Friday, May 31, 2013

PROMO & Guest Post: From Hel With Love by Blue Remy


Guest Post by Blue Remy, author of From Hel With Love

My Writing Process

I have a very … shall we call it … quirky writing process.  I don’t have any other way to explain it. My hubby says I’m ADD, I’m OCD and have a problem with organization. I have organized chaos. He says it’s a mess. I beg to differ. When you step into my area, I KNOW where everything is, it has its proper spot. It just might not be in your ideal spot.
Anyway, back to the ADD slash OCD. I have a small notebook that I carry around with me, 24/7. I do a detailed outline in this notebook of the current book that I am writing. I may have paragraphs, I may have just a few words here and there. Almost shorthand, I guess?  If I have a particular conversation going on that I want to remember, I will write that out to the ‘T’.
If I get idea’s I can grab out the book and jot them down, and while I’m doing research, I will write it down in the book as well. I have scratched out a ton of idea’s and wrote over others.
Once the book is what I have key termed “penned out”, I will sit down at the computer and actually type it out. This is where it gets difficult for me. Outlines are already hard to follow, but my books tend to write themselves. I may start in one spot and have the goal to reach point B, but the characters may not like it and push me to point C. That has happened more often than not.
When I write, I have to have horror movies playing. Part of it, is that my writing is raw and gritty, and partly because I am a horror movie Queen. It helps to just have that comforting noise in the background. I also must have a pot of coffee on and a cup in front of me. It helps keep the creative juices flowing. If I get stuck, I walk away and beg my husband for a ride on the Harley. It tends to clear my brain of whatever mud is in there, which is usually a character talking to me, but I can’t clearly hear it.
I write from beginning to end. It is hard for me to skip over a chapter or skip a scene because I’m not feeling it.  My OCD is an ass like that. Plus, you will never see an odd number of Chapters. I will add an extra if I have too. I cannot end in an odd number.
Once it’s all typed out, comes the celebratory shot. The book is done. It’s party time! (Then again after edits!)
I’m weird, we all know this, but I don’t write much different than the next, or have some outrageous process. Pretty simple in the end.





Paranormal Romance
Date Published-  5/2/13


Hel hath no fury like her Raven scorned…
Fallen Valkyrie Legionnaire, Raven Aquilus, has always known she was an outcast to her kind. Stuck in New Orleans as the Protectress of the Nine Gates of Yggdrasil, she lives as close to the edge as her family will allow. One fateful night would change it all – Someone ritualistically slaughtered a guardian in 
one of her Gates, leaving Raven lying in a pool of blood. Ordered to find the killer before she dies along with her precious guardians, Raven is placed in a race against time, being forced to enlist in the help of a Human FBI paranormal agent. Together they must stop the serial murders before an ancient war 
reignites – and Raven loses everything, including a new found love, all to a jealous half-breed …
Welcome the XIII Hour™ series. Betrayal, Lust, Love, Murder, Jealousy and Revenge. The faery-tales that your mother never told you about just came true.

Blue Remy
Author Bio
Native of Santa Maria, CA, Blue Remy is the author of The XIII Hour™Series, and the raw, gritty series Twisted In Love. When she’s not writing, Blue lives to ghost hunt whenever she can, which tends to help her imagination and outrageous character ideas. She was first introduced to the paranormal world through her Grandmother and her haunting bedtime stories. Blue then found the Grimm’s Faery Tales, and fell in love with spinning wild stories about the evil characters that everyone hated, giving them their own past and history to be told. Blue is a total fan girl when it comes to anything Wonder Woman. She collects Living Dead Dolls, rubber duckies, Sugar Skulls, stuffed animals and tarot cards which she is an adept reader of. Blue currently resides in the paranormal hub of the South with her husband, who feeds her gourmet coffee and cupcake addiction. Blue Remy is a member of The Paranormal Romance Guild.
Website- http://xiiihour.com
Twitter- www.twitter.com/blue_remy
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/theblueremy?fref=ts

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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Promo: Moonlight (Book 4 in the Black Swan Saga) by Victoria Danann




Moonlight: The Big Bad Wolf
Victoria Danann
Paranormal Romance / Fantasy
Date to be Published: 5/25/13
ISBN ebook 978-1-933320-69-4
ISBN Print   978-1-933320-64-9


Synopsis:

The fourth installment in The Order of the Black Swan serial saga. The story of B Team continues while the romance centers on Stalkson Grey, head of the Elk Mountain Reservation Tribe of werewolves. He embarks on an adventure he would never have dreamed possible, willing to take any risk to save his pack from extinction. Along the way he learns that true love can find you in the strangest places, even when you're far, far from home.

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Book Excerpt :

CHAPTER 1

"What do you know about my sister and that prancin' prick of a fairy prince?"
Elora blinked, but in the space of that flutter he learned all he needed to know. He had found out the first night Storm brought her to poker, back at Jefferson Unit, that her very expressive face telegraphed even the tiniest nuance or feeling or thought. By now he knew her so well that she was as transparent as air. She was caught off guard because she hadn't expected that question while Ram was cooking a leisurely Sunday breakfast.
"Say that three times fast?"
"No' goin' to work this time. Stay on topic."
"You just don't like him because he can stand toe to toe with you and not be cowed by the H.O.H. elfster."
"ELFSTER!? What in Paddy's Name, Elora? And what is H.O.H.?"
"Hall of Heroes."
Ram turned away from frying bacon and gave her a look. It probably didn't have the effect he intended. He was wearing jeans, a long sleeve black tee that stretched across his chest enticingly, and a black Jack Daniels apron tied around his waist. She thought perhaps nothing was sexier than watching Ram's muscles ripple while cooking her breakfast.
"Do no' try to deflect. 'Tis I. And Paddy knows I can tell when you're hidin' somethin'."
Ram looked determined.
"Speaking of hiding. You're going to have to do something about all these guys overrunning our property. Our home - the one that was intended to be our very own, very private property. Please, Ram. Make them go away."
His expression softened a little as he decided to allow himself to be temporarily derailed.
"Sol, Simon, and every one of your friends agree that we can no' leave you and Helm vulnerable after the threat those alien buggers left hangin' in the air. That goes especially for your friend, Sir Storm."
"My friend, Sir Storm?"
"Aye. Your friend. The bloody wanker suggested that I'm no' responsible enough to be entrusted with lookin' out for you. Said, 'You're no' takin' good care of my namesake's mother.
I'll be forced to give the job to someone else if you do no' shape up and begin takin' it seriously'."
Elora laughed. "He said that?"
"Aye. As if 'twas all my doin' that you ended up givin' birth alone in a freezin' wolf cave.
With. No. Phone."
"Well..."
Ram narrowed his eyes at her. "Think very carefully about what you are about to say before you say it."
Elora smiled brightly. "I was going to say that no one in his right mind could fault you."
Ram nodded and resumed turning the bacon. "Exactly. I should have reminded him what happened when he was in charge of the Baka interview at Unit Drac. He pouted for hours after learnin' first hand that the Lady Laiken does as she fuck-well pleases."
Elora concurred by nodding vigorously. "It's a burden, but you bear it well, my love."
"All kiddin' aside. I do. I really do." He began setting strips of cooked bacon out to drain the grease.
"Well, Sir Storm is going to be plenty busy with his own burdens."
"What's your meanin?"
"They're expecting."
"Expectin' a baby?"
"No. They're expecting Publishers Clearing House to pay for their villa renovation."
Ram gave her a look. "You know, I'm thinkin' there's only enough of this lovely bacon for one and, since I cooked, I really should be keepin' it for myself."
"Yes! They're expecting a baby. Litha thinks it's a girl."
"A girl!" Ram practically whooped. "Paddy's Great Balls Afire. I can no' wait to see Storm try to be da to a girl." He laughed enjoying that idea and then grew serious. "As for the buggers who violated my grandda's forest, I'll no' be givin' 'em a second chance at my family."
"Rammel. I hear you and I understand you."
"I do no' suppose the next sentence will be 'and I obey you'."
Elora smirked while she snagged a piece of bacon. "Have I ever mentioned you make great bacon?" She nuzzled his ear on the way back to her stool. "Almost as good as chocolate."
Ram pointed a spatula at her. "I swear to Paddy you have that thin'... that ADDD."
"ADHD?"
"Aye."
Elora started laughing. "Pot."
When his brows drew together she smiled because Helm looked at her with that same expression several times a day. They made him accidentally in a snow covered cottage, but he was made with love and now he was a little bit her and a little bit him. A miracle indeed.
"You can no' concentrate 'cause you've been smokin' dope?"
"No! 'Pot' as in 'you're the pot calling the kettle black'."
Ram stared at her for a few beats, finally shook his head and said, "No idea."
"You don't have an expression here about the pot calling the kettle black?"
"We do no' that I know of, but I think I begin to follow your point. You're tryin' to say that I should no' be accusin' you of short attention because mine is even shorter?"
Of their own accord, his eyes drifted down to the cleavage showing between the Henley buttons she'd left undone.
She chuckled. "See?"
"See what?"
She did a little shimmy and he grinned sheepishly. "Guilty." He put an orange juice in front of her. "And be careful of the sexy dancin'. You'll be gettin' Helm's milk all over your clothes again."
Elora rolled her eyes. "He gets enough. Have you seen how chubby his little face is getting?"
"Well, blood will tell."
Elora narrowed her eyes to slits. "Rammel. Paddy help you if you're saying what I think you're saying."
"All I'm sayin' is that chubby cheeks do no' run on my side of the family." When she took a mock threatening step toward him, he laughed. "Just teasin' darlin' girl. Just teasin'. You know I would no' change a hair on your head. Or his."
"Okay. All I'm sayin' is that insanity doesn't run on my side of the family." A look of horror slowly covered her face as she realized what she'd just said. She hadn't yet personally confronted what the assassin in the woods had said about the Laiwynn clan, but if it was true, it meant that cruelty and despotic behavior might run in her family.
Ram put his utensils down, wiped his hand on his apron, and offered himself for a hug.
She stepped into the comfort of his arms.
"What I was trying to tell you earlier is that I've never made any secret of the fact that I won't give up my freedom to live a restricted life, no matter how luxurious or comfortable. Not for anything."
"No' even for Helm? And me?"
"That's not fighting fair and you know it."
"When it comes to your safety - and our son's - you think I care about fightin' fair? 'Tis the very last of my concerns."
"Let me put it this way. You need to come up with a more agreeable Plan B and you need to do it while I'm still in a listening mood."
"Any ideas?"
She looked down at her pretty Holland china plate, part of the set they got as a wedding present from Kay and Katrina. She had a picture of how good life was going to be there in their new home. Had the Ralengclan assassins spoiled her vision of the future to the point of ruin?
Was it time to confront that possibility?
"No." When she looked back up, Ram thought he might have seen her look just a little worn. Like her aura hadn't been buffed in a while. Sometimes he caught her looking off into space and he suspected that she was thinking about what she'd been told by the Ralengclan assassin, wondering if the massacre of her family was really a coup d'etat." Armed people guarding the house. Hardly what I pictured."
"I know." Ram sat down next to her and took her hand in his. "We'll figure it out. Monq's workin' on it." He pulled up like he had an idea. The change was so subtle that no one besides Elora would have even noticed it.
"What?"
"He's workin' on detectin' interdimensional activity - identifyin' the source and location.
He says 'tis a logical first step toward the defense system we're goin' to be needin'."
"Yeah. I heard."
"Well..." She knew she was in trouble when he turned on that look that he had given her the first night they had met, the puppy dog plea that was so irresistible she could be manipulated out of her socks with full knowledge and complicity. She hated that. It was... manipulation by consent.
"Stop that right now!"
"'Twas just thinkin' that, for the time bein', just while we're sortin' this out, maybe we should move back into Jefferson Unit. You and Helm would be safe there. I know 'tis no' ideal, but there is the courtpark, food, and babysittin' on demand. 'Tis no' this." He looked around the room and gave a little sigh. He had put a lot of himself into renovating the property and somewhere along the way had come to understand why she loved it and pictured their little family living happily ever after there. "But we were happy at Jefferson too. We could even help
Monq. Maybe speedin' thin's along a bit?"
"I'm expecting puppies."
"I truly hope no one is recordin' this conversation." Ram's mouth softened at the corners making him look so beautifully kissable that she had to lean in and remind herself if those kisses were as good as she remembered. He didn't seem to mind complying with her wish. When she pulled back, he said, "We could get Glen to keep an eye on that. The wolf pups I mean."
"This is not just some ruse that's going to get us sucked back into active duty?"
Ram cocked his head like he was having trouble with that question. "Why would I go to so much trouble to keep you safe only so I could risk gettin' you killed?"
Elora stared at Ram for a few seconds. "I'm not the only knight in the room and we both know how persuasive Sol can be when he wants something. Before I even consider this proposal, I need some reassurance that none of us, not you, not me, not the baby - none of us - are going to end up on any field assignment. Not in any capacity."
Ram nodded. "Deal."
"Okay."
"Okay you approve of my answer or okay we're packin' for Fort Dixon?"
"Fort Dixon, but that's all of us. Blackie too. And we need an apartment big enough for the four of us."
"Thank Paddy. I'm goin' to get a good night's sleep for a change." She hadn't realized just how much stress the fear of assassination had caused Ram until she saw his facial muscles relax. Yeah. It was a good plan. A good choice, everything considered.
"And, let's outline what would have to happen to make it possible for us to come back here and proceed to live life the way it should be lived. By ourselves. Speaking of which, I'm also not giving up the pleasure of a weekend at the cottage - just us - forever."
"Certainly. I'm no' unreasonable."
She smiled at him lovingly and indulgently. "Of course not. You're my hero."




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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Review: Tempest (Scribes of Medeisia: Book II) by R.K. Ryals



We must overcome and prevail ...
King Raemon of Medeisia is slaughtering tattooed scribes and mages, forcing them into hiding. All marked and those associated with them are destroyed. The people are desperate. Months after challenging Raemon, the marked rebels of Medeisia must rise against their bloodthirsty king or chance being annihilated.
Sixteen year-old Drastona Consta-Mayria is the prophesied phoenix of peace, desperate to be a leader for her people despite her reservations. Following the lead of a scarred and forgotten prince, Drastona will embark on a journey with an unlikely band of rebels and a dragon across a cursed desert to bring down a king and save a kingdom.


Review by Kate

Tempest, Scribes of Medeisia has yet again brought me to my knees with emotion. I have cried with sadness, the love and loyalty is much as my own toward my husband. The fear, the whirlwind it is an absolute epic book. R K Ryals has had me on a mixture of emotions of all of her books and not one of them can I put down. She truly is a scribe herself.


Kye and Stone must go on a journey through the place she once saw from the window of her bedroom… a desert , Ardus, a place where there is danger lurking all around. They are trying to reach the King of Sadeemian. For what I hear you ask! ( You will have to buy the book)


R K Ryals describes scenery so well and I can picture everything in my head just how it is said and that has helped me fall in love with book even more and wanting to go there, so find myself reading it more often and more than once.


Again she has captured more than my imagination of adventure and tales, magic and fantastic story lines. This is a must book. 5 hearts! Happy reading.


Where to buy:http://www.amazon.com/Tempest-The-Scribes-Medeisia-ebook/dp/B00CQCQWJ8

About the author:

Born in Jackson, Mississippi, R. K. Ryals is a scatterbrained mother of three whose passion is reading whatever she can get her hands on. She makes her home in Mississippi with her husband, three daughters, a Shitzsu named Tinkerbell, and a coffeepot she couldn't live without. Visit her at http://rkryals.com.



Sunday, May 5, 2013

Review & Excerpt: Alpha Girl by Kate Bloomfield

Hey, everyone! Today is our stop on the book tour for Alpha Girl by Paranormal Romance author Kate Bloomfield! We have an excerpt to share but first, my review:


Paranormal Romance
Date Published: April 1, 2013

Best-selling and independent Australian author, Kate Bloomfield, has successfully made a name for herself in the world of self-publishing at just twenty-three years old. Her newest and most precious book yet, Alpha Girl, is a controversial Paranormal Romance between a student and teacher. A book not for those easily offended.


Synopsis: Seventeen year old Rose Goldman is highly unpopular in the little town of Halfway. Ever since the 'attack' when she was a girl, people and animals have been afraid of her. She gets bullied in school, and called 'wet dog' because of the way she smells, despite being extremely hygienic. However, life takes a turn when a new teacher starts at Halfway High. Mr. Stone, the quirky and charismatic English teacher is twice Rose's age, but she feels an unexplainable pull towards him from day one. Despite her better judgement, Rose pursues a friendship with Mr. Stone, who seems unable to stay away from her. 

What is pulling this unlikely pair together?

My review: 

There's just no way to start this review other than saying the first words that come to my mind when I think of this book: HOT HOT HOT! Phew! First of all, the cover is absolutely beautiful. For those of us who have never quite felt like we fit in, Rose is easy to relate to. She used to be popular, had a lot of friends, until she was attacked one night when taking a walk with her parents. Since the attack, people are afraid of her and are horribly mean to her to the point of bullying. Her former best friend is, of course, one of the worst offenders. It's pretty typical high school drama, trying to destroy anyone who is different than the masses. That is, until, the incredibly sexy new English teacher, Mr. Stone, comes to town. He's older, at least twice her age, and like I said, is her teacher - it's all so taboo, which makes for one incredibly hot story line! There were some spelling errors that weren't caught in the editing process but the butterflies in my stomach thanks to Mr. Stone served as a fantastic distraction.

This is definitely not a Y.A novel and I think it might be best categorized as New Adult.

My rating for Alpha Girl: 4.5 hearts. Despite the few errors in editing here, this book was fantastic and hot, and I enjoyed every word of it.

And now I'm excited to give you the excerpt for Alpha Girl by Kate Bloomfield:

Chapter Five

The doors of the library opened, and Mr. Stone entered with a book in his hands. I watched him as he placed it into the ‘returns’ chute at the front desk. I wanted to call out to him, but I was still embarrassed about our last encounter. He must have felt my eyes upon him because his gaze suddenly slid towards me.
The grin that broke across his face was heart melting. He was usually smiling but this was different; he looked genuinely pleased to see me. He crossed the library, walking towards the desk I was sitting at.
‘Catching up on homework?’ he asked.
I nodded, swallowing hard, as if something was stuck in my throat, preventing
me from talking.
‘What are you working on?’ he asked.
I looked down at the textbook that was sprawled in front of me. ‘Math,’ I said.
‘Ah. I’m afraid I can’t help you there,’ he smiled. ‘Math was never my strong
suit.’
‘Me either,’ I sighed, leaning back in my chair. ‘I’m terrible at it.’
‘I’m sure you’re not that bad,’ he said, leaning on the back of a chair.
I rifled through my papers, pulling out my most recent math test. I handed it to him and he looked down at the grade written in big red letters.
‘D minus,’ he read. ‘Okay, so maybe you are terrible at it.’
I laughed. ‘It just doesn't stick with me,’ I admitted.
‘Maybe if you didn’t daydream so much,’ he said, handing the test back to me.
‘I don’t daydream,’ I lied.
He cocked an eyebrow, his expression sardonic. ‘You get this glazed look over
your eyes all the time. Sometimes I worry you’re having a stroke.’
I rolled my eyes and continued packing up my books. As I slung the bag over my shoulder, Mr. Stone looked around to make sure we were alone.
‘Can I give you a ride home?’ he asked.
My knees felt weak. ‘Are you sure that’s wise?’
‘Everyone has gone home for the day,’ he replied. ‘I’ll drive around the corner and you can meet me there.’
There was something about his desire for secrecy that made my skin prickle. ‘Okay,’ I agreed.
I left the library before Mr. Stone, who exited a few paces behind me. He walked towards the teacher’s car park as I exited through the front gates.



About the author:


Kate was born in Enfield, London in 1989, but has lived in Wollongong, Australia for most of her life. Now working full time as an independent author, Kate has published four novels, and two short stories. Her fifth novel ‘Alpha Girl’ is a paranormal romance that explores a complicated a student/teacher relationship. It is due for release on April 1st 2013.

For more information about Alpha Girl, please visit: www.bloomfieldkate.com

Blog: www.katebloomfieldauthor.blogspot.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/katebloomfield
Facebook: www.facebook.com/katebloomfieldauthor
Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/katebloomfield
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/KateBloomfield



Where to buy:
Amazon: http://amzn.com/e/B0077DUFJO
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