RSS

Monthly Archives: March 2014

Thursday Thread with Author Brenda Stinnett!

Today’s featured author is Brenda Stinnett, who has written the novel, The King’s Vampire.

unnamed

Historical Paranormal set in London, England, after the Restoration of Charles II.

Heat Scale : Sizzling (This book does contain some scenes with descriptive sexual content.)

Blurb:

Darius Einhard, demon slayer, will stop at nothing to help Elizabeth Curran, immortal vampire, break the bonds of vampirism, even while helping her protect Charles Stuart II, who’s in danger of being entrapped into becoming an immortal vampire and leading his people into the abyss of hell by the psychic vampire demons.

Excerpt:

A heavy mist swirled from the cold river, and the melancholy sound of the horns of ships and the mournful cry of gulls drifted into the room. A huge, black raven landed on the windowsill, a messenger who had come, but too late to be of use to Charles.

The priest pulled up a small Venetian table inlaid in gold, and covered it with a snowy white linen cloth before placing a silver candlestick on it. The crisp, cold sea breeze blew in from the Thames, causing the candle to flicker. He placed a jeweled rosary between Charles’s long fingers. Then put a bottle of holy water, a silver salver of oil, and a silver-plated bowl on the table next to a well-worn wooden crucifix.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Charles said. “I loved many women and committed much adultery, but the one woman I truly loved was my darling Elizabeth. Never would I have taken another woman if she were mine. The story I beg you to share with others is not my story, but rather hers, for she was the king’s own vampire.”

The priest paled and stroked Charles’s cheek. “There, Your Majesty, you are feverish. Don’t speak of this thing right now.”

Charles drew in a painful breath. He had to make the priest understand before he grew any weaker. “My Nelly told me the parts of the story I didn’t already know, and as for the rest, well, I was there. It’s a story that may frighten you, but it’s a warning to all–because it could happen again.”

Buy link:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/12HHQ7e

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorBrendaStinnett

Web Page: http://brendastinnett.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/brendastinnett

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on March 27, 2014 in Thursday Thread

 

Thursday Thread with Author Maggie Mundy!

Today’s featured author is Maggie Mundy, who has written the novel, Hidden Mortality.

HiddenMortality_highres_550

Title: Hidden Mortality by Maggie Mundy
Genre: Paranormal romance
Heat level: Sensual

Cara kept searching but couldn’t find the book she wanted. The assistant at the empty counter smiled politely as she approached.
“I’m looking for a book called Immortality and Witchcraft, Fact or Fiction,” Cara said.
The woman typed the title into her computer. As Cara waited, someone walked up to the other counter beside her. She turned to look. Her world stopped as she met the slate grey gaze of the man staring straight at her. This wasn’t possible. He couldn’t exist. He was just a dream lover. Yet there he was, standing next to her as big as life.
She tried to smile, but it probably came out as more of a grin. He didn’t smile back. Her legs turned to jelly. If she didn’t breathe, she would pass out. She reached out and gripped the counter. One of them had to look away but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Someone was talking to her and the moment was broken.
“Excuse me.”

“Sorry.” Cara replied, as she forced herself to look at the salesperson. She was afraid if she glanced back, he would be gone. Her imagination must be playing tricks on her.
“It looks like we should have one copy left,” the woman said.
“I think I’m just about to sell it,” the other shop assistant said coming up to the register. “We could order it in for you. It might take a couple of weeks.”
“Please, take my copy.” The man at the other counter held out the book. His voice was deep, exactly as it was in her dreams. She was caught again in his gaze. The world disappeared and for a moment they were the only two people alive locked in the gaze they shared. Her hand went to her chest. She could feel her heart racing at the thought of him being near.
“Thank you, but no I couldn’t. You had the book first.”
“Please, take it. I have plenty of time to wait for another copy to come in.”
She found it hard to say no. Perhaps, it was the fact he was about six three and wore grey bike leathers. They added to the effect of making him look powerful. The shaved head and the stubble on his face gave a menacing look, but she wasn’t afraid of him. This wasn’t right. Her life was wild enough without dream lovers becoming real.
Plus, she wouldn’t want her other dreams to become real as well. She needed to say something, or he would think she was an idiot standing there with her mouth gaping. He held the book out to her. As she took it, her hand touched his. It was such a tiny touch and yet it meant he was real. She felt the heat rising up her neck as she blushed. She also sensed another heat inside her. It was the same way he had made her feel in her dreams.
“Thanks.” Cara paid for her book and listened as he confirmed his contact details. Seth Scanlon. She had a name. She wasn’t really stalking. Taking another book off a shelf, she flipped through the pages. He glanced her way before he left and caught her gaze once more.
She couldn’t fool herself. The look he gave her was so intense she felt he was seeing inside her soul. Her breath caught. She shivered although the shop was warm. For a split second, she considered following him and saying he must remember all the times they had made love.
She could just imagine the expression he would give her. He didn’t know her. She was a stranger. The shop became suffocating as she pulled at the collar of her jumper. She needed to be outside. There was no sign of him on the street. For a moment, she wanted to cry. At this rate, she would give the silly schoolgirls in the shop a run for their money.


http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5428101.Maggie_Mundy?from_search=true
https://twitter.com/MundyMaggie
http://www.maggiemundy.com
https://www.facebook.com/MaggieMundyAuthor
Buy link http://tinyurl.com/lsu98dvExcerpt Hidden Mortality

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on March 20, 2014 in Thursday Thread

 

The Art of Language

xpic5383

Language. It is our most fundamental method of communication. We use it endlessly and seamlessly throughout the day, everyday, expressing our wants, our needs, and our desires. Language is needed for our survival and language barriers can create difficulties when a person is trying to express even the most basic of information. Without language connecting us to the outside world, we would be alone, strangers.

While there are many forms of language and all are important, for a writer, the three most basic forms, body, dialogue, and narrative, are essential to telling one’s story. It is often said that a writer must learn to write in all five senses in order to paint a literary picture for the reader. This is easier said than done. The most fluid manuscript, with the words and images conveyed flowing across the pages like a literary masterpiece, takes much effort.

Although language is a basic tool learned at a very young age, the art of language takes decades to master and like any muscle, constant use to maintain. The next time you’re reading something, be it an article, blog, novel, or short story, take time to appreciate the author’s artwork. A well-written work, like fine wine, deserves to be savored.

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on March 17, 2014 in Reflections

 

Tags: , ,

Thursday Thread with Author Larynn Ford!

Today’s featured author is Larynn Ford, who has written the novel, In My Wildest Dreams.

InMyWildestDreams_850b

Title: In My Wildest Dreams
Genre: Light Paranormal
Heat Level: Sensual

Blurb:

When she becomes the victim of several life-threatening incidents all in one week, it seems fate is out to put an end to Lynzi Lancaster. Her close calls with death trigger a series of dreams about a magical place and a certain man who broke her heart twenty years ago, Layne Brady. Could her life get any stranger?
When the star of her dreams announces in person that he had faked his death for twenty years in order to protect her, oh, and that he’s not actually human, the fireworks begin. Does she believe his extraordinary story of another world, the magical world of the Fae? Do fairies really exist? Should she trust her heart? Could her dreams come true?

Excerpt:

The feeling of being watched washed over me. I checked over my shoulder to make sure of the gate’s location in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I ran my gaze over the house and froze when I made eye contact with the person standing on the deck . . . Layne.
I didn’t move. He didn’t move. What do I do now? What if he tells me to get lost? Well, then at least I will have heard it straight from the horses’ mouth, so to speak. I took a deep breath, put one foot in front of the other and headed toward the house.
Layne had made his way across the deck and down the steps. Our gazes still locked on each other, we stopped about three feet apart.
I had no idea what to say. My bottom lip quivered and it was difficult to breathe.
Slowly, Layne opened his arms and I knew of no other place in existence for me to be at the moment. We stepped together. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, his right hand cupped my head, and pressed my face into his chest like he always had, before.
“Layne . . .” I exhaled into his chest.
“I’m here. I just knew you’d find me, my brave girl.” He gently stroked my hair as he rocked us in a comforting rhythm.
“I thought you were gone forever.” Trembling, I leaned into his embrace.
“No, I’m here. Just let me hold you. I need to hold you,” he said. “It’s been so long . . . so long. Lynzi, I have missed you so much.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and clinched both hands into fists full of his shirt, intent to hold on for dear life. Determined I would not let him slip away again. I had to hold on. Hold on tight, even if only in a dream.
We stood clinging to each other as the sun faded behind the horizon and dusk settled around us.
My eyes blinked open. I was alone in my bed, my mind filled memories from my dream. A hint of rose fragrance hung around me. Was I losing my mind?

Visit Larynn at these links:

http://www.larynnford.com/
https://www.facebook.com/larynnfordauthor
https://twitter.com/LarynnFord
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7059178.Larynn_Ford

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on March 13, 2014 in Thursday Thread

 

Thursday Thread with Author J.R. Richardson!

Today’s featured author is J.R. Richardson, who has written the novel, Cursed be the Wicked.

Cursed be the Wicked final

Cursed be the Wicked, by J.R.Richardson
Genre – Paranormal Mystery Romance
Heat Level – Sensual
Release Date: March 5, 2014


Blurb:

Cooper Shaw lives his life under a pen name and enjoys the anonymity it provides during his journeys across the globe as a seasoned writer for a travel magazine. When his job lands him in his hometown of Salem, Massachusetts to cover the famous Festival of the Dead, he soon realizes that he can’t stay invisible forever as he faces ghosts from a past he’s been trying to forget ever since he left.
The city holds nothing but bad memories for Coop until he meets a quirky young woman with an old soul and curious insights by the name of Finnley Pierce. While she acts as his tour guide through a town he thought he knew, Finn helps him unearth the truth of his childhood and might even begin to open up his heart.
By unraveling the mystery of his father’s murder, Coop may finally accept who he is, where he came from, and perhaps even realize what he wants for his future.

Excerpt:

“I came by Geneva’s to see you this morning,” I tell her. She slides her hands inside my jacket, around my waist. She holds us together tighter.
“You did?” There’s a smile in her voice. I grin but she can’t see it.
“I’ve gotten used to starting my days out with you in them.”
“You have?” She leans back to look at me. She’s stunned although I have no idea why. I’ve been so transparent even a bat could see through me the past few days.
“Yeah,” I tell her, “I have.” I brush the hair out of her face. Even through the rainfall I can see the blush in her cheeks. This is the most vulnerable I’ve seen Finn since Geneva’s, when she thanked me for handling Dan.
“Most people don’t like the way I’m so pushy sometimes,” she says. “They find it offensive. Some might even say I’ve got a smart mouth. Too smart for my own good, blah blah blah.”
She trails off at the end there and I laugh at the way she thinks I’m buying that none of it bothers her.
“Come to think of it, you did say something I found offensive yesterday,” I tell her half serious. She looks hurt but I can’t stop the smirk from spreading across my face as I back her up against the nearest tree.
She’s caught off guard by the move, I can hear it in the way her breath hitches. “What was that?”
She tries to recover but she fails.
“I believe the term you used was friends,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes. Her lips part, just barely. She swallows something down then clears her throat.
“Isn’t that what we are?”
I move my head from side to side. “I don’t think so, Finn.”

Trailer:


Direct Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7UnPtcBVfg

Rafflecopter Giveaway from 3/5 – 3/21:
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ISBVAJI

About the author:

A writer of stories and lover of life.
Jo grew up in Maryland with four siblings, three parents and an endless number of cousins within the vicinity. Today she lives in Florida with her two girls and a husband that shares her same sense of humor and basic take on life as we know it.

Life is too short to put dreams on the back burner.

She’s always loved writing, and always enjoys a good mystery, so in 2012, Jo wrote a novel that was picked up by the good people at Soul Mate Publishing.

Where you can find Jo:
Website: http://jrrichardsonfics.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JRRichardsonAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JoFictionFreak
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/JRRichardson

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on March 6, 2014 in Thursday Thread

 

Spotlight On…Lauren Linwood’s A Game of Chance

Today I’m interviewing fellow Soul Mate Publishing author, Lauren Linwood, about her new novel, A Game of Chance.

A Game of Chance - smaller version

Q: How long have you been writing?

A: This may sound odd, but I was writing before I could write! I believe writing is all about telling stories, and I did that from a young age—before I even knew how to read—much less capture a story on paper. I had a ton of stuffed animals and dolls, and I would make up stories for them to “act” out. Those earliest memories of storytelling are the beginnings of my creating characters and plots.

I did write a novel while in college and banished it to the top shelf in my closet because I didn’t feel I was ready to share it with anyone. Then a few years ago, I found a few other talented ladies that had a passion for writing. We formed a critique group, and I got serious about my writing and wanting to sell.

Q: Tell us about your road to publication.

A: I attended the Lone Star Conference in Houston in October of 2012 and landed an appointment with Soul Mate Publishing’s founder and editor-in-chief, Debby Gilbert. I had ten minutes to sell her on my story, a medieval historical romance. She asked to see the entire manuscript, which I emailed her the very next morning. Two weeks later, she offered me my first publishing contract for Music For My Soul. It came out in 2013, along with my western historical romance, Outlaw Muse. In 2014, I’ve just released A Game of Chance, and Written in the Cards will come out in May.

Q: What advice would you give an aspiring author?

A: First and foremost? Read a lot—different authors and different genres—and write as much as you possibly can. Writing is like a muscle that needs lots of exercise. The more you use it, the more comfortable you’ll become with it, and the more you’ll enjoy writing.

I’d also recommend attending writing workshops or conferences so that you can learn as much as possible about your craft. And for me, I needed the feedback of a critique group which meets regularly. I was always the good girl in school and did my homework. I look at going to critique group in the same way—I want to bring my best effort to the table each time we meet and not show up unprepared. I also learn so much from reading my partners’ writing.

Q: Tell us about your latest release.

A: I’ve always had fond memories of visiting San Francisco and decided to use the city as the setting for a book. After the Civil War, San Francisco was quite a cosmopolitan town for this era, and I thought having a book take place there would make it a Western—but with a twist. I coupled that with the phrase “separated at birth,” which gets tossed about all the time. I decided to take it literally and have a young woman give birth to twin boys who are separated and raised three thousand miles apart. They have no idea the other one exists, and they’ll clash in a big way twenty-five years later.

Blurb:

Gambler Jed Stone journeys to California to track down Simon Morgan, the man responsible for his best friend’s death. Arrested for robbery and murder upon arrival, Jed is shocked to see his face on a wanted poster. He escapes before his hanging, unaware that the man guilty of those crimes is the twin brother he never knew existed. In a case of mistaken identity, Jed acquires the most famous whorehouse in San Francisco in a rigged card game his twin is meant to win.

Lily Frontiere takes over running Lucky Lil’s from her dying mother, the house madam who shielded her by sending her away to boarding school. Lily’s intelligence and astonishing resemblance to her mother help in her charade, but she’s entered a world she knows little about. She clashes with the handsome stranger who turns up with the deed to Lucky Lil’s in hand, yet she is attracted to the charming risk taker.

But Simon Morgan seeks both Lily’s hand and ownership of Lucky Lil’s—and he will go to any means to possess both. Will Jed foil his nemesis while bringing his outlaw brother to justice and win Lily’s love?

Excerpt:

“Might I recommend a certain girl to you, or are you here for a game of chance?”
The low voice came from his left. Jed turned to see a raven-haired woman with hard eyes staring up at him. She was pretty in a garish way. Heavy make-up made it impossible to discern her age. Her eyes, rimmed with thick, black eyeliner, glittered like amber. Bright red lipstick and rouge made her pale skin even paler.
“I’m Lil. What can I do for you?”
“A friend recommended the place. I’d like a woman and a room for the night.”
The madam frowned at him. “I can provide the first easily, but you’ll have to be out by three. House policy.”
He shook his head in amazement. “You’re joking.”
Lil glared daggers in return. “I never joke about business, ma cherie.”
She gestured to the Indian who’d received him. He stepped immediately to her side.
“Find Gertie.”
The man nodded and headed up the staircase.
“You’ll like Gertie. Actually, she’ll like you. She has a thing for men with intense blue eyes.” Lil sized him up. “She also likes them tall. A little cleaner than you, but I’ll send up hot water. I’m sure you’d like to freshen up after a long ride. You have just arrived in town?”
Jed fought the chill that raced through him. Lil was one wise cookie. “Hot water would be much appreciated.”
A petite blonde flew down the stairs, holding her red skirts high to show off trim ankles and more than a little of her calves. She stopped directly in front of him. “Ooh, Lil, he’s a looker, even with the grime.” She slipped her arm possessively through his. “Come on, sugar. We can think of all kinds of things to do between now and three.”
Gertie guided him up the steps. As they moved higher, Jed surveyed the open room off to the right, seeing gaming tables. Suddenly he froze.
Simon Morgan was here, in San Francisco, right at Lucky Lil’s.

Buy Link: A Game of Chance

Author Bio:

Lauren Linwood became a teacher who wrote on the side to maintain her sanity in a sea of teenage hormones. Her romances use history as a backdrop to place her characters in extraordinary circumstances, where their intense desire and yearning for one another grow into the deep, tender, treasured gift of love.

Lauren, a native Texan, lives in a Dallas suburb with her family. An avid reader, moviegoer, and sports fan, she manages stress by alternating yoga with five mile walks. She is thinking about starting a support group for Pinterest and House Hunters addicts.

Stay in touch with Lauren:
Website
Facebook
Twitter
Blog
Amazon Author Page
Goodreads Author Page

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on March 2, 2014 in Spotlight On