Monday, February 15, 2021

Author Interview- Clover by Nicole Kilpatrick #YAUrbanFantasy #UFRom #YARom #AuthorInterview


- What is your “day” job if you are not a full time author?

I work as a programme management assistant at the United Nations Headquarters in New York. 

- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

Planes, Trains, and Authorly Things

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

I feel that balancing a full-time job while writing books is a huge challenge timewise. There just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in a day for all my writing pursuits. I wish I had a magical
 device that could stop time while I write. Wouldn’t that be awesome?

- What is the best thing about being an author?

The absolute best and most fulfilling thing I’ve experienced since becoming an author is having readers tell me how much they enjoyed reading my work. Good reviews are like pixie dust for an author’s soul. If I’ve put a smile on my reader’s face, my job is done. I’m good. 

- Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it? 

I haven’t met any of my favorite authors in person. I would probably drop dead if I ever met Neil Gaiman. I have, however, had the privilege of connecting via social media and email with a few of my favorites. When Brigid Kemmerer posted an Instagram story about Clover on my release date, my heart was fit to burst. I love her work. 

- What book changed your life?

On the Road by Jack Kerouac 

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry, Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach, The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. There are so many! I could go on and on. I also really enjoyed reading the Nancy Drew books. 

- What books are currently in your to be read pile?

Lots. Ever since I’ve started writing, I feel like I have less time to read, which I really regret. I’ve made it my goal to read at least 20 books in 2021. I really want to read Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas. It’s been on my TBR pile for so long! I’m also looking forward to reading A Vow So Bold and Deadly by Brigid Kemmerer. 

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?

Print, but I do enjoy the convenience of ebooks. Most of the novels I’ve bought recently are in ebook format. I never really got into audio books, though.
 
- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

Stardust by Neil Gaiman. A beautiful, idyllic town sharing a border with an extraordinary world of spirited falling stars, flying pirates, evil witches, ghosts, and more. What could be more magical and fun than that?

Clover 
Nicole Kilpatrick

Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/ romance 
Publisher: Fire and Ice Young Adult Books
Date of Publication: December 1, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-68046-983-7
ASIN: 1680469835
Number of pages: 270 pages
Word Count: 77K
Cover Artist: Ashley Redbird Designs

Tagline: Sometimes the best of luck can be the worst of curses.

Book Description:

When a handsome leprechaun reveals himself to Clover O’Leary on her eighteenth birthday, she is faced with three hard facts. One: he is the reason for her remarkably charmed life; Two: her luck has now taken a turn for the worse. Three: her name is a curse; a malicious gift from the powerful leprechaun who named her while she was still in the womb. 

In order to get her life back and undo the evil spell, she must travel to Ireland to seek the only creature who may be able to help: the Seelie Queen. With her intriguing leprechaun in tow, Clover crosses into the Faerie Realm, where fairies and mythical creatures abound and where finding her luck may ultimately lead to finding her love.

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2nd Excerpt

“I don’t know who or what you are, and you will explain everything to me, but before any of that, I want to thank you for helping out with Momma Ruth, for what you did back there. It really means a lot to me,” Clover rushed out.

She’d practiced beforehand what she wanted to say and hoped that it came out right. She didn’t want to sound too beholden, but she was awfully grateful and wished to show her sincerity. Finn’s penetrating stare didn’t help steel her concentration, either.

“You’re welcome. I only did what you asked me to do.”

Clover rolled her eyes and seethed. “Enough with the cryptic one-liners. I need answers.”

“You’re right. Do you want to take a walk, get some coffee maybe?”

Clover hesitated.

Finn held his hands up. “I promise to behave, and I will answer all your questions and explain everything. I could use some fresh air, that’s all.”

Clover realized she hadn’t left the apartment since the events of the previous day and could use some fresh air herself. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Finn followed Clover as she stormed out of the apartment toward the elevator. Clover almost walked right smack into the elevator doors, seemingly shocked that the doors hadn’t automatically opened for her.

Finn stifled a laugh as he silently pushed the elevator button.

When the doors opened, Clover marched in without another word. Inside the car, Clover kept her eyes down, but could feel Finn beside her. She glanced up at the reflection on the door and saw a well-built guy of about six foot three, his hands in his pockets, and a small smile on his face. Next to him was a petite girl with auburn hair in a short bob cut. She looked pissed off. When they got to the ground floor, Clover was relieved not to have to stare at their images a minute longer. She walked across the lobby with Finn following closely behind.

Pete’s eyes popped when he saw Clover approaching with some stranger.

Before he could say anything, Finn clapped him on the back and clasped his hand. “How’ve you been, man? Good to see you.”

The look of bewilderment on Pete’s face made Clover laugh out loud. She waved a quick goodbye to Pete and walked out onto West 72nd Street with Finn.

“I gather you didn’t check-in at the front desk?” Clover teased.

“Yeah, invisibility has it perks.”

Finn and Clover walked downtown. For a few precious moments, Clover just immersed herself in the activity and the inherent rhythm of the city. The busy street and the everyday hubbub of New York City seemed a strange backdrop to the surreal circumstances of the past two days.

A couple of girls walking toward them. One of them paled when she saw Finn and immediately elbowed her friend. They both swooned. Clover sneaked a peek at the man walking alongside her. He certainly was swoon worthy.

Clover stopped walking and looked up at Finn. “Listen, not that I don’t enjoy this little walk, but I still have a ton of questions. Like, why do I need your help? What’s happened? How did you save Momma Ruth? Who are you really, and more importantly, what are you?”

Finn crossed his arms and bit his lip as if to stop what he was about to say. “Okay. I’m a faerie. To be more specific, a leprechaun.”


About the Author:

Nicole Kilpatrick was born and raised in the sun-kissed Philippines islands, but now works and lives in the asphalt jungle that is New York City. A lifelong lover of books, she read the Godfather when she was twelve and instantly fell in love. While she still enjoys the occasional gangster novel, she has since discovered her true passion in young adult fantasy. Mario Puzzo was quickly replaced by J.K. Rowling in this author’s heart. 

When not writing, she can be found lounging in a cabin by a river, curled up at home reading a book, or concocting recipes in her cozy kitchen in Brooklyn, where she lives with her husband. Clover is her debut novel.

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Friday, February 12, 2021

Author Interview Strange Things Await by Jamila A. Stone #LGBTQ #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy



- What is your “day” job if you are not a full time author?

I run a publishing company called Black Glory Publishing House. I consider graduate school a job as well. Lol I will finish this semester with a master’s degree in Public Administration with a concentration in Nonprofit Management.

- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

This is extremely hard to decide on. Even at just 30 years old my life has been a vast story so far. The title would be…Journey to the Promise Land. 

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Creating a connection between myself and my readers. This does deal somewhat with marketing but it’s more than that. Marketing has the end goal monetary gain and an author just so happens to sometimes make a connection with their readers. I however am talking about connection as it relates to bonds/relationships that goes beyond the book. I want to create a connection with my readers. I don’t want my readers to just have a connection to my books. That itself is difficult to accomplish. I want my readers to see a quote and know it’s from me. I want readers to do their English class papers and projects on me because I inspire them. I want readers to give anything I write a look. And lastly to be able to virtually or in person discuss various literary topics.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

Living many worlds
Able to entertain myself/never bored
Providing new worlds to people across the globe

- Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?  

I have not been so blessed yet.

- What book changed your life?

Bible
Kushiel’s Dart
The Mis-Education of the Negro 
The Autobiography of Malcolm X

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

Sounder by William H. Armstrong
Old Yeller by Fred Gipson 
Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls
Harry Potter Books by JK Rowling
Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry by Mildred D. Taylor
Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey

- What books are currently in your to be read pile?

The Book Thief by Zusak, Markus
An Unwanted Guest by Shari Lapena
Black Skin, White Masksby Frantz Fanon
Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela
Daughter of Sparta by Claire M. Andrews

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?

Print books always but more specifically paperback books. I’ve never listened to an audio book and I’ve gave ebooks a try on the computer before and would never finish. 

- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

There are so many great choices. I would pick Harry Potter because I might be a witch and having magical powers is too good to pass up. 

Strange Things Await
Virtus Academy 
Book 1
Jamila A. Stone

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Contemporary Fantasy, LGBTQ
Publisher: Black Glory Publishing House
Date of Publication: April 2019
ISBN: 978-1-7339717-6-8
ASIN: B07QN8W9YH
Number of pages: 288
Word Count: 98,270
Cover Artist: Michael Corvin

Book Description:

At Virtus Academy a boarding school for the supernatural, the students are not your average High Schoolers. They might go through some of the same social problems, these students are powerful and many dangerous. From vampires, witches, werewolves, and werecats these youngsters must learn how to navigate classes and other species who might on the outside of campus be a natural enemy.

Virtus Academy’s walls are going to be shaken up this year as they never have before. Not only do the walls have to contend with two young Sophomore witches (Natalie King and Alexandra Aurelius) who despise each other so much so they constantly wage war against the infrastructure, there’s a monster on the loose killing students.

Will these two witches who once were best friends rekindle that friendship in time to help each other through all that’s about to hit them this year? Or will they fail to unite even after a mutual friend of theirs get captured by the same monster killing students?

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CHAPTER FOUR

The night had felt better and it came from that one kiss she had shared with the dashingly handsome vampire who fought hard for her. For Nat, it capped off the beautiful night even with Hamilton humiliated and leaving with promises of getting her, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat proud of herself.

Doing her bid to avoid more drama from the other kids, she had chosen the alternate route leading to her dorm room, cutting through the almost worn off pathway just behind the rave house, heading north with the dorm house not yet in sight. It was going to be within her reach as long as she continued on her path for another ten minutes.

It was at that moment everything slowly began to feel odd. The air changed, followed by an uneasy feeling growing down her spine in form of tingling sensation which she had come to trust to mean that trouble was heading her way. It was something her mother had always asked her to watch out for; the sixth sense embedded into witches right from their time of birth.

“What now?” a rather embattled and worried Nat asked herself. She wished she had taken the normal quick route.

“Is anyone there?” Nat asked turning to her left, nothing. She clung unto her purse tightly.

The air grew colder, and fog soon began to fill her surrounding oddly.

She began to quicken her steps and managed her breathing so her hearing could remain focused and sharp enough to pick up any odd sounds. The sounds came in plenty; from leaves being rustled aggressively, to twigs being stepped on and snapped. Yet, Nat choose not to look back; she couldn’t deal with the thought of having a bunch of vampires hunting her down on Hamilton’s behest.

“Russel!” she called out softly, wondering if she should have taken his advice and allowed him to walk her to her dorm before heading to his.

All she could do was to keep her unsteady breathing pattern steady as possible, while her feet walked as fast as they could carry her.

Yet, the dorm room seemed further away the more she attempted to get closer. In fact, for the past five minutes, she had managed to walk on the same spot without realizing it until she stepped on a large trunk of wood which had almost tripped her and then she first realized she was being tailed by someone.

“Witches!” Nat sounded in fear and mumbled underneath her warm breath.

Her lungs stung and her eyes burned as the fog slowly began to clear and grant her vision of her surroundings.

“One…” Nat counted the incoming figure from her left before looking around. “No… two… three… four!”

“I don’t know what you want but I’m not going down easily!” she declared with her fists raised barely keeping them up. School grounds were supposed to be safe.

One to her left cackled in a dark laughter, while the others simply closed in without giving off any sound asides the crunching sound from the snapping twigs and dried grasses beneath their feet.

“This should be fun,” one of them mumbled.

Another cut right in, “She seemed to have a lot of spark in her earlier.”

Nat’s mind raced wildly with thoughts and her entire body grew numb as the four finally came to full view. She stared at them one at a time and felt her inside walls collapse as she struggled to figure out what exactly it was that she was dealing with.

“What are… what are you?” she stuttered, noticing the same faces staring right back at her.

The four figures were impossible to tell apart and they donned nothing different as regards to their clothes nor their faces. She had never come across such an anomaly in her life and it threatened to topple her to the ground just by the eeriness of things.

Boxing her in, one stepped closer and smiled right into her face. “What’s the matter little witch? You never seen perfect shape shifting before?”

Nat had never come across their kind before. She had indeed heard of them, but they never showed themselves out in the open a lot.

“But… but…” she stuttered.

“News flash!” another replied. “We aren’t as hidden as many would believe.”

Feeling the one to her left shove her hard to the ground, the four slowly transformed into girls of the same liking before turning into elderly men as they morphed their skin and facial features impressively, before finally settling to their initial look. It sickened her stomach and she was about to feel even more nauseated as they drew closer.

“We won’t hurt you,” one promised.

“We just want some sugar,” another joked.

Nat struggled to fight them off with punches, but they succeeded in pinning her down regardless. With her hands pinned on either side by two of the shape shifters, one stood watch and the fourth slowly began slipping his pants down, Nat forced her hands free and ripped her nails into the fourth’s face, causing him to shriek in pain as he struggled with his already fallen pants.

“You bitch!” he cried, yanked at his belt and began to wrap it around his knuckle.

Yet, she wasn’t done and upon sighting a large branch in the nearby bush, she waved her hand at it and watched it levitate but not convincing enough in the air, while her captors laughed and made a mock of her. Feeling her anger fueled, she swung hard with every intent possible within her bones and the branch struck one of them in the face immediately.

It would be the act that got them even more enraged, and most notably, the one she had struck.

Nat watched his fast swinging hand reach her face, and suddenly knock her into a barely conscious state. He still wasn’t done. He came swinging hard for the second time, but his fist didn’t connect as something seemed to hold him back against his will. A glowing light, burning brightly in the distance approached and seemed to startle the shape shifters who turned their attention to the person.

“Leave the girl alone!” a feminine voice warned.

“This isn’t any of your business bi…” one of the shape shifters had barely spoken when he started to clutch his throat with both hands.

Nat watches her assaulter choke and her savior approach in a steady walk, Nat managed to make out fuzzy images from her somewhat swollen eye from where she had been punched. They weren’t having a good time with whoever had come to her rescue. The girl bore what appeared to be fire in both hands, before ramming it hard into one which caused the others to slowly crumble to the ground in agony.

“Show your real self you coward!” the girl demanded.

The four bodies slowly began to merge into one, while the single figure coughed and slowly got to his feet with a rather enraged look on his face.

“Who do you think you are?” he asked.

Lunging forward and hammering down Nat’s savior, Nat could only attempt to crawl towards the fight to try and assist but it proved more difficult than she had imagined it would. Her spine felt stiff and her joints were unresponsive. Her rescuer seemed to be in trouble as the huge framed attacker now in his true form reached for a rock to his right and threatened to hammer it down on the girl he had pinned to the ground.

“Watch out!” Nat felt herself scream and try to warn the other girl.

Thankfully, the girl had managed to draw out a silver knife from within her boot, rammed it hard into the shape shifters’ chest which sent it squabbling backwards in a painful roar. It struggled to hold the knife as he felt it burn his hands as he continued to growl then began to burn violently from the magical knife jammed into his heart.

Nat felt her heart threaten to give way. Sweat rolled down her face immediately as she came to the realization that someone had just killed for her. Her hands trembled while her weakened frame struggled to get back into a sitting position but found it to be almost impossible. The blow to her head not only left her with impaired vision but some way left her struggling for balance.

“You shouldn’t try to overly exert yourself,” the feminine voice said before laying her hand to rest on Nat’s forehead. The voice is familiar.

Nat could hear the girl mumble words she recognized to be mild healing spells. Warmth quickly spread through her face and around the wound, causing it to close back up.

“You’re good as new,” she said, gently backing away while she held her hand out for Nat to grab hold of.

Nat opened her eyes and looked up at her savior, Alexandra, who slowly began stepping away.

“Alexandra!” another girl in a low-cut top came rushing through. “Oh my god, what happened?”

“Alexandra? Why the hell would she come to save me, she hates me,” Nat thought with a soft gasp.

Alex motioned for her friend to remain where she was, before leading Nat out from the dark woods and turning around upon getting to a more lightened clearing leading towards the dorm. Nat motioned to speak with her, but Alex obviously wasn’t interested in having a conversation. It was typical of Alex after all and after all those years, she still seemed to have a chip on her shoulder.

Nat felt rather happy to have been saved by her, though somewhat sad by the situation of things between her and the girl she used to call her best friend.

About the Author:

Jamila A Stone lives in Washington, D.C with her two dogs. Jamila is driven to tell stories without censorship and for the continued creativity in the world of literature. As an African American woman, she understands the lack of opportunity persons of color have to let their artistic creativity be seen on equal platforms, so she created her own publishing company called Black Glory Publishing House. She thinks not just of herself but of the current and future of literature namely increasing the diversity and inclusion within the literary community.

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Thursday, February 11, 2021

Author Interview- Shadow and Poison by J.B. Curry #PNR #ParanormalNoir #AuthorInterview


- What is your “day” job if you are not a full-time author?

I’m a full-time author, but I have a side gig as servant to my houseplants.

- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

17 Ways to Screw Up Your Computer

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Working through writer’s block can be tough.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

The chance to create something that the world has never read before.

- Have you ever been starstruck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it? 

I met Kresley Cole at a book signing once and was a complete fangirl goof.

- What book changed your life?

The Dark series by Christine Feehan. I loved fantasy and I loved romance, but these were the first books I ever read that really had both at once. They switched my focus from art to writing, and the rest is history.

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

The Dragonriders of Pern series, Narnia, Lord of the Rings, the Xanth books, David Eddings, basically any fantasy I could get my hands on.

- What books are currently in your to-be-read pile?

The newest Dresden Files book Battle Ground, All the Colors of Night by Jayne Ann Krentz, the graphic novel series Y the Last Man, and I’m eagerly awaiting the next Rivers of London book by Ben Aaronovich and the new Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells.

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audiobooks?

I prefer ebooks because I can read them on my phone anywhere, anytime, and because if my entire library was in print, I would have no space in my house to even sit down.

- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

Red Mars by Kim Stanley Robinson. I’d love to be a semi-immortal, neo-primitive space pioneer.

Shadow and Poison
The Dark Guard
Book 1
J.B. Curry

Genre: Paranormal Romance, hot paranormal noir
Publisher: Arcanic Media
Date of Publication: January 26 2021
ISBN: 978-1-7327900-2-5
ASIN: B08RLPVJGQ
Number of pages:472
Word Count: 112,000

Book Description:

When monsters stalk the darkness of Prohibition era Chicago, it takes a special kind of hero to kill them.

Private detective Mark Van Ryn’s supernatural power over shadow has made him an outcast his whole life. When a mutated creature starts eating Chicago’s gangsters from the inside out, Mark is the only man in the city who can hunt it down and destroy it. But a dangerous lady has a job for Mark too, one that might cost him more than his life.

Gifted perfumer Eliza Karlova needs a man. The most evil man Chicago’s got. And she needs Mark to find him for her. Because Eliza has a deadly power of her own and a family legacy she’s doomed to keep. But when forbidden passion flames up between Eliza and the angelically handsome detective, she has to decide between her destiny, and the man she loves.

War brews in the city as the Century of Progress World’s Fair draws near, and Mark and Eliza must find a way to trust each other if their love, and Chicago, are to survive.

Gritty and gripping, powerful and sexy, Shadow and Poison will have your heart racing with each kill and every searing kiss. ~ Max Watson, author of Chains of Nurture

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Shadow and Poison Excerpt 2

Eliza was trapped between Mark’s body and the wall, but strangely, there was none of the panic she might have expected from being so vulnerable. Instead, she felt . . . anticipation. She settled into the warmth of his coat and waited to see what he would do next.

His eyes on hers, he reached up to his throat. Slowly, he loosened the knot of his tie, and pulled it off in a whisper of silk. He shoved the tie in his pocket and raised his hands to his collar. He undid his top button, revealing the strong, smooth column of his throat. He slipped another button free, and another. The hollow between the graceful wings of his collarbones appeared, and the beginning swell of his chest muscles.

Her breath stuttered in her throat.

Slowly, gently, he curved his big, callused hand around hers, the one that was holding the jacket closed. He lifted it to the opening of his shirt and placed it against the firm flesh there, pressing her palm against him.

She stopped breathing altogether. It was incredible to touch another person with her bare hand like this, not to influence him with her poison, but simply to feel his skin. Warm, and smooth as silk over muscle as hard as steel. Beneath her palm, his heart beat a fast, hard rhythm.

“You see? You can touch me.”

“I’m not using my power,” she whispered.

The muscles of his chest moved as he shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

She ought to pull away. This wasn’t right, no matter how delicious it felt.

But his eyes held her captive, his white lashes half-veiling irises the color of melting ice. She stroked her fingertips over him. His chest heaved in an unsteady breath. “You like touching me, don’t you?” His voice was a velvety rasp.

“I . . .”

Slowly, he moved their clasped hands down, away from his throat, over his chest. The buttons of his shirt pressed against her palm. His flesh was like a furnace beneath the thin cloth. Slabs of muscle over heavy bone, and under that, the quiet storm of his breath and the thunder of his heart.

He pushed her hand lower, down the iron ridges of his stomach. She marveled at how strong he was. But he wasn’t using his strength against her as he gently pressed her hand against his body. She knew he would let her break away at any time.

She should. She should stop this right now. But she didn’t want to. She wanted . . . wanted . . .

Good God, what was she doing? She tore her hand away from his grip. He let her, but then he placed his palms on the wall above her shoulders and bowed his head down until his lips were only a breath away from hers. “You’re so beautiful, you drive me crazy. After you left me today, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. All I could think of was kissing you again, Eliza . . .”

“N-not here. Someone will see.”

He shook his head. “No one can see us.” The surrounding darkness rippled with his power. He was drawing the shadows around them, she realized, hiding them from prying eyes. “Kiss me,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“Not here,” she said again, trying to regain her scattered wits. Not on a filthy street in the middle of a slum.

Without a word he scooped her up in his arms. The shadow rushed through her, sweeping her up into the storm of darkness. An instant later the real world closed around her again. She blinked hard, trying to orient herself. She was high in the air on top of a building, perched on the roof. She looked down into the deep shadows below and realized that five stories down was the street she had been standing on mere seconds ago. Mark had brought them straight up the wall she had been leaning against.

His arms were still around her, steadying her. She looked up into his face. “Goodness,” she managed to say.

He grinned. “Is this more like it, angel?”

She looked out over the rooftops marching off into the night, the canyons of the streets dimly glowing. A cool wind swirled over the roof, washing away the stink of smoke and concrete with the scent of the lake. She tipped her face up to breathe it in. Through half-closed eyes she saw the crescent moon sailing high overhead, and even a few brave stars pierced the city night.

She looked back at Mark. He was as wild and beautiful as a white tiger, hair ruffled in the wind, clothes half-undone, eyes full of hunger. His hands were still wrapped around her waist, holding her safe. “Amazing,” she said. And she didn’t know if she meant the city below them, or him.

“Yeah. I like to come up on the roofs sometimes and look out over it all.”

“Master of all you survey?”

He grinned. “Something like that.” He flexed his fingers over her hips. “Is this a better place for a kiss?”

“What if I say no? What if I ask you to take me home instead?”

His smile dimmed, but his eyes stayed keen on hers. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Because I’m the boss?”

“You’re the boss.”

She smiled. Her hands stole up to his shoulders, his flesh fever hot against her palms. “What if I say I don’t want to kiss you here? Will you take me somewhere else?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Surprise me.”

His eyes sparked at her challenge. He wrapped his arms around her again and the world shifted into a chaos of shadows.

 

About the Author:

J.B. Curry is an artist and writer. She has traveled to every corner of the United States, but currently lives in beautiful New England with her family and her vast collection of houseplants.

Come visit her at https://www.jbcurry.com/

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Saturday, February 6, 2021

Cover Reveal Goddess of Everything by Paul DeBlassie III #CoverReveal



Goddess of Everything
Paul DeBlassie III

Genre: Paranormal Thriller
Publisher: Hallowed Realms Press
Date of Publication: 2.11.20 
ISBN: 978-0-578-81368-4
ASIN: B08R13FQSH
Number of pages: 199
Word Count: 57,900
Cover Artist: Aaron C. Yeagle

Tagline: Goddess of Everything is a blood-curdling tale of the affection of one mother for her son and her son's struggle for truth, freedom, and love.

Book Description:

In the mystic land of Aztlan del Norte, a realm of supernatural happenings and unexpected turns of fate, psychiatric healer Gabriél de LaTierra encounters appalling evil within the Orphanage of the Holy Innocents. Children disappear for reasons kept secret by Mother Juana de la Cruz, Superior of the Nunnery and the Orphanage.

Love for Mother Juana, Gabriél's widowed mother turned religious superior, clouds her devoted son's mind. Consuela, Gabriél's wife, confronts his wall of denial. Torn between love for mother and wife, Gabriél turns inward.

It is Consuela who propels Gabriél's discovery of the nighttime blood sacrifice of children in the desert, a centuries-old ritual that imparts immortality to Mother and her nuns. Gabriél is further enraged by Mother Juana's vengeful attack on Consuela and her kidnapping of their four-year-old son, Cuauhtémoc. But his actions will determine whether Consuela and Cuauhtémoc live or die, and the fate of Mother Juana de la Cruz.

Goddess of Everything is a blood-curdling tale of the affection of one mother for her son and her son's struggle for truth, freedom, and love.


About the Author:

Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D., is a psychologist and award-winning writer living in his native New Mexico, crafting visionary thrillers energized with trickster mischief and natural magic.

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Monday, February 1, 2021

Author Interview - Rise for Me by Kristal Dawn Harris #PNR #ParanormalRomance #AuthorInterview


- What is your “day” job if you are not a full-time author?

I worked in the hospital for over twenty years, but finally took the plunge and quit three years ago. I write full-time now.

- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

The title would be, “A Glimpse Into The Future.”

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Marketing is the hardest thing about being an author. With so many talented romance writers, it’s hard to gain traction.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

Writing is a joy in itself because I can lose myself in whatever story I’m creating. It’s a stress relieving process for me and fun.

- Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?  

I have never met my favorite author although I would love to.

- What book changed your life?

When I read Dark Prince by Christine Feehan, then learned the story behind the idea, I was moved. That first chapter stays with me. 

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

I was a hard-core Cinderella-themed junkie, she if there was anything with that theme, I read it. Once I matured a bit, I moved to Pirate/Historical romances. You know, the ones with Fabio on the cover with every color hair imaginable. My mom used to swap bags of books with her friends, and I couldn’t wait to dive into the pile. The list of authors is too numerous to name.  

- What books are currently in your to-be-read pile?

Dark Song by Christine Feehan, and I’m currently reading Rawhide: Ace in the Hole by Desiree Holt. 

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audiobooks?

I prefer print or ebooks, especially print. I like to hold the book and smell the pages.

- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

The Carpathian or Dark Series by Christine Feehan holds particular interest for me, so I’d want to live in that world. I like the entire concept of one woman for one man, that I would awaken his ability to see color with just my voice, that I would be his everything, and he would do anything for me. I’d like a Dragon Seeker Carpathian please. Plus, a little supernatural power is enticing. LOL…I’m such a sappy paranormal romantic. 

Rise for Me
Kristal Dawn Harris

Genre:  Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Date of Publication: February 1, 2021
Number of pages:   78
Word Count:   17770
Cover Artist:  Debbie Taylor, DCA Graphics

Tagline:   “I’d come back to you a thousand times.”

Book Description:  

Vampire and warlock, Roman Lee, spent centuries alone as ringmaster of the carnival. After befriending and healing a scarred, young woman, Roman realizes Mariah is his mate. He waits for her, but when she departs from his life, his torture knows no bounds. Now he's risen, unforgiving and angry, forced from his grave by the one woman who captured his heart, but will another secret and the call of his mate change everything?

The steady call of Roman's blood and the promise of peace brings Mariah Stone home to the carnival and the vampire she left behind. He ignores her until she forces him from the grave with her blood. His anger crushes her already broken spirit, but she is determined to win Roman's forgiveness and free him from their bond. Denied passion leads them down a path of magic and desire, while a devastating secret threatens eternal love.

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Excerpt 2 (PG):

Mariah stopped directly over where she knew Roman rested. Her own blood surged in her veins every time she stepped on the worn plank. She tilted her head, listening to the call of his blood and the beat of his heart. Lizzie said he wasn’t feeding as much as he should, so there was one sure way to bring Roman out of his grave. She searched the room for something sharp until her gaze landed on a small, jeweled pocketknife. She grabbed it off the table and pulled the blade out of its slot. It was dull, but it would work.

Mariah placed the small blade against her left palm, then held it over the spot where she knew Roman rested. With one downward swipe, the blade pierced her flesh, opening a one-inch gash. Blood poured from the wound and dripped onto the rough, wooden floor planks. She crouched and held her palm over the crack between the boards, making sure the blood reached Roman. With a deep breath, she gathered her courage as her blood continued to splatter in droplets between the planks. The room seemed to groan, and every trinket vibrated when she finally called to the other half of her soul in a loud, demanding voice. “Rise for me, Roman Lee.”


About the Author:

Kristal Dawn Harris is an award-winning, Rone nominated, American romance author. She has been married for 27 years and has two children. Kristal finished a degree from Miami University in Accounting Technology, but quickly realized she preferred words over numbers. She is an avid reader and, in particular, loves darker paranormal romance. Her hobbies include coin collecting, physical fitness, stained-glass art (beginner), poetry, and song writing.

Kristal primarily writes for her publisher, The Wild Rose Press, although it should be noted she has self-released several books. She writes paranormal, fantasy, erotic, as well as contemporary romance in different lengths.

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Takakush
Genus Magica
Book One
Raine Reiter

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy, Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Twanoh Press
Date of Publication: 1/25/2021
ISBN Paperback 978-1-7356850-0-7
ISBN Ebook 978-1-7356850-1-4
Number of pages: 282
Word Count: 62K
Cover Artist: Kim Dingwall

Tagline: Evil stalks the rainforest

Book Description:

When Professor Elena Lukas returns to her cozy Pacific Northwest hometown with a broken heart, she’s plunged back into the fate she tried to escape. Like her mother and grandmother before her, Elena must now dedicate her life to a powerful ancient Lithuanian goddess. Although she is prepared to live as a priestess hiding in a contemporary tourist town, she arrives to find that a series of so-called animal attacks have terrorized her forest.

With the help of a handsome detective from the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife, Elena uses her expertise in invasive and endangered species to identify that these are no normal animal attacks. The woods are stalked by a dark, mystical creature bent on ravaging the area in an attempt to quell its insatiable hunger. When her little sister goes missing, Elena realizes that the beast can only be vanquished if she is brave enough to face it in-person, embrace her identity as a high priestess, and expose her powers to the man she is growing feelings for.

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Excerpt:

Regana – Home

Regana stood between the two worlds, watching her sleeping body. When did I become so old?

The wrinkled face, spun-sugar mop, and gnarled fingers in Real-Time bore little resemblance to her divine avatar in the Penumbra. Marks of time mean nothing. She chuckled.

Lithe and nimble as a sprite, Regana kicked off from the boundary and floated through the between, sorting threads of possibility as she passed.

“Goddess of the Crossroads, why draw me here?” She waited for an answer.

Thick fibers of probability whirled and pulsed with light around her, while others faded into implausibility and blinked out.

Soon, her temper frayed. Braiding destinies and untangling misfortunes amused Regana, but her fatigued human body in Real-Time called for rest. “Show me the blasted job and let me get out,” Regana said. “Lady of thresholds, doors, and portals, your priestess readies to serve you.” Her cry echoed through the Penumbra. “What must I do?”

A scarlet rope, thick as an anaconda, whipped out of the tangle and garroted her waist. Hot, near burning, it reeked of dark magic and death.

“See.” The voice hit her like a hammer, and a kaleidoscope of images overwhelmed her mind’s eye. “Be present,” ordered her goddess.

Galahad - McCleary, WA

Across the field, wind stirred the chimes, bells, and bamboo noisemakers hanging from the eaves of the main house.

Galahad dozed in the pasture with an ancient horse blanket covering him.

Frost on the grass and pasture fence resembled snowfall. A freezing fog surged along the paddock, encircling his legs.

He woke. Something was different, unfamiliar. It wasn’t fear, it was curiosity.

With drowsy eyes, he surveyed the tree line. His nostrils flared, sampling the air. There. Hiding beneath the aroma of evergreens, a sickly-sweet stench. A predator.

The old warrior’s heart sped as he readied for a fight. At sixteen hands, he was massive and courageous. Last spring, he ran off a pack of coyotes come to snatch a newborn kid.

Galahad snorted and shook his mane. The frigid air transformed his breath into plumes of steam. He pawed the earth, kicking up divots of soil.

The wind ceased. The chimes quieted.

It struck Galahad, mounting him from behind and wrapping its limbs around Galahad’s belly. The horse arched his back as incisors sank into his neck.

Claws raked his abdomen and up his flanks, scoring slashes through the blanket into his hide. The metallic tang of his blood joined the beast’s stench.

Galahad’s hind legs kicked into his attacker’s midsection, but it only embedded its fangs deeper. Blood spurted from the wound.

The embrace tightened. He bucked, rearing and struggling for footing. The attacker threw Galahad to the ground and remounted.

The stallion screamed.

Teeth ripped flesh from Galahad’s throat, severing his jugular. His sight darkened, and his blood melted the frosted grass. Passing through and away, the horse saw the blackness clinging to his murderer.

The malignant thread released, and Regana’s vision ended. In the mundane world, her eyelids flew open, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Blood-red magic rings the waxing moon.” Her voice croaked with the remains of sleep. “MedĹľioklÄ— begins.”

About the Author:

Raine Reiter weaves together an empowered, female-centered narrative with rich descriptions of nature and an ever-present sense of mystery. Her vivid, flowing prose takes readers of dark fantasy into a world that looks and feels real, while still evoking the enticing paranormal creativity shared by authors such as Richelle Mead and Kat Richardson.

A fifth-generation Washingtonian, Raine lives in the gloomy Pacific Northwest and prowls the rainforest with her silly spaniel, Luke.

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