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June 27, 2012
Book Feature: “Darkness Rising (The Supernaturals)” by Elle Chardou
Please welcome to Lizzyland author Danielle Blanchard (writing as Elle Chardou). She’s sharing her latest novel, “Darkness Rising (The Supernaturals)”
A Pureblood…
Julien Gasquet belongs to the notorious Lycan clan, the Gasquet Pack
based in New Orleans. After a vicious argument, he storms out of the
compound and decides to spend the night with his sister, Jolie, in
Baton Rouge.
A Half-breed…
Martina Beauchamp, is considered an abomination to the Lycans as she
isn’t a pureblood and doesn’t have a pack to call her own. She meets
Julien after a horrifying incident forces her to flee her home and her
car breaks down in the parking lot next to his truck.
Destined…
The attraction Julien and Martina experience from the moment they meet
isn’t about lust or a one night stand. However, when the pack is
involved in every decision a werewolf makes, is a happy ending at all
possible?
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Author Bio:
Elle Chardou is the alter-ego of Danielle Blanchard.
As Ms. Chardou, she has written Darkness Rising, the first novella in
The Supernaturals, a paranormal erotic romance series
She is currently working on The Dawn of Darkness, book two in The
Supernaturals novella series and Love Voodoo: Book I from the
DeGeneration two-part series.
Blog: http://thebeautifulpeopleawritersjourney.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/dblanchbenz0
Excerpt:
Martina found herself pulling into the parking lot of Tommy’s Pizza.
She pulled down the visor and looked at herself in the mirror. She was
still covered with ash and a stray cigarette butt was caught in her
hair. She opened her handbag, grabbed her brush and allowed her golden
hair to fall around her shoulders. She tossed the cigarette butt out
of the open window and began to brush out her silky strands. She
rearranged her hair in a pony tail with a scrunchie she found in her
handbag and cleaned herself up as best as she could with wet wipes
before she stepped out of the car and walked inside.
She found herself parked next to a flashy late model black Ford F-150
with bumper stickers that read: “Weres have more fun and we can stand
the sun!” and yet another that proclaimed “Take the Civil Rights Bill
of 2014 and shove it up your ass, you undead Fuckers!”
“Mmm, he must be quite the tool,” she mumbled to herself as she walked
inside the restaurant and looked around. The place was half-full but a
waitress lead her to a booth opposite of a young, dark haired man who
ate as if it was going to be his last meal.
“Hey, Tina, can I get you anything?”
Martina looked up at Shelly, the waitress. She lived in the same
trailer park a couple doors’ down from her family with her mother and
her step-father. By the look of resignation on her face, her “new”
daddy was already working on her sexually—no wonder she worked nights.
“Just a cup of coffee, thanks.”
Shelly didn’t even bother to write that down as she walked back over
with a coffee cup and saucer, several packets of Equal and few
containers of cream. She poured the coffee and walked off.
Martina prepared her coffee and took a sip before she pulled out her
three year old Motorola Razr Android that was constantly on the fritz
and called the hospital. It took a while for her mother to be paged
and come to the phone but when she did, she felt the tears start as a
lump formed in the back of her throat.
“Sweetheart, what is it? You know they don’t like me taking calls at work.”
“I told them it was an emergency.”
“Well, is it?”
“I can’t go back home, Mama. Cole tried to rape me and I won’t…I
can’t…if he has already tried, he is going to succeed next time.”
Nora was silent on the other end of the phone. “Darling, we can talk
about this. You can’t leave—”
“Face it, Mama, I should have left the house ages ago. I don’t know
where I am going but it’s just best to leave things the way they are.
He might be in quite the mood once he wakes up. I left him passed out
in my room after I hit him in the head with an ashtray.”
“Are you sure he’s still alive? You could have killed him—”
“He’s alive. I could still smell the vodka coming from his pores when
I left the house. I’ll call you again once I get settled but let’s
just leave it at this tonight, okay? Love you and talk soon.”
“Martina, wait—”
She ended the phone call and placed the mobile back in her handbag.
She swallowed her coffee in several large gulps, left three dollars on
the table and walked outside to her Jetta.
Martina stepped inside and put the keys in the ignition of the car.
She rummaged through her purse until she found her cigarettes, grabbed
one and slipped it between her lips before she lit it and inhaled
hungrily.
Now came the hard part. What was she going to do because honestly,
there was no where for her to go. She had a cousin in Baton Rouge,
Leanne. She attended LSU but lived off campus with a roommate. Maybe
she wouldn’t mind if Martina stayed with her for a few days until she
could get her shit together.
She put out the half finished cigarette in her ashtray and proceeded
to slide the key in the ignition. The car whined in protest but the
engine didn’t turn over.
A cold sweat formed over her body though it was around eighty degrees.
This could not happen, not now, not when she was so close to getting
out of this good for nothing city once and for all.
The universe had a fucked up sense of humor, she thought with
overwhelming anger. Her heart beat with intensity in her chest and it
wasn’t from the surge of nicotine either. She tried to turn over the
engine again but nothing happened.
The inevitable finally hit Martina and it was not pretty. She beat the
steering wheel with her fists and got out of the car before kicking
the tires in anger. “You piece of shit car, you can’t do this to me!
Not here, not tonight, goddamn you!”
“I highly doubt the car gives a shit if you’re stranded,” a deep male
voice said with gravel that would put Vin Diesel to shame.
Martina stopped and turned toward the voice.
It was the same young man she’d sat across from and he stood less than
ten feet away from her.
He was some man, she’d give him that much. It was obvious he was
Lycan—she knew her own people beside being half-shape shifter—with his
tall, lean build and the faint traces of a black eye which were
fading. She would bet her savings he had attained the injuries the
previous night yet by the next day, he would be completely healed.
The guy wasn’t just handsome, he was drop dead gorgeous with
expressive blue eyes, delicate features and a mouth so sensuous and
pink, she wanted to do nothing more than devour those lips.
She could smell the sexuality exuding from his pores and took in the
scent of pine and evergreen. He smelled like a wild river with
undercurrents of an earthy, yet otherworldly scent which drove her
nearly wild with lust and need. Where did this man come from and what
the hell was he doing there at Tommy’s Pizza that night of all nights?
“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare, you just frightened me is all,” Martina
said when she finally found her voice.
One of his dark eyebrows shot up inquisitively. “Well, it is late and
a beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be on her own, especially being a
shifter and all.”
“Half-shifter,” she murmured. “My dad was Lycan and my grandmother was
once part of the Gasquet Pack. At least now I know why I am considered
such a freak around here. No one wants me—”
“You’re considered an abomination,” he finished in a quiet voice. “I
suppose I should introduce myself. Julien Gasquet but everyone calls
me Jules.”
She reluctantly shook his outstretched hand. “I’m Martina Beauchamp.
It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”
The heat between their touch was a bit too electric for her and she
let go albeit reluctantly before she cleared her voice. “Listen, I
guess I should try to get a hold of a tow truck or something.”
Jules’s stare deeply penetrated her and seemed to tease the core of
her being. “If that is what you want to do.” He began to walk away
before he stopped and turned toward her again. “I couldn’t help but
sense your fear and I wouldn’t be a proper southern gentleman if I
left you out here all on your own.”
Martina grabbed her handbag from her vehicle, her movements slightly
shaky. “Listen, I think I might have somewhere to go tonight—”
“Where exactly? Back to your asshole step-father who almost succeeded
in rapin’ you? Listen, I can smell the shifter on you and yes, I know
we are also your people but I have never laid a hand on a woman who
didn’t want me to in my whole life. You’ll be safe with me. I’m just
goin’ to Baton Rouge to visit my sister. She has some spare room and a
sofa you can sleep on tonight. The situation will look a lot clearer
tomorrow. How about it, huh?”
She wanted to be suspicious and ask why he was helping her but then
she thought maybe she was having a blonde moment. Perhaps he wouldn’t
be quite as anxious to help her if she were a three hundred pound
woman but deep down, she knew he was a decent person, albeit more
animal than human by a damn sight. Everyone knew Lycans were much more
wolf than their outer visage indicated and that was the precise reason
why they were so dangerous.
“Thanks. I think I will take you up on that offer.”
Jules smiled though it was a completely friendly gesture. “Great. As
you noticed, I’m parked next to you so just hop in. The alarm is off.”
Martina opened the door to the truck. “What the fuck am I doin’?” she
murmured to herself before she closed it behind her.
June 25, 2012
Book Feature: “Mobster’s Girl” by Amy Rachiele
Please welcome to Lizzyland, YA author Amy Rachiele as she shares her debut novel, Mobster’s Girl.
Gripping my chest is the only way to hold myself together or what’s left of me will fall out. The past week has enlightened me on one thing-I don’t care.
Megan, Mobster’s Girl
I didn’t even hesitate. I took two strides and blasted him in the face with my fist. He was ready for it this time-unlike in church. He tried to hit me back but I ducked and smashed him again.
Antonio, Mobster’s Girl
You can’t help what family you’re born into or what lies they keep from you. You can’t help it if they mold and shape you just the way they wanted. Are monsters born or made?
Antonio and Megan have a timeless issue. They were told to stay away from each other. They try, they really do. But they are drawn to each other.
Antonio is eighteen and the up and coming mob boss of Palmetto, New Jersey. Megan is a girl uprooted from the grassy plains of Ireland at the age of five. Now she’s seventeen and faced with horrors she never thought existed.
Available at Amazon
Author Bio:
Amy Rachiele is a military spouse who has spent many years in the family program sector of the National Guard and currently works for the Department of Veteran Affairs. She has worked previously with families facing deployment and separation issues as well as families of the Fallen. She holds a Master’s degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education. Amy devoted 10 years to teaching at-risk students in the Providence School System. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing and is learning to knit. Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son and husband.
Website: http://www.amyrachiele.com
June 24, 2012
War of Gods giveaways – week 1: Damian’s Oracle
In anticipation of the release of “The Grey God,” I’m going to do a new War of Gods giveaway each week!
This week, I’m giving away: Three (3) “Damian’s Oracle” prize packs, which include:
Autographed paperback with the first edition cover (no longer available for sale)
bookmarks
other “Damian’s Oracle” swag!
This giveaway is open INTERNATIONAL!
To enter: obey the rafflecopter!
“Damian’s Oracle” was the book that launched my writing career, making it one of the books closest to my heart. A review of Oracle was featured in USA Today in March 2012, and it’s received exceptional reviews across the blogging community.
Caught in the war between the White and Black Gods, Sofia and her rare gift bring victory to he who grabs her first. Her difficult transition from human to oracle forces her into a new world, where she struggles in her role as Damian’s mate and to help a mysterious man who’s supposed to be dead.
Book I in the War of Gods series.
June 23, 2012
Excerpt 2 from “The Grey God” (War of Gods, Book IV)
This week’s excerpt is below! If you missed last week’s, click here. Normal warnings apply: cursing and typos abound! This will go through two more revisions, so don’t worry about my grammatical abuse.
For those who always want me to write longer books: I think you’ll get your wish with this book. It’ll be my longest yet. 
Excerpt from “The Grey God:”
The hair on the back of Darian’s neck rose suddenly, and his newfound ability to track Watchers and Others pinpointed where the Watcher would appear before it did. He faced the corner, weapons drawn. A moment later, the small, grandfatherly looking Watcher with emerald eyes appeared.
“Hello, ikir,” the Watcher said.
“Watcher.”
“It has been awhile since you have been you. You remember me now.”
Darian cocked his head to the side. “I remember enough to know I never liked you.”
“And we never liked you. You always were a complicated man.” The Watcher offered an empty smile. “Unlike Damian.”
“He’s better suited to be the White God than I ever was,” Darian said. “He lacks my … darkness.”
“It makes you stronger.”
“You’re not here to talk about my shit. What do you want?”
“I admit, I’m surprised you haven’t sent me away. Damian would’ve expelled me by now.”
Darian considered the words, well-aware of the same truth. He should’ve felt something, perhaps gratitude to the man before him, for the Watchers had helped Sofi find him and Bianca heal him. But he felt nothing, not even his brother Damian’s fury at the immortals messing with the mortal world.
“It’s my duty to expel you. As soon as I figure out how, I will,” he said simply.
“Ah, I see. And Others? Will you treat them with the same temporary tolerance?”
“No. Them I don’t like.”
“Good. That will make this a fruitful conversation,” the Watcher said. “I need to know where the Others are and what they’re doing. I believe Damian has a Hunter among his men, but the White God refuses to speak to me anymore.”
“I can find them,” Darian said, watching the Watcher’s reaction closely.
“Others?”
“And Watchers.”
At these words, the Watcher’s smile faded. Its green gaze turned intent, and Darian waited for it to speak again.
“If you really can find Others, you must reveal their locations to me. We will remove them from the planet,” the Watcher said.
“I could,” Darian agreed. “Tell me, Watcher, if I am the Gatekeeper, what gate am I guarding?”
“The one between worlds.”
“Show me.”
“Will you help us rid the earth of the Others?”
“Sure.”
The Watcher held out his hand. Darian took it. They Traveled, and Darian opened his eyes in a place where it was dark and cold.
“There are now two places on earth where we can enter from the immortal world. This is ours. The Others have their own,” the Watcher explained. “Once we are here, we can Travel at will.”
“I take it the portals can never be closed, or you wouldn’t have showed me where it is,” Darian guessed, looking around. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. Opposite the entrance, he saw an area that shimmered darker than the rest of the cave. Snow crunched under foot as he moved closer to the portal.
“Correct,” the Watcher said. “Before your battle with the Other in Ireland, there was only one gateway open. You failed to close it, and now there are two. We can no longer monitor the Others coming into the human world. Does that mean anything to you?”
“I have two gateways to guard. I can do it,” Darian said.
“The Grey God cannot guard two gateways. The war will spread.”
“Do not underestimate me, Watcher.”
“Perhaps you need some motivation to do what you should. This can be arranged.”
“Or you could tell me what you really want from me,” Darian said, not liking the words. Watchers had a reputation in the immortal world as being puppet masters. They’d left the human world alone, until several months ago.
“That’s not our way.” The Watcher motioned to the back of the cave. “Gods, Guardians and Naturals can pass through, too.”
“Keep playing your games,” Darian growled. “Soon, I’ll figure out how to do more than track your kind. Maybe then your ways will change.”
The Watcher continued to ignore him. “Have you never wondered what remains, since regaining your mind?”
Darian stared at the portal, memories swirling through him. The only part of his life that had been good lay beyond the gateway in front of him.
No, he told himself. The good part of his life was gone. Only memories remained. He’d been enslaved before the Schism, and Damian would never speak of what happened to their home. Was it the way he left it? Were the gardens where he was born and the beach where he played as a child still there? If he walked beneath the apple trees in the orchard, would she be waiting for him with her sweet smile, as she had the day they met? As she had the day she betrayed him?
He couldn’t help fearing everything was as he left it, and the only thing truly broken in either world –was him.
June 22, 2012
Book Feature: “Manhunt” by Lillie Spencer
Please welcome to Lizzyland author Lillie Spencer. She’s sharing her romantic suspense novel, “Manhunt”.
Sometimes you have to forget it all to remember what really matters.
Michael Brennan’s life and career come to an abrupt halt when he receives a phone call telling him the love of his life, Nikki Wright, is in the hospital after another attack by her ex-boyfriend Sebastian Cross. Rushing back to Hershey, PA, Michael turns up at Nikki’s hospital bedside covered in Sebastian’s blood and tells her they have to leave immediately. Though her injuries have induced amnesia, Nikki inherently feels she can trust this man with her life. Soon, they find themselves on the run from both their own troubled pasts and authorities hunting for Sebastian’s killer. With each new day and each touch drawing her further into Michael’s embrace, Nikki remembers more about this fugitive she once loved, and who still loves her enough to risk everything to protect her and keep her safe. But can she love a man who just might be a murderer?
Available at:
Author Bio:
Lillie likes to joke that she is a mother, author, and wife – usually in that order. Although she holds a degree in Wildlife Biology, writing has always been her passion. She was a teaching assistant for English Composition and English as a Second Language in college, and wrote countless stories in her free time before she was brave enough to submit one for publication. A preview of Manhunt was an editor’s choice recipient at textnovel.com in 2009, where it is still #10 on their “Most Popular” list, and was a semi-finalist in the Dorchester Next Best Celler (sic) contest. Lillie was also recently awarded an Honorable Mention in the 2011 RWA-Passionate Ink’s Stroke of Midnight competition for her work-in-progress, The Circle, a paranormal romance. When not writing or freezing at soccer games, Lillie loves to cook and play video games with her family.
June 20, 2012
Book Feature: “Crosby the Crab” by Laura Yirak
Please welcome to Lizzyland author Laura Yirak. She’s sharing her fully illustrated children’s book, Crosby the Crab.
Crosby was just another crab living on a tropical beach when a mysterious object washed ashore and sent him on a quest for adventure.
Join Crosby and the ocean friends he meets along the way. What’s in store for this little crab’s destiny?
Available at Amazon
Author Bio:
Laura was born in Scotland and moved to the US in 1991. Writing is her passion. She is currently working on a paranormal romance, always children’s books, and a collection nature themed poems. Her inspiration for her children’s books comes from her two little ones and her adult works–that’s where she likes to swim. Check out her new thriller Kill the Whale.
Blogs:
http://dreamsofdiamondsauthor.blogspot.com/
http://dreamsofdiamondstots.blogspot.com/
@laurayirak on twitter
June 18, 2012
Writings From the Heart Book Feature and Guest Post with Beth Ann Masarik
Today we’re participating in the “Writings From the Heart” book tour with Beth Ann Masarik. Please welcome Beth to Lizzyland:
Hello everyone! Remember me? Back in February, Lizzy was kind enough to host me on the blog tour for my debut novel, The World Among us. Today, I am here to tell you about an anthology that I coordinated called Writings From the Heart: Stories and Poetry From Around the World. It is a YA anthology that consists of both poetry and short stories from 30 different authors. This book reaches countries as far as India and Australia.
Pretty cool huh?
What’s even more awesome about this collection, is that all proceeds made from this book go to the Cohen Children’s Medical Center of NY pediatric cardiology unit. My cardiologist, Dr. Pilgrim, began a new program to help transition young adult patients into the adult program. As a patient myself, I can personally attest to how important and difficult it is to find an adult cardiologist that really understands pediatric cardiac defects.
When I was born in 1984, I was diagnosed with a heart defect called Tetralogy of Fallot. It’s difficult for me to explain, but I was successfully operated on by the wonderful surgeons in the North Shore/LIJ health system, which is one of the top health systems in the world.
Instead of going on about myself, I’d like to share some information with you about one of the contributors to the anthology, and why they contributed to it.
Today, I am featuring poet, Joel Allegretti, who is the author of the “Pig Child” collection.
Joel Allegretti (www.joelallegretti.com) is the author of two full-length volumes from The Poet’s Press: The Plague Psalms (2000) and Father Silicon, selected by The Kansas City Star as one of 100 Noteworthy Books of 2006, a list that included novels by Cormac McCarthy and Thomas Pynchon. In 2010 Poets Wear Prada released his third collection, Thrum, a chapbook of poems and poetic essays about musical instruments.
Allegretti’s poems have appeared in The New York Quarterly, MARGIE, Fulcrum, Voices in Italian Americana, Sentence: A Journal of Prose Poetics and many other national journals, as well as in The Best American Poetry blog.
His fiction has appeared in Think Journal, The Adroit Journal, autolycus: rogue literary journal and Petrichor Machine. His ‘‘Aqua: A Play in One Repeated Act” was a semifinalist in the 2010 KNOCK International Play Contest.
Allegretti’s poetry was the basis of two song cycles by Frank Ezra Levy, whose symphonic work is available in the American Classics series on Naxos.
Allegretti is a member of the Academy of American Poets and ASCAP.
His reason for participating is…‘‘I’m interested in the anthology because of its intended role as a fund raiser for a hospital. In 2008 I had a serious physical accident and was under the care of Kessler Institute for Rehabilitation. As a writer who was hospitalized and steered to recovery by dedicated, capable staff, I’m sympathetic toward a literary project designed to raise money for a medical facility.”
Thank you again Lizzy, for having me on your blog today! Below is purchase information for the anthology.
For more information about me or Literary Lunes, please visit www.bethannmasarik.com, www.literarylunes.com or www.literarylunespublications.com
You can also follow me on twitter at @theworldamongus and @literarylunes
June 16, 2012
Excerpt from “The Grey God” (War of Gods, Book IV)
Ok, here’s the first excerpt from “The Grey God!” As usual: this is the pre-Christine (editor) version, so please ignore typos/grammatical atrocities. Also, this excerpt includes profanity. Enjoy!
Excerpt from “The Grey God:”
Jenn glanced over her shoulder. Calm and alert, Darian had changed again over the course of the two weeks she’d been assigned to the Black God. Though she expected him to continue the rapid cycle of changes, she couldn’t help feeling this metamorphosis was different. She’d watched him go from near-comatose through the teenager stage that nearly drove them all mad to the gym-obsessed warrior trying to understand his place in the world.
But this felt permanent. Little of the darkness that plagued him was visible in his handsome features and gaze. His wiry body was honed and ready to pounce, his golden eyes taking in the world around him with wary curiosity. He’d even learned to watch and think before the wild animal in him reacted.
This was Darian, not the shell of a man whose mind was stuck somewhere else. Like Jonny, he’d grown into what he was virtually overnight.
“So, what do you do around here all day?” Darian asked, taking in the vamps outside the doorway of the Black God’s fortress.
“Try to keep Jonny focused on his vamps and not on dragging me to his bed. Kill a vamp or two when it gets in my way. Burn the bodies of Jonny’s girl-toys. Avoid Xander. Spar. Oh, and try to stay alive,” she summarized. “The vamps only try shit when Jonny and Xander aren’t around. They have a standing order not to touch me, but they can make it look like an accident.”
“Did you say Jonny tried to drag you to his bed?”
“Is that all you heard?” she asked, amused. “He thinks about it too much. I have probably three days until my mind control no longer works on him. And then, it’s up to my wits to keep me alive.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Why would I? This is what I do, Darian. I fuck – and fuck with – dangerous men,” she replied. Jenn leapt the last few feet to the level ground. When she didn’t hear Darian drop behind her, she turned.
He was staring at her hard. His features had grown dark and shuttered. She caught the slightest hint of his memory.
“I remind you of her,” she said. “At least I serve a higher cause than myself.”
“I know that.” His voice was soft, and he shook off the darkness before dropping to the ground beside her. “I know you’re nothing like her. I wouldn’t be here if I thought you would betray me.”
But … she heard the uncertainty in his voice.
“Of the two of us, I’m the better liar,” she said. “You know by now not to trust a woman who lies for a living.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“You sure?” Jenn looked up at him. She took a step closer, waiting for him to back down. The Darian she’d left behind two weeks ago hadn’t resolved his issues with his past. He would’ve turned tale and run.
This Darian held her gaze. He smelled of pine trees and a bonfire, his earthy scent mixed with the softer scent of soap. She couldn’t read his thoughts, but she saw the shadows in his eyes. She’d stood close to him before, normally when he had her in a headlock. This time, their proximity seemed too intimate. The moment stretched on until she grew uneasy. They studied each other, trying to read one another.
“I’m sure, Jenn,” he said at last.
His resolution brought home just how much she didn’t know this Darian. He’d found some level of peace, and he’d grown powerful enough to kill an Other. What took two gods and two Original Beings to do in Ireland, Darian had done on his own. No, he definitely wasn’t the man she’d left in Texas.
He was dangerous in a way that left her certain of two things: being too close to him would probably get her killed. And, if he found out she was meant to be his mate, he’d pursue her with the same determination he pursued Others.
Darian didn’t flee, but suddenly, Jenn wanted to.
The Grey God stepped around her, striding towards the door to Jonny’s fortress. Jenn shivered involuntarily as a cool breeze replaced his body heat. She watched him, unable to identify why she felt the loss of more than his warmth. She had to keep pushing him away, or she wasn’t the only one who’d probably end up dead in a few days.
She just had to drive him off before he found out.
June 14, 2012
Cover Reveal: The Grey God (Book IV, War of Gods series)
Here’s the cover. Isn’t it awesome? The eyes look so real! Another stunner by Dafeenah of Indie Designz. I know you’re all wondering – ACK! WHERE’S THE BOOK, LIZZY?
It’ll be out probably in another 3-4 weeks. I’ve got to take a short break after the past few weeks of travel/shows to take care of some things and follow-up with a few opportunities I’ve run into the past few weeks. I’m looking at rearranging the rest of my publishing schedule this year to make more room for a couple of initiatives I want to launch. So, I might be delaying a couple of books until next year. More on that later; I’ve got to figure it all out, first! “The Grey God”, “Kiera’s Sun”, “Gabriel’s Hope”, and a couple of Witchling books (“Dark Summer” and “Autumn Storm”) are still on my MUST RELEASE list.
I’m sorry for the delay but do appreciate your patience. It’ll be worth it! In the meantime, I’ll post a couple of excerpts, starting this weekend.
June 13, 2012
Book Feature: “Guardians of the Word Series” by Jolea M. Harrison
Please welcome to Lizzyland author Jolea M. Harrison. She’s sharing the latest release in her Guardians of the Word Series, Legend, which was released June 4th. Chosen (Guardians of the Word) book one 
in the series, is currently available for free download on Amazon.
Dynan Telaerin lives within a shell of his own making, a place devoid of light. Every moment is a struggle to rediscover who he is. After barely surviving the loss of his twin brother, Dynan is forced to run farther and submerge his identity deeper than ever before. Legend is the story of his survival, how he discovers a reason to want to live and where he learns that dreams can be real. But there are no guarantees, for with each action an equal and opposite reaction occurs. There are nightmares to consider and souls to be lost.
To protect him, and give him time to heal, Dynan is sent to a place that is forbidden by the laws he’s supposed to uphold. It’s a calculated risk that he needs the anonymity Cadal can provide. The danger is weighed against the odds he’ll be discovered – by the people of this backward planet, by allies who would use this infraction against him, or by an enemy who would see him dead.
The plans so carefully arranged soon start to unravel when Dynan meets the girl of his dreams – dreams that he doesn’t remember until they walk up to him, living, breathing and beautiful. Preordained by the Gods, their attraction to each other is unstoppable. From the moment of acceptance the difficulties set before them stand in the way of their desire to be together. There are enemies, known and unknown, lurking in the outer reaches, and one, who as promised, intends to destroy everyone Dynan cares about.
Maralt Adaeryn has plans of his own and none of them end with happily ever after.
Available at Amazon
Other books in the Guardians of the Word Series:
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The Guardians of the Word is an epic fantasy, science fiction amalgam that tells the story of Dynan Telaerin and his ancestor’s long struggle to rid the world of evil. Beyond the barrier lies the heart of deception, trapping the world in a repeating cycle of devastation, rebirth and then destruction once again, every thousand years. For countless cycles knowledge is destroyed, the words of truth lost to future generations until one young man, the First King of Cobalt sacrifices his eternal soul to remain. He brings lost knowledge forward in time to his ancestors, Dynan and Dain, who like him, are telepathic twin brothers. It is their destiny to finally break the cycle, or die in the attempt, damning the world to the final darkness, for in their time, the Gods are weakened, the demon prevails and unless it is defeated once and for all, will remain to rule in domination and terror.
The Chronicles are Chosen, Myth, Telepath, Legend, Union, Adept, Seer, and King.
About the Author:
I started my writing career in earnest about 10 years ago when I set out to finish my epic series, The Guardians of the Word, which is eight books in length. I decided to publish and got it together enough to manage it in June, 2011. It’s been more than worth it, and I’ve enjoyed every minute, but especially getting to know the incredibly helpful and wonderful people I’ve met because I took a leap of faith.
I’m a writer, a mother and manager of chaos. I try to do too many things at once, like so many of us, but it all usually works out. I love writing. It’s what I’m passionate about and what I want to do above all other things.
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