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Monthly Archives: April 2013

Eternal Heiress … Definitely on my TBR List

27 Saturday Apr 2013

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Picture1My guest is Charlene Roberts, a fellow author with Double Dragon Publishing.  Charlene graciously agreed to be interviewed (poor dear!)  You’ll meet Charlene in more detail after the interview, so….

What is your greatest temptation:

            In men:

I love the tall, dark and handsome men, but there have been a couple of blond-haired men that have captured my interest (Alexander Skarsgaard and Chris Hemsworth for example).   WOOHOO for Alexander Skarsgaard!

But my greatest temptation is how men flirt. I know, it sounds cliché, but when a man makes an effort to get my attention, I want to know what he can do. Having a deep baritone voice doesn’t hurt either!

            In food:

Chocolate will always be my weakness! (lol) But lately it’s become my regular, instead of sinful, indulgence. So I’ll need to put the mystery back into it by cutting back.

I’m also a tea girl. I drink tea for every emotion I’m going through – happy, sad, angry, depressed. Tea has always been my “comfort” drink.

Regarding actual food, I’m a sucker for sushi – I can’t remember who introduced me to it, but I’ve been hooked ever since, and I’m talking about 15 years now. I’ll eat almost anything in a sushi restaurant.

            In clothes:

Luckily I don’t spend my paycheque on clothes, but my greatest temptation would be—jeans. Yeah I know, it sounds lame, but I love my jeans. I have bought a few pairs over the $100 mark in the past, but as much as I love them, I still can’t justify spending over $200 on denim.  Right now I have quite a few GAP jeans in my closet.

What is your greatest weakness (example: buying shoes)?

It used to be shoes, until I bought a pair that hurt my feet so much that I now take a step back and scrutinize each purchase before buying them. (A shame isn’t it?)

At the moment, my weakness is books and DVDs. Who would have thought? I’ll buy clothes when I need them, but when I go into an HMV store and see the thousands of titles on sale I’m a kid in a candy store!

If you could have any kind of car, what would it be?

A Jaguar; not the new ones that are out, a vintage one. It has the power, speed and elegance that  I love in a car.  Yes!  A Jaguar XKE

Your dream home – mountains or ocean?slide2

Wow, this is a tough one! (lol) Mountains offer a breathtaking view of forest and sky and a changing of the seasons. But an ocean means I can run to the beach, go for a swim and take a boat out.

I think I’ll have to go with a dream home by the ocean, because my home would be located someplace warm and I’m all about warm weather these days!

What inspired you to become a writer?

A friend of mine, who needed help in typing her novel (one a typewriter!) As I read her story, I thought that it would be fun to write a story, and attended a writers’ workshop with her. That was almost 15 years ago and I still love to write and make up stories.

Do you have a daily writing routine?  If so, please share.

Unfortunately not at the moment. In the past, I would spend a couple of hours each night writing as I’m a night owl. However, my full-time job has taken up more of my personal time, to the point where, when I get home, I’m too tired to write.

I have been using my Blackberry Torch cellphone to write; it has MS Word on it and the Torch is a full-screen phone, so when I’m on the bus or train and I’m lucky to get a seat, I can work on my stories while going to and from work.

I am working on putting together a schedule to get back into regular writing. It will consist of 1-2 hours in the evening, and about 3 hours each on the weekends. I realize that I have to start slow first before building up to more hours, because if I don’t, I’ll screw up my schedule by doing too much at once. And I’m very good at over-loading my schedules! J

What is your favorite book?

It would be showdown between Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden series and George Martin’s Game of Thrones Series, and the Lord of the Rings. But if I had to pick only one book that I could read over and over, it would be Harry Dresden. When fantasy elements are combined with a regular guy who talks about his everyday life (i.e. trying to meet girls and also fight vampires) makes for a funny combination. I love the series and have all the books.

What is your favorite movie?

Man, these are some tough questions! I would have to say Lord of the Rings. I don’t get bored watching it over and over, and the visuals are just stunning! Even after all this time, I can’t get over how exceptional this movie is. Hats off to Peter Jackson!!

Who is your favorite historical figure?

Honestly, there are just too many to choose from. But when I think about those who have written plays, music, books, the first person that comes to my mind is Shakespeare. Although I had studied his plays in high school, our teacher had never fully portrayed this genius’ potential. I had discovered that when watching movies based on his plays (Kenneth Branaugh is the best interpreter of Shakespeare’s plays into movies.) When I watched one of these movies (Hamlet), I thought ‘Oh my gosh, that’s how it’s done!’ Literally, a lightbulb went off in my head. Do you know since that moment, I’ve actually picked up a Shakespearian play and read it? I think it was King Richard. When I finally understood how to decipher this magnificent man’s plays, I couldn’t wait to find other plays and read them. 

In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him?

I would have to say Gabriel Roberts, Earl Allen, in my Regency erotica A GENTLEMAN’S SAVIOR. He is a very rich man, but he had also fought in the Napoleonic Wars and bears the scars to prove it. He’s not a dandy, but knows the upper crust social niceties of the Regency. He’s emotionally and physically confident and loves his wife immensely. He’s my kind of hero.

Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her?

It has to be Tari Merytmut in my urban fantasy ETERNAL HEIRESS. I love heroines who can defend themselves, but who can also defend the weak and vulnerable too. She is impulsive at times, but she’s not naïve either – a great combination in my eyes. Tari is very independent, but also recognizes that if she needs help, she’s not ashamed to ask for it. She can be very stubborn and hates to think that she’s weak, so when she finds herself in a situation that’s out of her control, Tari has a very hard time dealing with it.

Do you write better in your hero’s or your heroine’s POV?

It’s so hard to say, because I enjoy both! Being a woman, I can write more about what a heroine would go through in certain situations. But with a guy, it’s a whole new ballgame! How would he feel if he was in the same situation as a woman? I’ve talked to a couple of male colleagues about what they might or might not do in given circumstances, and do you know, their answers are just as varied as women’s? It’s fantastic.

I’m working on a story that is mostly from the hero’s POV and it’s great to have the chance to think outside of the box. I also have some books that my mom reads that are written for men (action stories), so I’ll read a couple to get a sense of a deeper male’s POV.

What do you have out now?  Excerpt, blurb, book trailers

My most recent release is an urban fantasy called ETERNAL HEIRESS. It started out as a general thought which was “if Napoleon was given a second chance, what would he do?” and developed into a story which surprised me with its direction. I had a lot of fun developing the plot and doing the research on this novel.

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Tari Merytmut, adopted at age five and trained in the arts of swordsmanship, has made it her duty to track and kill the demons that suddenly infest her city. Under the watchful eye of her guardian angel, Tari travels to the remote mountain temple of her adopted father to learn of her past. From glittering cosmopolitan cities to the ancient tombs hidden beneath the hot, arid Egyptian desert, she discovers that a famous French general who sold his soul to Satan is plotting to steal her ancestor’s secret to complete his domination of the planet. Tari will do everything it takes to stop him – even if it means going to Hell.

 EXCERPT:     TORONTO, CANADA

Tari placed the binoculars down carefully beside her and looked up into the black sky.  No moon, and the stars were faint pinpricks of light.

It was a good night for a hunt.

Tari slowly let her gaze travel from the single-story bungalow to her left, across to the mansion where Senator Patricia Fleming sat with her back to the large bay window, and to the well-lit house to her right, where a raucous party had ended an hour ago.

The immediate vicinity now resided in silence, broken by the occasional rustle of leaves dancing in the cool breeze.  The only source of light came from the senator’s ornate desk lamp and the streetlamps along Victoria Boulevard.

Tari wasn’t even sure that anything would happen.  The eventual attack on the senator was based on a hunch, and for a fleeting moment, she was worried that a different person would be the victim of another vicious ambush.

But she felt sure of her instinct.  For the past several weeks, high-profile government officials have died under mysterious and savage circumstances.  One murder may have passed Tari’s scrutiny, but not three.  And the manner in which the third person died—stomach ripped to shreds and the head torn off and placed on a desk—was more than enough to set her internal alarms ringing.

It sure smelled of demon work.

A faint scream caught Tari’s attention.  Looking through the senator’s window, she saw the woman stand up, holding her hands in front of her face just as the room went dark.

Not good.

Tari launched herself forward, gaining speed as she focused on the window sixty feet away.  The senator’s screams increased into a high-pitched crescendo of utter terror as Tari crashed through the window feet first, landing solidly on the large wooden desk.  Senator Fleming had backed herself into a corner to the right, her hands still raised.

Tari’s sharp eyesight spotted the disfigured menace as it scuttled backwards to crouch several feet away.  A shadow that was slightly darker than the blackness within the room, it was the size of a well-built Rottweiler.  Except that this animal could stand on two legs, as it did now, and had bony hands with needle-sharp claws, which the demon flexed as it prepared to charge.

The horrid stench of sulphur and sewage made Tari’s eyes water, but she angrily blinked the tears away.  “Senator, don’t move,” she called out.

The senator’s screams had diminished to a soft whimpering, but Tari heard furtive movements behind her—the woman was ready to bolt.

“Senator Fleming, I said—”

Glass crunched as the terrified woman ran for the window.  The demon tracked her progress, but kept its glowing yellow eyes on Tari, as if waiting.

A sharp intake of breath, then the powerful scent of copper and iron as blood flowed.  Against her better judgment, Tari glanced over her shoulder—

—Then immediately turned around, her swords in both hands as the demon leaped.  Crossing her blades into an ‘X’, she slashed outwards, the sharp steel connecting with each skinny arm and slicing them off as she ducked.  The demon sailed over her, out the window and into the backyard.

The senator, thank God, had had the good sense to hunker down below the windowsill.  This was their chance.  “Come on,” Tari whispered urgently, grabbing hold of the woman’s arm and hauling her up to her feet.  “Let’s get moving.”

She obliged, allowing Tari to drag her out of the room and into a dark hallway.  All the lights were out.  “Which way to the front door?” she whispered.

“T–Turn l-l-left,” Senator Fleming stammered.  She was in shock.  Tari couldn’t blame her.

She sheathed one of her swords and, holding the other in front of her, found her way to the large oak door.  “Do you have a car?”  When the senator didn’t answer, Tari shook her slightly.  “A car.  Do you have one?”

“Yeah.  It’s in the public garage down the street, about three blocks away.”

“Shit.  ” Opening the door, Tari looked around quickly—nothing was in sight.  “Come on.  We’ve got to hurry.”

“What was that thing?  A dog?” Senator Fleming asked as the two women hastened down the street.  Although the streetlamps were still functional, they didn’t offer enough light and were too far apart to slow down the demon.  Their only chance was within the brightly lit fluorescent building, three long blocks away.

“I’ll explain later when I get you out of here,” Tari told her.  “Keep moving.”

Smelling blood, Tari glanced at the senator’s hand.  “How’s the cut?”

“What?  Oh, okay I guess.”  She held it up, covered in a blue and red material.  “I tied it off with my scarf.”

It would have to do for now.  “I’ll take a look at it when we get to your car.”

A sharp scraping noise behind her and to her left brought Tari’s gaze around to find the armless demon trotting after them, feet dragging on the road’s tarmac, and its thick black ichor trailing behind it like some oil slick.

“We’ll have to make a run for it,” Tari said softly.  “Don’t look back!” she cautioned, as Senator Fleming tried to look over her shoulder.  “Kick your shoes off.”

The woman did so, flinging one high-heeled pump in front of her, then the other.  Without waiting for Tari’s signal, she jogged, picking up speed as she headed for the parking lot.

Smart lady, Tari mused as she raced behind her, glancing frequently over her shoulder at the demon, which did its best to catch up.  It let out a long, low bellow, and by the amount of blood blackening the street, Tari guessed it was almost dead.  Good riddance.

The lot was deserted; a sign on the booth stated that the attendant was taking a break and to please wait for the attendant’s return.

“Fuck that,” Tari stated, hopping the bar and helping the senator over.

“God damn it!  I forgot my purse and the keys are in it!” Senator Fleming exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll hotwire it.”

They hurried upstairs to the third level, Tari reflecting on Murphy’s Law and how their means of transportation was the furthest away from the exit.

“There,” the senator said, panting heavily from her exertion.  “The sky-blue Lexus parked in the corner.”

She ran towards her vehicle, but Tari slowed down, one sword up, the other clearing its sheath with a whispered hiss.  She did a 360 degree turn, her steps light and deliberate.

That stench was here, on this floor.

Tari watched as the senator punched in the code to open her door, then got in and slammed it shut.  She stared at Tari with fearful eyes, and then looked down, her hands all over the wheel and dashboard.  She was trying to figure out how to take it apart.  Good girl—it would keep her busy.

A raspy snarl came from the stairwell, and Tari turned to face the killer, her swords in front of her, bright and itching to carve some demon ass. The demon came straight for her, glancing briefly at the senator when she belted out a short scream, its sharpness muffled within the car’s interior.

Tari knew that even without its arms, it would still have a few tricks lurking behind its fiendish yellow eyes.  Even so, she barely got her swords up to protect herself as the demon opened its mouth, emitting a shaft of hell-light straight for her head.  The sulphuric-smelling aura deflected towards a nearby SUV, shattering its windows and scorching the entire side to burnt ash.

Then the demon leaped for her, its taloned feet outstretched and ready to tear her face off.  She dove to one side, her swords up and swinging.  One of them struck flesh and bone.  With a thin scream of pain, the demon fell with a hard crash.  But before Tari could move in for the kill, it was up on its one remaining leg and hopping towards the Lexus and the now frantic Senator, who was beating at the steering wheel with her fists.  It wanted to complete its mission.

Tari ran after it, the larger samurai sword raised in her left clenched fist, the smaller female version poised and ready to strike if she missed in her first attack.

The first cut almost took the demon’s head off, while the second sword finished the job.  Its body slowly crumpled to the ground, while the head rolled under a car next to the senator’s.

Tari fished the head out, pierced her sword into its maw, and rummaged for the holy water nestled in her pocket.  Uttering a blessing, she sprinkled the demon head, watching carefully as it dissolved into smoke and ash, and finished the job with the rest of its body.

Satisfied, she turned back to the senator, whose wide blue eyes were glazed over in shock.  She pulled on the driver’s side door, but it was locked.  “Senator Fleming, open the door please.”

“Just who the hell are you?” the senator shouted.  “And what the fuck was that thing?”

Tari exhaled a soft sigh of exasperation.  “If you open the door, I’ll explain it all to you.  Besides, we need to get out of here.”

“I’m not opening this door until you tell me what’s going on!”

Tari shrugged.  She had expected as much and knew that Senator Fleming would change her mind soon enough.  “Suit yourself.  I’m not hanging around out here exposed.”  She started towards the stairs.  “Good luck getting your car started.”

Tari took five steps before she heard the door open and the senator call out, “Wait!  Please!”

She turned around to see that Senator Fleming had stepped out of the Lexus, her gaze darting around furtively.  “Are you sure there’s no more of those animals around?”

“No, I’m not sure—that’s why we need to go now.”  Tari moved towards the car; the senator scooted over to let her sit in the driver’s seat.  Locking the door, Tari smashed the casing surrounding the ignition, and in a few short minutes, had the luxury car humming.

“Where are we going?”

“Some place safe.”  Tari pulled out her cell phone and hit a number.

It picked up on the first ring.  “Talk to me,” a deep, masculine voice answered.

“I’ve got her.”

“Any problems?”

“No.  It was a low class fiend, which was surprising since—”

In the distance, several low howls reverberated throughout the parking lot.  Tari hesitated, listening.

“What was that?” Senator Fleming whispered.

Tari shook her head.  She lowered the window slightly, pressing her other ear up against the crack.  There it was again.  “Zach, you hear that?”

“Yeah.  Get your pretty backside in gear.  Where are you?”

She gave him the location, and then listened to his last minute instructions.  Pulling a wireless Bluetooth earphone out of her pocket, she secured the small device into her ear, while clipping the cell onto her belt.  “Fasten your seatbelt, Senator,” Tari advised, doing the same.  “We’re not out of this yet.”

With a growl, the Lexus peeled out of its parking spot, tires squealing as they fought for traction.  A sharp turn to the left had them on the ramp leading down to the next level.  As she gunned the motor, speeding towards the next ramp, Tari noticed several black figures racing and weaving amongst the parked cars, coming straight for them.

“Stay down, Senator,” Tari told her.

“Oh my God!” the senator yelled.  She curled up into a ball, keeping her head down and covered with her arms.

Tari gave a sharp flick of her wrists; the car responded beautifully, turning a 180 before heading down the next ramp.

“Zach, where are you?”

“Heading east on Rosedale Drive.  Almost there—ETA four minutes.”

“You’d better make that two.”

One more level to go.  As Tari made the last turn, something heavy landed on the roof, scraping the metal with an ear-splitting screech.

Senator Fleming was trying to scream, but the only sounds that came out of her mouth were hyperventilated breaths, as if she had been running a marathon.  But she kept herself down and out of the way.

“Hang on!”  Tari slammed on the brakes; the car stopped abruptly and the back end lifted off the ground.  The demon flipped head over tail in front of her, landing several feet away.  In moments, it got to its feet, but it was shaking its head, stunned.  Without waiting for an introduction, Tari put pedal to the metal,  The demon shrieked as 2,500 pounds of luxury vehicle ran over it, turning it into sludge.

Zooming down the last ramp before hitting street level, Tari glanced in the rearview mirror—three demons, all of them closing fast.

“Zach, three stinkers are on my tail.”

“Forty-five seconds, gorgeous.  You come on out, and I will take care of the rest.”

Before the Lexus hit the street, Tari had the steering wheel locked in a hard right.  The car skidded, its back end losing purchase before correcting itself.  Fifty feet away, Zach’s black Ford pickup was a menacing shadow sitting in the middle of the street, the headlights twin beacons illuminating their hellish nightmare.

“Whenever you’re ready, sunshine!” Tari called out, driving past and then slamming on the brakes.  She decided to stay in the car to keep Senator Fleming occupied; normally, she would be out there backing Zach up.

Three shots in quick succession, followed by three piercing shrieks of agonizing pain as the area lit up in a dazzling display of light.  Zach did have that kind of effect, after all.

“All clear,” he stated over the Bluetooth.

“We’re okay now, senator,” Tari said gently, placing her hand on the woman’s shoulder.

Senator Fleming took a deep breath before looking up.  Tari couldn’t see her face, but the smell of fear was potent.  “Are you sure?”

“Sure as I am sitting beside you.”

Senator Fleming slowly uncurled herself, her spine cracking as it settled into place.  She looked out the window, and then behind her, letting out a short scream as Zach suddenly appeared at the window.  “It’s okay.  Zach’s a friend of mine.  He took care of the other de—I mean animals.”

Her eyes were wide.  “How can you be sure?  How do you know there aren’t more of those—things—running loose?”

“Believe me; Zach has a nose for this business.”  Tari rolled down the window as Zach leaned over, his blond hair falling across his pale features.  “Everyone okay?” he asked.

“Yes, thanks to you.  You did cut it a little close, though.”

“You know me—I love making the dramatic entrance, saving the damsel in distress.”  He spared a quick glance at Senator Fleming before casting his gaze across the car.  He whistled.  “Sweet ride.  Hers?”

“Yes, Mr. Discreet.”  Tari smiled.  “But I will say that the car handled like a dream.”

“I have to get back to my office.”

Tari and Zach watched Senator Fleming, who was rubbing her injured hand.  “I need to get my purse, my house keys are in it—”

“Senator, it’s too dangerous to go back.”

“I need my purse, damn it!”

Tari recognized the first signs of shock setting in.  “Listen, how about if Zach got it for you?  Just tell us where it is.”

The woman shook her head, slowly at first, then more vigorously.  The second sign—denial—was kicking in.  “No, I can do it myself.  Just take me back.”

Tari released the steering wheel and placed her hands on her lap.  “You know we can’t do that.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because we don’t know if there are more demons roaming in the area,” Zach replied.

“There are no such things as demons!  Those were—were mutant dogs or something!”  The senator was becoming more agitated by the minute, and Tari knew that if it continued she would have to subdue her—gently, of course.

“Okay, they’re mutant dogs.”  Tari glanced at Zach and shrugged.  “Just how do you propose getting back to your office, on foot, if there are more of these ‘dogs’ about?  They’ll pick up your scent and hunt you down.  This is why I’m suggesting that my friend get your purse and anything else you’ll need.”

Tari had to give Senator Fleming credit—she thought about the idea for about four seconds.  “No.”

And then the inevitable question.  “Just who are you, anyway?”

“Tari Merytmut.  T he gentleman beside me is Zachariah.”

He swept her a bow.  “A pleasure, Senator Fleming.”

“And you were at my office because—?”

“Because three of your colleagues are dead.  And you were ambushed once before.”

Senator Fleming reached up to turn on the overhead light, and looked at Tari closely.  “How did you know that?”

“It’s our business to know.  Now, before we get all cozy in the car, I’m going to take you some place safe.  And—” Tari warned, when the woman was about to speak.  “Zach will get your belongings.  End of discussion.”

Where can we find you?  (Social media, web site, etc.)

Website: http://www.charlenelroberts.wordpress.com

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4333577.Charlene_Roberts

Buy Link:  http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-77115-064-5

I know, pretty sad isn’t it? A friend of mine has finally convinced me to explore Twitter, and while I’m on Facebook, I don’t have an author page. I’m not the type to blog a lot about myself, but my friends have told me that if I don’t, who’s going to know about my books? So I’ll be working to increase my exposure.

Bio: Charlene Roberts lives in Toronto, Canada. Her writing career started after helping a friend type her historical novel. When she became a member of the Toronto Romance Writers, she pursued her love of the written word for over 10 years before making her first sale, and hasn’t stopped.

She has worked as a Script Supervisor, Book Reviewer for Romantic Times, modelled and now works as an Administrative Assistant at a consulting company. However her love of creating stories for others to read and enjoy still remains her first and foremost passion.

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Fate: Timeless Trilogy, Book 1

25 Thursday Apr 2013

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SBB Fate Banner (2)Welcome Tallulah Grace!  Your trilogy promises to be a great read!  Today, though, you introduce us to Fate, and your heroine Kristina Collins.  I wish I had an opportunity to interview you.  I’d love to know more about your heroes and heroines in this trilogy.  But alas…let’s get on with the show!

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Death stalks Kris in dreams and in reality. The target of a cunning serial killer, Kris must defend her life and her love. Visions prepare her for what’s coming, but is knowledge enough to change the future? Or will demented mania claim victory over fated love?

The good things in life are coming together for Kristina Collins. She’s found her ideal home, her career is on track for mega success and the man of her dreams has finally come back into her life.

In Fate, the first installment of the Timeless Trilogy, Kris Collins discovers the benefits and risks of having precognitive visions while being stalked by a serial killer. Her friends can’t help her, the FBI can’t save her; she must save herself.

The Timeless Trilogy heroines, Kristina, Veronica and Cassandra, each deal with paranormal abilities as they discover and rediscover eternal love.

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The edge of the blade felt like ice against her skin. One breath too deep, one movement—ever so slight—would give the knife a taste of her blood. It’s a part of the nightmare, she thought, even as she felt the breath of her attacker lightly touch her face.

The nightmares that had been plaguing her for weeks warned of this moment. Images, too terrifying to be real, flashed quickly across her mind’s eye in an instant replay of her recent night terrors. Running down a long, empty hallway, filled with doorways on either side, chased by some unknown monster that knew her deepest fears. Running towards a movie, scrolling incessantly with images of those she loved most trapped in a fiery hell. Sepia-toned faces, twisted in pain, were a stark contrast to the blue, red and yellow of the flames engulfing them. The echoes of their screams filled the dark, never-ending hallway. She couldn’t look away and she couldn’t stop running; her only escape was straight ahead, towards the horror show.

So far, the nightmares ended with her sitting straight up in bed, breathing hard in a cold sweat. He hadn’t caught her yet.

The all too real feeling of cold steel pressed against her neck gave the nightmare an alternate ending. Kris tried to control her breathing so her attacker would think she slept. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to reach the loaded SIG waiting beneath the extra pillow beside her. She didn’t always keep a gun so handy, but recent events, including the dreams, made it a necessity.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” The familiar voice spoke the words softly in her ear.

About Tallulah:  

Tallulah Grace is an aficionado of anything paranormal, loves to read a good thriller and creates characters that become friends. Tallulah was born and raised in a small southern town located in the foothills of the vibrant Blue Ridge Mountains. When she’s not developing characters and weaving stories, Tallulah enjoys antiquing and bead-weaving.Cover_Timeless compilation (2)

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An Exciting Series by Toni V. Sweeney

18 Thursday Apr 2013

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sinbadlastvoyage (2)This is my review of all Toni Sweeney’s novels: Toni Sweeney writes the most original books I’ve ever read. This author’s imagination outstrips most writers by the circumference of a whole planet. No novel ever disappoints. Others say:

“I can honestly say that I totally fell in love with these two characters…I totally recommend this book. I did not just like it I loved it and it was Sinbad and Andi that made me want to keep reading.”
–Linda Tonis, Paranormal Romance Review Team

“This is a must read for anyone that likes the Fantasy genre.”
–Raven, Reviewing Vixens

“ I highly recommend this entire series.”
–Merrylee, Two Lips reviews

Toni says:

It’s been over a dozen years since I wrote a story about a Navajo woman whose husband was accused of being a spy, and the halfbreed smuggler she hired to find that husband and prove his innocence. It was to be a one-shot story, a single novel, and then I was going on to something else.

Didn’t happen.

Although the novel was released as an audio book (as The Last Voyage of Sinbad Singh) in 2000, I still wanted to see it in print. The ending practically begged for answers to the questions…You’re just going to leave it like that? What happened next? So while I was struggling to get Sinbad’s Last Voyage (its original title) published in paperback, I decided to write the answer. Sinbad’s Wife was the result, a tale in which Andrea Talltrees suffers more angst and trauma than a soap opera heroine before being reunited with her beloved Felidan. A good many reviewers questioned the things happening to her, but—hey!—it’s fiction and it’s sci-fi, so who’s to say it wouldn’t, or couldn’t, happen that way?

In the meantime, in 2008, Double Dragon Publishing accepted Sinbad’s Last Voyage and The Adventures of Sinbad series was off and running—or flying as the case maysinbadpride (2) be. Like eating peanuts, however, I couldn’t stop at just one or two. Oh no…I had to write a third, Sinbad’s Pride, a slight play on words, meaning both the Felidan social unit, as well as the hero’s smug belief in his own ability to “get around” the Federation. Sinbad’s Triumph followed in which Sin, with the aid of microsurgery and computer implants, overcame the physical handicap left him in the previous book after he crashed his ship into a mountain during a dogfight with a rival smuggler.

During all these tales, the children he and Andi produce (and there are quite a few of them because Felidans are notoriously potent—they aren’t called one of the three most sexually aggressive species in the galaxy for nothing), as well as his illegitimate son Adam, and Andi’s children with her former husband, the deadly Tran, are growing up and getting into their own forms of trouble. Their adventures, some good, some bad, one terminal, are interspersed throughout Sin’s story.

Now comes Sinbad’s War. Sin met Andi during one war, now they’re together during another. The Terro-Albegensi War brought them together. The Terro-Severani War will pull them apart because this time…there’s a more personal involvement…

BLURB:

Sinbad sh’en Singh, smuggler-turned-shipping magnate, has become quite the family man, knee-deep in sons, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, complacent in his quiet but profitable life—and then a Federation emissary arrives, announcing the Fed is once more at war, and he’s been sent to obtain sh’en Singh Shipping’s Darters for its nearly destroyed fleet.

Not surprisingly, he’s refused, until Felida itself is attacked and there are casualties in Sin’s own family, among them his beloved Andi and new daughter Milagra.

The whole universe is about to discover there is nothing quite so dangerous as a Felidian who’s lost his mate.

SinbadTriumph (2)But wait!—there’s more. Sin’s a grandfather now, too old to enlist, or so his sons think. The Old Man proves them wrong. Pulling a few strings, he’s out there in the Front Lines, flying a Darter and fighting alongside his cubs, getting his revenge against the planet who took his mate and youngest child from him.

There are forces at work none of the sh’en Singhs know about, however, and the results of that war are both good and bad…for Sin, and for his sons…

New characters are introduced and some old ones brought back, and yes, there’s a Happily For Now…don’t ask how, just read the book.

EXCERPT:

Sin raced down the cobbled path to the junction and the walkway to the Pride House, speeding across it to Kas’ front door. The house was undamaged, the door shut but unlocked. He pushed it open, stopping in the foyer.
“Kas? N’Sagar?”
No answer. Turning, he left the house and ran up the hill. He could see the Pride House silhouetted against the mid-morning sky, dark clouds billowing from the roof. His legs stiffened and went numb, refusing to work. Sin fell, sprawling face down among the stones. For a moment, he lay there struggling futilely, once again cursing Tsan-Hsi for causing the wreck taking from him the power to move by himself.
The doctors had warned him he shouldn’t get over-excited. Any too-quick movement, such as the frantic motions he was now making, caused a confusion in transmission, scrambling the impulses the microcircuits sent out. Mind and body had to work in coordination and at the moment, they weren’t doing that.
I can’t help it. Nothing had ever made him feel as he did now, not even those death-facing rushes when he was smuggling. He’d never had such a gut-wrenching wash of emotion as he did at that moment, as if his entire body were being ripped apart inside. It was fear, pure and simple, not for himself, he’d never felt that…but for his mate and his cubs, somewhere in the burning building above him.
Taking a deep breath, Sin forced himself to relax. When he tried to move his right leg, it slid easily beneath him, bending to push himself upright. This time, as he ran toward the gate, his movements were smooth and effortless.
Part of the wall was gone, a pile of stone and mortar in its place. As he went through the arch, still upright though the gate now lay in the courtyard, he could see a section of the roof was on fire. The front door had been knocked off its hinges. For a moment, a buried memory flared in his mind. The day the soldiers took Da away, they broke down the door. For a moment, the devastation of that day overlaid itself on what he now felt. That had been the first and last time the Pride House had been breeched…until now.
Sin climbed over it into the foyer, staring around at what had been only a few moments before a beautifully decorated reception room. The blue-tiled floor was covered with dust and debris. One of the white columns lay on the floor broken in three pieces. One outer wall was aflame, collapsing and sending a shower of sparks and smoke upward as the fire beneath it was smothered. Near the stairs leading to the landing lay a body struggling to sit up.
“Allan?” Sin ran to his brother, kneeling to roll him over.
“God, Andrew.” Allan groaned and put one hand to his head. “What happened?”
“The Severanis attacked us. Is everyone all right?”
“I don’t know.” Allan sat up. With Sin’s help, he got to his feet.
“Where is everybody?”
“The wine celler.”
There was noise coming from that direction. Sin looked up as four servants led by Ana appeared. Behind them, he could see the four young D’Vahn guards attached to the Pride Chief’s household, Chandalay’s pale frightened face, brightening as she saw Allan, and the three children, Adirana and Sean, and Crys with his floss-pale hair. “Oh, Master Andrew…” Ana began tearfully.
“It’s all right, Ana. Where’s the Mistress?” He looked over their heads, searching the doorway for Andi. Why isn’t she here? “Where’s Andi?”
“Master Andrew, she’s not here.”
“Where is she?” His voice rose.
Allan put a hand on his shoulder. “When we heard the siren, I got everyone to the wine cellar. Andi started upstairs to get the baby. I went after her and then…everything exploded.”
“You mean…” Sin pulled away, running up the three steps to the landing. The door leading to the bedrooms was blocked, a jumble of broken stone and charred beams wedged in the opening, others thrown into the hallway when the roof collapsed. He refused to believe the truth of what he was seeing. Andi was somewhere in there. Had she’d gotten to Milagra? Was she holding the baby in her arms when the deadly bolt of light exploded the roof?
He caught at a beam, wrenching it from the rest. Several small pieces of marble rolled out, releasing a cloud of dust. Sin dropped the burned beam, staring at the mass of wood and stone.
“Andi. Andi…no, NO.” His voice rose in a cat’s-scream of grief. “Allan.” He looked at his brother. “Help me!” He began to fling pieces of marble and granite onto the floor.
“Andrew.” Allan scrambled over the rubble. “Andrew, it’s no use.”
“She’s trapped. We’ve got to get her out. Milagra!” He was ranting, seized another marble slab, heaving it free. “Damn it, Allan, help me!”
“Andrew, stop it.” Allan caught his wrists, shoving him against the wall. “They’re gone. No one could be alive in that.”
Hands raised to toss the marble, Sin turned to look at him. Allan’s grasp tightened on his wrists. There was no sound in the foyer except Sin’s harsh, heavy breathing. The servants were staring at him in horror and disbelief.
“For God’s sake,” Allan hissed. “Control yourself. Don’t break down before the Adz-Bahni.”
A kh’ta may mourn the loss of a mate. It’s permitted. He told Andi that when she cried for Tran and apologized for showing such a Terran weakness. Taking a deep breath, Sin looked past his brother to the little group at the foot of the stairs. The slab slipped from his fingers, crashing to the floor. A marble chip broke, struck his boot, bounced and lay against the tile. He looked down at it and back at Allan.
“You’re right…always right…sensible Allan.” The words were rushed and breathy. “Da would’ve been proud of you.”
Allan released him. There was movement in the doorway, Adam and Nils Van Lewen appearing. Adam ran up the steps.
“Pa?” He turned to Allan. “Uncle Allan?” His gazed swept the little group. “Where’s Andi and Milagra?”
“T-they were upstairs,” Chandra whispered.
“No.” Adam also turned to stare at the doorway.
“I’ll get my men,” Nils said. “We’ll help you clear away…”
“Don’t.” Sin’s harsh whisper silenced him. “I don’t want it touched.”
Chandra came up the stairs to Allan’s side. She leaned against him, pressing her face against his shoulder. Allan put his arm around her.
“The Pride House has stood for seven hundred years. In ten minutes it’s been destroyed.” Allan’s words were soft, but bitter. “It’ll take forever to rebuild.”
“We aren’t going to rebuild,” Sin told him. “Everything stays as it is. We’ll move into Grandsire’s part of the House.” He closed his eyes. God, Andi, how can I survive without you? “I never want to set foot in this side of the House sh’en Singh again.”

SInbadsWar-001[1]Sinbad’s War is available from Double Dragon Press.

Find Toni at:  http://tonivsweeney.com

To celebrate Toni’s appearance on my blog, I’m offering a prize:  Gemini Rising Notecards w/envelopes to a randomly selected commenter.

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Witches? Magic? What if you found yourself in this situation????

17 Wednesday Apr 2013

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SBB A Witch Without Magic Banner (2)When her neighbors accuse Belladonna of Satanism and making them age years to days, she must find who is behind it or face a modern day witch hunt. Her mysterious enemy knows where to strike to cause the most damage: Belladonna’s only friend is losing his life-force; the garden that feeds her is dying; and her house ghost goes poltergeist. To save her neighbors and friends and prove her innocence, she must travel to the Otherworld where butterflies have razor wings and where her worst fears will come to life.

NO, NO WOULDN’T WANT TO BE THERE!  Don’t you love the name Belladonna?  Belladonna, or Deadly Nightshade, is poisonous herb.  That said, let’s see what happens to the heroine in the teasing excerpt:

The mob on the other side of the wrought iron fence wore no tri-cornered hats or starched bonnets.  They didn’t brandish pitchforks or flaming torches.  Hell, they didn’t even bring a preacher to drive the Devil out.  Still, they had come to flush out a witch and the witch was me.

They were thirty all together, gathered outside my gate under the two California live oaks that shade the sidewalk in midday.  I had to squint into the still hot mid-October sun to study their unfamiliar faces.  The mob included several dwarves.  The youngest dwarf must have been in her forties, a tiny woman that for some reason wore a yellow, red and blue Snow White dress with an appliquéd picture of Snow White on the chest.  She didn’t look like a typical dwarf: no classically high forehead and her arms and legs were proportionate.  She was holding a fluffy purple teddy bear by a front paw and sucking her thumb.

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In the sun my forehead sweated under the straw hat.  A mocking bird’s harsh chirrup burst from the oak on the right, piercing as a car horn.  I flinched.

I don’t much like or trust people in large groups – doing time in Greenville State Prison for Women had taught me that.  In prison the exercise yard is the most dangerous place to be: too many inmates in one area, too many chances to be stabbed with a shiv made

from a sharpened toothbrush handle or from melted and hardened Styrofoam cups.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Larisa Walk, a native Russian, lives in California with her husband and two formerly homeless cats. She writes paranormal fiction that is more often than not populated by characters from the Russian fairy world. Her short fiction appeared in several anthologies and magazines. She has published a historic fantasy novel, A Handful of Earth, and a modern paranormal novel, A Witch Without Magic. See her quirky blog posts here: http://www.larisawalk.com

Author Pic (2) Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/A-Witch-Without-Magic-ebook/dp/B009JGYOQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1363219858&sr=8-1&keywords=a+witch+without+magic+larisa+walk

Larisa will be giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to a randomly selected commenter during the book blitz.  I’ll add a bit of swag for my stop today!

Here are the links for the other host sites:

1:  Sexy Adventures, Passionate Tales
2:  Wicked Readings by Tawania
3:  My Odd Little World
4:  Worlds of Possibilities
5:  Camille Picott, Author
6:  Wake Up Your Wild Side
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18:  Long and Short Reviews
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24:  Author Jinni James
25:  Chris Redding Author
26:  J.C. Martin, Fighter Writer
27:  Author Raine Delight’s Blog
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29:  Loose the Hounds
30:  Christine Young Romance Writer
31:  Straight from the Library
32:  The Snarkology of a Romance Author
33:  It’s Raining Books
34:  Racing To Read
35:  Book Bling Blog

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The Ace of Diamonds, a novel by Vogue

14 Sunday Apr 2013

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The title of this book captured my imagination, and who could resist an author named Vogue.  The Ace of Diamonds is Part 3 of the Diamond Collection.  The cover is very intriguing as is “The Greater the Power, the More Dangerous the Abuse”.

BLURB:  

Since his release from prison, Brookstone’s most notorious drug lord, Jay Santiago, has been hard at work rebuilding his life and empire. With two businesses under his belt and one in the making, Jay is readily known as one of New York’s elite men.

While the root of his financial status lies in the newly rebuilt Santiago cartel, Jay is determined to expand his wealth. After reconnecting with an old comrade, he believes that he has found the one thing that could increase his fortune and allow him to leave behind the dangers of his criminal enterprise for good.

However, as Jay’s new business venture begins to come to fruition, he quickly learns that the one material object that he loves the most could lead to his biggest downfall yet.

EXCERPT:

Jay focused the conversation on the real reason that he had come to Dallas. He had recently linked up with one of his old comrades who had helped him put millions into a MEDIA KIT aceofdiamondsfinal copy (2)new investment, one that he wanted Lotus to help him with. His plan was to use their connection to his advantage.

“I figured that since I’m Hector’s son that you would help me.”

Lotus was taken aback. “Help you? Help you with what?”

Jay knew that what he said next was going to send Lotus into a fury. “I need a warehouse,” he told him, quickly.

“Oh no,” Lotus said, taking off his seatbelt. “Stop the car, Arnold. Pull over.”

Jay unbuckled his seatbelt as well. He grabbed Lotus’ shoulder, in an attempt to calm him down. “Lotus, come on, listen to me. I know you helped me with this before, but I need another one. I mean, you sold me the building for Blue Magic. I’m making honest of the restaurant, aren’t I? I promise you, I will—” Jay was interrupted as Lotus screamed in his ear.

“Are you out of your mind? What are you getting into now?”

“I can’t go to anybody with this project. I don’t need a lot of ears or eyes on this. I trust you, Lotus. I know that you won’t publicize this sale like you do the others. I know you will take the warehouse out of your company’s listings way before the sale is even complete.”

Lotus shook his head, nervously. He knew that if Jay was asking for a warehouse then there was probably some illegal operation about to go down inside of it. The last time he had sold him one, he ended up using the space to house illegal drugs and weapons. Now, he wanted one again. Certain that Jay was still running a drug cartel, Lotus didn’t want anything to do with it. His days of working alongside a criminal enterprise were long gone.

Available in ebook and paperback:  http://www.amazon.com/The-Ace-Diamonds-Vogue/dp/0988800403/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365950783&sr=8-1&keywords=ace+of+diamonds

About Vogue: 

MEDIA KIT authorphoto (2)Born and raised in Greenville, South Carolina, Vogue’s journey through the world of creative writing first began in middle school with poetry and songwriting. While the mix of rhythm and words was the initial passage to self-expression, it was the discovery of prose that opened the door to a world of endless possibilities. An avid reader of Urban Fiction, Vogue felt the need to create literary works that had an equal balance of street lit, drama, romance, and faith-based undertones.

A graduate of Winthrop University (Rock Hill, S.C.), possessing a bachelor’s degree in social work, Vogue, first birthed the idea of The Diamond Collection in the halls of her alma mater. In 2003, she put pen to paper and thus was created, Diamonds In The Rough, part one of The Diamond Collection series.

By 2010, Vogue had written drafts of the entire ten book series and in June of 2010, Diamonds In The Rough, was published for her to share with the rest of the world. Soon followed by Diamonds Are Forever in October of 2010 and The Ace of Diamonds in February of 2013, Vogue joined the league of other writers, determined to make her mark in the literary world.

Still writing, Vogue plans to release the fourth book in the series, Black Diamonds, in late 2013 or early 2014 as well as pen her first Young Adult novel.

You can find Vogue:

Author Email: blaq_pearls@yahoo.com

Official Author Website: http://www.simplyvogue.net

Crown Jewelz Publishing Website: http://www.crownjewelzpub.com

Crown Jewelz Publishing email: crownjewelzpub@gmail.com

Facebook (Author): http://www.thefacebook.com/SimplyVogue

Facebook (Publisher): http://www.thefacebook.com/crownjewelzpub

Twitter (Author): @SimplyVogue_B

Twitter (Publisher): @crownjewelzpub

Instagram (Author): MarilynMonRHO_1922

Vogue will be awarding $50 Gift Card to Kay Jewelers to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

It’s a small world, Vogue, I was born and raised in Anderson, South Carolina, 30 minutes from your hometown!  Since we were “neighbors”, I’ll add some swag for one of your commenters.

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First Review for Bianca Swan’s On Wings of Desire

07 Sunday Apr 2013

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On Wings of Desire-By Bianca Swan April 5, 2013

By Dana Dye
A thrilling and erotic post-apocalyptic tale. Sizzling from page one to page end. Angels and demons gear up for the ultimate showdown and caught in the crosshairs are Gloria, the human whose been seeking an angel and new lover, and Seph the demon who can’t quite fit in to hell’s standards.
Its their journey of discovery and love in the face of death…for all mankind.
Thoroughly enjoyed the story and there was never a dull word much less page. Also wonder if this might not be the start to a fresh new series.
Highly recommend On Wings of Desire.
To celebrate, Bianca is giving away a copy of Wings at her blog site:   http://biancaswanblog.wordpress.com/

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Great Guests Coming in April with Super Books

01 Monday Apr 2013

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Book Blasts and New Releases, please join me in greeting:

April 14: Ace of Diamonds by Vogue
April 16: Witch Without Magic by Larisa Walk (Note: Larisa will be awarding a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate to five randomly drawn commenters during the tour)

April 18: The Seventh Mothman and That Demon in Blue Jeans by Toni V. Sweeney  (It’s my turn!  A swag package for this post!)

April 25: Fate by Talleluh Grace (Note: Tallulah will be awarding winner’s choice of a backlist eBook to a randomly drawn commenter)

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