Thea Harrison's Blog, page 17
June 28, 2015
Giveaway
Thea is the featured author at Were Vamps Romance today, and they are giving away a copy of Midnight’s Kiss. Good Luck!
June 15, 2015
Die Versuchung des Vampyrs – Now Available!
Dear German Readers,
Die Versuchung des Vampyrs, (Die Alten Volker/Elder Races 7) is now available!
For Apple iTunes
For Amazon Kindle
For Print via Amazon
For Inktera
Also check your local vendors – it’s also available through Tolino outlets. 
Happy reading!
Thea
May 13, 2015
Meet Thea in New York!
July 22-25 New York City, NY
RWA Annual Convention
Thea will be taking part in the “Readers for Life” Literacy Autographing” This takes place on Wednesday, July 22, from 5:30 – 7:30 p.m. at the New York Marriott Marquis. This event is free to the public and does not require registration!
April 26, 2015
Meet Thea In London!
Thea will be in London on Saturday, May 9, and would love to chat with you and sign your books! She will be holding a Meet and Greet at Brown’s Brasserie and Bar – West India Quay from 12-2.
Details:
Address: Brown’s West India Quay, Unit A, Hertsmere Road, London E14 4AB
Telephone: 020 7987 9777
Getting there: Closest stations are West India Quay Docklands Light Railway or Canary Wharf – Jubilee Lin. There is also a great cab drop off point. If you are looking for landmarks, it is close to the Marriott.
When you arrive you can ask for the ‘Thea Harrison’ reservation in the restaurant. She has a large table set up for chatting and signing. The restaurant is disability accessible. If you are interested in having lunch, you will need to make your own reservations.
If you’re planning on coming, please send an email to info@TheaHarrison.com with LONDON as your subject line. Hope you see you there!
April 23, 2015
Peanut’s in German!
WooHoo! The German translation of PEANUT GOES TO SCHOOL is now available in both print and e-book!
April 22, 2015
Thea’s in Berlin!
On May 2-3, Thea will be participating in the LoveLetter Convention in Berlin! She’ll be doing several sessions, including a meet and greet, signings, a roundtable, and Q&A. This is an excellent opportunity to spend some time chatting with her!
August 30, 2014
NIGHT’S HONOR Sneak Peak #2
We are only THREE days away from the release of Thea Harrison’s latest Elder Races novel, Night’s Honor (book 7)!
If you haven’t yet pre-ordered your copy, you can do so now by clicking here:
As promised, here is one more excerpt to get you through this last weekend before release day:
“I will never bite you without your permission.” His voice was soft, even courteous. “I will never take anything from you that you do not want to give, but make no mistake—there are some Vampyres who would.”
Dread had become a familiar acquaintance of hers by now. It pulsed again, sullen like an aching bruise. “I understand.”
His gaze turned hard and piercing. “It’s important you do, because if you choose to leave, some might approach you and offer a liaison merely because you have resided within these walls for a time. I would advise against doing that. Anyone who would choose to offer for you would not have your best interests at heart.”
She swallowed. “I see.”
“One more thing. If you are not able to give a direct blood offering, freely and willingly, by the end of the trial year, our liaison will be over.”
She clenched her jaw, but she couldn’t keep quiet. “Forgive me, but isn’t that a contradiction? First you said you wouldn’t take anything I didn’t want to give, but now you just said otherwise.”
He lifted one eyebrow, and when he spoke, his voice had chilled. “There is no contradiction. Everything you do here will be by your choice, and you are always free to go. I will not coerce you into doing something you do not want to do, but there are also requirements of this job that you must fulfill if you want to stay on permanently. You don’t get a free pass, and you don’t get to change my rules just because you might not like them. I will give you ample opportunity to come to terms with the blood offering, during which time, I expect you to get over it and move on. Does that clarify things for you?”
Folding her lips tight, she forced herself to breathe evenly until her unruly temper had subsided enough for her to answer. “Your job, your rules. Got it.”
“Good. Now there is one more thing you will do for me before we’re done for the night. Come with me.” He rose to his feet.
Curious, she stood to follow him, but he only led her to the large desk across the room.
Standing to one side, he gestured to the chair. “Please sit.”
Complying, she glanced at the large dark screen of the desktop in front of her. It was easily a ten thousand dollar machine. A discreet, thoroughly modern keyboard tray had been added to the antique desk. “What now?”
“Now you will prove to me that you can really do what you claim you can do.” While he talked, he pulled an iPhone out of his pocket and moved his thumb rapidly over the screen. “The Nightkind demesne website is Evenfall dot gov. You said you can break through a firewall, so go break through it.”
She had lost count of how many times her adrenaline had surged over the last twenty-four hours. Gripping the edge of the desk, she said, “No, wait. I didn’t say that.”
“I asked if you could break through a firewall.” His hard gaze bored into her. “You said you were good at it.”
She shook her head. “That was your choice of words, not mine! I just agreed because at the time I didn’t want to get into a big discussion about it.”
He cocked his head, and his expression carried a cool challenge. “Are you saying that you lied in the interview?”
“No!” Frustration made her voice go shrill. “Look, you have to understand what you’re asking and what can actually be done. There’s no such thing as breaking through a firewall, because there is no wall.”
“Explain.” He crossed his arms.
Running her hands through her hair, she tried to come up with the right words to adequately describe a complicated technical concept quickly. “You don’t break through a firewall like you would smash a window to get inside a house. A firewall is a complicated list of configured rules that either lets things pass through or blocks them. One way you can breach a system is if you discover something has been misconfigured. Do you understand?”
“I understand perfectly. You’ve got ten minutes.” He held the phone up to his ear. “She’s starting now.”
Son of a bitch. He meant it.
Son of a bitch.
Galvanized into action, she yanked out the keyboard tray and toggled the screen on, as she muttered under her breath, “Ten minutes? Excuse me, but you’re fucking nuts. It takes time to look for this kind of thing.”
“Nine minutes now.” He didn’t sound in the least perturbed by her agitation or her swearing.
Her mind raced through various possibilities. She had one potential rabbit in her hat that she might be able to use on such ridiculously short notice—she would bet everything in her inaccessible bank accounts that he was on the inside of the Evenfall security network. That would mean the network firewall would be configured to recognize his IP address and his email program.
Maybe she could get lucky. The quickest way to bypass firewall security was from the inside, through a client-side attack. If she could hack his email, she could send a rough, simple malware program to exploit the breach. He said he wanted her to “break through” the firewall. He didn’t say how, or what she should do when she did, or that it had to be an elegant job.
“Six minutes.”
“Shut up,” she hissed. Her fingers flew across the keyboard.
She hadn’t hacked in a while. It felt good, running hot against the clock. It felt crazy, and she wanted to laugh like a lunatic, except she had already sworn at one of the scariest men she had ever met, and she thought she should keep her mouth shut for a few minutes.
He said, “Time.”
She sat back. “You’ve got mail.”
Sleek as a panther, he moved up behind her. She was intensely aware of his closeness as he leaned over to look at the screen. As he did so, the cell phone he held in one hand buzzed. He thumbed it on. “Yes, Gavin?”
On the other end, she could clearly hear a strange male voice demanding, “Did you leave your email program running while you set her to hack into the network?”
“Of course I didn’t,” said Xavier. “I locked it down.”
“Well, I want to fucking know how she fucking sent a blast email to fucking everybody from your email address.”
She pulled back so Xavier could take control of the desktop, open his email account and click on his new mail.
In big red letters, the body of the email said:
YOU SUCK.
Enjoy your weekend, and we’ll see you all on release day: Tuesday, September 2nd.
Don’t forget to join Thea on her Facebook author page from 6-7pm (Mountain Daylight Time) on release day to celebrate and chat with her! We’ll be giving away 3 signed copies of Night’s Honor as well as a spa bag during the live chat.
Janine (Assistant to Thea Harrison)
August 28, 2014
GIVEAWAY during LIVE FACEBOOK chat Sept 2nd
Thea will be chatting live with you on her Facebook author page from 6-7pm (Mountain Daylight Time) next Tuesday, Sept 2nd, 2014, to celebrate the release of her newest Elder Races novel, Night’s Honor. If you haven’t already liked her author page, go there now and like her so you can join us on Tuesday! We’ll make a post at 6pm that everyone can comment in, and Thea will answer your questions and chat with you for the whole hour!
In addition, we’re going to give away three signed copies of the new Night’s Honor book to participants in the chat… one of those three winners will also get a spa basket as our grand prize winner!
Hope to see you all there!
Janine (Assistant to Thea Harrison)
August 26, 2014
One Week to Release of NIGHT’S HONOR!
Today, I want to share my favorite quote from Thea Harrison’s upcoming release, Night’s Honor (coming out on Sept. 2nd, 2014)…
Aaaahhhh… mainlining tequila, indeed… 
Night’s Honor is book 7 in the Elder Races series, and is available now for pre-orders to ship on Tuesday, September 2nd.
Click here: Amazon Barnes&Noble Kobo
Hang in there… 7 days to go… almost there!
Janine (Assistant to Thea Harrison)
August 23, 2014
NIGHT’S HONOR Sneak Peak #1!
The release of Night’s Honor, book seven of the Elder Races series by Thea Harrison, is only 10 days away! We thought we’d treat you to an excerpt this weekend as we all anticipate this next book’s arrival. Enjoy!
Pre-order: Amazon Barnes&Noble Kobo
“Are you afraid of all Vampyres, or is it me?” He didn’t look as if he would be terribly bothered by her answer, either way.
Oh, to hell with it. It wasn’t like she could truly hide how she felt anyway. He was reading her as easily as he had read his book.
“I’m intensely uncomfortable around all Vampyres, but even more so around you.” She forced a deep breath into her constricted lungs. “Is what they say about you true?”
He lifted one sleek eyebrow. “To what are you referring?”
She met his gaze. “That you were a priest when you were human. The Inquisition killed your family, and that was when you became a Vampyre—and you went after all of the officers of the Inquisition until everybody who had been involved was dead.”
Something glittered deep in his eyes, a fierce, hot spark of reaction, until his eyelids lowered again to cover the expression, and he looked as cool and collected as he had before. “Yes.”
It was the smallest betrayal of feeling, that spark, but she had seen it, and her perception of him altered again.
What kind of rage and pain drove a young man to end life as he knew it, so that he could bring justice to those who had killed his family?
For some reason, she glanced down at the book where he had laid it on the table. The name of the author and title were clearly stamped in black on the old leather cover: Rene Descartes, Meditations on First Philosophy.
The book was worn and had clearly been read often. So, not only did he have excellent taste, and evidently sincere feelings for at least one of his attendants, but he enjoyed philosophy too. The business of compartmentalizing him into a box labeled “monster” was quickly getting more complicated than she had expected.
Clearing her throat, she fumbled for something appropriate to say. “I know it happened a long time ago, but I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you,” he said. “And I’m sorry that circumstances have forced you into being here, when you are clearly so uncomfortable. I will be blunt with you—you are of no use to me if you are forced into doing something you cannot come to terms with. We will not be able to maintain a liaison if you cannot banish your fear, or at the very least control it.”
Her hands tightened into fists, and her breathing roughened. He wasn’t going to change his mind, was he? Not after she had spent the last of her cash just to get here?
“I’m sorry if it seems otherwise to you, but I do want to be here,” she said tightly. “And if you need for me to prove it, I will. The first night of a patron-attendant liaison is supposed to involve the first blood offering, isn’t it?”
His eyes narrowed. “Yes.”
“So, bite me.” Oh, dear. That sounded so much ruder than she had meant for it to. If Xavier was a painting by Monet, nuanced and elegant, then she was a picture drawn in crayon by an angry kindergartner.
He lowered his hands, uncrossed his legs and rose to his feet, all in one sinuous, graceful movement. His steady gaze never leaving her face, he walked forward and crouched in front of her chair. Everything he did was at an unhurried pace, all with the same incredibly beautiful economy of motion. He simply flowed like water.
If a wild lion had walked up to her, it could not have been a more powerful experience. A deep shaking started in her limbs and intensified as he took one of her fists and lifted it. Gently but firmly, he pulled her fingers out and turned her wrist up.
His slim fingers felt cool and light on her overheated skin. Bending his head at a slant, he watched her face as he raised her wrist at the same time. In the firelight, his eyes had turned the shade of green bottle glass, bright and glittering, and his skin appeared tinged with a faint wash of color.
She couldn’t look away. How she had ever thought he was plain-looking, she didn’t know. He might not be conventionally handsome, but everything about him, from the power of his presence to his quiet dignity of manner, was unspeakably striking.
Then he put his mouth on the delicate, thin skin at her inner wrist. His lips were cool as well, but not unpleasantly so. Resting his mouth on her like that . . .
It felt almost as if he kissed her.
(sigh…) I love this excerpt! Hope you enjoyed it, too! Stay tuned for sneak peak #2 next Saturday…
Have a great weekend!
Janine – Assistant to Thea Harrison
