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May 20, 2011
Summer Reading Book Giveaway
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Product DescriptionA DEADLY CULT. AN UNBREAKABLE CURSE. THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: LEARN TO KILL . . . OR DIE.
Luck has never been on Gavyn Donatti's side. Anyone else with magic abilities inherited from a distant genie relative would have it made, but not Donatti, descendant of a cranky, shape-shifting genie named Ian. The prince of a murdered kingdom, consumed with revenge and driven by an unbreakable curse, Ian is determined to hunt down and destroy every last one of his enemies in the power-hungry snake clan—at any cost, including his life. Or Donatti's.
Obsessed by his own rage, Ian has never really taught Donatti how to use his abilities. So when a powerful cult of magic-users captures Ian's wife, the princess Akila, and then Ian himself, Donatti is left alone to take on dozens of half-djinn and their mysterious leader with designs on world domination.
Facing an impossible mission, Donatti is forced to turn to an enemy for help—one who claims to know how to unlock his true potential. Trusting a snake might be the last mistake Donatti ever makes—but if he doesn't learn to wield the power inside him, everyone will pay the ultimate price

Product DescriptionTwenty-three years ago Anna North survived a living nightmare. A madman kidnapped her, cut off her pinkie, then vanished. Today Anna lives in New Orleans, writing dark thrillers under another name. She finally feels safe.
Suddenly Anna's quiet life takes a frightening turn. Letters start to arrive from a disturbed fan. Anna is followed, her apartment broken into. Then a close friend disappears.
Anna turns to homicide detective Quentin Malone, but Malone's more concerned with the recent murders of two women in the French Quarter. But after a third victim is found—a redhead like Anna, her pinkie severed—Malone is forced to acknowledge that Anna is his link to the killer…and could be the next target.
Now Anna must face the horrifying truth—her past has caught up with her. The nightmare has begun again.

Product DescriptionPrivate investigator Vivi Angelino loves living life on the edge, but stepping into the shoes of a movie starlet to bait a serial killer isn't just a thrill . . . it's a ticket to the big time for her fledgling security firm. That is, as long as a certain risk-averse FBI agent stays out of her way-and out of her fantasies.
Assistant Special Agent in Charge Colton Lang isn't above using his well-worn rulebook to stop Vivi's latest walk on the wild side. But when they learn her client is involved in something far more insidious than bad acting, Vivi and Colt must work together despite the electrifying attraction arcing between them. For each new clue is bringing them closer to a high-profile crime with a dark and deadly truth at its core . . . and a cold, calculating murderer with nothing left to lose.

Product Description The legacy that haunts her . . .
The mystery she must solve . . .
A man who threatens to reveal her secrets . . .
and break her heart.
Burned by a failed marriage, former FBI agent Marc Rossi wants back in the investigation game with no emotional strings attached. Taking an assignment for his enterprising Angelino cousins, he heads to Northern Ireland to pry a key piece of evidence from a missing socialite-any way he can. But when the ice queen turns out to be warm, beautiful, and on a secret mission of her own, the job becomes a passionate reminder of what happens when duty and desire mix. The daughter of an infamous fugitive, Devyn Sterling has survived betrayal only to find that her mother has mysteriously disappeared. When her search uncovers secrets, lies, and threats, Devyn and Marc must trust each other when every instinct says they can't . . . and a terrorist wants to make sure they won't live to try.

Book Description:
Aleksandr made a silent promise to the Lord. God would deliver him – would deliver Russia – and he would make Russia into the country that the Almighty wanted it to be. He would be delivered from "the pestilence that walketh in darkness ... " and "the destruction that wasteth at noonday ... the terror by night..."
1825, Europe – and Russia – have been at peace for ten years. Bonaparte is long dead and the threat of invasion is no more. For Colonel Aleksei Ivanovich Danilov, life is peaceful. Not only have the French been defeated but so have the twelve monstrous creatures he once fought alongside, and then against, ten or more years ago. His duty is still to serve and to protect his tsar, Aleksandr the First, but now the enemy is human.
However the Tsar knows that he can never be at peace. Of course, he is aware of the uprising fermenting within the Russian army – among his supposedly loyal officers. No, what troubles him is something that threatens to bring damnation down upon him, his family, and his country. The Tsar has been reminded of a promise: a promise born of blood, a promise that was broken a hundred years before.
Now the one who was betrayed by the Romanovs has returned to exact revenge for what has been denied him. And for Aleksei, knowing this chills his very soul. For it seems the vile pestilence that once threatened all he believed in and all he held dear has returned, thirteen years later…
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May 19, 2011
Paranormal Pleasures Giveaway at Goodreads
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May 18, 2011
Demons With A Difference Guest Blog with Felicity Heaton

Demons with a difference
Hello everyone, my name is Felicity Heaton and I'm a paranormal romance writer and author of several series including Vampires Realm (written as F E Heaton), Vampire Venators, and the Her Angel series. I also write the Shadow and Light Trilogy and I'm here today to talk about the first book in that series.
Ascension is the story of Lealandra, a witch on the verge of her ascension, a time when her magic will mature, gaining her incredible power if she can survive the process and the dark force that is out to kill her. Her only hope is to turn to Taig, her half-demon ex-lover, for assistance in defeating the man after her and surviving her ascension, but Taig isn't about to offer up his services as a demon hunter without her paying a price she isn't sure she can afford. Taig wants one thing in exchange—he wants her.
Taig is a half-demon with some serious issues about his lineage, but that isn't why he's a demon with a difference. There's a trend at the moment for demons of all shapes and sizes to be rather handsome even when they're showing their dark side. I'm talking about vampires who don't kill or drink blood, werewolves that are cute enough to pet in their animal form, and demons who don't really get ugly in the way we were always told demons are.
I always like to write demons with a difference, and with a lot of darkness in them. It's part of their appeal if you ask me and I don't think it's something an author should shy away from. Readers and reviewers often hone in on how I can make a vampire utterly evil, a merciless killer, and yet still make them fall in love with him, or how my werewolves are vicious and beastly, yet they're so full of feeling and are beautiful creatures.
With Ascension and the Shadow and Light Trilogy, I wanted to do the same thing with demons. Taig is as handsome as they come when he's in human form, but he has good reason for wanting to keep his demonic appearance a secret from Lealandra. He's not gorgeous as a demon. He's dark, scaly, has wings like a dragon, and horns. He's so far from the pretty human skin he normally wears that he fears Lealandra could never love a monster like him. While his appearance is one hundred percent demonic, complete with sharp teeth and claws, I never let his personality wander too far away. Even when he's in demon form, you can still see traits of his human side in him—the way he protects Lealandra, how he fights for her, his tenderness towards her—it's all there even when he's scaly and scary. I think it's important that demons look like demons when they go bad-ass and that vampires bite people without remorse and act true to the myths we know about them. In capturing this darkness and bringing it to light in the story, readers can see just how dark and deadly these creatures are, and that adds a new level to them, another dimension about them that fascinates. It's equally as important to balance the darkness though and I tend to do that through the depth of emotion in the character, a very human side that has fears and doubts, and is just as vulnerable as a mortal in affairs of the heart. It's this side that I term the light in them that readers connect to most but without their struggle against their darkness, or their acceptance of what they are and their nature, I think they would be less appealing and less interesting.
Some of the best stories I've read have had true darkness in their heroes, a sense that they might turn at any moment and that they're extremely powerful men, but also a sense that they have one weakness—their heroines—and that they'll do anything for the women in their black hearts.
I believe that it's the sense of danger, the darkness, and how powerful they are in combination with the idea that for all their growl and bite there's one person who has absolute power over them and for whom they would do anything, would turn themselves inside out and expose all their vulnerabilities, one person who could halt their darkest rage with only a light caress, that makes this sort of hero appeal to women everywhere.
And makes us all wish we were that heroine in that novel, commanding that dark hero with nothing more than a glance or a brush of our fingers across their cheek.
Taig is that sort of man, a beast who thirsts for violence, and who has this dark side that is deadly, but who Lealandra can soothe with only a smile. In fact, all of my heroes are like that, dark gorgeous men who live for their heroine and would die for her.
So if you're looking for a little monster in your man, then look no further. Head on over to my website and check out the excerpt of Ascension, or some of my other 30 stories: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk
Ascension is available now in e-book format direct from my site, on Amazon Kindle, and other retailers, and is available in paperback from Amazon.com
Ascension
Felicity Heaton
A witch on the verge of achieving phenomenal power, Lealandra must turn to her half-breed demon ex-lover Taig for protection from the dark force that is after her and also from her own magic.
With her Counter-Balance dead and her coven against her, Taig's blood and power is the only thing that can help her control her magic and survive the ascension and gain the strength to defeat her enemy.
Old feelings come flooding back as Taig allows her into his world and Lealandra finds herself fighting not only for survival but to win his broken heart again and heal the pain in their past. Can he forgive her for walking out on him all those years ago and will he ever believe her when she tells him that he's not a monster but the man that she loves?
Read the excerpt or find out where to buy: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/
Biography:
Felicity Heaton is a romance author writing as both Felicity Heaton and F E Heaton. She is passionate about penning paranormal tales full of vampires, witches, werewolves, angels and shape-shifters, and has been interested in all things preternatural and fantastical since she was just a child. Her other passion is science-fiction and she likes nothing more than to immerse herself in a whole new universe and the amazing species therein. She used to while away days at school and college dreaming of vampires, werewolves and witches, or being lost in space, and used to while away evenings watching movies about them or reading gothic horror stories, science-fiction and romances.
Having tried her hand at various romance genres, it was only natural for her to turn her focus back to the paranormal, fantasy and science-fiction worlds she enjoys so much. She loves to write seductive, sexy and strong vampires, werewolves, witches, angels and alien species. The worlds she often dreams up for them are vicious, dark and dangerous, reflecting aspects of the heroines and heroes, but her characters also love deeply, laugh, cry and feel every emotion as keenly as anyone does. She makes no excuses for the darkness surrounding them, especially the paranormal creatures, and says that this is their world. She's just honoured to write down their adventures.
If you want to know more about me, or want to get in touch, you can find me at the following places:
My website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk
My blog: http://www.indieparanormalromancebooks.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/feheaton
Twitter: http://twitter.com/felicityheaton
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/felicityheaton
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May 17, 2011
When The Real World Seeps Into Your Paranormal with Kiki Howell

In the real world, I've always been a champion for the underdogs.
In the real world, I guess it is not surprise that I married a man who now teaches a class he created called, Crossroads – a class designed to help students understands differences in others, specifically differences of race, religion and sexual orientation.
So, in the real world, in my house, we discuss injustices and prejudices such as racism, weightism, etc. a lot.
In the real world, the idea of stereotypes gets under my skin, and I have a real problem with uninformed people who would rather remain ignorant and judge others than to learn about or exercise an ounce of compassion toward a fellow human being who doesn't look, think or act as they do. Let me also proudly mention that my husband just earned his doctoral degree, writing a dissertation that in part investigated how compassion could be taught in a classroom. It is possible if people would just listen. I mean *sighs* can't we all just get along?
Stepping down off my soapbox, these 'real world' (are you sick of hearing that word yet? LOL) ideals and feelings often make brief appearances in my writing, but in my latest novel, the plot idea gave them more of a showing. Getting inspiration from an online computer game I heard a wife complaining that her husband played, I came up with a combined paranormal/fantasy world where sorcerer's and wizards didn't get along due to the differences in their magic.
In a world like this, I was able to show the evolution of a hero and heroine, ones who could, when forced to work together, try to find a way to overcome their stereotypes to make way for attraction. Although, as we know from said real world, the romance of such individuals is not easy when family and friends, their prejudices, continue to get in the way.
So you see how my real world ideals creped into my paranormal one, how, dare I say, some of my own thoughts were easier to spout off given my main characters were all paranormal :) No, the story isn't all doom and gloom or even preaching, but a lot of action and magic, sexual tension and family quarrels, spells and even sexual magick – the real world just seeps through in a couple of poignant lines. *giggles* Was bound to happen, right?
Irreconcilable Differences , a novel
Blurb:
In a world where wizards and sorcerers do not get along due to differences in their magic, sorcerer, Aaron is hired to guard the wizard, Myleana. However, the attraction between them once locked in an unusual lab under his own wall of protection ignites in otherworldly ways.
When they come under attack and all they believed in becomes questionable, will these two remain separated by their world's prejudices? Will the lies, betrayals and opinions of even their own families stand in the way of the alchemy of sex, especially when sorcery and wizardry come into play?
Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal/Fantasy (wizard and sorcerer), Erotic, Romantic Suspense
Adult Content Warnings: Explicit Graphic Language and Sexual Magic
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May 15, 2011
First Day of The Shattered Glass Tour and Giveaway


Why A Good Sexy Novel Is Better Than Men … or, Could you go to sleep, sweetie, so I can write something better?
It has come to me rather late in life that I am bored with ordinary men. When I was in college, future engineers, executives and army officers pursued me (I follow their careers in the alumni magazine, so I know what I passed up and I am still thankful) and I spurned them. I needed something more interesting, less boring. I pursued someone because it was more fun than being pursued, and he spurned me. Then, one night while I was discussing my intended's many shortcomings with a girlfriend, a man – a boy actually, since he was just 18 to my then 21 – crawled out from under her dining room table where he happened to have been living for awhile (it was the late '60s, so anything went) and said, "You are really full of yourself, aren't you?" He had a broken arm and his black-rimmed glasses were held together in the center with electrical tape. He rode a motorcycle. He had three cars and one set of license plates to pop on whichever one started in the morning. I was hooked.
And yes, life was interesting for a time. But 25 years and two kids later, we divorced. Long before we legally called it quits, I'd retreated into a world I still find far more comfortable – the one in my head. And I suspect a lot of women – and men – are happier there, too, even if they aren't writers.
I was a voracious reader of romances in the early years of my marriage. They fueled passion when it was running low on octane. And is there anyone who does not close their eyes sometimes and think of the perfect man? I didn't do it often, but when I did, no one satisfied. So I made him, the immortal Stephen Austra, in Shattered Glass…
Helen was lost in his eyes—eyes so perfectly black that the pupils were distinguishable from the irises only by their greater depth. She found herself looking for her reflection there, certain that, like Alice at the mirror, she could break through into another dimension. She knew in that moment not love, not passion, but rather obsession. She would go where he asked, do anything he asked, and gladly. And she waited.
But he made no requests. Instead he smiled—somewhat shyly, it seemed—and held out his hand. "How do you do. My name is Austra. Stephen Austra."
His English had a too-perfect enunciation, as if he had learned it as a second language. His voice was musically inflected, with an odd, lilting cadence.
Helen's arm felt heavy but she found the will to raise it. "I'm so pleased you came. I'm Helen Wells." As she took his hand she panicked, as if in reaching for a familiar item she had touched instead something unknown and exotic. The feeling was too fleeting to analyze, but having grasped even this small part of him, she was oddly reluctant to let go. She saw a frown cross his face, as if he had felt it, too.
He did, and it isn't long before he becomes a necessary part of her life, helping in her work, in her recovery from an illness, in awakening in her passion she did not know she possessed. He can read minds, so he knows what this woman wants without her asking, and he is smart enough to listen to her internal voice. Their love is wild and it changes her, in more ways than emotional. Though he is not a vampire in the traditional sense, he can make her immortal, too. But love has to be tested to endure, and that requires some darkness to balance all their light. Enter my favorite character, Charles Austra.
When she had finished undressing, he gripped her bare shoulders and swung her around so her body faced the light. "Beautiful." he murmured. "I knew you would be. I have listened to your desires. You are the one. We escape this world together."
She opened her mouth to make one final protest.
"Silence!" he ordered. His hands stroked her shoulders as his lips closed around one nipple, his tongue brushing until it hardened. He moved to the other, then back to the first, the sucking now followed by a light nip. It was no more than so many had done, yet her stomach fluttered in unfamiliar arousal, and a passion such as she had never known began to build in her, hungry and demanding. With one hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her face up to his while he forced the other between her thighs, seeking, then stroking, as perfectly as she would herself. He kissed her temples, her eyes, her mouth, first lightly then fiercely, and moved his lips to her outstretched neck. Her fears, her needs, her life were forgotten as she shuddered in a fulfillment of glorious intensity.
Charles carelessly leaves bodies in his passing, corpses of women who die smiling. He is tempting fate and when he learns his brother Stephen is living nearby, the danger begins to grow – one that threatens Helen and everyone she holds dear. But, God, I loved Charles. I cried when Glass was finished – out of joy for what I had created and also sadness that the novel had ended. So of course, I wrote five more. Charles, still filled with that same terrible darkness, appears in two of them and will show up in future books.
I tended to write my first novels at night, slipping into bed far too late to function at my day job the following morning. And it wasn't long before my husband noticed something, a comment I gave to Patrick Austra's lover in my latest novel, Beyond Sundown:
I move around the sofa, crouch in front of him and kiss him. He opens his mouth to say something and I kiss him again, much harder, then pull him to his feet, and though he likely outweighs me by a good ten kilos, I toss him over my shoulder.
"Patrick, damn it! I'm getting much too old for this!"
−Not tonight!− I tell him and carry him upstairs as if he were a child and dump him on the bed, hard enough that the frame shakes and the springs squawk in protest. "Take off your pants!" I order.
He looks at me with surprise and, for a moment, anger, then the truth of what I am doing comes to him and he laughs. "So is that damned Catherine killing someone again and you've gone feral? It that what this predator and prey game is all about?"
He knows me too well. Fortunately, he takes my nature with a certain tolerance.
I suspect there will be more darkness to come. I love the power writing gives me over my characters. I love their passion, I love their twisted romance. And my fans validate my own desires – they love them, too.
But when I see couples in their '80s walking hand-in-hand. I think how lovely. And it is, but how often does love last? People grow old. Fire and passion may fade to a slow steady warmth. But I want more. I am an optimist. If I could live forever as my characters do, I would. As Helen says at the end of Blood Rites:
I no longer feel the nagging constraints of a human body. It is in harmony now with my mind and my soul. I think that if I had not been prepared for the sudden physical changes, I would have thought I died. Then, as now, my body hardly seems to surround my soul at all.
My skin is paler and smoother. And when the winter winds are silent, I climb to the open ridge above the cabin where I can look down on it and up to the stars. I sense Stephen moving silently up the ridge looking for me. I open my mind and call him to me. The shadows of the moon turn my hair silver and our naked bodies to liquid marble. I need not will my body to feel for it feels so perfectly-- his hands, his lips.
I no longer regret the human life I have lost.
I would take it from everyone I love.
PS – since I have been so forthcoming about my personal life, I need a disclaimer. In the past few years my ex and I have shared a house where we co-parent our handicapped daughter. We are the best of friends, and I cherish that.
About Shattered Glass
Paperback: 386 pages
Publisher: Elaine Bergstrom (January 24, 2011)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0982970609
ISBN-13: 978-0982970607
Book Description:
Helen Wells, 19, is a gifted painter, struggling to create a legacy before the illness that left her crippled claims her life. Stephen Austra is a brilliant glass artist, and an immortal. When they meet, their passion is immediate and intense. But as their love grows, Dick Wells, Helen's uncle and a homicide expert on the local police department, begins investigating a series of savage murders committed, he is forced to believe, by something not human. Soon all three will be drawn into a struggle with a dark presence from Stephen's past, one that lays claim to the life of the woman he loves and one that, for all his power, he is helpless to control. This novel, first published in 1989 to critical acclain is being reissued in a special updated -- and uncut -- version, and includes 12,000 words not found in the original edition. It is the first of 6 books in the Austra series.
To see more books in the Austra series visit: http://www.elainebergstrom.com/Ordering-Books.html
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First Day of The Shattered Glass Tour


Why A Good Sexy Novel Is Better Than Men … or, Could you go to sleep, sweetie, so I can write something better?
It has come to me rather late in life that I am bored with ordinary men. When I was in college, future engineers, executives and army officers pursued me (I follow their careers in the alumni magazine, so I know what I passed up and I am still thankful) and I spurned them. I needed something more interesting, less boring. I pursued someone because it was more fun than being pursued, and he spurned me. Then, one night while I was discussing my intended's many shortcomings with a girlfriend, a man – a boy actually, since he was just 18 to my then 21 – crawled out from under her dining room table where he happened to have been living for awhile (it was the late '60s, so anything went) and said, "You are really full of yourself, aren't you?" He had a broken arm and his black-rimmed glasses were held together in the center with electrical tape. He rode a motorcycle. He had three cars and one set of license plates to pop on whichever one started in the morning. I was hooked.
And yes, life was interesting for a time. But 25 years and two kids later, we divorced. Long before we legally called it quits, I'd retreated into a world I still find far more comfortable – the one in my head. And I suspect a lot of women – and men – are happier there, too, even if they aren't writers.
I was a voracious reader of romances in the early years of my marriage. They fueled passion when it was running low on octane. And is there anyone who does not close their eyes sometimes and think of the perfect man? I didn't do it often, but when I did, no one satisfied. So I made him, the immortal Stephen Austra, in Shattered Glass…
Helen was lost in his eyes—eyes so perfectly black that the pupils were distinguishable from the irises only by their greater depth. She found herself looking for her reflection there, certain that, like Alice at the mirror, she could break through into another dimension. She knew in that moment not love, not passion, but rather obsession. She would go where he asked, do anything he asked, and gladly. And she waited.
But he made no requests. Instead he smiled—somewhat shyly, it seemed—and held out his hand. "How do you do. My name is Austra. Stephen Austra."
His English had a too-perfect enunciation, as if he had learned it as a second language. His voice was musically inflected, with an odd, lilting cadence.
Helen's arm felt heavy but she found the will to raise it. "I'm so pleased you came. I'm Helen Wells." As she took his hand she panicked, as if in reaching for a familiar item she had touched instead something unknown and exotic. The feeling was too fleeting to analyze, but having grasped even this small part of him, she was oddly reluctant to let go. She saw a frown cross his face, as if he had felt it, too.
He did, and it isn't long before he becomes a necessary part of her life, helping in her work, in her recovery from an illness, in awakening in her passion she did not know she possessed. He can read minds, so he knows what this woman wants without her asking, and he is smart enough to listen to her internal voice. Their love is wild and it changes her, in more ways than emotional. Though he is not a vampire in the traditional sense, he can make her immortal, too. But love has to be tested to endure, and that requires some darkness to balance all their light. Enter my favorite character, Charles Austra.
When she had finished undressing, he gripped her bare shoulders and swung her around so her body faced the light. "Beautiful." he murmured. "I knew you would be. I have listened to your desires. You are the one. We escape this world together."
She opened her mouth to make one final protest.
"Silence!" he ordered. His hands stroked her shoulders as his lips closed around one nipple, his tongue brushing until it hardened. He moved to the other, then back to the first, the sucking now followed by a light nip. It was no more than so many had done, yet her stomach fluttered in unfamiliar arousal, and a passion such as she had never known began to build in her, hungry and demanding. With one hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her face up to his while he forced the other between her thighs, seeking, then stroking, as perfectly as she would herself. He kissed her temples, her eyes, her mouth, first lightly then fiercely, and moved his lips to her outstretched neck. Her fears, her needs, her life were forgotten as she shuddered in a fulfillment of glorious intensity.
Charles carelessly leaves bodies in his passing, corpses of women who die smiling. He is tempting fate and when he learns his brother Stephen is living nearby, the danger begins to grow – one that threatens Helen and everyone she holds dear. But, God, I loved Charles. I cried when Glass was finished – out of joy for what I had created and also sadness that the novel had ended. So of course, I wrote five more. Charles, still filled with that same terrible darkness, appears in two of them and will show up in future books.
I tended to write my first novels at night, slipping into bed far too late to function at my day job the following morning. And it wasn't long before my husband noticed something, a comment I gave to Patrick Austra's lover in my latest novel, Beyond Sundown:
I move around the sofa, crouch in front of him and kiss him. He opens his mouth to say something and I kiss him again, much harder, then pull him to his feet, and though he likely outweighs me by a good ten kilos, I toss him over my shoulder.
"Patrick, damn it! I'm getting much too old for this!"
−Not tonight!− I tell him and carry him upstairs as if he were a child and dump him on the bed, hard enough that the frame shakes and the springs squawk in protest. "Take off your pants!" I order.
He looks at me with surprise and, for a moment, anger, then the truth of what I am doing comes to him and he laughs. "So is that damned Catherine killing someone again and you've gone feral? It that what this predator and prey game is all about?"
He knows me too well. Fortunately, he takes my nature with a certain tolerance.
I suspect there will be more darkness to come. I love the power writing gives me over my characters. I love their passion, I love their twisted romance. And my fans validate my own desires – they love them, too.
But when I see couples in their '80s walking hand-in-hand. I think how lovely. And it is, but how often does love last? People grow old. Fire and passion may fade to a slow steady warmth. But I want more. I am an optimist. If I could live forever as my characters do, I would. As Helen says at the end of Blood Rites:
I no longer feel the nagging constraints of a human body. It is in harmony now with my mind and my soul. I think that if I had not been prepared for the sudden physical changes, I would have thought I died. Then, as now, my body hardly seems to surround my soul at all.
My skin is paler and smoother. And when the winter winds are silent, I climb to the open ridge above the cabin where I can look down on it and up to the stars. I sense Stephen moving silently up the ridge looking for me. I open my mind and call him to me. The shadows of the moon turn my hair silver and our naked bodies to liquid marble. I need not will my body to feel for it feels so perfectly-- his hands, his lips.
I no longer regret the human life I have lost.
I would take it from everyone I love.
PS – since I have been so forthcoming about my personal life, I need a disclaimer. In the past few years my ex and I have shared a house where we co-parent our handicapped daughter. We are the best of friends, and I cherish that.
About Shattered Glass
Paperback: 386 pages
Publisher: Elaine Bergstrom (January 24, 2011)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0982970609
ISBN-13: 978-0982970607
Book Description:
Helen Wells, 19, is a gifted painter, struggling to create a legacy before the illness that left her crippled claims her life. Stephen Austra is a brilliant glass artist, and an immortal. When they meet, their passion is immediate and intense. But as their love grows, Dick Wells, Helen's uncle and a homicide expert on the local police department, begins investigating a series of savage murders committed, he is forced to believe, by something not human. Soon all three will be drawn into a struggle with a dark presence from Stephen's past, one that lays claim to the life of the woman he loves and one that, for all his power, he is helpless to control. This novel, first published in 1989 to critical acclain is being reissued in a special updated -- and uncut -- version, and includes 12,000 words not found in the original edition. It is the first of 6 books in the Austra series.
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May 14, 2011
Interview with Lisa Beth Darling

Please welcome author Lisabeth Darling to Fang-tastic Books.
Let's get started by learning more about you, what would you like to tell us about yourself?
My husband and I just celebrated our 25th Wedding Anniversary, we have two adult daughters, and in what little spare time I get I like to try to garden. I find it very spiritual and calming. However, we have many critters in our yard and I got frustrated fighting against them so I stopped in-ground gardening a few years ago and do my best to grow flowers and veggies in pots on our deck.
Have you always wanted to be a writer or was this something that just happened?
I've always been a writer.
When did you start writing?
I wrote my first creative writing assignment in 4th grade and was instantly hooked. From that moment on, I knew this was what I was going to do.
What was your first published work?
Years ago I did a string of articles for our local newspaper on a variety of topics; gun control, local government (don't even get me started on that! LOL), adoption laws/issues, and paganism, were among the most popular articles.
Tell us about your current book?
My current novel is The Heart of War a Dark Erotic Paranormal Romance stories that centers around Ares God of War and Magdalena MacLeod, a woman who is half-human and half-fey. It contains a lot of Greek Mythology as you can imagine but it's set in modern-day. The story begins when Magdalena washes up on the shore of Ares' secluded Greek Isle and we discover she is on the run from Cernunnos, Celtic Lord of the Forests and Death.
Can you give us a little glimpse into the book, perhaps a part of one of your favorite scenes?
Originally The Heart of War went online installments in rough draft, to my surprise it got an outrageous amount of hits. I never thought the story would be popular, I mean, c'mon, Ares God of War as the Hero? An older woman as the Heroine? It's a hard sell to say the least. :-) The story received 10,000 individual hits in one month and I thought that was awesome, I started writing in my blog that I should get Ares down to Spring Training and get him on the Red Sox because they could really use a hitter like him. It became a running joke in the blog and, near the end of the story, Ares and Alena end up in Boston at a Red Sox game. It was a total joke between me and my blog readers but, the darn thing worked so well, even though I was going to ditch it in the final edit, I kept it and everyone loves it. Funny how those things work sometimes.
What are you working on now?
I'm working on the sequel, "Child of War", it will be out December 31, 2011.
Just for fun lightning round: Black or white Black Red or pink Pink Angels or Demons Angels Vampires or werewolves Werewolves Coke or Pepsi Coke Coffee or tea Coffee Wine, beer or mixed drinks Southern Comfort Casual or Formal Casual Backyard barbeque or gourmet meals Backyard barbeque Paperback, hardcover, or digital Hardcover
Before you go would you like to share any more details about your current release, perhaps a blurb or excerpt?
Excerpt:
Alena closed her eyes as his words washed over her. "Yet you told them that you don't love me." Alena prodded keeping the bulk and warmth of him close. Ares opened his head as he tilted his head upward to look at her. "I don't recall saying that. Do you?" Alena opened her mouth to speak but then closed it once more. No, he had not told Hera that he did not love her. Ares said he had no heart. That was a lie, he had a heart, and she could feel it beating away under her hand working its way deeper and deeper into her soul with every pulse. It seemed he had quite the slippery way with words. "I see you're an excellent strategist, my Lord."
"I know you think I'm a brute, an ogre, who can't stop living in days of old when men owned their women, it's not true." Ares mumbled. "I don't own the women here and I do not own you but I am charged with protecting all of you. If I hadn't said and done the things that I did, Alena, my Family would have been able to keep you on Olympus until the day you died if that's what they wanted. That is not what I want."
"Very tricky, very slick." Alena complimented. Yes, she had been scared out of her mind listening to the way Ares spoke about her, as though she were chattel, and not even present in the room. Now she could see that his old chauvinistic ways had some merit, a definite method to the madness.
"I am not tricking you now, so listen to me; I love you, Magdalena, you hold my heart in your hands. I have never felt anything like this in my life. Nothing this strong and undeniable except battle. Battle is not warm, it is not soft, and it is not peaceful. I can't bear the mere idea of being without you. Tell me you feel the same. Not because you have to, not because of some silly spell you think you live under."
"I fell in love with you the instant I saw you." Alena wrapped her arms around his bare torso as the faint memory of her first night on the island came to her mind. Vaguely she remembered opening her tired eyes, seeing his handsome face over her. She remembered kissing him and telling him that she loved him. "You're everything I never knew I needed."
"Then I am right; one night with you is worth more than ten thousand nights on Olympus without you." She was everything he had ever wanted and more. Ares was going to enjoy taking his time in showing her all of the secrets of making love and reveling in being the only man she would ever lay with. Such a gift was rare indeed and he should treat it with great reverence. "You will never want for anything. I will lay this world at your feet and pray to all of the Gods that it is enough to keep you by my side."
"My hero." Alena cooed heatedly feeling like a fairy princess in some fantastical fairy tale, possibly even one with a Happily Ever After.
Ares laid his forehead against hers. "I am no one's hero, woman."
"You're my hero," Alena corrected and gave his full lips a gentle peck. "But I doubt I can offer you ten thousand nights, my Love." The confession was full of sorrow. Alena wished she had met him a hundred years ago when she was still fairly young and had a fuller lifetime ahead of her. Fate could be cruel some times. Alena would not be sad for the days behind but elated for the days ahead long or short they may be.
My Love.
The words echoed in his mind, tickling his ears and caressing his soul.
My Love.
Where can your book be found for sale?
Signed hard covers and .pdf ebooks are offered exclusively through http://www.moonsmusings.com Paperbacks are available from http://www.amazon.com/Heart-War-Lisa-Beth-Darling/dp/0615424686/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1302266130&sr=8-2 E-Books also available through Kindle http://www.amazon.com/The-Heart-of-War-ebook/dp/B004DCB3CA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1302266130&sr=8-1 Nook http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The-Heart-of-War/Lisa-Beth-Darling/e/2940011870002/?itm=1
In honor of the fantastic reviews the story has received lately, the price has been reduced to $2.99 (regularly $3.75) on Nook and Kindle through May. If readers would like to learn more about you where can they find you on the web? They can come along for the crazy that is my life over on my blog http://lbdarling.wordpress.com or check out my books on my site http://www.moonsmusings.com/lbdarling
Thank you again for joining us today at Fang-tastic Books.
Thank you very much for having me!
Author: Lisa Beth Darling Title: The Heart of War Details:ISBN:978-0615424682 Pages: 516 Publisher Moon Mistress Publishing USA Genre: Dark Erotic Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Tagline: Inside the Heart of every Warrior breathes the Soul of a Hero--even within The Heart of War.
Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eH6KtA5tIw0&feature=player_embedded
Blurb: Meet Ares God of War, the greatest Warrior the world has ever known. He's moody, grumpy, dominant, ravenously sexual, and above all, built like a Greek God.
Suspected of killing his Daughter in-Law, Psyche, and long in exile from Olympus, the solitude of Ares' secluded Greek Isle is interrupted when Magdalena MacLeod a plucky little Fey washes up on his shore after believing she's been shipwrecked. It's not mere fate that has brought the unlikely couple together yet it may be what tears them apart.
Branded with a golden chastity belt bearing the mark of Cernunnos, Celtic God of the Forest and Death, Alena has been on the run from her husband the Great Horned God for 200 years.
When the Olympians discover her presence on Ares' island, they send Apollo to the island while Ares is away with orders to bring her to Olympus. With nowhere to run and strikes a bargain with the God of War--her virginity for his protection.
Ares sees a sweeter deal; her in his bed and himself back in his rightful place on Olympus among the Gods. If it means turning Alena over to Zeus afterward, well that's of no consequence to him...is it?
After Alena proves herself to the God of War in battle and in his bed, the Ares must choose between his Divinely Dysfunctional Family, his pride, and Alena.
Get lost in this sweeping dark saga of lust, rage, revenge, and redemption. Battle Ancient Gods while falling in love with Ares God of War and Alena MacLeod. They share a love that will rock the world from the heights of Olympus to the Celtic moors, but will it be enough? Will love triumph, or will revenge and rage win the battle for the Heart of War?

Looking for Vampires? Read This- Vampires: The Recent Undead

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Early Review of Grave Dance by Kalayna Price






Product DescriptionAfter a month of down time, Grave Witch Alex Craft is ready to get back to solving murders by raising the dead. With her love life in turmoil, Alex is eager for the distractions of work. But when her new case forces her to overuse her magic, it might be the last mystery the Grave Witch ever gets to solve...My Review:The first book in this series, Grave Witch, blew me away. The second installment, Grave Dance does not disappoint either. I am hooked on this series which has everything you could want in an urban fantasy series with romantic elements.Grave Dance is another exquisite example of Kalayna Price's enticing storytelling abilities. Her vivid descriptions and unique characters combined with her gripping storylines will keep your turning pages and wanting more.She mixes a little bit of everything urban fantasy into the Alex Craft series. You'll get family drama, secrets and plenty of unknown skeletons in the closet waiting to be let out. Plus you'll get general UF characteristics with Alex's awakening and changing abilities that morph into unique magic that no one else has along with Alex's character growth.You'll also get some elements of paranormal romance with a sexy love triangle featuring two men who are both forbidden to Alex in their own unique way. One is Death- Alex doesn't even know his real name or much about him or his world, he's just always been a part of her life, in some ways her best friend. But now he's confessed his love for her and Alex just can't seem to control herself around him, he knows her better than anyone else. But they don't even inhabit the same realm- how could they ever be together?Then there's the sexy fey, Falin. Now there's a yummy man, warm and real and sexy as hell. Too bad he "belongs" to the winter queen of Fairy. He has to do what she says, he is her knight and he can not disobey, not even if he wanted to. Now that can be a problem when it comes to having a relationship, especially if the winter queen would prefer that Alex be dead, or imprisoned.In Grace Dance Alex has another case to solve, this one weirder and more difficult than the others because she doesn't even have bodies to raise shades from, only feet. She can't get anything from a bunch of left feet. But she tries anyway and pushes her magic until she's overloaded and wiped out. Which isn't good because someone or something is after her and seems to want her dead plus the winter queen has taken an interest and would like to see Alex in fairy... aligned with her court.The surprises keep coming and Alex keeps learning more about herself, her powers, the Fey, and everyone around her. It's a wealth of discovery that'll hook you on this series... if you weren't already.