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Friday Fumble: Olivia Starke

Today on my blog I have the lovely Olivia Starke, talking about her new release Project Terminal: Legacy.




Coming July 15thto Beachwalk Press and your favorite ebook retailer! And be sure to follow my virtual book tour 07/15/13-08/02/13 with Shades of Rose Marketing ! I’ll have a Rafflecopter giveaway for a $25 gift card to winner’s choice of Amazon or Barnes & Noble PLUS a free ecopy of Project Terminal: Legacy. For information on where I’ll be, drop by my website www.authoroliviastarke.com OR Shades of Rose Marketing .

WHY ZOMBIES?What is it about zombies that we love so much? Seriously, we’re talking about walking rotting corpses out to steal our brains and souls. But we flock to theaters so they can scare us out of our wits, and we fangirl/fanboy television series centering on them. Maybe they are sort of like ghosts—it’s the promise of an afterlife we seek (be it kinda not ideal.) Maybe we just need a new thrill in a predictable world.I admit, I love zombies. I love zombie movies, and I used to fangirl The Walking Dead. The scariest movie of all time, for me anyway, is Night of the Living Dead—my must see yearly Halloween movie. And don’t get me started on how much I adore Shaun of the Dead! In my Project Terminal series, my corpses aren’t exactly dead, but they are everything a zombie should be. A bit icky, a bit smelly, and of course out to kill the living. I hope you enjoy!

PROJECT TERMINAL: LEGACY Book 1 Zombies and super soldiers? Laura is the one hope for a world gone Hollywood crazy.In only a matter of hours Laura Swift has been bitten by a zombie, rescued by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Foreboding, and thrown into a world gone Hollywood crazy. She has no choice but to follow Damian into his underworld of manipulated viruses and genetically altered super soldiers. Even as her life hangs in the balance, she can't deny the attraction she feels for the incredibly sexy and thoroughly imposing Infantryman. Damian Gonsalves believes he has a cure for the virus changing innocent people into bloodthirsty undead. Within Laura is the key to stopping the horrific plague. All he has to do is keep her alive and safe, and stay one step ahead of those pursuing them. Her stubbornness frustrates him to no end, while her body drives him to distraction.When they discover the secret behind Project Terminal, will they survive long enough to help stop the unleashed horror? Or will they just be two more victims of a virus threatening all of humanity?


Content Warning : graphic sex, strong language, and violence Excerpt : "Four more hours. We have to prepare."Laura went cold. "Prepare?""The progression will snowball from here." His voice dead, he continued to stare at some unseen view.He'd kissed her with such passion, now he spoke without emotion. How could someone do such a turnabout? The lousy bastard. Rage, white hot in intensity, shot through her, her head swimming with it."Maybe you're just stupid, Damian. Stupid for allowing a zombie thing to attack me. I wouldn't be dying if it wasn't for you. You deserve this, not me." Her fists balled at the injustice of it all. "You should die for this."She sucked in wheezing breaths, unable to fill her lungs, and fell back on her butt. Her eyes widened, searching a darkened corner of the room, a distorted face appearing from the shadows. It grinned with broken, yellowed teeth, its eyes glowing in the dimness.She gagged over raw terror. "Oh my God, I saw something over there." She scrambled backward. "Damian, one of those things is in here."* * * * Damian glanced around the sparsely furnished room. Other than a few flies and mosquitoes buzzing around them they were alone.He closed his eyes, the weight of guilt pressing down making it difficult to speak. "We're alone, Laura. Nobody else is in here."The night wore on, and fits of anger mingled with her confusion. Several times he'd had to prevent her from dashing out the door. He paced the confines of the living room, waiting for the last of the madness to run its course. Laura lay on the floor, lashing out toward some unseen attacker, before her breathing became rapid, labored pants. White foam bubbled from her mouth.He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning away. He'd become disillusioned with the system he'd given his life to shortly after discovering they'd screwed up royally in creating the virus. In a lab he'd watched a man succumb to it, changing into a soulless corpse. It'd been horrific the first time he'd witnessed it. Afterward Headquarters had assigned him to track down an infected woman outside of the facility. It was his duty as a super soldier to clean up their mistakes. Now he wanted nothing more than to see the lab destroyed, something he should've done in the first place. He should've listened to Doug and Max, two of the doctors from the early days of the project. Their warnings had come to pass, but he'd been a stubborn, misinformed jackass.Curled in the fetal position, Laura looked like a sick child, fragile and broken. His throat constricted, even though it was ridiculous to have feelings for someone you didn't know. He was military, Army Infantry, for Christ's sake, he knew how to pull a trigger without regret.Laura rolled onto her back, staring toward the ceiling with glassy eyes. Despite the tremulous hold she had on life, she was already dead.He existed as a government killing machine—an automaton they'd designed. Nothing more. He'd given his humanity away to the project. He wasn't much better than the corpses he hunted."I'm so sorry this happened to you, baby. You were right, I deserved this, not you."His vision blurred when he stared down the barrel, the silencer aimed squarely between her eyes, his heart beating a crazed rhythm in his chest. His finger squeezed ever so slightly on the trigger. Outside a mourning dove called to its mate, a haunting song echoing in the room. He recalled a story from his youth about how a dove would arrive to carry a person's soul to the afterlife. If he believed in anything but the here and now, in that moment he would've thought it true.Laura's mouth gaped open, strangled noises escaping her throat, seizures taking her into death throes.He lowered his arm and thumped the butt of his gun against his thigh, waiting for the monster to appear. When she became the undead, when she moved to attack him, he'd have the power to destroy her. She deserved one last try to get the best of him. Maybe it wasn't Laura anymore, but he'd honor the fighting spirit within her. She'd never get past him, but if she took a piece of him in the process he'd have an excuse to end the whole goddamned thing here, in this stinking house. If he ever got infected his duty would be to put a bullet in his own head.Laura's body stilled, her eyelids drifting closed.Any moment…Her eyes popped wide open, her back arching. She sucked in a breath as if surfacing from deep waters. He turned his body sideways, leveling his gun in dead aim, waiting for the corpse to lunge.
"Damian?"

More Praise

I'm so pleased to say I've recieved more early praise for Beneath the Surface!

This one is via Ripe For Readers blog.

Thank you!

More Praise

I'm so pleased to say I've recieved more early praise for Beneath the Surface!

This one is via Ripe For Readers blog.

Thank you!

Early Review

So pleased to say that within 36 hours of Beneath the Surface going on NetGalley I got a 5 star review! It's over on Made For You Book Review!
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ARC's

ARC 's of Beneath the Surface are now available to request of Net Galley.

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ARC's

ARCs of Beneath the Surface are now up on NetGalley.

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Pre Order

Kobo has Beneath the Surface up for pre order!

Everywhere else should follow very soon!

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Pre Orders

Kobo has Beneath the Surface up for pre order.

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Everywhere else should follow soon :D

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Achievements

Today, I achieved something I never imagined I would ever do. I ran, and completed the Bupa Manchester 10k race.
I was so nervous, as I've only been running for 7mths. It was a sport I never dreamed I'd enjoy, though now I'm well and truly addicted. I've found the clarity after a good run helps with my writing too. It's certainly helped me to lose 55lbs so far!
I'm not great by any stretch of the imagination, but I did it! I have my medal, my T-shirt and the red-faced pictures to prove it.

Friday Fumble with Victoria Blisse

Today, I have the lovely Victoria Blisse, talking about her new release, Rob & Lou's Wild Weekends.




Excerpt:
 “I told you this was a fucking bad idea,” I yelled. “How the hell did I let you convince me to go camping on a bank holiday?” “If I remember rightly, you were the one who suggested borrowing my brother’s tent.”  Rob pulled the door flaps closed and shook the water off his anorak. “I was just being polite,” I grumbled. “I didn’t think he’d actually lend it to us.”“And they’ve taken the kids for the long weekend. We really shouldn’t grumble.”  “But it’s cold and it’s wet and it’s miserable and I want to go home.”“Well, Lou, we could do that but—” “But what?” I threw my hands in the air. “Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this.”“Well, no, that’s not it. It’s just that, erm, well. Just look out the tent flap and check out the car.” I muttered and mumbled, shot evils at my darling husband, and crawled past him to look out into the storm. He passed me a torch so I could see into the murk. It wasn’t really late, but the storm had brought darkness early, and even though it was the middle of August, it felt like a dark, oppressive winter night.  I’d told Rob it would be a bad idea. It would rain, I’d be cold, but he didn’t listen. He wanted to go on a grand adventure. Something deep inside him ached to sleep under the stars, separated from nature by a bit of whippy canvas. Being the good and loving wife I am, I gave in. Also, Rob’s brother and his girlfriend had happily acquiesced to have our kids for the weekend, so I was looking forward to some adult alone time, even if it did mean I had to wear my thermals in the middle of summer.When I spied our well-loved family car standing where we parked it, surrounded by a quagmire of mud, I really did wish I’d persuaded Rob to stay at home and just pretend we went camping. We’d not be stuck in the wild in the middle of a thunderstorm then.  We’d be rolling around in bed, eating snacks we don’t let the children eat, and fucking with abandon. “Fuck.” I cursed. “I told you we should have parked it in the car park.”“You did no such thing,” Rob exclaimed. “You dragged me in here and fucked my brains out.”He was quite right, I had. Well, he looked all sexy with his sweat-beaded brow. I’d enjoyed watching him pitch the tent. It involved a lot of bending over, and my husband has a bloody gorgeous arse. I spent my time pretending to help, but really I was ogling his body and thinking wicked thoughts about having my way with him. So, instead of telling him we needed to park on the tarmac at the car park, I kissed him and pulled him into the tent. I didn’t strip him, I just opened his trousers. I had to struggle out of my own jeans so I could only watch him stroke his cock for a frustratingly long time, but as soon as I could I climbed on top of him. I pushed him down and straddled his waist. The scent of the crushed grass, mixed with his musk was so primal that it added excitement to what we were doing. I pushed down until I felt him stretch me. It was a heady mix and made me feel connected to nature in some kind of primitive way.

Blurb: 
Hold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.
Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.
Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.
Buy links and more info: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/rob-lous-wild-weekends
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