Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year! 1/11/11

Happy New Year Blog Hoppers! Your on your way at a chance to win a KINDLE! Thanks to everyone who has supported my writing endeavor and I hope to share more SINS novel stories with you in the coming year! Don't forget to join us for the Author's Chat on Jan 2nd at 7:00 EST. Add yourself as a follower of this blog for upcoming author interviews. I've posted a new Nightwalker story below to go along with the photo to whet your appetite!

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Our tongues danced together and I revelled in the taste of Justin, and, more importantly, the sweet taste of victory.

Finally! I thought to myself and quivered in anticipation. By the time Justin opens his eyes and realizes that he has just sealed his fate, and fulfilled my destiny, it will too late.

Too late for his pathetic girlfriend, Chloe; well ex-girlfriend, thanks to my meddling; to reclaim Justin and definitely too late for Justin to withhold his power of sight from me any longer.

I cracked my eyelid open, just enough to see Alicia and Elijah, toasting in the New Year, one that would have solidified their place in this dominion had I not been able to secure Justin and his gift as my bloodslave. It is too late for them too.

And Artemis, poor misguided Artemis. He sat at the bar alone, holding his glass of scotch securely in his hand. The last drink he would ever imbibe.

In moments the final bell will strike, heralding The First Year, 1/11/11, my year. The lights will be swallowed by darkness. Then Artemis’ blood too will be shed. I’ll open his carotid artery with my fangs and swallow every drop, savor it as his blood pulses into me, the warm power seeping into my own veins.

I felt the muscles in Justin’s neck twitch at the same moment that the sensation crept down my spine. Shit!

My eyes flew wide, searching the crowd for the only two people on this planet that could ruin me.

Blackness.

Then a sliver of light, just enough for me to see the blood.

Only it wasn’t me swallowing Artemis’ precious blood. It was my blood, flowing crimson down my chest as I lie in the back room of the bar with only a window to show me the outer room. The outer room where Alicia and Elijah stood flanking Artemis. Bear and Mouse, ever the faithful bodyguards, protecting them all.
And Justin, embracing Chloe. Damn!

“How did you know?” I turned my head back as far as I could, still only able to see a small portion of Ian’s face. Leah stepped into my view and then I knew the answer to my own question.

“It was of no use for you to try and separate us.” Ian shared a look with Leah that I could only guess at. “It doesn’t matter who tries.” He kept his eyes on her as they swirled blue-black with pinpoints of light blazing in them. “It cannot be done. We are bound together.”

Leah sighed. Whether in defeat or acceptance I could not tell.

“Besides Victoria.” He flashed a sinister smile, exposing his own fangs. “I could smell your evil stench anywhere.” Ian turned those dark eyes back on me. They would likely be the last things I ever saw. Unless-,

The lights flickered...


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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Disenchanted Christmas by Sandra Sookoo


Congratulations on you book! Why don’t you tell us a little about it.

Thanks! My latest book is entitled DISENCHANTED CHRISTMAS and is a mix of historical and paranormal goodness. Here’s the blurb:

Christmas in 1899 starts as a joyless affair. Bethany Cundiff has hit a rough patch of life. While caring for her young niece and nephew, she’s evicted from her residence and fired from her job ten days before Christmas. To make matters worse, a gentleman who desires her company for the holiday, and has the money to back up the promise, propositions her for sex.

Blake Wenchal is a disenchanted elf that’s been banished from the Northern Realm and Santa’s court because he’s lost the spirit of compassion and charity. Lonely from years spent by himself, he’s thrown off balance when Bethany accepts his ill-advised offer of paid bed mate—except she arrives on his doorstep with children in tow.

Neither one counted on the power of love, acceptance and the miracle of family to make the holiday unforgettable.

Buy link at Liquid Silver Books: http://tinyurl.com/237tu4s


Where were you when you got your first book contract? Who did you tell?
Oh Lord. Let’s see. That was over 2 years ago. A couple of days before Thanksgiving, late in the day. I received the news via email and called my hubby to let him know. My husband is always the first one that gets the news LOL


What draws you to write your genre and sub genre?

The challenge of it all. I love to push myself to write in different genres to keep the brain sharp. Besides, I never know how far I can go unless I try it at least once.


Do you have any tips for new writers?

First, you won’t learn how to write unless you…write! If it’s something you’re dedicated at, you’ll write. And remember, writing is a huge amount of work and learning. Keep that in mind and proceed.


What is your guilty pleasure?

Playing any of the LEGO games on Xbox LOL


Where can your readers reach you?

My website is the best: http://www.sandrasookoo.com. From there you can link to my blog, Facebook and Twitter.


Are you working on another book?

LOL I’m always working on another book! Right now I’m 2/3 through a new sci-fi romance. After that I’ll be back to historical for a bit.


Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share?

Always! Here’s a brand new excerpt from DISENCHANTED CHRISTMAS:

"Do the kids know you are the benefactor?" Bethany's eyes were wide and round in the weak light, much like John's, and just as vulnerable. "Do you not want accolades?"

Did he? Perhaps years ago he had. Now? Those things were simply not as important as they had been before. He made the toys because he enjoyed the work.

Her gaze held his, sure and steady, and his conscience urged him to blurt out his secret. In the end, his courage deserted him and he sighed.

"Only the headmistress and my neighbor, Mrs. Abermarle, know. I do not want praise or public approval. It is my way of helping those less fortunate."

"You are truly the most selfless person I have ever met." Without warning, she threw her arms about his neck and hugged him. "You then extended that same kindness to me and my children when you were within your rights to toss us out into the street."

For the space of a few heartbeats, he did nothing. He couldn't. Happiness bubbled within his chest from her touch, her closeness, and it was as if he'd always been with her, as if he always should be.

The deep blue of her eyes drew him deeper, closer, until he had no desire to move. If he were honest with himself, he hadn't believed he'd have the chance to hold her in his arms after his behavior. When she didn't seem inclined to pull away, he gripped her waist, looked again into her eyes and gently lowered his mouth to hers.

Her lips were velvety soft and enticed him, spurred him to further exploration. Settling her more firmly in his arms, he teased her mouth with his tongue, ran its tip along their seam until they opened from his insistence. Bethany made a tiny sound of pleasure and tightened her grip around his neck. That little mew nearly drove all reason from his mind and he deepened the kiss, as if he'd been there before, but every second he embraced her was new and exciting. For every stroke and thrust of his tongue, she mimicked the actions until he broke their connection out of necessity and stepped away before his erection could strain against her stomach.

One more kiss and he'd be compelled to go much farther.

To give up everything. Even now, his ears tingled, a sure sign they would resume their normal shape if he lost control.

He wanted to lose control. It had been a long time.

He held her at arm's length as fear and elation played for dominance within him. "If everyone is as thankful for my work as you, maybe it would behoove me to let the deeds be known."

"Regardless of what you would receive, I do agree you should at least tell someone." She gave him a grin that shot prickles of need through his gut to lodge in his groin. "Why keep the secret?"

If only she knew the extent of his secret.

"I like the comfort of anonymity." If she insisted on gazing at him with that wide-eyed innocence, they would be up the stairs and tumbled in his bed before the night was over. Once that event occurred, he would not be able to keep his identity covered any longer.


How did you come up with the title?

Well, I knew the hero was a disgruntled sort of person, and the title just sort of fell into place after that.


Do you work on one project at a time or multiples?

I usually try to keep it to one project at a time. If something really jumps out at me from a different project, I might change directions, but one is enough if I want to do it right.


Is there one particular thing that you find challenging about writing?

Learning all the different nuances about the craft. I want to learn all I can as fast as I can but sometimes that’s not possible and I need to be patient LOL


Who is your favorite author?

I have many favorites in different genres. It’s difficult to pick just one.


What are you reading now?

At the moment, nothing. I’ll take up pleasure reading again after Christmas.


Are your characters a reflection on you or anyone you know?

Many times my heroines hold aspects of me. Sometimes a secondary will take on a persona of a friend. Once a heroine was modeled after one of my friends and her exploits LOL


Do you use more than one pen name? Why?

No pen name. I’m not embarrassed about anything I’ve written and if other people have issue with what I write, that’s their problem, not mine LOL

I totally agree. I don't use a pen name either. I'm very proud of my work.


How long have you been a writer?

I “wrote” my first “book” when I was 10. After that, I could always be found with a pen and paper. It has never stopped LOL


How many books have you written? How many have been published?

LOL Oh Lord. I think the published number from this year is like 21. Pop into my website to see what I’ve been up to.


Do you find love scenes difficult to write?

That depends on the book and/or the characters. Some are more difficult but in the end, it’s just another scene. Write it and move on.


Do you characters talk to you?

LOL Sometimes I dream about them. If it’s something I really need to remember, it’ll wake me up and I’ll have to write it down.


Who controls the storyline, you or your characters?

I write an outline prior to doing the whole book but it’s like a guideline and is subject to change depending on what the characters do.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Shiloh Walker guest authors' today!


Welcome to my blog and thank you for taking time out your very busy schedule to talk with me. Beg Me was released in November, why don’t you tell us a little about it?

Um… it’s kinky. Very kinky. But it’s also a romance. The heroine had a very hot love life with her husband before he was killed in an accident. A year after his death, she was raped. Since then, she’s barely been holding it together—she exists, doesn’t really live and she’s tired of it. She decides she going to take her life and her fantasies back and she turns to the one guy she knows she can trust. What she doesn’t know is that he’s had a thing for her for years. It’s not an easy story though…it’s not one that will appeal to all readers.

Who controls the storyline, you or your characters? Generally, I start it. They take over.

What draws you to write you genre and sub genre?

I like romance…always have. As to subgenre, I don’t have any particular set one—I bounce all over the place. I just get bored easily—short attention. 

Do you work on one project at a time, or multiples?

Usually 2-3 projects at a time.

Do you set timelines when you write, or write when the feeling hits you? I don’t set timelines, but I tend to be more productive in the afternoon.

How many books have you written?

Around 60 works are completed—some are novellas, some are short stories, some are full length works.

Is there a particular thing you find challenging about writing?

All of it… LOL

What is your writing day like once you start a book?

I’m always working on a book. But afternoons are generally my writing time. Mornings are for email, website stuff, online stuff, and errands. I usually stop working around 5.

Where can your readers reach you?

Through my website… http://shilohwalker.com/website or shilohwalker@gmail.com
Now for the less serious questions. If you were a supernatural creature, what would you like to be and why?

Eh, none of them. Too many weaknesses. I like who I am, like my life…I have no desire to change it.

What are you reading now?

Nalini Singh’s Archangel’s Consort and I just finished Allison Pang’s A Brush of Darkness—it was wonderful.

I read on your blog about a Marine and his unit wishing to have letters and Christmas cards sent to them. I think that is a wonderful way to thank them for putting their lives on the line so that we can celebrate Christmas and everyday in peace. We should keep that spirit going all year round. I'm sure cards, letters and care packeages are always appreciated. Would you like to share the address with us?

Sure… it’s

1stLt Joseph Mazzara USMC
1/10, Battery B
Unit 73330
FPO AE 09510-3330

That’s the addy I received from a friend who works with an SOS unit out of Ohio. Right now, that’s about all the info I have though. I can’t help with other needs they might have, other than I know they can use baby wipes. Beyond that, I don’t know if care packages or anything are needed…sorry!

Enjoy an excerpt from Beg Me

“I want to ask you for a favor,” she said, staring at him over her wine glass.

Drake told himself he could get through this—he told himself he wasn’t about to lose it, thinking about how sexy and sweet she looked in a short, flippy little tan skirt that left too much leg bare. He told himself he wasn’t all but drooling as he thought about the breasts under her close-fitting, clingy black top. He also told himself the dinner had been delicious, but he couldn’t remember what it tasted like or what he’d even eaten twenty minutes ago. Some kind of chicken. He thought. Or maybe pork. Right?

No, he was too focused on Tania, and the fact that she was sitting three feet away from him. Too focused on the fact that his cock was throbbing like a bad tooth and had been ever since she’d let him into her apartment an hour earlier.

Her words rang in his mind. She needed help—finally, though, something real, something physical he could focus on. That would really help. Maybe her car needed a tune-up, that was easy, although why she’d felt the need to cook for him just to ask for that, he didn’t know.

“Anything.” He tipped his beer bottle back, wetting his throat. Fuck it, she looked so beautiful. She was sitting so close, he could smell the scent of the lotion she’d slicked all over her skin. Good enough to eat, and that’s just what he wanted to do, too.

She grimaced and said, “Maybe you should put the beer down. Stop drinking for a minute because I don’t want you to choke when I ask.”

“Okay.” He smirked a little and leaned forward, setting the bottle on the table. “Although I don’t know what you could ask that would surprise me that much, Tania.”

“Five years ago.”

Okay—maybe I was wrong. She can surprise me.

Drake grabbed the bottle. “I think I need the beer,” he muttered.

She smiled. “Five years ago,” she said again. “You know what I like.”

He shifted his gaze to her, all too aware of just how little distance separated them, all too aware of that short, flippy skirt, of the sweet scent of her skin…and just how acutely he remembered things from five years ago.

“Do you remember?” she asked, her voice low and quiet.

“Yes.” How could he forget that?


No Longer Mine is due out February 1, 2011, what can you tell us about it?

It’s the print release of my ebook that came out from Samhain. This is actually a re-issue, and one of my older books. It’s the first romance I’d written. Not sure what else to say… it’s a reunited lovers sort of story and people either tend to love this book or hate it… lol

Thank you for joining us today Shiloh. It's been a pleasure!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Guest Author Lex Valentine




One lucky reader who comments on this blog today will win a FREE copy of Unbreak Me!

Welcome to the blog and thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule to talk with me. Let’s start with your latest release. Why don’t you tell us a little bit about it.


I’ve had three releases in November-December with one more coming for Christmas. My November releases were Rock My World, a contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave and Honorable Silence, a gay military DADT anthology from MLR Press that features my novella Afterburner. In December I have a Christmas story coming that is part of my Christmas Cowboy’s series. Christmas Wishes takes you back to Forbes Ranch for another Christmas match up. And my newest release is Unbreak Me, part of the Spellbound Treasure series at Pink Petal Books. Unbreak Me is a futuristic erotic romance featuring two magic wielding warriors who were torn apart and betrayed by the ambitions of others. The heroine is scarred both physically and emotionally from being imprisoned and her lover, returned from the dead, is determined to find those responsible. He wants their life back but in order to do that he must find the conspirators and bring them to justice. Only then can he unbreak the heart and soul of the woman he never stopped loving.

What do you do to get in the mood to write?

I listen to music and sometimes I read passages from my favorite books.

How long does it usually take you to write a book?

It depends on the length of what I’m writing and external factors such as my job and my family. Sometimes my job and family take up a lot of my time. Other times I have lots of time to write. Mostly, I write on the weekends because my job is demanding so I come home tired and wrung out.

Do your characters talk to you?

Often. Usually. LOL Some are more talkative than others, but in general, yeah they speak to me.

Who controls the storyline, you or your characters?

Both. I have a plot and I rarely deviate from it. However, the plot is more like a map with mile markers on it. I have specific scenes and specific events that have to happen in a story. Between those mile markers I let the characters control the action.

What is your writing day like once you start a book?

I’m usually a fiend when I first start a project. I stay hunkered down in my writer cave all weekend and rarely come up for air. It’s not unheard of for me to turn out 6K to 10K in a day when I’m driven. Unfortunately, I do have a full-time job so my opportunities to just sit and write for hours on end are limited.

Do you promo your books when you’re writing a new book, or dedicate your time solely to writing?

I go through spates of being a promo whore. I promo all the time to a certain extent. I blog regularly and those posts are often related to books that are already out or are coming out as well as the craft of writing and rambles about my life. I rarely if ever just spend all my time writing. I just don’t have the ability to live that kind of life. I’m the breadwinner in our family so my “EDJ” always comes first. I usually pop off some loop promo a few mornings a week, either blog related or release related. I do that before I leave for work. After work I wade through hundreds of email and a couple of nights a week I do a little writing. I wish I could be more disciplined and write 1K a day but some days I’m just too tired and need to veg in the recliner and watch sports on TV with my husband.

How many books do you write in a year?

That varies. In 2009 I had 15 releases from short stories to full length novels. This year, by December 31, I will have had 8. And I have one due out on January 24, 2011. I’ve had a lot less time to write this year just because that’s the way life has been.

Are you working on another book?

Always. It never stops. I have a lot of pending projects.

Do you work on one project at a time or multiples?

Always multiples. Currently I have four in active progress, but I’ve stopped working on everything except my Christmas story which I’m very, very late with.

Is there one particular thing that you find challenging about writing?

Finding the time to do it. LOL Keeping my momentum when I’m tired. Trying to stay fresh and not be trite.

Where can your readers reach you?

My official website is at lexvalentine.com and I have an author blog there where I do reviews, talk about the craft, and talk about my books. I also have a personal blog at sunlightsucks.com. I’ve had that blog since before I was published and I usually talk about personal stuff there although I do have a Wednesday feature where I invite authors and others to guest blog about vampires. Every Monday I post a Marcus (photo of Marcus Schenkenberg) and talk about my life. I also have a new fan forum at fivedarkrealms.com/forum. Fans can find me on Facebook where I have an author page as well as a personal account. I’m also on Twitter with both my pen name and my original long standing Twitter account winterheart. And you’ll find all my artwork (covers, websites, etc) at winterheart.com.

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

Here’s a taste of Unbreak Me, my futuristic erotic romance.

Unbreak Me – Spellbound Treasures series
Pink Petal Books
M/F erotic futuristic romance
Novella
Release date: December 2, 2010

BUY LINK

Blurb:
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Two magic wielding warriors (M/F) are torn apart by betrayal, imprisonment, and torture. When a magical heart that formerly belonged to them comes up on the auction block, both fight to win it. Major Marcus (Ren) Renniger was betrayed on a mission and became a POW. Captain Tait Boland was told Ren had died. Unable to believe it, she set out to find the truth and exact revenge on the man who stole Ren from her. Her revenge comes at the cost of her freedom and her spirit.
Six years later, Ren and Tait have both escaped imprisonment. When they meet at Spellbound Treasure because of the heart, their passions explode. For Tait, knowing that her lover is alive fills her with bittersweet elation. Broken in body and spirit, she knows she has nothing left to give him. Seeing Tait so changed strikes fear in Ren’s heart. He sets out to unravel the mystery surrounding his capture and Tait’s imprisonment. To give her back her future and regain their life together, Ren must figure out how to unbreak Tait’s heart, soul, and spirit.

Excerpt:

Tait stepped through the portal into Crossroads. Her power, the magic that she’d been born with, that permeated every iota of her flesh and spirit, went null. She’d known it would happen, but it still made her feel strange and a little nauseous. She’d voluntarily powered down in the past, turning off her magical energy, and she’d also had her power taken from her by force, but this didn’t even come close to either of those sensations. When she voluntarily turned off her magical power, she still knew she could call upon it if needed. When her power had been forcibly locked within her, denied release, she’d still known it was there. Here in this no-man’s land where human magic did not work, her power was simply gone. She had nothing left but non-magical skills which made her feel every inch the vulnerable human. She knew full well that non-human, immortal creatures such as angels, demons, and the fae, did not become null in Crossroads. However, their powers were shielded for the protection of the inhabitants of the realm; therefore, they couldn’t use them.
Luckily, she’d once been the best of the best at fighting without magic. It had been one of her most prized skills, and Tait hoped like hell she hadn’t lost much of her edge over the past six years. Walking the hard packed dirt of Crossroads wrapped in a cloak filled with weapons wasn’t the smartest thing she had ever done, but she had no choice. It wasn’t as if the portal had a coat check. Not that she would have taken off the Alizar cloak anyway. Alizar women wore it so that they could keep men from fighting over their beauty. Tait wore it to keep people from cringing.
She strode toward the group of buildings that seemed to be the only thing Crossroads had to offer. The biggest building had a sign with gilded letters on the front. Spellbound Treasure. Of all the realms in the universe, no other place dealt with the buying and selling of objects infused with magic. It took great skill to deal with cursed objects, and even enchanted items could be troublesome to handle, yet the enigmatic staff of Spellbound Treasure did it regularly and without issue.
Staring up at the building, Tait began to tremble. Six years ago, the tremors had begun, manifesting while she’d been under extreme duress. Although her situation had improved greatly in the past three years, she’d been unable to stop the shaking that wracked her body at the slightest sign of stress. She figured one day the trembling would get her killed. After all, an assassin whose hands shook while holding a gun or sword had to compensate for that flaw and the extra seconds it took to steady the weapon gave her opponent the advantage.
Inside the building, the object she’d come for called to her. Her body hummed like a tuning fork despite the fact that her magic – and all magic – had no power in Crossroads. Still, the heartstone drew her like metal shavings to a magnet. Her heart thundered, her breath quickened, and painful memories wrapped around her, clouding her perceptions and numbing her to everything but the heartstone—and her memories of a happy past.
Tait pulled the cloak tighter around her. She adjusted the mesh veil portion of the hood so it obscured the lower half of her face. Burrowing deeper into the hood cast her face in shadow. She knew the hood and veil made it difficult for anyone to see her features clearly, but that was the whole point of the cloak. Anonymity.
Silence enveloped her when she stepped into Spellbound Treasure. The eerie quiet set off alarms inside her head. Her back burned; someone watched her from a hidden spot. A door opened and a tall man entered, a rueful smile on his handsome face. Tait’s nose twitched as she caught his scent. Her well-trained sense of smell sent up the alarm. Demon!
The man’s brows rose as if he could hear her thoughts. “Can I help you?” he asked politely.
Tait would wager a commission that he knew exactly why she was there. “Etienne told me to come. She said the man who won the heartstone auction would be picking it up today. She said I could speak to him about offering more money for it,” Tait replied, her voice gruff.
It went against her instincts to come to Crossroads, begging for the chance to buy the heartstone from the anonymous man who’d outbid her for it online. But she needed the stone almost more than she needed her next breath. Now that she stood inside the building where it resided, she could hear it humming, singing to her soul. Her eyes closed for a moment as pain lashed her sharply.
“Are you alright?”
The tall man’s cool voice pulled her from the raw ache that threatened to consume her. She shuddered, the movement hidden within the voluminous folds of the cloak.
“You know, weapons aren’t allowed in Crossroads,” he told her in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Then you should have a gun check at the portal,” Tait hissed. The fact that she’d expressed her momentary annoyance proved that her control had already unraveled to the dangerous point. She needed to complete this transaction soon, before she fell apart in front the proprietor.
The man eyed her thoughtfully, refusing to rise to her bait. He gestured toward a chair in the corner. “You’re welcome to sit and wait. Can I get you anything? A glass of water? A cup of coffee?”
She shook her head. “No. Nothing.”
The chair he’d pointed to had mismatched legs but looked comfortable nonetheless. She sat down, her eyes shifting to survey the room automatically, checking for other entrances and exits. After three years of searching for her heartstone, she’d found it at one of Spellbound Treasure’s online auctions. The moment she’d seen its photo, the stasis she’d lived in for six years had cracked open. She needed the stone. Her body ached to hold it in her hand, and let its magic, and the emotions trapped within it, heal her. Her old life might be gone, who she once was might be gone, but that stone lived on, and her heart needed it badly.
She’d bid relentlessly on the stone. She hadn’t cared how much it cost. She could afford it. Living frugally while making huge commissions for kills meant that she could pay almost anything for the heartstone. Yet, every time she’d upped her bid, someone had topped her. She outbid him, and he came back with another higher bid. For a week, they had dominated the auction, pushing the price into a zone most buyers couldn’t touch. In the end, the rat hole she lived in with its spotty electricity had lost her the heartstone. The power had gone out and her wireless connection flickered just at the ending point of the auction. Her bid had not gone through in time and the buyer named Vengeance had won.
Instantly, Tait had been on the phone to Spellbound Treasure and Etienne, the owner, had told her that Vengeance had emailed stating that he would pick up the stone in person. Etienne told Tait to arrive at the same time and bargain with the man in person. For the first time in three years, Tait had ventured beyond the confines of her own realm for something other than work.
Her trembling increased as the clock reached the appointed hour and still the buyer had not arrived. Hiding her shaking fingers within the folds of the cloak, Tait wondered what would happen if Vengeance wouldn’t budge. She had had the vague notion of following him back to his realm and taking the heart from him. She certainly had the skills to do so. In fact, once out of Crossroads, if she was close enough physically to the heart, she could just call it to her. The magic from her soul permeated the heartstone. It was as if it were a part of her, so taking it from Vengeance would be like taking candy from a baby. She could call the stone to her and magick herself away before he’d even know the stone was gone.
The sound of heavy boots on the steps outside jerked her to her feet, her hands automatically finding the weapons inside her cloak. The demon glared at her, his eyebrows pulled together in a fierce frown of warning. The door opened and for a moment, all Tait could see was the dark outline of a man filling the doorway. Behind him, stood another man.
The first man advanced into the shop without hesitation, and the door swung closed behind him as his companion waited outside. He strode across the room toward the demon, and Tait’s heart stopped for a full two seconds before it went into overdrive. Shock reverberated from her brain down into her body. Pain she’d held close to her soul for six years exploded into joy at the knowledge the man she’d thought dead still lived, and apparently thrived.
Dark hair, longer than regulation, waved to his shoulders. The cut of his uniform showed off his long legs and striking physique. Golden bars on his sleeves proclaimed his rank as Major. But Tait already knew that. She’d once known everything about Major Marcus ‘Ren’ Renniger. What she hadn’t known was that he’d survived the ambush on his unit six years ago. However, now that she knew he was alive and that he’d been the person named Vengeance who bid against her, she knew why he’d used that name.
Her hands clenched inside the folds of the cloak. The urge to melt into the shadows nearly crippled her. If not for the heartstone, she would have. She didn’t want Marcus to ever see her as she was now, but the stone called to her. She had to try to buy it from him despite the hatred he must now bear her.
Halfway to the desk where the demon stood with a velvet bag in his hands, Marcus stopped. Tait didn’t know what had clued him in as to her presence but Pythian warriors, especially those of the Elite, had skills and senses far above ordinary soldiers, and the man before her was the best of the best.
As he slowly turned to face her, she knew his awareness of her presence was personal. He didn’t just realize that someone stood there. He knew exactly who she was. Of course, the fact that they’d been lovers for five years, and comrades in arms for eight, probably gave him a heightened awareness of her despite the Alizar cloak that hid her from his hawk-like gaze.
“Are you here to finish the job?” he asked harshly.

Don't forget to to leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of Unbreak Me!

Thank you for joining us today Lex, it has been a lot of fun!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Tangled- Disney's animated film

I just wanted to put a quick two-thumbs up out here for Tangled! Disney's beautiful take on Rapunzel was very entertaining for both kids and adults! So if you're looking for a movie tonight, check out Tangled!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

We're in the Holiday spirit and want to share with you! For the next twelve days we'll be running a Christmas countdown with tons of holiday facts and a winner every day!

Where: Here at SiN, our forum, http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12363 *Facebook page, and Twitter (@liquidsilverbks)

When: Monday December 13th through Friday December 24th

What: Each day we'll post a holiday question or fact and ask that you comment or answer. Everyone who comments will be entered into a drawing for a free ebook download.

You can only enter once via SiN, FB or Twitter, so use your preference of networking with us and good luck. However, you can earn bonus entries!

Bonus: In addition to your comment at one of the three places, you can add additional entries by linking the contest/daily question to your blog/site**, sharing the contest/daily question on your FB page, and RTing the Twitter posts.

So each day, you can enter up to 4 times!

On Christmas, I'll be doing a grand prize from all entries for a $40 GC to Amazon.com.

Let the Holiday Fun begin!


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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Guest Author Amanda Steiger


Welcome to the blog and thanks for taking time to chat with us. Why don’t you tell us a little bit about Dark Geist.

Dark Geist is my latest release from Liquid Silver Books. It’s a dark, gritty, fast-paced paranormal romance about a young telepath and a five hundred year old demigod who join forces to track down a vicious serial killer. It’s also the first novel-length m/m romance I’ve published.

Here’s the blurb:


After centuries of walking among humans undetected, the Children—immortal descendants of gods and goddesses—are disappearing. Smoky Striggs wants to get to the bottom of this mystery, but even with the brains he inherited from his ancestor, Athena, he can’t turn up any clues.

Then he overhears a psychic distress call from Felix, a gentle-natured young telepath who uses his powers to locate serial killers for the government. For months, Felix has been tracking a killer named Violet Haze. As Smoky learns more, he begins to suspect that Haze is connected to the Children’s disappearances. The only way to find answers is to capture her, and for that, he’ll need Felix’s help.

Soon Smoky is falling for his new friend, who reminds him of his dead lover from another century. Same red hair, same gorgeous blue eyes, same burning desire to help those in need, no matter the cost to himself. But Smoky’s sworn off mortals. They just don’t live long enough, and when they die, the heartbreak is too much.

What inspired you to start writing?

I’ve been writing my entire life. Even when I was a little kid, I used to scribble down my story ideas in crayon. Telling stories is what I was born to do, and it’s great fun.

What gives you inspiration and draws you to this genre?

I’m inspired by lots of things, but I find that I draw a lot of inspiration from movies, TV shows and books. Seeing the fruits of other people’s creativity makes me want to be creative.

I’ve always loved the genres of fantasy, science fiction, and paranormal fiction. I like to explore worlds outside of everyday reality and ask “what if?” Almost everything I write has some element of romance in it, as well, because I love the passion and intensity of a good love story. Also, because romance is uplifting, more than any other genre. Even the darker romances leave you feeling emotionally satisfied at the end.

Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what music?

I usually write to silence, because it allows me to focus my whole mind on what I’m writing, but occasionally I find music helpful for setting a mood. Sometimes soft, melancholy piano, sometimes upbeat dance music—whatever fits the scene I’m working on.

What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?

In real life, I’m rather quiet and shy.


Where can your readers learn more about you?

My books are available from Liquid Silver Books, Changeling Press, Torquere Press, and New Concepts Publishing. I also have a blog, Beyond Reality (http://thelastvisibledog.wordpress.com/).

What are you writing now?

I’m working on a science fiction novel, and also a paranormal romance called A Stranger Inside, which involves superheroes, supervillains, and a girl who has to learn how to control the demon inside her.

Do you have an excerpt from your Dark Geist that you’d like to share?

Here’s an excerpt from Dark Geist:

Fleecy, wet gray clouds blanketed the sky, and rain shellacked the pavement. A light mist settled onto Felix’s clothes and hair. He pulled up his hood and paused at the juncture between two streets. Normally he would keep walking: the El stop was just a half-mile ahead. But for some reason, he had an urge to turn left. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed something bright and blue flitting through the air—a butterfly?—but when he turned his head, it was gone. He blinked. Trick of the light, he thought.
He resumed walking along his normal route. He needed to get home and rest his aching head…but something tugged the edge of his mind, like a hand pulling his own. The farther he walked, the harder it tugged. Felix touched his brow. He’d never felt anything like this. It wasn’t just the whisper of intuition. The word compulsion seemed more apt.
At last, giving in, he turned and followed the tugging sensation. Again, he glimpsed a luminous blue butterfly wheeling through the air. An instant later, it vanished. Frowning, he stared at the spot where it had been.
“I’m this way,” a voice said.
Felix gave a start and turned—the voice had spoken right next to his ear—but there was no one there. His pulse thrummed below his jaw. Just the thoughts of some passer-by, he told himself. Yet this voice was different from the countless others that filled his head whenever he went out; clearer, more real. Could it be? Was it him, the one who’d spoken to Felix earlier? No. No, he couldn’t allow himself to think that. Had to keep a grip…
“Don’t be afraid,” said the voice. “Come. This way.” For an instant, the words seemed to hang in the air like a wisp of smoke, then dissolved.
Felix kept walking, past an empty playground with a broken swing, past a record store with a panting sheepdog chained outside, past a little gift shop with porcelain baby dolls staring out of its window. Another butterfly flitted past his eyes. He reached out and closed his fingers around it, but it was like grasping fog. When he opened his hand, the butterfly wasn’t there.
He glimpsed it again, wheeling through the air a little farther ahead. The butterfly swooped low, drawing his gaze downward.
A lanky young man sat on a blanket on the sidewalk, dark, straight hair hanging around his face, a cigarette jutting from one corner of his mouth as he played a meandering tune on his guitar. He wore ragged jeans, the knees faded white and ripped, and a long-sleeved jacket, patched at the elbows and bleached by time to a pale gray. A battered coffee can sat in front of him, a handful of coins and a few singles on the bottom. The butterfly landed on his shoulder and vanished.
Felix opened his mouth, then shut it. What would he say? Excuse me, sir, was that your voice talking in my head? The guy would think he was crazy.
The man glanced up, plucked the cigarette from his mouth and blew a puff of smoke. He smiled, revealing a chipped front tooth. “Hi.”
Felix’s heartbeat quickened. It was that voice, he thought. The same voice that had spoken to him back in his apartment; that warm, husky tenor. Or did he just desperately want to believe it was the same? Maybe his imagination was playing tricks on him. God, he didn’t know what was real anymore. “Um…hi.” Felix bit his lower lip and glanced up at the gray sky. “It’s awfully cold,” he blurted out—mostly because he couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Are you okay in just a jacket?”
The man blew another puff of smoke into the air and placed the cigarette between his lips again. “I don’t mind this type of weather. A cold, wet day makes you appreciate warmth.”
Felix rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s true.”
The man kept plucking his guitar-strings, idly picking out a tune. Felix stood and listened. Something about the music cleared his thoughts, banished the fog from between his ears. The world seemed a shade brighter, sounds sharper and crisper. Absent-mindedly, he fished a few crumpled bills from his wallet and dropped them into the can. “What are you playing? It’s beautiful.”
The man glanced up and smiled again. He had high cheekbones, thin, dark brows and warm hazel eyes. “I’m just tuning it.”
“Oh.” Felix fidgeted, embarrassed. “Guess that shows how much I know about music.”
The musician put out the end of his cigarette between a thumb and forefinger—didn’t that hurt?—and stuffed it into his pocket. “Music isn’t meant to be understood,” he said, “it’s meant to be felt.”
Felix found himself watching the musician’s hands: long fingers, the tips shiny with calluses. A thin white scar ran across his knuckles. There was something almost hypnotic about the graceful way they waltzed across the strings.
“You like my hands?” he asked, gentle amusement in his voice.
“Huh? Oh. Sorry.” Warmth rose into Felix’s cheeks. “I didn’t mean to stare.”
The musician chuckled. “It’s okay. Want to hang around? If you have a few minutes, I’ll play you a real song. Or we could go get some coffee.”
“Coffee?”
“My treat. You look like you could use something warm to drink. And you can stare at my hands some more if you like.”
Felix’s flush grew hotter. “I wasn’t really. I was watching you play, that’s all.” I can’t hear his thoughts. The realization stunned him. He’d met people with noisy minds and people with quiet minds, but never someone whose mind was completely silent. He looked into those half-lidded eyes—tilted upward at the corners, like the eyes of a cat—and whispered, “Who are you?”
“Name’s Smoky. Smoky Striggs.”

Friday, December 10, 2010

Merry Christmas and Welcome to the Blog Tour





Welcome to the blog tour! Poke around and you'll find many interviews with some of your favorite authors and some new authors you'll just love to discover.

Just in case you lose your way, you can always click on www.booknibbles.com/bloghop to get back on track!

Along with the chance to win a copy of NIGHTWALKER, A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL on the tour, you also have an opportunity to win a $6.10 Amazon gift card (coincidentally, the price of NIGHTWALKER on www.Amazon.com) for signing up as a follower of my blog. All followers, old and new will be entered into the contest for the Amazon gift card.

There is also a second chance to win a copy of NIGHTWALKER by clicking onto www.RhondaLPrint.com and sending me a comment, question or just a hello. I will randomly choose one commentator on Monday December 13 who will win a free copy of NIGHTWALKER! Be sure to leave your e-mail address so I can send the winning entry a FREE copy.

Make sure you check in often for upcoming Guest Author Interviews including Shiloh Walker.

Why don't you start by climbing on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas! I'm sure something will pop up! I can't wait to hear what you want from this Santa!

Have a blessed holiday and I hope you enjoy this holiday season!

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Holiday Rush Blog Hop



Join me and many other talented authors for the Holiday Rush Blog Hop at www.booknibbles.com from December 11th and 12th for a chance to win a copy of Nightwalker and many more prizes!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Demonic Persuasion by Mahalia Levey


Congratulation on you book! Why don’t you tell us a little about it.

Demonic Persuasion is the first book in my trilogy Prophesies Implied. The beginning of the trilogy is the heroine Fatal returning home after a lifetime of segregation on navajo tribal lands. It's hard for her to know who to believe or where to turn after hearing web of lies about her birthright and must learn to trust the family she thought'd forsaken her while ferreting out the reason for all the lies she'd been told.

Where were you when you got your first book contract? Who did you tell?
I told anyone who would've listened! I emailed countless people and shouted it till I couldn't shout no-more :)

What genre do you write?

I write a mixture of genres and niches. I write IR Contemporary, Military Contemporary, Paranormal and Menage.

Do you publish in both print and e-book? What are the advantages?

Ebook currently, when I do both I'll post what has worked best for me in the future.

Do you have any tips for new writers?

Take the innitiative and learn all they can. To look for posts on promoting and brushing up skills. There are low cost classes and free ones frequently offered. Work on Queries and Synopsis styles. Ask for help, most authors are willing to answer questions unless they're under deadlines.

What is your guilty pleasure?

Coffee and Vanilla Zingers

Where can your readers reach you?

www.mahalialevey.com has buttons for all my sites.

www.twitter.com/hales3000

www.hales3000.multiply.com

Are you working on another book?

I'm working on Only Skin Deep a third short story following Flaws and All from Beautiful Trouble Publishing.

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share?

I'll share one from Demonic Persuasion

Trailer : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uk-977EstUM

Blurb:

Born of a Navajo healer and a high-level prince of Hell, The Dine Gods demanded Fatal be turned over to her mother's tribe to learn their healing arts and kept away from demon hands. But with her tutelage came cruel segregation and disrespect because of her father's heritage. Not knowing why her life has suddenly come under demon attack, Fatal sets out, armed with her knowledge and her fighting skills, to take out any evil that gets in her way.

As prince of a lower level of Hell, Orobus signed a contract in blood that he be betrothed to Fatal, the high prince of Hell’s half-breed daughter. Oracle by birth, he isn’t privy to complete visions with regard to himself. Having forgotten the fateful night he signed the agreement, he’s thrust into the fight of his life—the fight to claim his woman! Come Hell or high water, he will take care of what is rightfully his, even if it means making her face both sides of her heritage and teaching her there is no shame.

Tag- A woman born half Navajo, half demon, must overcome her lifetime of separation from her demon family with the help of her demon mate.

Exiled. From the only home she’d ever known. After the first set of demons came to Fatal’s tribal lands, Sani, her grandfather and the Dine God of the Navajo, ordered her to leave permanently. Head held high, she packed her few belongings and left, determined to live her life on her own terms.

New experiences would be good for her, Fatal told herself while barhopping from Broadway to Westport Road, hoping to find the perfect atmosphere. A niggling itch under her skin kept her alert for possible trouble lurking in the shadows, but the cool metal caressing the inside of her thighs reminded her protection lay within arm’s reach. She never knew when a new set of demons would pop into her life and resented the intrusion she was forced to endure.

As she ambled down the darkened streets, she moved with a sense of ease, gaining blatant glances or admiring stares. She knew she was breathtaking, however bad omens had few friends, no dates, and no boyfriends. People in her hometown hadn’t hesitated to ask her for advice, or to chant with them when it suited their needs. She lived in solitude, with the exception of her occasional visits from her grandfather Sani, and Taima her mentor. She pushed her musings aside and moved through an alleyway that broke off to the next major street.

Silence surrounded her. She turned to head south when something caught her eye. Intrigued, she meandered down a side street and came to a demonic-looking, gargoyle-protected, granite structure. An eerie blood-red sign hung above thick vault doors with the words “Demonic Persuasion” in black paint. She’d heard of the club that catered to just about anyone’s needs and decided to get in line. Reaching the final steps to the entrance of the club, Fatal flashed a smile at the doorman and waited for him to move.

"The fee’s ten bucks."

Digging in her boot, her gaze strayed to the bunched biceps peaking out of his black tee-shirt, roving over his cut physique. Slapping cash into his hand, she smiled. "Happy now?”

"I’ll be when you check your weapons, if it's even possible for you to have any hidden underneath your black corset and micro miniskirt.”

"Oh, you’d be surprised what one can hide against near-naked skin. My name’s Ackchetta, most call me Fatal." She smirked and hiked up her skirt. Buried between her thighs were two small blades. Thin metal stars she'd hidden on her hipbones slid into her palms without effort. Flashing an annoyed expression, she dropped them in his outstretched hand. "There you go. I want them back, though."

"The one behind your back too, sweet stuff."

His droll expression did nothing to alleviate the feeling of nakedness without her weaponry. "Aren't you going to be polite and tell me your name?"

“No.”

Anger set in. She smoothed her hands over her short skirt and adjusted her scant top. Her hackles rose when he spun her around and tapped the slender blade. “No one said you could touch!” She let out a growl and removed the extra-slim blade hidden under her corset top.

"My club, my rules. No fighting, no weapons, and no magic, if--you know any."

"Since you’re scared of a small thing like me, I think I can behave myself for a few hours.”

He sent a dazzling smile her way and then turned to a young woman. Dropping her weapons into an outstretched hand, he whispered into the sleek brunette woman’s ear.

Fatal narrowed her eyes. "It's rude to whisper."

"Follow Marzena, she'll take you to the weaponry hold and issue you a ticket."

“I still didn’t catch your name.”

“I know.”

Rude and hot. About to turn away, her breath hitched when the shimmering tattoos sprang to life on his skin. From head to toe he was a sight to behold. Long black hair touched his shoulders. His blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. Thick muscles bunched with every movement. Long legs encased in black trousers, muscular thighs brought a silent moan of want to her lips. She’d never wanted like this. She stole a look at his goatee and wondered how it’d feel scraping across her face, his breath on her mouth before he kissed her with the same intensity he stared at her with. She’d do anything to feel those lips on hers, to touch the once-broken, too-many-times-healed nose.

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Thursday, December 2, 2010

Guest Author Marisa Chenery


Thanks for taking time away from writing to chat with us. Why don’t you tell us a little bit about Leif's Surrender.

Leif’s Surrender is the third book in my Roxie’s Protectors werewolf series at Liquid Silver Books. Leif is one of the Protectors of the foretold one, the one who rules over all the werewolf pack. He’s also the Protector who said he never wanted a mate and was quite happy being on his own. Of course that wasn’t going to happen.

What inspired you to start writing?

I read my first historical romance novel and became hooked on them. I had tried my hand at writing when I was 16, but never finished anything. It wasn’t until my third son came along and I was addicted to reading romances that I decided to try to write one of my own. That was Lady Knight, which is now published at Siren Publishing.

You write vampire, werewolve, shapeshifting, historical, fantasy and you even have a teen book out. What draws you to these genres?

I basically write what I love to read. I started off loving historicals and slowly made the shift to reading mostly paranormals. It wasn’t until I got hooked on reading the Twilight series that I thought about writing a Young Adult book.

Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what music?

Yes, I listen to music when I write. I listen to movie scores, just music. If there is any singing, I’ll get distracted and stop writing.

Where can your readers learn more about you?

Readers can learn more about my books at www.marisachenery.com. I have all my books listed there in reading order along with excerpts. I also have all my coming soon books listed on the home page.

What are you writing now?

I’m writing the fifth book in my Ra’s Chosen vampire series that is out at Ellora’s Cave. It’s called Reincarnated Hunger.

Do you have an excerpt from your book that you’d like to share?

Sure do. This excerpt is taken from the second chapter of Leif’s Surrender.

Finishing his coffee, he put down the mug on the counter and went over to the fridge. He was in the mood for something to eat. He opened the fridge door, but didn’t see anything that appealed to him. Opening the freezer, he spotted the ice cream he’d bought the day before. He reached in and took out the carton of vanilla.
He took it over to the kitchen table and opened it. Roxie had already been into it since a quarter of it was gone. Having a hankering for some, Leif grabbed a big spoon out of the drawer. Usually not much of an ice cream eater, this one went down pretty good, creamy vanilla with just enough sweetness. Before he knew it, he’d eaten well over half the container of ice cream. There was nothing left but a few scrapings on the sides and the bottom.
“Oh, shit,” he said in a murmur.
Roxie was going to kill him. Wanting to hide what he’d done, Leif dropped the spoon inside the carton, closed it and hurriedly put it back in the freezer. What to do, what to do. He knew. He’d have to go to the grocery store and buy another one before Roxie found out. Yeah, that’s what he’d do.
Leif left the kitchen and planned to go upstairs and tell Kye where he was going when he saw Roxie coming down the stairs. She of course headed straight for the kitchen. He closed his eyes and waited.
Sure enough, he heard Roxie yell, “Hey! Who the hell ate all the vanilla ice cream? And who leaves a spoon in it?”
Deciding it was better to make a getaway now, Leif ran out of the mansion without telling Kye anything before Roxie came out of the kitchen. He was in his car and on the road to the store in less than a minute.
Arriving at the grocery store, all his senses started to come alive. Like a piece of metal drawn to a magnet, he headed inside. He sniffed the air, trying to single out one particular scent mixed in with the many. His mate’s scent was there, but weak. Realizing what he was doing, Leif gritted his teeth and forced himself to walk to the freezer section. He was not here to search out his would-be mate. He would not try to find her. He would make his purchase and get the hell out of there without seeing her.
But in thinking that, he ended up doing the opposite. After he grabbed a carton of vanilla ice cream, he went unerringly to the end of the line where his mate’s scent was the strongest. She was once again working the cash register for the express checkout.
The closer he moved toward her the more her scent washed over him. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against the zipper of his jeans. The need to touch and taste every inch of the woman who had no idea what she meant to him just about overpowered Leif. The wolf inside him threw back its head with a howl of longing.
His body shook when it was finally his turn to pay. He tried to not look at her, but after he handed her his money, his gaze lifted to her face. She gave him a tentative smile, as if unsure of herself or what his reaction might be.
That small, sweet smile was just too much. With a groan, Leif leaned over the counter that separated them, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his. He hungrily kissed her, pushing his tongue inside her mouth to get his first taste of her. At first, her lips remained stiff and unyielding, but after he stroked her tongue, twining it with his, she started to kiss him back.
At the sound of loud whistles and cat calls, Leif jerked back to reality and to what he was doing. He abruptly released her and jumped back. His chest heaving as if he’d run a great distance, he looked at her. She stood there staring at him, her glasses slightly askew, looking dazed. The scent of her arousal filled his nose. He had to fight the growl that threatened to push past his lips.
Snatching up the ice cream, he dropped his gaze to her chest to look at the name tag pinned to her shirt. He only took the time to read it before he hurriedly walked away. With the taste of Jaden still on his tongue, Leif forced himself not to turn back and drag his mate away with him. He had one taste of her. It had to be enough.

Thanks for joining us today Marisa!