Thursday, May 31, 2012

Dana Rongione guest post

We're joined today by author Dana Rongione, she's going to give us a bit of a look into her mind :)



I recently came across an intriguing question on a writer's forum. The question was this: If you could travel back in time to one year ago, what advice would you give yourself? For several minutes, I read through the answers others had posted. Some were profound while others were downright silly. But try as I might, I couldn't settle on just one thing for my own answer. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled about in my brain, causing me to think back over the past year.
Obviously, the first thing that popped into my head was my myriad of struggles in trying to "take my place" in the world of writing. I thought of the things I'd tried, the things that failed and the successes I had achieved. I re-lived my constant fretting that my writing would never bring in enough money to contribute to my household. In contrast, I felt joy as I pictured myself propped up on the couch with my laptop in front of me and soft music playing in the background. Yes, the many ups and downs of the writer's life bubbled to the surface. But then the scene changed.
I saw myself on my knees in the middle of the woods, my hands covered in blood. My shepherd mix, Mitch, lay on the ground, panting hard and struggling to lick at the red liquid gushing from his front paw. In just an instant, I had been transported back to one of my life's greatest nightmares. . . only I wasn't dreaming.
During a routine hiking trip with my two dogs, Mitch had wandered off into the woods for a moment and come back to the trail gushing blood. Alone and miles from home, I found myself in a panic like I had never known. I wrapped the foot as best I could with the limited supplies I had on hand and hoisted the dogs into the truck. I met my husband at the nearest veterinary clinic where they determined Mitch would indeed need stitches. If that had been the end, it would have been enough for me, but alas, there was much more to come.
Mitch's recovery did not go well, and during the following couple of months, he had to have two more surgeries to close the tear. Because of the placement of the injury, it was imperative that he move around as little as possible. . . not an easy task for a hyperactive dog. And so, my days were filled with fear, bandages, blood and battles to "calm the beast". My heart beats faster just re-living that seemingly endless nightmare.
By studying and comparing the two memories that surfaced so quickly and clearly in my mind, I was finally able to answer the question of what advice I would give to myself. I wish I could say it was original or earth-shattering, but I'm afraid it's rather dull. Nevertheless, it's the advice I feel I would need.
Stop worrying about everything. You don't have to have all the answers. You don't need to know what tomorrow holds. Just do what you know the Lord wants you to do, and leave the results up to Him. He is the One in control. Don't fret about how you're going to get to where you want to be. Just make sure you're taking daily steps in the right direction.
So what about you? If you could go back in time and see the "self" of a year ago, what advice would you give?

Wow Dana, great advice!!! I think I would tell my self from last year to slow down and enjoy life. What about you guys???





Dana Rongione:
Hi! My name is Dana Rongione.
that's a mouthful.) I live in
SC with my husband, Jason, and
Tippy and Mitch.

Having been a Christian for
years, I know what it is like to
both joy in the journey and
well-doing. Currently self-
a writer and speaker, I struggle
other Christians) to balance the
work, family, church, health, chores, etc.

I enjoy all types of writing, but my true joy lies in writing devotionals that will encourage
and uplift the weak and weary Christian. This blog, A Word Fitly Spoken, is currently read in
over 15 different countries, allowing me the opportunity to spread the message of hope and
joy throughout the world. I also have another blog, Song of the Day, that offers the truth of
the Word in song.

I currently have three published devotionals and numerous articles in magazines and
e-zines across the country. I am available to speak at local ladies' meetings or writers'
workshops. You can find out more about me and my ministry by visiting my website at
DanaRongione.com.


Publisher: A Word Fitly Spoken Press
Genre: Middle-grade Mystery
Release Date: March 2012
Website:http://DanaRongione.com

Purchase Link:http://www.amazon.com/The-Delaware-Detectives-Dana-Rongione/dp/
1470007460/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1334771853&sr=8-2

Email – Dana@DanaRongione.com
http://www.facebook.com/danarongione.author
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4998892.Dana_Rongione

Monday, May 28, 2012

Scent of a Witch Review


Maeve da Paer has lived her life free from the
restrictions of the world of sorcery and the Board
of Witchery hidden behind the combined
protection of her grandparents powerful clan
magic—and a lie. Although her life has not been
worry free, it is when all that desperation and grief
cause her to cast her most powerful spell ever…a
spell that will end the pain before it begins on the
powerful All Hallows Eve.Fionn Hughes, an
immortal tracker, former heir to a powerful clan of
time warlocks is on a mission to restore his honor—
instead he finds Maeve da Paer. Following the scent of Gardenias and Honey Suckle, he discovers the last Scent Witch. It’s only after she almost takes off his ear that something more stirs, eventually changing his mission from one of duty to one of need.What will Fionn do when he finds out Maeve plans to cancel out her own existence? Will he be strong enough to stop her?


My thoughts:
I loved this book!! I really cannot say enough good things about this book, I wish there was a stronger word than love for how I feel about this book. Bri Clark has struck gold with Scent of a Witch, she is so descriptive, a natural born storyteller. I felt like I was right there with Maeve and Fionn.

Bri has created such a marvelous world in Scent of a Witch, you feel as though you've been transported to a simpler time. Maeve is such a firecracker, she is so capable. Fionn is a knight in shining armor, he is so chivalrous and noble, very swoon worthy

This is my second book I've read by Bri Clark, the first one I liked, but I felt like there wasn't enough to the story. I am more than happy that I decided to give her another try. I know for sure that I'll be reading anything else that she puts out. Great Job Bri!!!

Excerpt from the book


Fionn Hughes leaned against the brick building, shaking his head in

frustration. Upon his father’s insistence, he’d traveled to this cursed century
seeking a prize that had been lost. With the death of the warlock, Patrick Sweeney,
the powers of time sorcery had gone with him, leaving only the Hughes clan.
Fionn’s father would be furious and terribly saddened to know that Sweeney’s
wife, Cordelia da Paer, was dead as well. While Fionn didn’t know the details, the
marriage had caused the clan’s centuries-long allegiance to sever. Fionn’s father,
Laird Rordan Hughes, was soul-weary, and Fionn feared this might send his father
over the edge to seek the afterlife.
Before fear could grip him, he decided to continue after the mortal
grandchild of the deceased couple. He had followed her from the Sweeney estate to
the downtown Halloween festivities. If the mortals knew the truth of All Hallows
Eve, they’d put an end to the commercialized debauchery that occurred every year.
Fionn looked up and cursed. The tangled mass of brown curls with auburn
highlights he had been tracking disappeared. Panic bubbled up in his innards, but
his warrior instinct dismissed it as quickly as it appeared. A strict warning from his
father to use his magic sparingly sounded in his memory, but he longed to call up a
tracking spell. He offered another colorful Gaelic curse, causing an elderly woman
walking by to jump. After a mumbled apology and bow, he jaywalked to the side
of the street near the food vendor. The last time he had seen her, the granddaughter
had been near the mobile cart offering saturated fat and processed food. Fionn
preferred the simpler fare of stews, homemade cheese, and ciders.
Unable to use magic, he took a breath and used skills acquired as a boy
under his father’s guidance. Offering his most dazzling smile, he set his charms on
a group of older ladies with low cut athletic shoes and fanny packs.
“Good afternoon ladies.” He bowed and the three women turned and giggled
in unison.
“Where are you from shoog?” asked the tallest one, a brunette who was
obviously the leader. “You have an accent the likes I’ve never heard.”
“Why, I’m from Scotland.” He offered her a smile but then quickly
continued. These women were ferocious when it came to gossip. “I’ve lost track
of the lass I was with.” Three sets of intensely plucked then re-penciled eyebrows
went up and the tracker knew he had them.
“What does she look like?”
“Where did you last see her?”
“Don’t worry dear, we’ll help you.” All sounded in unison in their ages-
tarted accents, signature for the region. He couldn’t help but smile and felt a tad
guilty for lying to the three helpful grannies.
“She’s about your height, long curly brown hair that has a touch of auburn
highlights when the sun hits it.” They sighed in unison. “She had a scarlet shawl
tied around a long white skirt…” He would have continued, only the brunette

started bouncing up and down.
“That way, she went that way,” she declared, pointing down a dark alley in
between two very close buildings.
The earlier panic reappeared. Was the woman a twit? It was a night of
danger for not only those of Witchery, but mortals too, and walking down a dark
alley was most unwise.
Nodding to the glassy-eyed women, he ran to the end of the alley, then
stopped and kneeled. The gravel was disturbed, creating a slight pile. Then, going
in a western direction, every few feet there was another mound, before finally it
stopped at the edge of a wooded area. Fionn sensed a presence of power in the
air. But that could be a combination of the coming night and being so close to the
haunted Carton Plantation.
Memories of the gracious MacGavok family pulled at his emotions. He had
been injured at the Battle of Franklin, the bloodiest five hours of the Civil War.
The family had tended to him as well as many others. Randal and Carrie McGavok
were truly two of the noblest mortals Fionn had ever known. They would turn
no one away based on skin or uniform color. The bodies of the dead had been
stacked four feet high by the end. Later, after the battle, the family unburied and
then reburied over fifteen hundred Confederate soldiers, dedicating two acres of
their land for a military cemetery. When Fionn had asked his friend why, he’d been
admonished that everyone deserved a proper burial and last rights.
Squatting so he could look more closely at the ground, he caught site of
small bare footprints in the softened dirt. He grinned in triumph, then scowled.
One footprint sunk deeper, indicating she was limping. Had she hurt herself? An
urgency he didn’t understand pushed him forward, the sensing of power becoming
stronger. But as he traveled deeper into the foliage, a feeling of peace seemed
to emanate. He puzzled over the source. That is, until the distinctive smell of
Honeysuckles and Shamrocks invaded his nostrils.
A Scent Witch. The scent of Shamrocks was exclusive to that line of
witches, and the scent was only detectable through their blood. Whoever she was,
she was the last, for he knew of no other. And she was hurt.
Fionn moved at the speed his unnatural immortality allotted him. The panic
he’d managed to contain before exploded in his chest. If he could bring her back to
his clan, perhaps he would be in his father’s good graces again. The flora opened
up in his line of vision creating a half clearing along a stream of water and there,
sitting along the edge, was an enticing water nymph with unruly brown hair and
auburn highlights created by the sun.
Unable to look away, he watched as she moved her feet in and out of the
water, allowing him a generous view of long shapely calves that flowed seamlessly
into milky white thighs. His throat tightened as craving burned in him. Desire he

hadn’t known in a long time warmed his insides. Fionn was no rogue but he was
certainly no saint either. However, he had never felt the stirrings of passion as he
did viewing the female before him.
With an easy grace she leaned forward, reaching out with her right arm and
bending her right knee up to drape water from her fingertips down her leg. So
enchanted by the movement of the elegant beauty he didn’t see the dagger that
appeared in her left hand until it took off a lock of his hair before firmly ending in
the tree behind him.
The realization that he almost died startled Fionn out of his daze. The wild-
haired woman let out a particularly unladylike Gaelic curse, and her eyes looked
around as if seeking escape. Finally she stopped, face forward staring at the water,
then she looked at him. It was only a moment but, in that instant, he saw what his
father had sent him to retrieve: the key to their future. Thick lashes, darker than the
brows above them, framed light brown eyes with flecks of gold in them, feline-like
in their slanting shape. The Sweeney Eyes. Then she disappeared into the water.

http://www.amazon.com/Scent-of-a-Witch-ebook/dp/B0060MDBSA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1336788973&sr=8-1

About the author:


Bri Clark is a real example of
redemption and renewal. Growing
penniless in the South, Bri learned
street smarts while caring for her
brother in a broken home. She
watched her mother work several
jobs to care for their small family.
Once her brother could fend for
himself, Bri moved on to a series of
bad choices including leaving school
and living on her own.

Rebelliousness was a strong
understatement to describe those formative years. As a teenager, her wakeup call came from a
fight with brass knuckles and a judge that gave her a choice of shaping up or spending time in
jail. She took that opportunity and found a way to moved up from the streets. She ended up co-
owning an extremely successful construction business. She lived the high life until the real
estate crash when she lost everything.

She moved west and found herself living with her husband and 4 kids in a 900 square foot
apartment. She now fills her time, writing, blogging, leading a group of frugal shoppers and
sharing her southern culture. Her unique background gives her writing a raw sensibility. She
understands what it takes to overcome life’s obstacles. She often tells friends, “I can do poor.
I’m good at poor. It’s prosperity that I’m not used to.”

Bri and her husband Chris live in Boise. Bri is known as the Belle of Boise for her true southern
accent, bold demeanor and hospitable nature.

Bri boasts several positions in the publishing industry. An author, professional reviewer, blogger,
and literary strategist she enjoys all aspects of her career from the creation of story to the
branding and marketing needed to make her books successful.

Bri Contact Links
https://twitter.com/#!/Bri_Clark
http://www.facebook.com/TBriClark
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4621205.Bri_Clark
http://briclarkthebelleofboise.blogspot.com/

Friday, May 25, 2012

Bitten Shame by Olivia Hardin


Jill Prescott returned from self-imposed seclusion to help save her best friend Devan’s life. Throwing herself into Devan’s problems and bringing an evil organization to its knees might just be the distraction she needs to keep living without the only man she’s ever loved. Her life changed forever when she was hired to spend a week with Doc Massey. On the day she became a vampire her youthful innocence ended, but Doc’s love rescued her from being consumed by the darkness. The shadow of that former life continues to loom over her, keeping her from realizing her own self-worth. Running from her past only brings her closer to a destiny that is inextricably connected to what she is trying to escape…
Every gift has both a reward and a price, because All of it fits…



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There will be all sorts of fun things happening over on Olivia's blog today, so go and check it out!!



About the Author


Olivia Hardin realized early on how strange she was to have complete movie-like character dreams as a child. Eventually she began putting those vivid dreams to paper and was rarely without her spiral notebooks full of those mental ramblings. Her forgotten vision of becoming an author was realized when she connected with a group of amazingly talented and fabulous writers who gave her lots of direction and encouragement. With a little extra push from family and friends, she hunkered down to get lost in the words. She's also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and is sometimes accused of being artistic, though she's generally too much of a perfectionist to appreciate her own work. A native Texas girl, Olivia lives in the beautiful Lone Star state with her husband and their puppy Bonnie.

Her first novel, Witch Way Bends (Book 1 in the Bend-Bite-Shift Trilogy) is available on Amazon.




Devan Stowe has only one thing on her mind when she teams up with Kent Crosby and his associates—putting an end to her father’s child trafficking business. Her determination takes her on a journey to discover her true strength and the… one man she was destined to love. In his arms, she’ll learn the meaning of trust, honor, and courage. Devan will unlock an amazing gift that will free her from her past and open up a future full of magic, faeries and more things than she ever imagined possible.










Connect with her Online

My Blog
Goodreads
Twitter
Facebook

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Fifty Shades of Grey Giveaway!!!






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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Demon Vampire


Demon Vampire asks the question, if given the choice to have power, grace, and immortality at the cost of your soul, what would you do? What if the choice was easier than you think? Small incremental segments of you childhood for a boost in strength? The ability to protect your loved ones for the corners of your mind that you don't often use? Regeneration for the traits that make you who you are? If faced with a grave decision of morality, what would you choose?

Demon Vampire covers 6,000+ years of history over four different time lines and a plethora of developed characters. It is an epic vampire novel at 242,000+ words. For a free preview of the book, read the first chapter online, demonvampire.com






Virgil Allen Moore has been writing for seventeen years. He began as a poet and eventually turned to long fiction. In his words "My pen wields visceral morality as I write. I use my poetic knowledge to woo and satiate th
e minds of the world." His books are written for their vivid imagery and well defined storytelling. He blends old world refinement with a modern feel in a way that gives strength to the core of his novels. With his books, you are left not just with a sense of accomplishment, but a moral choice. The reader has choice over how they feel through the story. The ordeals of the characters are transmuted to the reader, lending a direct sensation of emotion that only the best novels can evoke. When you read his words, you will be rewarded. As he says, "If you enjoy vampires, you will be enthralled by mine."

Monday, May 21, 2012

Mark of the Witch EARC giveaway!!!


Hey guys, I've been doing a few contests on my author page for ebook copies of Mark of the Witch, so I thought I'd do one here as well. It's going for this week, ends Friday!!





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Friday, May 18, 2012

Living Sensitive by C.M. Rawdon review and interview


In the small town of Willow Eve, Arkansas, feisty bartender, Delia Rhodes, lives a pretty normal life; if you consider having a ghost for a roommate, pixies as best friends and being one of the rarest hybrids to exist, normal. Her life is turned upside down when someone or something begins kidnapping pixies and she is forced to find out who is behind it and why. If that wasn’t enough for her to deal with, Delia meets a delicious vampire hybrid with a very important event coming up; his registration. Will he survive? Will Delia solve the kidnappings or get dragged into the middle of something much deeper?



My thoughts:

This was a fun read! I liked all of the characters a lot. Delia cracked me up the whole time. Her inner dialogue is totally what I would have been saying to myself in her shoes. There was no shortage of man candy either, Seamus and Draven were both equally swoon worthy.

I really don;t have anything bad to say about this one....you guys know me, I usually have at least one thing I didn't like. This story held my interest until the very end, and it left me yelling at my Kindle because I didn't want it to be over. C.M. Rawdon is one to watch, I fully expect great things from her in the future.

Now, C.M. has been nice enough to answer some questions for us, enjoy:)

1. Where did Delia come from? I loved her by the way, she was so funny.


Thanks, most of her spunk is based on the ladies in my life, we’re a sassy bunch! I tried
to write a character that you’d like to have as a friend. Someone you know would be fun
to have a drink with. She is a lot of fun to write!

2. Draven or Seamus? If you could date one which would it be?


Oh no, that’s a hard one. I love them both for different reasons. I do have a soft spot for
Seamus though. Who doesn’t love a sexy Irishman? I could listen to that accent all day!

3. What do you read when you aren’t being an awesome writer?


I read anything paranormal/urban fantasy I can get my hands on. I guess you could
say I’m a little obsessed. I love Charlaine Harris, Laurell K. Hamilton, Anne Rice, HP
Mallory… The list is a mile long lol. Right now I’m trying to finish How to Date a Werewolf
by Rose Pressey, but my daughters have been keeping me busy lately.

4. Do you believe in ghosts?


Ha! I think it’s possible…maybe. The idea of it is kind of cool. I do hope we have better
things to do after we die than to roam around haunting people. I think that would be
awfully boring after a few hundred years.
5. What’s next for you? You better tell me it’s book 2 in the series lol, I screamed when
book 1 ended.


Lol Yes, I am writing book 2 right now. It is titled Living a Nightmare and I have it set for
a November release, if all goes to plan. There’s a lot for Delia to handle in the second
book and we’ll meet some new characters too. I’m so excited for everyone to read it.

Well, I'm excited to read that when it comes out!!

Contact the author:
Website www.cmrawdon.com
Twitter @chrissyrawdon
Facebook www.facebook.com/cmrawdon
Goodreads www.goodreads.com/cmrawdon
Blog www.cmrawdon.blogspot.com
Email fantasyromanceauthor@gmail.com

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Shanna Gekko guest post

We're joined today by author Shanna Gekko, she's going to share her love affair with shape shifters.


I flew/hopped my way down to the beach. Upon reaching the shore, I shed my bird form in favour of
a centaur then took off running, my hooves splashing in the angry grey surf.” This isn’t a line from any
book. This is a dream I had when I was about six or seven.

I have been fascinated with shape-shifters for a very long time. I remember when Star Trek: Deep Space
9 came out and Otto, the Changeling, was on there. I remember the stories of the Swan Princess, Dr.
Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and even when playing World of Warcraft my main character for about six years
was a shape-shifting Night Elf Druid. I have been writing about these shape-shifters and changelings
since I was in Grade 7, drawn to write about the fantastical even then. When the chance came up to
write for Bandit Creek, my mind automatically went there.

I had recently read a few books on skin-walkers (Patricia Briggs and Kelley Armstrong), plus in prior
researching of Native American legends, these creatures do pop up a bit. The problem with the legends
is that all the yee naaldlooshii, or skin-walkers, are actually evil witches that use blood and bone magic
to get their way, and eventually take on the pelt of an animal which they use to transform. This gave me
a great “bad guy” of course, but how would a regular human stop this evil force? This is how Kai and his
family were born. Kai Hunter is a born skin-walker, along with most of his family, and their task in the
past was to protect the tribes from any bad yee naaldlooshii, or other supernatural evils.

Of course an extraordinary hero needs an extraordinary heroine. The heroine had to love nature and
animals as much as half-animal Kai, and it had honestly been a long time since I had read about dryads
(Piers Anthony I think) so Hazel popped onto the page. Oh, and as much as I can’t keep the supernatural
out of my writing, I can’t keep dry humor and puns out either.

“So, if Hazel’s a tree and you’re a dog, does that mean you’re going to go mark your territory now?”

Now as much as there are shape-shifters in my writing, there are others in real life. You know who they
are, of course. The true two-faces, Dr. Jekylls and Mr. Hydes. There are also chameleons that change
their personalities depending on situations or who they are with. Some of us have developed “multiple
personalities” on purpose, such as pen names, either as a way to avoid ridicule or just to differentiate
between different styles of writing. We are all changelings to a degree, in fact if we didn’t adapt to the
world around us, we probably wouldn’t survive very well in our world.

Blurb from Skin Deep


Kai knows trouble has found him when a fiery
pint-sized female shows up at his door,
bringing news of gruesome animal sacrifices
in the woods around Bandit Creek. She also
brings a teasing scent that draws his attention
and sends every protective instinct screaming
for him to protect his mate.

Hazel is determined to stop the monster she’s
been following for miles and she won’t let
anything distract her from her mission. She
teams up with Kai, but vows to keep a firm “no-touch” policy where the
handsome Native is concerned. Her resolve doesn’t last long as the two are drawn
together like lodestones, their every touch igniting a passion neither has faced
before.

Only, the trail of ritual sacrifices points to a greater threat than either first realized.
They are about to face Kai’s enemy ancestor, a yee naaldlooshii—skinwalker—
who will stop at nothing to destroy everything around him.

http://www.amazon.com/Skin-Deep-Bandit-Creek-ebook/dp/B006QWEHAU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1336788728&sr=8-1

About the author:


Shanna Gekko currently juggles
writing with herding kids and pets, and
a full-time job, among other
commitments, and she truly doesn’t
know how she does it. While she will
read practically anything, her writing
has strayed to the fantastic since she
was in Grade 7. You can read some of
her musings at
www.talesfromtheashes.blogspot.com

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Author Spotlight: Kymber Morgan


Is her love real or just a myth?

Returning to her summertime home
of Bandit Creek, Callie Jamison
discovers there’s a lot more involved
to her grandmother’s legacy than a
few cabins and some land, including
a curse. The last thing she needs now
is to fall in love.

Anteros, dark twin of Eros is
responsible for avenging unrequited
love, a job that’s been a lot harder
since his brother succumbed to
ambro-fever and has been running amok shooting all the wrong people –
including Anteros.

The clock is ticking, not only on his immortality and Callie’s free will, but
their hearts as well. Soon they’ll each have to decide if the overwhelming
attraction they feel is the real deal or if they’ve simply been ‘Shafted’ and
it’s all a cruel illusion.


About the author:


Kymber Morgan lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains and grew up with her own link to mythology through a family legend involving the Fae. Kymber writes paranormal romance and loves nothing better than taking her imagination out for a spin often asking, among other things, what if the myths and legends we grew up on were real?

Come join the fun at www.kymbermorgan.com, follow her on twitter @kymbermorgan or check out her author page www.facebook.com/KymberMorganAuthor, because you just never know who else may be dropping by.

Purchase links:

http://www.amazon.com/Shafted-Bandit-Creek-ebook/dp/B007133N1M/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

Monday, May 14, 2012

Cait Lavender interview

I'm so excited to have Cait Lavender, one of my favorite new authors on the blog today. She's going to answer some questions for us and give us a peek at her book Hunter Moon.


1. Tell us about Shelby, where did she come from? Is she based on someone you know?

I wish I knew Shelby! She came from my head, from the type of woman I sometimes wish I
could be. She’s tough, badass, capable and sarcastically funny. My mom said when she read
Shelby’s voice, she heard mine in her head, so maybe there’s more of me in her than I think.

2. What was your soundtrack while you wrote Hunter Moon?

Unfortunately, since I stay up late at night writing everyone is asleep so no music for me. But I
have been listening to a lot of Billy Currington. He’s my favorite country singer. He’s got a great
voice, he’s super cute and he’s awesome live in concert!

3. I love Cash, he’s so charming. Ok, that’s not a question lol, but I love him. Tell us a little
bit more about him.

Ah, I think we all love Cash! He’s a old-school gentleman with a dark, animal side. Tall, dark and
handsome, he doesn’t lack interest from the ladies but there’s only one he’s after. The one.

4. What do you read when you aren’t being a brilliant author?

Ha, I wouldn’t say I’m ever brilliant. I try to achieve clever though. I read everything I can get my
hands on. I love reading random freebies from Pixel of Ink and discovering new authors. At the
moment I’m reading Choices by Liz Schulte and I just finished up the last Night Huntress book
by Jeanine Frost and a great western called Gallagher’s Pride by MK McClintock.

5. What’s next for you?


I’m very close to finishing the first book in my new series based in the same world as the Lupine
moon series, but focused more on the darker side of it. I’m looking forward to letting you get
to know some great new characters and catching a little teaser cameo of Shelby before the
second Lupine Moon book is released!

Thanks so much for stopping by today Cait!



Bawling cattle tore Shelby Flint from her bed. With lawyer fees to pay in her struggle to keep her ranch from the clutches of her greedy cousins, she couldn’t afford the loss of even one calf. When she sees a large wolf circling her cows, she aims and fires. While the wolf escapes, Shelby can’t seem to get away from her troubles when a marijuana grower sets up shop on her land, sabotaging her property and eventually coming after her. Adding to that, a handsome game warden is poking his nose into her business and working his way underneath her skin. Shelby will have to fight harder than she ever fought before to keep from losing her heart and everything she ever loved.



About the author:


Cait is a twenty-six year old wife and stay at home mother of one (so far) in Central California. She lives on a cattle ranch in Central California where she and her husband raise papered Black Angus cattle. When she's not chasing her toddler around the house or doing mountains of never-ending laundry she's writing feverishly or reading anything she can get her hands on. Her favorite thing about books is their ability to transport you out of the stress and fatigue of your own life into a more interesting, sexy world.

Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Hunter-Moon-Lupine-Series-ebook/dp/B007FGB25E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1331850843&sr=8-1

website: http://www.caitlavender.com/
email: caitlavender@gmail.com

Friday, May 11, 2012

Rod L. Prendergast author spotlight


In the disastrous economic times of the 1930s, Joseph Gaston, a young widower with four children, arrives in the small town of Philibuster seeking security for his family. Instead, he faces barriers everywhere. He does his best despite great adversity, but the strain of feeding and protecting his family whittles away his strength. Finally, destitution forces him to consider giving up his children in order to save them. Enraged by his situation, he attempts one last desperate act—on the night he learns about the mysterious Lisa.
Historically authentic, heart wrenching and humorous, Dinner with Lisa incorporates the crucial issues of the depression: poverty, joblessness, drought and racism. In the midst of love and loyalty, trickery and despair, the ultimate message of the novel is one of hope and the courage to survive even the worst odds.




About the Author:


R. L. (Rod) Prendergast was the
entrepreneurial kid you saw on your neighborhood street
selling lemonade on a hot summer's day. Recognizing
young Rod's preoccupation with money, his mother
bribed him to read with an offer of 25 cents per book—and
instilled in him a lifelong love of reading. Although he
continued down the path of industry—he started and sold his
first business before completing his Bachelor of Commerce—he continued to read voraciously. After a number of years work he spent a year's sabbatical surfing and reading in New
Zealand and, free of business pressures, he
began to write. Those first words became the
backbone of The Impact of a Single Event
which was long—listed for the Independent Publishers
Book Award for
literary fiction, and which became a national bestseller
in Canada. Spurred on by the success of his first novel, he took another sabbatical and wrote
Dinner with Lisa. He is currently working on his next book.

Genre – Historical Fiction
Format – Print & Ebook
Publisher – Dekko Publishing
Release Date – November 1, 2011

Website – www.rlprendergast.com
Email – rod@rlprendergast.com

Book Trailer - http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=fttgZYChE74

Purchase Links:

For the print version:

B&N (U.S.)

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dinner-with-lisa-r-l-prendergast/1106027863?
ean=9780978454821&itm=1&usri=dinner%2bwith%2blisa

Amazon (U.S.)

http://www.amazon.com/Dinner-Lisa-R-L-Prendergast/dp/0978454820/ref=sr_1_2?
ie=UTF8&qid=1320077626&sr=8-2

Chapters/Indigo (Canada)

http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/Dinner-with-Lisa-R-L-Prendergast/9780978454821-item.html?
ikwid=dinner+with+lisa&ikwsec=Home&cookieCheck=1

Amazon (Canada)

http://www.amazon.ca/Dinner-Lisa-R-L-Prendergast/dp/0978454820/ref=sr_1_1?
ie=UTF8&qid=1318282086&sr=8-1

W. H. Smith (U.K.)

http://www.whsmith.co.uk/CatalogAndSearch/ProductDetails.aspx?productID=9780978454821

For electronic version:

iTunes (U.S.)

http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dinner-with-lisa/id490376394?mt=11

iTunes (Canada)

http://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/dinner-with-lisa/id490376394?mt=11

iTunes (U.K.)

http://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/dinner-with-lisa/id490376394?mt=11

For the Kindle:

http://www.amazon.com/Dinner-with-Lisa-ebook/dp/B005PQFX1K/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?
ie=UTF8&m=AZC9TZ4UC9CFC&qid=1324054278&sr=8-2

For the Sony eReader:

http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/r-l-prendergast/dinner-with-lisa/_/R-400000000000000573146

For the Nook:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dinner-with-lisa-r-l-prendergast/1106027863?
ean=2940032925668&itm=1&usri=dinner+with+lisa

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Book Release

Well, it looks like I can officially say that Mark of the Witch will be releasing June 1st!!! I'm all done with edits and formatting, I've ordered my proof for the paperback, and gotten a bunch of swag made. I started my doing contests on my Author page on Facebook, and I suppose I should do one on here as well at some point. I'm trying to decide if I want to give away a paperback copy of the book, or stick with ebooks.....hhhmmmm, decision, decisions.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Intangible by J. Meyers


Twins Sera and Luke Raine have a well-kept secret—she heals with a touch of her hand, he sees the future. All their lives they’ve helped those in need on the sly. They’ve always thought of their abilities as being a gift.

Then Luke has a vision that Sera is killed. That gift they’ve always cherished begins to feel an awful lot like a curse. Because the thing about Luke’s ability? He’s always right. And he can’t do anything about it.



My thoughts:
I. Loved. This. Book. It was amazing, one of the best books I've read in a while. I loved Sera, her optimism and heart were very endearing. Luke was so loving and caring, it was impossible not to be crazy about him. It was such a fresh story, although it did contain elements that have been used before, I didn't feel like I was reading the same old book that everyone else was putting out.

I wanted to like Marc, but I really ended up feeling sorry for him more than liking him. Jonas, I loved Jonas, I'm a sucker for a hot vampire who still retains his humanity. Feyth was amazing, I wanted her to be my best friend lol. Not going to give everything away, so you guys will have to run out and get this one for yourselves!

I cannot wait to read the next book in this series, J. Meyers is a literary genius.



Website: www.jmeyersbooks.com
Blog: www.jmeyersbooks.com/category/blog
Twitter: www.twitter.com/jmeyersbooks
Facebook: www.facebook.com/jmeyersbooks
Goodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3224031.J_Meyers
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Intangible-ebook/dp/B0073BNIU8
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/intangible-j-meyers/1108540584

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Revamped review

                                                              A simple mission turned deadly.

Nineteen-year-old vampire Dawn has led a sheltered life within the confines of her father’s presidential headquarters. Upon being sent on a mission to revamp four goofy misfits into guardians of a peaceful little town of Angel Creek, Dawn believes that all her dreams have finally come true. What starts off as a simple task, turns into something unexpected, changing Dawn’s life forever and leading the action-loving, thrill-seeking vampire teen on a path of mystery, danger and intrigue.

When a human girl is kidnapped by a group of rogue vamps, Dawn discovers that there is more going on in Angel Creek than meets the eye. And it all connects to Ethan, the cute newcomer who seems too perfect to be true, Sebastian, the mysterious vampire with a turbulent past, and even Dawn herself. Dawn must not only succeed in revamping the troubled recruits, but must also prevent the vampire race from being overtaken by a malevolent villain who has a strange and obsessive fascination with her. As threat escalates, romance blooms, and ghosts from her past begin to surface, Dawn is sure of only one thing: her life will never be the same.


My thoughts:


This was a pretty good book everything said and done, there were a few areas I didn't really like. I was not a fan of how the author depicted the werewolves in her book. I thought it was kind of cheesy, and almost an afterthought. I felt like I was waiting for something to happen that never really did.

Ok, enough about what I didn't like, lets move on to what I did. I loved Dawn, she is so strong and independent, you get the feeling that she could take on anything. I loved her fierce determination to carry out her mission even when things got a lot rougher than she anticipated. The love interests were both awesome, Ethan is your typical hotty, while Sebastian was more reserved and didn't really come around too much in the beginning.

There were definitely things in this book I didn't see coming, Aurora was one of those things. I'm not going to give away too much, because I hate when people do that. I would give this a 3 out of 5, and I would read another book by this author in the future.

Purchase links:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007BDZ6X0
http://www.amazon.com/ReVamped-Ada-Adams/dp/1470068982/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

About the author:



"Many people sing in the shower. I, on the
other hand, write scenes in my head and act
them out."

At age five, Ada read her first chapter book -
Pippi Longstocking. Ever since that
moment, she developed an intense passion
for the stories and characters found within
the pages of literature.

In her career as an actress and a writer, Ada
currently spends most of her days immersed
in imaginary worlds. Much like the
characters she enjoys playing and writing
about, Ada is a martial artist with a Black
Belt in Shotokan Karate. She is also a big
proponent of lifelong learning, and has
attained Bachelor of Arts in Psychology (it
aids in creating characters with unique
quirks!) as well as a Master's of Science in
Education.

Ada strives to bring a fresh voice and
perspective to fiction. She has been writing
creatively for many years. "ReVamped" is
her debut novel.

She lives in Toronto, Canada, and enjoys adventurous nature hikes with her adorable puppies
Cara and Oreo.

www.revampedbook.com

www.facebook.com/revampedbook

www.twitter.com/Ada_Adams

www.goodreads.com/book/show/13495198-revamped

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Stealing Breath by Joanne Brothwell


Deep in the backwoods of North
Dakota, Sarah Ross is searching for a
missing child when she is attacked by
a glowing-eyed, transparent creature.

Using mysterious abilities, Sarah
escapes, only to run directly into Evan
Valente, a handsome, charismatic
stranger who helps her back to safety.
But why is Evan out in the forest so
early in the morning?

Sarah learns her eyes bear the mark of
the Indigo Child, an evolved human
with the ability to feel the emotions of
others; unfortunately, her indigo aura
is highly desirable to those who wish
to steal her powerful essence.

Soon, Sarah falls deeply in love with Evan and wants nothing more than to follow
her heart, but she can't ignore the lingering feeling that Evan is hiding a terrible
secret. The deeper she digs, the more danger she faces, forcing her to face the
darkest, innermost parts of her soul.


Excerpt:

I awoke to rustling outside my tent. The crunching of footsteps on gravel, twigs and

branches snapping. Was that a voice? I lay motionless inside my sleeping bag, heart pounding,

listening.

“Help.” A disembodied whisper. Was it right outside? I strained to hear but the throbbing

pulse in my head drowned everything else out. I sat up. The atmosphere within the domed tent

was wet, ripe with morning breath. The tip of my nose was cold as an icicle.

“Help.” The murmur came a second time, more audible than the last. I was sure it was a

child’s voice. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be the voice of the eight year-old, Jessica Crow,

who had gone missing from the neighboring Indian Reservation three days ago?

I thought of the drive out to the campgrounds when my friends, Amber, Kate, and I had

been listening to the radio report on the status of the missing girl from the Wakina Reservation.

Poor Amber. Once again, she’d cried at the reminder of her third cousin, Jessica, lost and alone

in the forest. Everyone in the community, including Amber, had been searching for her night and

day but had found nothing. I’d practically dragged Amber along camping, telling her she needed

a night off from her worries. It was a hard sell, but she’d finally agreed.

I glanced at where Kate and Amber should have been laying, but their sleeping bags and

pillows were missing. The last I’d seen them had been around the bonfire at two in the morning.

They could have ended up crashing just about anywhere, and I wasn’t about to go peeking into

random tents to find them.

Having fallen asleep in my jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, I slipped on my jacket and

shoes, pulled the ponytail holder off my wrist and wrapped my hair into a tight bun. I swallowed

hard and took a deep breath. Then, unzipping the door flap of the dome tent, I stuck just my head

Nothing was out of place. Empty cooler bottles atop the picnic table, charred wood in the

fire-pit, and the car we came in. Every campsite around us was nearly silent. The sounds of late-

night make-out sessions, pounding music, and yelling were replaced by the occasional snore.

Using my empathy, I focused on trying to pick up on the emotions of any lucid person around,

hoping I would hone in on Jessica’s emotions. Normally, the waking feelings of others hit me

like a gale force wind, without my even trying. In fact, it had always felt like a bit of a curse that

I was a walking sponge for other people’s pain. But right now, all I felt was…nothing.

The voice had seemed right outside the tent. Could I have imagined it?

I slipped out. A low, white fog blanketed the earth, enveloping the world in silence. The

temperature hovered around freezing, way too cold for camping. And last night’s vodka was no

longer taking the edge off. I shivered.

After checking around the cars and circling the campsite, I started down the road. Inside

the forest, the eerie glow of early morning and the cool fog blanched the world a ghostly white.

The moist nip in the air sharpened the scent of pine needles that littered the camp ground. I

continued down the road for about ten feet until it led to the mouth of a hiking trail.

Now that I was half-frozen and shivering, the May long weekend at the campgrounds

of Greater Slave Lake, North Dakota, seemed like a very stupid idea, even if it was the annual

spring kick-off party.

“Help!” the diminutive voice called out again, this time, louder.

The memory of Jessica’s face flashed through my mind when I’d met her last summer; honey-

brown eyes and springy hair that always stuck up around her head with static, and her sweet

smile, part baby teeth intermixed with adult teeth. She was such a sweet, innocent child. If she

had survived this long, she could be dangerously close to death from cold. My heart battered

against my chest wall, and I fought off the urge to start running, directionless, into the bush to

find her.

The voice had originated from further within the tree-line, I was sure of it. Closer now,

yet still far away. I entered the trail and headed straight.

“Jessica?” I called out. No response but the echo of my own voice from the trees around

The trail was straight and narrow for well over a hundred feet, the trees like two solid

walls of green on either side of me. Then the trail began to snake back and forth until it forked

into several side-trails. I stopped to listen.

A dry crackle emerged from the trail to my right, and I immediately followed the

sound. This far into the forest it was darker, the only light filtered through evergreens and fog. I

looked back. The vapor had closed in behind me, obscuring the pathway like a curtain of white.

Shivering transformed into shaking.

Despite running these trails in the early morning numerous times, today it looked

different. I cursed under my breath and shoved my hands into my pockets.

“Hello?” I called, my voice immediately diminishing, muffled by the woods. Other than

the odd bird chirp and frog croak, the forest was quiet. If the voice really had been Jessica, she

would need help and most likely immediate medical attention. I forced myself forward.

The trail wound to and fro, the brush dense, the fog almost material as it clung to the

spruce needles. The path grew thin and sparse, barely enough room to place one foot in front of

the other, with the way the underbrush encroached on the trail. I stumbled on twigs and logs as

branches clawed my cheeks and pulled my hair. I began to trip, reaching out for something to

hang onto. I fell, my hand forced into a thorny bush.

Damn it! I stood up and peered at my scraped hand, blood beading out of paper-cut sized

scrapes. I’d been out here for at least ten minutes, but still, I heard nothing but the crunch of my

feet snapping the twigs underfoot and my breath echoing through my own head. Ready to turn

around and head back to my tent, the high-pitched voice rang out once again.

“Help.”


Purchase links:
http://www.amazon.com/Stealing-Breath-ebook/dp/B007IUGMM0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1331328901&sr=1-1

Author Bio


Joanne Brothwell is the
author Stealing Breath, a
paranormal romance from
Crescent Moon Press, who
has also published
Vicarious, the prequel to
Stealing Breath. Joanne
lives in the country with
her family where her
stories are inspired by the
dead things that appear at
her doorstep on a daily
basis. You can find her online at www.joannebrothwell.com

Blog:
http://joannebrothwell.blogspot.com/

YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/user/JoanneBrothwell

Twitter:
@JoanneBrothwell

Facebook:
Author Joanne Brothwell
http://www.facebook.com/JoanneBrothwell

Joanne Brothwell
http://www.facebook.com/people/Joanne-Brothwell/577061211

Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5672191-joanne-brothwell

Friday, May 4, 2012

Liz Schulte Guest post

I'm so excited, I'm hosting Liz Schulte on the blog today! I met her in one of the writer's groups I belong to, she's really an awesome person. Here is what she had to say....enjoy :)


The Sounds of Choices

Certain songs have always reminded me of certain moments in my life. As if my life had a soundtrack.
I feel the same way about my characters and their stories. Sometimes I hear a song and I think that is
Olivia or Holden’s story. This should be Quintus’ theme. For the book Choices these are the songs that
speak the loudest to me.


  • Jar of Hearts- Christina Perri

If I had to choose one song to represent the entire book, Choices, it would be this song. I love
the emotion and the heart break that comes through in the lyrics and the singing. The song is
has a feeling of disillusionment as do two of my main characters. http://youtu.be/8v_4O44sfjM

  • Oh My God- Ida Maria

This song describes Olivia’s feelings well. She is angry at the way her life has turned out. It has a
manic, grasping at straws, screaming at the universe. http://youtu.be/eED30qLA0KY

  • Your Ghost- Greg Laswell

This song reminds me of Holden. It is a song about loss and having trouble letting go, http://
youtu.be/DejH3qnhQrA

  • You’re Beautiful- James Blunt

This song makes me think of Quintus. He knows she loves Holden, but he still has hope she will
come around to him. He believes he loves her and he doesn’t know what to do. http://youtu.be/
oofSnsGkops


Thank you for having me today. What songs remind you of a moment in your life or could be your
theme?

I think for myself, every book I write has a different soundtrack. My current vampire book has me listening to Falling in Reverse a lot. Raised by Wolves and I'm not a Vampire are my two go to songs while I'm writing.





Hearts break. Loved ones are lost. Life keeps moving.

Olivia Martin’s afterlife was more dangerous and confusing than her life ever was. She thought she was ready to come back, to forget about Holden and to let go of the rage consuming her. Fulfilling her destiny as a guardian was all that mattered—the past could stay hidden in the crevices of her mind. However, when guardians are murdered and the evidence points towards jinn, she has to do something. To save anyone’s future, Olivia will have to confront the one person from her past she is terrified to see.

Holden waited for Olivia with the hope he would see her one more time. But when she didn’t return, he found salvation in darkness. The black and twisted road made it easier to forget what he lost than to live with the memory of what he had. An unexpected promotion shoves him into a world of intoxicating power and influence. Holden will have to choose between his new life and the woman he thought was gone forever.

From the ashes of Secrets, Choices are born that will change everything.

About the Author:


Many authors claim to have known their calling from a young age. Liz Schulte,
however, didn't always want to be an author. In fact, she had no clue. Liz wanted to
be a veterinarian, then she wanted to be a lawyer, then she wanted to be a criminal

profiler. In a valiant effort to keep from becoming Walter Mitty, Liz put pen to
paper and began writing her first novel. It was at that moment she realized this is
what she was meant to do. As a scribe she could be all of those things and so much
more.

When Liz isn’t writing or on social networks she is inflicting movie quotes and
trivia on people, reading, traveling, and hanging out with friends and family.
Liz is a Midwest girl through and through, though she would be perfectly happy
never having to shovel her driveway again. She has a love for all things spooky,
supernatural, and snarky. Her favorite authors range from Edgar Allen Poe to
Joseph Heller to Jane Austen to Jim Butcher and everything in between.

Liz would love to hear from you and what you thought of Dark Corners.

Please stop by and visit at any of the below mentioned networks:

http://enteringbatcountry.blogspot.com/

https://www.facebook.com/liz.schulte

http://twitter.com/lizschulte

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4755336.Liz_Schulte

http://www.lizschulte.com/p/lizs-books.html

Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/pages/Liz-Schulte/182081915177084

Purchase links:
http://www.amazon.com/Choices-The-Guardian-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B007OOVC8E/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1336013403&sr=8-7

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Shadowed Magic (The enlightened species)


Eros Sicarius, a reclusive Volaticus assassin, is confused by the modern world and his
attraction to Aymee, the beautiful, sexually confident human woman who ignites his
desire. Saving her from would be rapists puts him in the position of taking care of her
while she heals, and he further learns how her inner strength, love of life and humor
enchant him.

Just when Aymee decides that all men are jackasses and completely writes off any dream
of happily ever after, Eros, her secret crush, comes to her rescue. Falling head over heels
for the deadliest assassin in the world might not be the smartest idea, but she can't help
how she feels.

Will he cherish her love or break her heart?



Excerpt:

Aymee nodded even though he still refused to look at her. “I’ve been attacked. There

were four of them. I … I knocked out three but one of them … got away.” She gave the

911 dispatcher her location and snapped the phone closed on the nasal voice asking her

more questions. Eros peered at her from the corner of his eye, a streak of silver between

long, nearly black lashes. “They’re on their way.” She lifted her hand to cover her breast

again.

Eros stood back from the wall. Finally. If her heels were intact, she might reach his

chin, but without them, her eyes met the middle of his chest. Aymee looked down.

Eros easily stood six five. Bulky thighs filled the slack of his jeans, deep ripples

defined his stomach and guided her eyes to his heavy pecs. He handed her the shirt. “Put

this on.” Aymee noticed he looked aside while she shrugged into it and did up a few

snaps in the middle. Then he met her gaze. His dentes had yet to retract. “I cannot appear

human right now, Aymee. I will shadow when the police arrive but know that I am with

you.” He started to shimmer.

Aymee touched his arm before he vanished. “Wait. Why were you hurting? If you

need blood, please … take mine.” She’d never offered blood to anyone before. Knew

the Volaticus organized the Red Cross to acquire their blood needs and give back to

humanity at the same time.

Eros solidified, looked from her hand on his arm to the upturned wrist of her other

arm. He sighed. “I don’t need blood, Aymee. And, I wasn’t hurt." He gently brushed

the back of his knuckles over the bruise on her cheek. "I couldn’t look on your pain and

maintain my control at the same time. If I had seen this,” his thumb followed the trail his

knuckles had just taken, “I would have torn these men apart limb by limb, fed on their

entrails and pissed on their bones.”

Aymee felt his light touch all the way to her soul. Heat blossomed at the point of

contact and radiated through her bloodstream. “That would have been okay with me.”

She leaned into his touch only to pull back with a yelp as pain registered.

Approaching sirens had her looking over her shoulder to see the flash of blue and red

getting brighter against the wall. She turned back to Eros, but he was gone. Then she felt

the light brush of his knuckles on her cheek again.

“I can’t explain this,” Aymee took a deep breath and shrugged out of his shirt

unconcerned that he could see her breast. She held it out and watched it disappear the

second it transferred from her hand to his. Covering herself with her hand again, she

turned, lifted her chin and walked awkwardly toward the officers exiting their cruiser at

the entrance to the alley.



Pick up your copy today, it's free May 2-3
http://www.amazon.com/Shadowed-Enlightened-Species-Novella-ebook/dp/B007TELRKM/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Roxy Burroughs interview

Roxy Burroughs has been kind enough to stop by the blog and answer some questions for us.


Roxy Boroughs and A STRANGER'S KISS, part of the Bandit Creek Books series.

Thanks for inviting me to talk to you today!

1. Tell us how this story came about?

A group of fellow writers met, started talking about the excitement surrounding indie
publishing, and the idea of Bandit Creek was born. More than 30 authors are writing
stories set in our fictional town of Bandit Creek Montana and, even more unique, the
novellas encompass all your favorite genres. If you like historical romances, we've got
those. If you read erotica, Bandit Creek's got that, too. There's even a children's book.
Like we say, "Everything Happens in Bandit Creek." Two new novellas debut every
month. You can check out all the titles here: http://banditcreekbooks.com/

As for my story, I'd always planned to write a follow-up book to my romantic suspense
novel A STRANGER'S TOUCH so the Bandit Creek project seemed like the perfect
opportunity.

In TOUCH I introduce Sam Hutchinson, a lawyer, who's falsely accused of his son's
murder. In KISS I pair him with Amy Tesher, a heroine who is also damaged but has
grown strong for the sake of her daughter, an eleven-year-old who is able to see the
ghost of Sam's son. But it's Amy who holds the key to Sam's redemption and, when they
get together, it's hot! Oh, and did I mention there's a serial killer on the loose?

You can find A STRANGER'S KISS here http://amzn.to/zQEUNU on Amazon.

2. Tell us something people would be surprised to find out?

I'm pretty much a what-ya-see-is-what-ya-get kinda girl. However, several years ago,
some audience members saw much more of me than usual. It was back in my acting
days and I appeared in a play…topless. I think there's even some video footage of it
floating around somewhere. Maybe it'll end up on YouTube. Yikes!

3. What genre do you read? Who is your favorite author?

I read just about anything, but I'm generally drawn to thrillers and deep psychological
stories. And I relish writers who are able to incorporate humor in the midst of all that
angst. My current favorites are Joy Fielding, Nicci French, Lee Child, and J. R. Ward.
I've also discovered some great new authors thanks to the Bandit Creek series.

4. How did you get started writing?

With of my acting/theater background, I started writing plays. And still do. From there, I
gravitated to novels.

5. What’s next for you?

My latest book is a complete departure from A STRANGER'S KISS. It's a joint project
with the multi-talented Steena Holmes. She wrote the very popular HOT FOR COWBOY
and I've followed it up with CRAZY FOR COWBOY, which is a lighthearted romantic
comedy. You can see my complete list of books at www.roxyboroughs.com.




SAM HUTCHINSON was once motivated
by power and money. But after his son's
murder, he alternates between losing himself
in a bottle of scotch and researching James
Ryan Morley, the still-at-large killer of the
boy Sam never had time for in life. Broken
and desperate, Sam traces Morley’s roots to
Bandit Creek, Montana and an addict who
once sheltered him.

There, against a serene mountain backdrop,
he finds the woman’s resourceful daughter,
AMY TESHER, and her eleven-year-old
child, Renee. Lies are Amy’s camouflage—her age, her name, even the identity of
her child’s father—all fabricated to escape the secrets of her past.

Unaware of Sam’s real mission, she takes him into her boarding house. Just as
Morley returns to take possession of Amy...and her daughter.


About the Author:


Before turning her attentions to
writing, Roxy appeared in several
TV commercials and movies. She
writes interactive murder-mysteries
for Pegasus Performances, had a
prize-winning short story produced
by CBC and published in Alberta
Anthology, and co-authored the
book Ghost Stories of Heritage Park
, on sale at the popular historical
village in Calgary, Alberta.

The novella A Stranger's Kiss is the
stand-alone sequel to her book A
Stranger's Touch, winner of The
Writer's Voice Award.