Cover Reveal ~ Jade’s Peace

Here it is all the info on Jade’s Peace, the first full length novel in the WMC series. Release date: January 20, 2014

Blurb:

Steve left his hometown to avoid doing something he knew he would regret. Now, ten years later, the girl he left to avoid has come looking for him, but she’s not a child anymore.

Jade has spent the last six years haunted by memories and nightmares. At a turning point in her life, she’s tired of waiting for something to change. She tracks down the only person she’s ever been drawn to, a man she hasn’t seen in more than ten years. But can she convince him that their differences don’t matter, that together they can both find peace?

 

And now for the cover… are you ready?

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New Covers…. I’ve yet to put them on the book pages, but here they are.

Book pages everywhere should be updated soon, that means anywhere from 12 hrs to a couple of weeks, depending on each server.

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I took my washer for granted.

Until it started leaking and I couldn’t use it for nearly a week. Now, *hangs head* there’s a huge mountain of dirty clothes piled up in my pantry. No, I don’t normally keep clothes in the pantry, but we had to clear the laundry room so we could work on the washer.  My kids are complaining that they have no clean clothes, but I know the truth… they have no clean clothes they *want* to wear. We’re almost out of clean towels, and I know it will take me days to catch up (especially since I don’t run the washer or dryer during peak power rate times (noon to 7pm here.)

The repair man will be here any time, with the part in hand, and we should have me up and running in short order. Oddly, I’m actually eager to start the washer running. It’s been a while since I could say that.

What parts of your life, automated, electronic, or human, do you tend to take for granted?

In the mean time, the kids are back to school and spring sports are back in session, meaning I spend little time at home after 3pm. Most of my evening writing is done at one ball field or another while waiting for kids to practice. But the good news is I’m getting back into the swing of the White Mountain Chanat series and making decent progress on the next book.


Release Day Blitz ~ Christy Gissendaner

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Out of Bounds Book One

Christy Gissendaner

Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

Number of pages: 83

Word Count: 39,820

Purchase Links: www.lsbooks.com, www.amazon.com

Book Description:

Julie Hendricks is a thirty-year-old workaholic who goes to her friend’s bar to meet him for a drink. It’s her first night out in years, and she envisions a normal evening. Instead, she meets Sin, a sexy karaoke DJ who’s not what he seems, and her idea of normal goes completely out the window.

Sin is actually Taliesin, the Welsh god of music and wisdom. For fun, he helps his old college football buddy at the local bar, Out of Bounds. His buddy’s prim friend captures his attention, and he soon reveals more of himself than he usually does.

Julie’s attraction to Sin is immediate, even though she doubts she could ever please a god. When her friend’s business is threatened, Julie must help hunt down the enemy while resisting falling in love with the dangerously intriguing Sin.

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This was going to be fun.

The crowd must’ve realized what he was about to do because it suddenly grew quiet, and all eyes turned toward him. Sin removed his earphones and reached for the microphones. “I’ve had a request.”

A cacophony of whistles and shouts filled the air.

“About time!” one of the sorority girls shouted and was echoed by the giggles of her friends.

Sin held up his hand for silence. “I’m going to need a volunteer.”

At least fifty female hands shot into the air. Sin ignored them all for the one hand that didn’t go up. As he had expected, Julie shrank against the back of the couch when his eyes met hers.

Jumping off the dais, he weaved his way through the crowd toward the back of the room. “Come here, Julie.”

Julie’s eyes widened, and she frantically shook her head.

Sin laughed into the microphone. “Don’t panic, Jules. I’m not going to make you sing. Now get on up here.”

She continued to shake her head. “No, Sin.”

Sin decided the audience was going to have to help him. He swept his arm out to gesture toward Julie and spoke into the microphone. “Everyone welcome Jules. She’s a good friend of Hal’s, and this is her first visit.”

If looks could kill and he was mortal, Sin would be a goner from the look Julie gave him. He reached out and plucked her from her seat before she could stop him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and propelled her forward. “Don’t worry. All you have to do is stand there.”

Julie elbowed him in the ribs and spoke through clenched teeth. “I don’t like being the center of attention, Sin.”

He twirled her in a small circle so that she faced the crowd. “Lucky for you,” he paused to throw his arm out in a dramatic fashion to gesture toward Hal. “I do.”

The music started, and he could tell the moment Julie recognized the song. Her eyes grew wide with disbelief, and her face paled.

“You are going to pay for this,” she hissed in warning.

“Relax, Jules. It’ll be fun.”

Sin plopped the top hat Hal handed him on Julie’s head, and the crowd went wild. The noise was deafening. For a moment, he thought she was going to bolt. Instead Julie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “No funny business.”

Sin winked at her and turned back toward the audience as he sang “You Can Leave Your Hat On.” For each item of clothing he mentioned, he teasingly acted as if he was removing it from Jules.

In previous acts, his helper would sometimes become overzealous and actually strip. Thankfully Jules didn’t show a similar inclination. She merely alternated between glaring at the ceiling and at him.

Sin circled her and reached for the buttons of her jacket. Julie tensed as he undid the top two buttons. His fingers brushed the lacy edge of her camisole and desire shot through him. He wanted to have her.

But first he had to get through the next couple of hours. “Don’t look so frightened, Jules. I’m not going any farther.”

“You’d better not unless you want two black eyes,” she warned out of the side of her mouth.

The crowd hooted and yelled for more. Sin nuzzled the side of her neck, enjoying the feel of her skin against his lips. “The crowd is wild for you, Jules.”

“It is not me they want to see, Sin.”

“Maybe not the female half, but the men in the room can’t take their eyes off of you.”

It was true. Sin sensed the envious looks he was being given. He did not feel threatened by their interest. Julie would be his even though she didn’t know it yet.

Sin undid the third button of her jacket, and then a fourth when she didn’t argue. The lapels of her jacket parted and exposed her thin camisole. Even the women hooted with delight as he ran his hands down the sides of her waist.

No one was more surprised than he was when Jules turned and yanked the mic from his hands.

She turned toward the crowd and lifted the microphone to her mouth. “Ya’ll want to see more?”

The crowd went crazy. She turned back to him with a wicked smile. Reaching up with one hand, she removed the hat.

She plopped the hat on his head at a crooked angle and lifted an eyebrow in challenge. “Turnabout is fair play.”

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Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand.

Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!

To find out more, please visit http://christygissendaner.webs.com

http://www.twitter.com/christygis

http://www.facebook.com/christygis

http://www.goodreads.com/christygissendaner


Guest Author ~ Laura Lee Nutt

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clip_image002They said Little Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after. They lied.

Six years after the attack at her grandmother’s cottage, Blanchette still wilts at the sound of a wolf’s howl. The scent of pine rising from the Black Forest surrounding her home is a constant reminder of the beast’s assault and the injury it left on her finger. After years spent hiding away, Blanchette’s world tilts when she wakes–naked and without memory of the previous night–in the forest, instead of behind the safety of her closed shutters.

Since rescuing Blanchette and her grandmother, huntsman Heinrich has befriended her family by day, and keeps watch as a powerful wolf over his territory by night. Sinister otherworldly creatures constantly threaten his domain and the human village he protects.

When the emperor sends a hunter to investigate the attack and slay any inhuman beings, Heinrich must tread carefully and protect not only himself, but his newly-discovered mate, who prowls the moonlit nights alongside him. He must also determine who is responsible for a string of murdered villagers, proving he can control his lupine nature and offer protection to the village, rather than danger.

CONTENT WARNING: Vengeful fae, dark magic, vicious murder, moral quandaries, explicit sex, and tragic honor.

A Lyrical Press Fantasy Romance | Lyrical Press Once Upon

Series – Embracing Ever After

Buy Links ~

Kindle, Nook, iTunes, Lyrical Store

 

Excerpt:

Herr Kaismann’s soul-scouring gaze left Blanchette certain the man had memorized her every detail. He showed no regard for Herr Jaeger’s unconcealed aggression, yet an odd compassion in his gaze made her unsure whether or not he would inspire nightmares. Usually in her terrorizing dreams, strangers joined the wolf along the shaded woodland path where the flowers dripped fat drops of blood when she plucked them.

Breaking his stare and shifting his attention to Herr Jaeger, Herr Kaismann said, “I thought the girl was blond.”

“What?” Herr Jaeger asked, incredulous. “What does the color of Blanchette’s hair or your being some–” Herr Jaeger bit off whatever he had originally intended to say and glanced at her as if remembering she still clung to him. “What does any of this have to do with Fraulein Blanchette?”

Herr Kaismann folded his hands neatly before him. “The tales say Little Red Riding Hood was blond, and from everything I have seen, your Blanchette is the true Little Red Riding Hood.”

Herr Jaeger glanced at her, scowled, gray eyes igniting with the comforting protective anger of a man defending his woman. He shifted and turned on Herr Kaismann. “You speak of nothing more than a child’s tale. Do not harass our young women in its name.”

Only, it was true, at least in part. How had the man found her out of all the girls in the Holy Roman Empire? In the world? How had he realized she was the girl to whom the tales referred?

A thin smile turned Herr Kaismann’s lips. He stepped forward so less than a pace remained between the two men. “The emperor and I find the prospect of such simple stories being pure fancy rather…unbelievable. At the heart of every fable or children’s tale lies a grain of truth. In discovering it, we reveal the real danger. We cannot have man-eating wolves running loose, now can we?”

 

About the Author:

In elementary school, Laura Lee Nutt checked out every fairy tale in the library so often, if she picked something else, it was cause for curiosity. Even into adulthood, she nurtured her imagination with stories of fairies, true love, monsters, especially werewolves, and the fantastic, but she wondered what happened after “happily ever after.”

This curiosity and catching an illness one chill winter day brought her before a blank computer screen, desperately desiring to write something new. Heinrich, Blanchette, and Karl swiftly spun the tale you just read. Laura feverishly typed, barely fast enough to keep up.

Once Red and the Wolf was born, other stories coalesced in Laura’s mind, Beauty and the Beast, Sleeping Beauty, Hansel and Gretel, all asking the same questions: What might happen if the end of these tales wasn’t really the end? What were these characters’ lives really like after the harrowing events of the fairy tale? What if achieving true love and happiness required something extra? Thus came the idea for this series, Embracing Ever After, where achieving true love requires something special and happily ever after isn’t really the end.

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Guest Author ~ Erica Hayes

 

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A fallen angel with a mission and a medical examiner who’s lost her faith are fighting for their souls in a glittering, near-future Manhattan…

Blind faith is for fools. That’s what Dr. Morgan Sterling believes. And she’s going to prove it by curing the zombie plague ravaging her city’s slums. She’s certain it’s not a sign of the End of Days, but a nasty disease—until an angel appears in her morgue in a flash of glory.

Luniel is not just a fallen angel. He’s a powerful warrior sworn to fight evil in hopes of a chance at redemption. He’s after the demon princes who are stealing the seven vials of holy wrath which, when perverted, will unleash eternal hell on earth.

To stop the plague, Luniel needs Morgan’s help, and her faith. But Morgan believes science is their salvation. If the zombie plague is a demonic curse—and if Luniel is true—he’ll have to prove it. Even if he loses his heart to true love or his soul to Hell…

Excerpt:

Today, of all days. It was Thursday. The world couldn’t end on a Thursday.

Luniel, the fallen angel, crouched on the shore of Liberty Island in a hot August sunset with blood lapping at his feet. It licked the rocks beneath his boots, clotting. All the way across the bay, to the firelit Brooklyn shore and the gleaming blue arcs of the Narrows Bridge, what used to be water gleamed sick and scarlet.

The angel sniffed the air, and tasted copper. A dead fish bobbed belly-up, pale white flesh and fins. He poked the warm liquid with his finger, and licked. Yeah. Definitely blood. And human. There were seaweeds and algae that sported the same fleshy color. But Luniel had tasted enough blood in his three thousand years to know this wasn’t algae.

He straightened. No breeze flicked his long black hair back. In his human guise, he had no wings. He scanned the distant shore with sharp blue eyes, further than any human could see, and his nose twitched. Hunting. For something. Anything. A trick. A college prank. A fish slaughterhouse. Overflow from some industrial accident, one of the factories along the built-up Jersey waterfront spilling toxic chemicals.

Not a sign of the Apocalypse. Not God’s wrath.

Across the bloody bay, Babylon’s glittering towers razored the red sky, the decadent sprawl of skyscrapers and spires they once called Manhattan. The sunset flashed on steel and mirrored windows, glaring in competition with neon lights and rainbow columns of virtual advertising. Even from here, Lune’s preternatural ears detected buzzing electrics, the faint digital beep of comms towers, snatches of conversations, and in his magical angelsight, the city glowed, green with the living, pulsing energy of human souls.

Helicopters lasered their searchlights through smoke and heat haze, sweeping over burned-out housing projects and shining condominiums. Traffic noise hummed, the groaning subway, horns and engines and wailing sirens, police and fire and the ever-more-urgent ambulances. At the height of summer, plague had stolen into the Empire State like a homicidal houseguest, more frightening than California dengue and deadlier than arctic flu, and people were afraid.

But terror happened in Babylon, the world’s richest, rottenest city of sin. You only had to look at the shining glass spire piercing the sky, one hundred and ten stories high, built back in wiser days where a pair of ill-fated twin towers once stood. The world had turned ever more rapidly to shit since then, but Luniel still remembered that day well. That day, angels dived for earth, fiery wings flashing, but it was too late. Even the fallen, like Lune, were powerless. The people screamed and died and thought the world was ending.

Horrific? Yeah. But the monkeys had no idea what they were in for.

What the end of the world would really be like.

Luniel shivered. This wasn’t over yet. It couldn’t be.

He dug into his jeans pocket for his phone, and speed-dialed. Trendy SIM implants in your ears were all very well for humans, but fast-healing angelflesh rejected biotech. The irony was pleasing and bitter. “Come on, Ithiel,” he muttered. “Answer your rotted phone.”

Ithiel was still on heaven’s A-list, but he and Lune stayed in contact. If anything was going down, Ith would know. But voicemail kicked in, his brother’s laid-back laughter: I’m busy. Leave a message. If I give a shit, I’ll call back.

Luniel swore—even after centuries, defiance felt good—and waited for the beep. “Party never stops upstairs, huh. Call me, asshole,” he said, and ended the call.

A week. Ithiel hadn’t answered for a week. And now this.

It could be stupid luck. Coincidence. Random events colliding like flotsam.

But after two millennia spent dealing out heaven’s wrath, and going on another one walking the earth and seeing it all from the other side, Luniel was wearily certain that what goes around, comes around to kick you in the balls.

Coincidence was bullshit. Nothing was random. Everything happened for a reason, and fate was one dastardly, despicable motherfucker you just couldn’t avoid.

But inexorably­—inexplicably—the blood lapping at his feet made him angry.

Defiantly, recklessly, sinfully angry.

 

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Erica Hayes was a law student, an air force officer, an editorial assistant and a musician, before finally landing her dream job: fantasy and romance writer.

She writes dark paranormal and urban fantasy romance, and her books feature tough, smart heroines and colourful heroes with dark secrets.

She hails from Australia, where she drifts from city to city, leaving a trail of chaos behind her. Currently, she’s terrorizing the wilds of Northumberland.

http://www.ericahayes.net

http://erica-hayes.blogspot.com

http://www.facebook.com/ericahayes.author

http://www.twitter.com/ericahayes

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2922003.Erica_Hayes


Guest Author ~ Nana Malone

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Shy, Fantasy Event Planner, Ricca Munroe has never been lucky in love, so when the latest in a long line of Mr. Oh So Wrongs publicly dumps her, she focuses on her career. All she has to do to land the job of a lifetime is work side-by-side with the one man who can break her heart.

Beckett Mills has never been in love. Personal entanglements are a recipe for disaster—that is until one kiss from Ricca Munroe changes everything. Beckett needs this job to fulfill a promise he made. All he has to do is resist the seductive charms of his best friend.

Can Ricca come out of her shell to land her dream job and the love of her life? Can Beckett trust himself enough to actually fall in love and still keep the promise he made?

Warning: Sexy, sass talking women will make you laugh, cry and want a pair of killer footwear.

 

About the Author:

About the Author:

Nana’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin. It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is. Though, until that ninja job comes through, you’ll find her acting out scenes for hubby, baby and puppy while catching up on her favorite reality television shows in sunny San Diego.

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Still reading Kristen Ashley

I’m slowly working my way through her back list, one series at a time. I started with the Dream Man series and I was hooked, I can’t wait for the first book in the Chaos series to come out so I can see where the story goes next. I recently finished her Colorado Mountain series, and it was just as good, just as gripping, and hard to put down, and I’m ready for the next book in that series. I’m still having a hard time realizing that it’s 2am and I have to get up in less than four hours so that I can get a semi-decent amount of sleep, but the stories are so worth it. 

I plan to start the Rock Chick books tonight, we’ll see how functional I am in the morning.


Guest Author ~ Michael Offutt

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Autumn has arrived in New York, and Jordan Pendragon attends his first classes as a freshman at Cornell. Born with a brilliant mathematical mind, he balances life as a research assistant with that of a student athlete.

But Jordan also has a quest. He must find the Black Tower, a monolithic edifice housing a thing that defines the very structure of the universe. Jordan believes it is buried somewhere in Antarctica under miles of prehistoric ice.

October finds Jordan earning a starting position with the Cornell hockey team. But a dark cloud gathers over his rookie season. Unexplained deaths, whispers of a cannibal cult, a prophecy, and a stone known only as the Oculus, cast a shadow over his athletic ambitions. It is the start of a terrifying journey down a path of mystery, murder, and to a confrontation with an Evil more ancient than the stars.

Free short story that’s a lead-in to this book series: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/236636

Enter for a chance to win one of six signed copies of Oculus, open worldwide, HERE

 

From Michael, the character background of Kolin Lightfoot:

I am by no means the first writer that has used assassins in a fiction book. However, rather than make one a villain, I chose to make one a hero. The particular killer I’m talking about is named Kolin Lightfoot, and he has a background that I meticulously thought about while I created him.

Kolin speaks with an accent that echoes the one you hear Brits use on Earth. Because he’s not an actual “earthling” I won’t go so far to say to you in this post that he is completely British. But he’s close enough that it should be apparent that’s what he sounds like in the telling of the story.

Now for those who have read Slipstream or my short story “The Insanity of Zero,” Kolin is pretty much established as an Avalonian assassin with an ambiguous age that lies somewhere between 80 and 100 years old (perhaps a little older). However, in a novella that I published on the Nifty Archive entitled W.R.A.I.T.H., I explored further the background of this mysterious fellow. As a disclaimer, W.R.A.I.T.H. is a free read on a gay pornographic website (NSFW) but contains very little pornography itself until the last two chapters. There is no sex between characters…merely a very tense sexual situation brought on by very dark circumstances that befall the characters in the story.

I wrote W.R.A.I.T.H. from material I had to cut out from the original book Slipstream. Those of you who are writers, know that word count is the death knell of the traditionally published. Even though I’m with a small press, Slipstream minus the novella was at the maximum cap of 120,000 words. With W.R.A.I.T.H., we were looking at a 180,000 word manuscript, which is simply “unpublishable.” So W.R.A.I.T.H. is kind of an “alternative timeline” that branches off from the time when Jordan first arrives on Avalon and to them getting a ride into Kilvarough City for the first time. The whole story takes place in “The Stygian Waste.”

In this novella that I published online, Kolin is revealed to be a result of genetic engineering. Z.E.R.O. at some point after the apocalypse created a robot and gave it a directive to engineer a perfect man and a perfect woman. Then it sent the robot back into time before the apocalypse happened in order to work on this directive. It got a lab set up, took on the best and the brightest for its staff, and weathered the storm that followed the day the world died. This “brain trust” made a lot of mistakes that resulted in the creation of some of the monsters. But they did finally create a perfect human male and they called him Adam. All he needed was an Eve. So Kolin’s real name is “Adam” and the reason why he’s such a badass is because he’s been genetically manipulated to be this way.

Anyway, the robots plan was simple. Create one Adam, and one Eve, and then send those two into orbit in a spaceship that it had engineered and kept beneath the laboratory. Inside the laboratory, there’s an Armageddon button that when pressed, will basically plunge the world into a nuclear winter, killing off all life on the surface. Once the world is reset, robots would follow a directive and reseed the earth and the oceans with life. The two humans in the spaceship would land and repopulate the Earth with other humans because their D.N.A. and genetic makeup is flawless. Their offspring would not themselves develop mutations to their D.N.A. for many generations to come, so brother and sister could essentially interbreed. And thus, the human race could be reborn.

But this isn’t what happened. Kolin escaped from the lab with no real memory of whom he is, and we meet up with him in Slipstream as he befriends Jordan and later becomes his boyfriend. But make no mistake, he’s genetically perfect, and that will come into play at some point in the chronicles.

To purchase “Oculus” or to know more about the series “A Crisis of Two Worlds” please follow the link below:

http://slckismet.blogspot.com/p/books.html

About the Author:

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Michael Offutt writes speculative fiction books that have science fiction, LGBT, and paranormal elements. His first book, “Slipstream” has received some critical acclaim and was published by Double Dragon in the spring. The sequel, “Oculus” came out in November 2012. He has one brother, no pets, and a few roots that keep his tree of life sufficiently watered. By day, he works for the State of Utah as a Technical Specialist. By night, he watches lots of t.v., writes, draws, and sometimes dreams of chocolate.

Michael Offutt graduated from the University of Idaho in 1994 with a Bachelor’s degree in English.

He keeps a blog and would appreciate a visit or two even if all you want to do is say hi.

Website: http://slckismet.blogspot.com/p/books.html

Art relating to books: http://slckismet.blogspot.com/p/my-artwork.html

Blog: http://slckismet.blogspot.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3099632.Michael_Offutt

Twitter: @MichaelOffutt

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Slipstream/164452693676933


What I’m reading ~ Dream Man series ~ Kristen Ashley

My latest reading obsession has been the Dream Man series by Kristen Ashley. I’ve just finished the third one, Law Man and every time I pick one up, I have a hard time putting it down for any reason. Last night, when I went to bed, I intended to read for twenty minutes or so, then go to sleep, because I had to get up early. I didn’t have a book I was in the middle of, so I started Law Man. I was immediately sucked in, and it wasn’t until about two hours later that I remembered I had to get up, by then I was going to get maybe four hours sleep.  Every book I’ve read in the series has been that way. I haven’t read any of her other series, but I plan to, she is just that good.