"I am ready to meet my maker. Whether my maker is prepared to meet me is another matter."
-Winston Churchill

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Bewitching Book Tour & Giveaway: Hath No Fury by Hal Rappaport


Welcome to IAB. I'm so glad you could stop in today to chat. May I offer you a beverage? 

Vampire Wine please, there’s nothing like a deep red.



Excellent choice. Now that we are settled in, let's get to know you better.

BK: Looking out the nearest window, describe the scene you see.
No windows in the room I’m in now.

BK: Tell us about your office. Is it a mess like mine, or is everything in its place?
An organized mess (I know more or less where everything is)

BK: What is a must-have, such as coffee or a favorite pen, that you need to write?
Coffee is a MUST, Out of the house to do most of my writing.

BK: Do you like to write in silence, or do you need music or background noise?
Headphones on, usually with Rush or AC/DC playing

BK: Tell us a bit about your hero/heroine, and their development.
While the central character is a boy/young man, the women are really the stronger heroes.

BK: As a writer myself, I'm always curious how other writers get through stumble blocks. When you find a story not flowing, or a character trying to fight you, how do you correct it? 
Base your characters on real people. Even if their history and life are different, it makes the characters more alive and makes their dialogue flow easier.

BK: Using the letters of your first name as an acronym, describe your book...
Hokus-Pokus
And
Love

BK: How did your writing journey begin?
I was always into writing stories in high school, but my professional wirting career began by accident.
Back in the early days before Facebook and before Blogs, I created a web site for Horror themes called, Frightscape.com. It’s still in existence in its very primitive form.

Anyway, I decided to write an article for my own site about one of the scariest places I had ever been. It was a haunted attraction that had existed in the 1970’s and 80’s. It was called, Brigantine Castle. It was gigantic. It was five stories tall with over 80 live actors. Through the early search facilities of the web, I found a few of the original cast and got them together using a yahoo group (They still use it).

It gave me a unique opportunity to interview them and to write some great stuff about the place, with a lot of their pictures and even some sound recordings.

The editor of Haunted Attractions magazine read my web site and asked me to write one for him. It was my first professional writing. I’ve written a few more articles for Haunted Attractions Magazine since then, along with a few other industry publications.

BK: What is the craziest thing you've ever written about, whether it got published or not?

Top ways to blow up an entire planet (published by the SyFy Channel)


BK: Tell us one thing you've done in life, that readers would be most surprised to know.
I’ve performed a wedding


BK: What can we expect from you in the future?
A sequel –hopefully before the end of this summer!

This or That...

Coke or Pepsi?
Coke

Night Owl or Early Bird?
A Night Owl that is forced to be an Early Bird for the day job

Fantasy or Mystery?
Fantasy

Pen/Paper or Computer?
Depends what I am writing

Pizza or Burger?
Pizza

Rock or Country?
Rock…Classic Rock…”and a little bit country…”

Chocolate or Vanilla?
Chocolate

Beach or Mountains?
Beach!!! Definitely BEACH!!!

Thank you so much for having us as one of your stops today. It has been great getting to know more about you and your book, and hope you will come back when the next release is out (*hinthint*)

Wishing you much success!

BK Walker


About the Author:

I currently live in New Jersey, in a small town just north of Princeton. I grew up in Philadelphia. I guess I’ve been writing stories since I was about 11 or 12. I loved the idea of being able to transport someone to another place, or to create my own.

I’ve always been into technology. I’ve worked in the field for almost 25 years. I wrote for the Syfy Channel’s technology site, DVICE and several of my articles were picked up by NBC (NBC Universal owns the Syfy Channel). I have regular articles that are science fiction inspired, but about REAL technology. It’s been my passion to incorporate something real from fiction. In the case of my book, it’s incorporating something real INTO the fiction.

Before any of the Syfy channel stuff, way back in the early days before Facebook and before Blogs, I created a web site for Horror themes called, Frightscape.com. It’s still in existence in its very primitive form.

Anyway, I decided to write an article for my own site about one of the scariest places I had ever been. It was a haunted attraction that had existed in the 1970’s and 80’s. It was called, Brigantine Castle. It was gigantic. It was five stories tall with over 80 live actors. Through the early search facilities of the web, I found a few of the original cast and got them together using a yahoo group (They still use it).

It gave me a unique opportunity to interview them and to write some great stuff about the place, with a lot of their pictures and even some sound recordings.

The editor of Haunted Attractions magazine read my web site and asked me to write one for him. It was my first professional writing. I’ve written a few more articles for Haunted Attractions Magazine since then, along with a few other industry publications.




Twitter: @HalRappaport

___________________________________________


Hath No Fury
The Lesson of Three- Book One
Hal Rappaport

Genre: Paranormal Thriller/Romance

ISBN-10: 1475243596
ISBN-13: 978-1475243598
ASIN: B007W4M70S

Number of pages: 472
Word Count: 75,095

Cover Artist: Alex Kayne


Book Description:

This is a fiction story, with factually reported paranormal events, written by an established, credible, science and technology writer for well-known publications.

I think you'll find the story has in interesting world to immerse yourself in without losing an edge in reality that sets it apart. While the book has paranormal elements, it is not a typical, "drippy" vampire romance. Hath no Fury is about REAL magic. While the storyline is a fictional, any paranormal elements are actually based on real events personally observed in research or relayed by very credible witnesses.

Set in the 1970’s, Mark and Amy, the central characters of the story, live a life of discovery and wonder amidst a secret world of magic practitioners. As they mature, they discover their own magic and a new facet to their friendship. Just as they turn over a new page in their relationship, their worlds are suddenly rocketed out of control by a destiny and a source of evil that has been waiting patiently for a generation.

5*****Stars! Paranormal Romance Guild Reviews


Nominated for Best Paranormal-fantasy: 2012 PRG Reviewer's Choice Awards

Excerpt:

Prologue – The Demon

The demon controlled the man’s actions. It caused him to perform acts that, even in the deepest places of his id and lust, he would never have even considered. Not that he was a good man by any stretch of the imagination. His personality was cold and evil in ways that would give a hardened criminal a case of the chills.

The demon, however, acted on its own desires, free from any human morality. Acts of sex and acts of murder were only tools to satisfy its lust and to gain power. The act the demon now presented to the man was especially satisfying to the demon. He had given the man the guise of one whose presence would please the woman. He knew the human man would have sex with just about anyone once he became aroused.

The night was the festival of all Hallows eve. This night is when the veil between the worlds of humans and the world beyond were the thinnest. The man made his way to the woman’s bedroom. The demon had piqued his desire. His passion was powerful and borderline violent.

Her desire rose to meet his.

The improbability of the guise the demon projected about the man was disregarded by the woman. This was the appearance of her former lover. He was her deepest and most desperate wish. Her longing removed all common sense typically found in most women. Desperation removed her doubts of the near impossible nature of the encounter with a man who was not hers anymore.

The nature of the demon’s sexual technique was more powerful than anything she had
experienced. She convinced herself that it was just a product of his renewed rising desire for her.

The demon worked its control over the man giving him almost superhuman ability as it fulfilled their mutual needs again and again past the point when the woman would have thought was humanly possible.

After hours, they lie, spent and exhausted. The demon’s influence now left the man along with his projected disguise. Sensing this, the human man rose quietly in shame and disgust. He hoped she would be asleep or too tired to realize that the demon’s disguise had left him. In truth, the woman had noticed his true identity. At least she thought she had. The idea was so difficult to bear that her brain decided that it would rather believe the disguise than accept the truth it was now presented with. It was a more "comfortable” truth that her former love impossibly appeared.

Its earthly purpose and lustful needs fulfilled, the demon no longer needed the man. Now the demon would soon have what it most desired, a child created by its own lust and the love of a willing partner. When the child was old enough, it would become powerful, and an ideal host.

The human man knew that the child he had created, at the behest of the demon, would be
destined for greatness and power. He knew that he would be there to guide the child toward greatness and share in its power.









Monday, June 24, 2013

Kindle Free Book Blitz & Review - Witch Weigh by Caroline Mickelson (Bewitching Book Tour)



About the Author:

Caroline Mickelson loves her family and loves to write. She also loves a good adventure, among her favorites thus far were attending graduate school in a Scottish castle, riding a camel around the Pyramids in Giza, and taking a best-in-a-lifetime road trip to Graceland. Caroline lives in the American southwest with her husband and their four children, affectionately known as The Miracles.



twitter: authorCarolineM



Witch Weigh
Caroline Mickelson

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy

Publisher: Bon Accord Press
Date of Publication: April 24, 2012

ISBN: 0985129646
ASIN: B007X7CY5W

Number of pages: 155
Word Count: 29K Words
Cover Artist: Derek Murphy


Book Description:

Tessa Von Hellengaard is a real witch. Magical spells aside, she’s snarky and selfish, and the other witches in her silent spell coven are fed up with her. Their plan to reform Tessa involves taking away her magic, saddling her with one hundred extra pounds, and sending her to a weight loss spa.

For good measure they call in Liam Kennedy, a charming and sexy fairy godfather, to teach her some manners. Desperate to regain her magic and determined to shed the weight, Tessa soon realizes that protecting her heart from Liam will prove to be her greatest challenge.

My Thoughts:



Perfect title...Check! Perfect Characters...Check! Perfect plot...Check!!

I LOVED IT!

Tessa has attitude and is a bit spoiled, you have to love her. Liam is strong, charming, and I'd love him for a fairy Godfather...

Anyday!

When Tessa has to learn life lessons before she can gain her seat at the United Paranormal Council, she is really taken to the edge of her limits, and patience. Especially when she is thrown into a retreat to lose a hundred extra pounds that she never had before. Will she be able to shed the weight or be stuck with the extra baggage for the rest of her life....without her magic or the council seat?

Mickelson did a beautiful job drawing the reader in, keeping you engaged and turning the pages to the end. This book was right up my alley, starting off with a great action scene and keeping up a pace to be able to read in one sitting.

It was a short read but not missing detail that had you wondering or wanting more information, and it ended with great finesse for such a short read. I would highly recommend this read to any paranormal lover, you're going to love it.

I give Witch Weigh...




Excerpt:

“Hey, lady, anyone ever tell you you’re a real witch?”
“More times than you can imagine.” Contessa Von Hellengaard, Tessa to her few friends and many enemies alike, eyed the obstinate construction worker who blocked the path of her sleek black Mercedes.
She wondered how this mere mortal would like being turned into a fluffy skunk. Her fingers itched to work their magic, but she kept them gripped on the steering wheel. She was already in enough trouble with the Upper Hallows Witch Council without casting what they would consider another unnecessary spell. If she was detained any longer she’d be late for her meeting with said council. Tessa knew they were already ticked off enough without her adding another infraction to their precious list.
She leaned out the window. “Remove your overfed self from my way immediately. I need to use this road and I don’t have time for your ridiculous detour.”
“Guess you should’ve used your broomstick then because there ain’t no way I’m letting your car get through here.” He crossed his beefy arms over his chest.
He seemed altogether too amused with his juvenile humor for Tessa’s liking. Broomstick indeed. She revved the motor to let him know she meant business.
He couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned.
She pushed up her black lace sleeves and pointed to the orange and white barricade. “Last warning. Remove yourself and that thing from my way.”
He laughed at her. Laughed. At her.
She narrowed her eyes. This sorry excuse for a government employee was not going to make her late for her meeting. Removing him from her path, she decided, was a very necessary act indeed. She could make the council members understand. But only if she got there on time.
With the tip of her red lacquered fingernail she traced a circle in her palm, silently reciting the spell that would get her what she wanted. A small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips as the man in front of her began to levitate. She stroked her index finger sideways to help direct his ascension. His shocked expression and angry torrent of curse words bothered her not at all. He continued to fuss and kick even after he was hooked on to the high crane by the back of his overalls. At over forty feet above the ground she could barely make out his foul words.
Tessa flicked her finger across her palm with one last quick swipe and waited while the barricade went flying to the side of the road and crashed on a pile of rocks.
She waved farewell to the construction worker as she slipped her Mercedes into drive. The fool would be wise to quit struggling or he’d soon have a painful wedgie.
Silly mortal. He had no reason to panic. Someone would be along to get him down. Eventually.

What Are You Waiting For?
Go Download The Book - IT'S FREE!


Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Book Blitz: Interview & Giveaway with Sofia Grey - Obsession


Welcome to IAB. I'm so glad you could stop in today to chat. May I offer you a beverage? 

Magic Margarita please. You had me at ‘margarita’



Now that we are settled in, let's get to know you better.

BK: Looking out the nearest window, describe the scene you see.

I’m sitting on a busy commuter train and right now I can see hills and green fields whooshing past.


BK: Tell us about your office. Is it a mess like mine, or is everything in its place?

Sadly, I don’t have the luxury of an office for writing in. Most of my writing and editing is done on the train – I travel an hour each way to work and back, and I make the most of those 2 hours every day! Lack of space means my netbook is perched on my knee, a flask of coffee close at hand.

In my day job my desk is ludicrously messy, but strangely, I know where everything is


BK: What is a must-have, such as coffee or a favorite pen, that you need to write?

Netbook, coffee. I sometimes write longhand too, and I prefer a coloured pen, either pink or purple and a hardback book.


BK: Do you like to write in silence, or do you need music or background noise?

Background music, without a doubt. Usually my iPod on the train (I have different playlists for each book I’m working on) and partly that’s to block out the external noises and chatter. Right now I’m listening to Slash (Bad Rain).


BK: Tell us a bit about your hero/heroine, and their development.

Suki Bridgewater is the female lead. On the outside she’s confident and polished, but under the surface, she’s fractured. Imagine a delicate piece of china with cracks running all down the side. All it‘ll take is one blow and she’ll shatter. By the same token, if she’s glued back together she’ll be stronger than ever. She’s the hottest new daytime TV presenter and a major celebrity, used to living in the public eye alongside her equally famous racing driver husband, Gabe. They’ve been married for nearly ten years and she’s struggling to maintain the illusion of the happy wife.

Josh Delaney is a charmer. Smooth and handsome, he gets paid to try and seduce women, to see if they can be tempted away from their husbands. He doesn’t believe any woman is capable of being faithful and his career has made him increasingly jaded. When Gabe hires him to seduce Suki, Josh’s world is turned upside down. He falls in love with her.

When he learns that Gabe might be dangerous, Josh’s protective instincts take over, but Suki is adamant she loves her husband. And besides, how will she react when she learns that he’s been lying to her all along?

BK: As a writer myself, I'm always curious how other writers get through stumble blocks. When you find a story not flowing, or a character trying to fight you, how do you correct it?

For me, going for a drive or a long walk usually untangles things in my head and helps complicated plots to become workable. If the characters are really fighting me though (isn’t it frustrating when they do that!), it’s probably because I’m trying to force them to do something they’re not happy about. Backtracking and rewriting the last scene helps, and then letting them go the way they want to.


BK: Using the letters of your first name as an acronym, describe your book...

Surface appearances
Obsessive behaviours
Family secrets
Internet searches
Another lie

BK: How did your writing journey begin?

Like so many writers, I scribbled from an early age but with little direction or focus. I made the decision a few years ago to make it happen, and started treating it like a career instead of a fun hobby. I joined a Romance Writers Group, found some friendly critique partners and began to develop my style along with my stories. At the end of the year I was signed up by Time and Tide for Obsession, and shortly after I sold a shifter story to Liquid Silver Books. It’s been a busy year so far

BK: Using the letters from the word, Summer, how would friends and family describe you?

Silly jokes – What do you call a man with a seagull on his head? Cliff
U
pper hand - I like to have the last wordMarmite lover – on lightly browned toast with lashings of butter – and cut into little trianglesMargaritas – my favourite cocktail
E
xcitable
R
omantic

BK: What is the craziest thing you've ever written about, whether it got published or not?

A Vampire BDSM scene in a writing comp for my Goodreads group. Sadly, I can’t find my copy anymore, but it was hot

BK: Tell us one thing you've done in life, that readers would be most surprised to know.

I once fainted in the toilet of a 747 while on a transatlantic flight. My colleague sitting nearby heard the thump as my head banged against the door and came to rescue me Actually, that would make a great opening for a novel… hmmmm…


BK: What can we expect from you in the future?

The next in the Talisman series (CRAVING) is undergoing revisions and I hope to get that out by the end of the year. I have the series planned out and am super excited about the story arc and the way the Grey Mansion links all the characters together. I’m also working on the next in my Snowdonia Wolves shifter series and am busy revising a couple of time travel novellas that I drafted some time ago.

This or That...

Coke or Pepsi? Cherry Coke

Night Owl or Early Bird? Night owl. When in a writing frenzy I can exist on 3 – 4 hours sleep.

Fantasy or Mystery? Mystery. I love ghosts, vampires and shifters, but fairies and elves make me shudder

Pen/Paper or Computer? Can I have both? Computer for when the words are flowing, but pen / paper is sometimes the best way to get going

Pizza or Burger? Pizza! My current favourite takeaway features smoked chicken, chorizo, fresh basil and pine nuts. Yumm!

Rock or Country? Rock, rock and more rock. Best gigs – Foo Fighters, AC/DC, Shihad

Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate. Reeses Peanut Butter cups are impossible to resist

Beach or Mountains? Beach. Our last house move put us one street away from a deserted beach and I love it


Thank you so much for having us as one of your stops today. It has been great getting to know more about you and your book, and hope you will come back when the next release is out (*hinthint*)

Wishing you much success!

Thank you, it’s been a blast coming here to meet you, and these are hands down the most challenging questions ever!
Sofia 


BK Walker

Obsession
Talisman Series Book One
Sofia Grey

Genre: Dark contemporary romance with a hint of paranormal

Publisher: Time & Tide Publishing
Date of Publication: 12 June 2013

ISBN-13: 978-0-9892549-2-2 ebook
ISBN-13: 978-0-9892549-4-6 print

Number of pages: 352
Word Count: 100k

Cover Artist: Tincar Creations
Book Description:
Josh Delaney is the ideal honey trap. His charm and model good looks would be enough for most women, but coupled with his psychic ability to read their thoughts, he’s impossible to resist. Suspicious husbands employ him to test their wives, to see if they can be tempted to stray.
High profile couple Suki and Gabe Bridgewater have the perfect marriage, or at least, that’s the image they portray to the world. Behind closed doors, Gabe’s dominance in the marriage is unravelling and he decides to test Suki, using Josh as bait.
For Josh it should be just another easy job, but two things go horribly wrong.
One, Josh falls in love with Suki.
And two, Gabe refuses to let her go.

Short Excerpt:
His smile disappeared, his fingers stilled on my shoulder. “I don’t think you’re getting confused. And I really don’t think you need to be taking those pills.”
I considered it. They left me feeling fuzzy and tired, remote from everything. “What about the panic attacks? They’re supposed to help with those.”
Uh-huh, but Suki,”--his fingers curled around my shoulder again--“I can help you with those.” I met his gaze, felt myself falling into his beautiful eyes again. What was it about this man? I felt so safe with him, and we’d only just met. I took a quick breath, tried to swallow down another yawn and failed. He laughed softly. “While you’re here, why don’t you stay off the pills, and I promise, if you feel even slightly panicky, I’ll look after you. What do you say?”
Who are you, Josh? How do you do this?”
I’m just a guy. Nobody special.” His eyes darkened, holding my gaze. Knuckles brushed against my cheek and slipped down to caress my jawline. The tenderness, the gentle affection, took my breath away. Common sense yelled at me to move. Something deeper, more instinctive told me to stay. I could hear his breath, unsteady, his heartbeat speeding up. He’s nervous, I realized. The corners of his lips tugged into a hint of a smile, but his eyes were serious, watchful. The air felt charged between us. I imagined if I swirled my hand, I’d conjure a bolt of electricity.
I licked my suddenly dry lips, wondered what he’d be like to kiss.
I remembered my husband.
I heard a footstep in the doorway just before Anita murmured about a pillow and dumped a pile of bedding on the armchair. We broke apart, Josh sweeping his hands through his unruly hair while I made a point of stretching. As I left the room in Anita’s wake, I couldn’t help looking back… and saw Josh watching me, his eyes deep and his expression fathomless.


About the Author:
Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.



Twitter: @SofiaGreyAuthor






Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Promotional Book Tour: Faelon by AJ Kelton

Faelon
by AJ Kelton



About The Author:

AJ Kelton are the dynamic writing team of Angel and Jordan. The couple met online several years ago on an Alexander fan site and have been friends ever since. Angel soon found that Jordan had a flare for storytelling with several half-finished stories on her computer. Angel encouraged Jordan to finish the stories and with help in creative description she decided to send the stories off to MLR press. They were both shocked and excited when they got the news that Faelon was accepted for publication. While Jordan may have a flare for storytelling she doesn’t enjoy the smaller details in getting a story ready for publication. That is where Angel comes in; she spends countless hours getting the story ready after line edits, going over each line in proofing and formatting, making decisions such as covers and fonts, all things that Jordan just has problems focusing on.

Angel is always on the lookout for her perfect mate, a cross between Ethan from Under the Australian Sky and Evan from Marco. Until Mr. Perfect appears at her door, or in front of her booth wanting an autograph she loves to read, take pictures and attend concerts of all kinds. She loves all things 80’s. Angel lives in Texas with her two dogs, Daisy a beagle who she insists is nothing like snoopy and her Chihuahua Bonita.

When not writing Jordan loves to read anything from Amish romance to the dark taboo books of fiction both M/M and Het. She is a very avid reader, except when writing because she doesn’t want to be influenced by what she is reading. Jordan loves to travel and often her latest vacation spots show up in his books. While Jordan is always looking for that perfect place to live at the moment she can be found in Kansas.

Both writers have solo projects coming out in the future, Angel with Misunderstandings under the name Angel Rothamel. Jordan with Legion under the name Rider Jacobs.

Both authors would love to hear from you. You can contact them via their web page AJKelton@AJKelton.com. You can also find them on Facebook under both AJ Kelton, Angel Rothamel and Rider Jacobs.


Genre: M/M Romance
Publisher: MLR Press
Release Date: April 5, 2013

Book Description:


Who knew that loving a Nephilim could be so dangerous. Faelon, a 3000-year-old nephilim, fleeing a demonic master, found safety with the church. He has repaid their kindness by translating various artifacts. Father Donovan has watched as Faelon became a recluse, fearing those who would harm him. Jax, wanting a change, moves to Salem, MA where he finds work as a churches security guard. Not believing that Faelon is a nephilim, he is forced to confront his own beliefs in the supernatural. Can he learn to accept Faelon, and be the master he requires? Or lose the man he loves to the demons who would harm him.

Excerpts:

*NOTE* Some Graphic Language

“I have been called many names in my life, but I don’t think ‘crazy-ass’ was one of them.” The man smiled at him.
You still haven’t answered my question.” Jax pulled out his cell phone. “You have exactly thirty seconds to tell me who you are and why you are here, or you’ll be explaining it to the police.”
The other man pushed off from the door and sauntered toward Jax. “There is no need to get the police involved. My name is Faelon, and I live in the basement where I happen to be cataloguing all those important items and translating those dusty old books into English. It isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but, hell, it keeps me a bit busy, and at this moment I find I’m enjoying it.”
You live in the basement?” Father Donavan mentioned that Faelon worked late at night, but he didn’t mention that the man actually lived down there. “Father Donavan didn’t mention that you lived in the basement.”
Faelon shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he started toward the side door. “Yes, I have a small studio apartment down there. It’s why no one is allowed to enter the area without my express invitation. Ask Father Donavan tomorrow if you don’t believe me. I’m going out, grabbing a bite to eat, and maybe I’ll watch the water for a while. Tell me, is it warm out? Are the tourists here yet?”
Jax shrugged his shoulder. “It was a nice day for October and the tourists are always here, aren’t they? Especially this time of year?”
I find that they are, yes. As to why they would come to this place when there are so many others across this nation that hold just as much mysticism at a warmer temperature is beyond me. Until tomorrow, Mr. Security Guard,” he said as he started walking again.
Jax.”
Jax?” Faelon turned his head in inquiry.
My name, it’s Jax. At least that is what everyone calls me. It’s short for J-Jackson,” he stammered. He had no idea why he was rambling, other than the fact that Faelon was sexy as hell, and he wanted to speak to him just a little longer. There was something about the soft musical quality of his voice with just a trace of an accent that made Jax want to keep him talking.
Faelon gave a slight smile, and for a brief moment, Jax thought he had to be the hottest man alive. “Until tomorrow then, Jax.”
Jax watched him walk out the door. Giving himself a brief mental shake, he breathed in deeply to clear his head. He had never been so instantly attracted to someone before. When Father Donavan had told him about a researcher, but he’d never pictured a young man with skin-tight leather pants, a black biker jacket, and lips that looked like they would be right at home wrapped around a cock.





Giveaway: Faelon Ebook

To Enter, Follow these steps:
Follow This Blog.
Comment answer with your name, email address and how you followed.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Chatting with Marina Myles - Beauty and the Wolf Book Tour & Giveaway



Welcome to IAB. I'm so glad you could stop in today to chat. 

Now that we are settled in, let's get to know you better.

BK: Looking out the nearest window, describe the scene you see.

MM: I can look out my window and see my backyard pool—which is a savior in the brutal Arizona summers!

BK: Tell us about your office. Is it a mess like mine, or is everything in its place?

MM: I wish I had an office! Instead, I work off my lap top at the dining table. I also work off a Dell desk top situated in a corner of my bedroom. And no – I’m embarrassed to say the spaces aren’t very organized.

BK: What is a must-have, such as coffee or a favorite pen, that you need to write?

MM: Coffee first thing, is essential. And cereal. I’m kind of a breakfast person.

BK: Do you like to write in silence, or do you need music or background noise?

MM: I have to write in silence. Except for the occasional yelping of my dog, the house is quiet during the day.

BK: Tell us a bit about your hero/heroine, and their development.

MM: Oooo…a character question. My favorite! Since I write fairy tales re-tellings, my hero and heroine are provided on a basic level. But when I wrote BEAUTY AND THE WOLF, it was great fun exploring Isabella and Draven’s personalities as well as beefing up their motivations. In other words, I wanted them be multi-dimensional characters the reader could cheer for. Here’s an example: Like ‘Beauty’ in the original Beauty and the Beast fairy tale, Isabella Farrington agrees to marry the cursed ‘Beast’ (Lord Draven Winthrop) to help her father. However, she possesses a dark secret of her own—and when her curse comes into play it serves as a powerful tool against Draven’s selfish agenda.

I’d say part of what makes Beauty and the Wolf intriguing is the way the hero and heroine turn their hateful relationship around and embark on a passionate journey to save each other.

BK: What is your unique twist that you've brought to your storyline?

MM: I learned something early on that really helps me with that. If you can fully flush out your characters before starting the book, you’ll have a way out if you stumble. In other words, you can ask yourself: Would this character really do that? Or - what would they do in this situation? So, every act you have your character perform must be true to the profile you’ve already created for them.

BK: As a writer myself, I'm always curious how other writers get through stumble blocks. When you find a story not flowing, or a character trying to fight you, how do you correct it?

MM: I learned something early on that really helps me with that. If you can fully flush out your characters before starting the book, you’ll have a way out if you stumble. In other words, you can ask yourself: Would this character really do that? Or - what would they do in this situation? So, every act you have your character perform must be true to the profile you’ve already created for them.

BK: Using the letters of your first name as an acronym, describe your book...

MM: Magical and romantic, it’s nefariously appealing.

BK: How did your writing journey begin?

MM: My writing journey began at an early age. I LOVED getting writing assignments in school, and I wrote my first “Gothic” story at age 11. When I discovered Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie mysteries, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. That’s when I started to devour all kinds of books. And when a friend let me borrow The Flame and the Flower by Kathleen Woodiwiss, and I knew I wanted to write romance.

BK: Using the letters from the word, Summer, how would friends and family describe you?

MM:
    S – serious
U- unassuming
M – mild-mannered
M – magnanimous
E – energetic
R – reflective

OK. Maybe I exaggerated a little.

BK: What is the craziest thing you've ever written about, whether it got published or not?

MM: The craziest thing I ever wrote was a 7th grade essay on how a bean burrito travels through the digestive system. It had to be in first person and I guess it left an impression on me!

BK: Tell us one thing you've done in life, that readers would be most surprised to know.

MM: I was a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader while I was in college.

BK: I know everyone will be running off Googling that, LOL. What can we expect from you in the future?

MM: Book Two in the Cursed Princes series comes out in December. It’s called SNOW WHITE AND THE VAMPIRE. Set in Victorian London, it has a sinister side-story featuring the maniacal Jack the Ripper.


This or That...

Coke or Pepsi? Coke – emphatically!

Night Owl or Early Bird? Early Bird

Fantasy or Mystery? Mystery

Pen/Paper or Computer? Both

Pizza or Burger? Pizza

Rock or Country? Rock

Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla

Beach or Mountains? Beach

Thank you very much!! It’s been so fun!


Thank you so much for having us as one of your stops today. It has been great getting to know more about you and your book, and hope you will come back when the next release is out (*hinthint*)

Wishing you much success!


BK Walker

About the Author:

Although Marina Myles lives under the sunny skies of Arizona, she would reside in a historic manor house in foggy England if she had her way. Her love of books began as soon as she read her first fairy tale and grew by leaps and bounds when she discovered Nancy Drew/Agatha Christie mysteries and rich, historical romances.

Dreaming of becoming a published author, she went on to study creative writing at Southern Methodist University—where she received degrees in Communications and English Literature. During her time in Dallas, she had the unique experience of being a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader.

Now with her loyal Maltese close by, she relishes the hours she gets to escape into worlds of fiery—but not easily attained—love affairs. She’s busy being a wife (to her Italian-born husband) and a mother (to her two beautiful daughters), but she is never too busy to hear from her amazing readers.

Represented by Louise Fury of L. Perkins Agency







Beauty and the Wolf
The Cursed Princes ~ Book One
Marina Myles

Genre: Historical/Paranormal Romance (Fairy Tales Retold)

Publisher: Kensington
Date of Publication: June 6, 2013

ISBN: 978-1-60183-099-9
ASIN: B00B86NOEY

Number of pages: 232
Word Count: 72,600


Book Description:

A Union of Curses

Isabella Farrington’s marriage was hasty. For all her new husband’s riches, Lord Draven Winthrop is whispered about, avoided, and feared. Yet Isabella is drawn to Draven’s good looks, his strength, the charm he can turn on as easily as she can blink. The impoverished daughter of an Egyptologist, she knows there are rumors about her, too, and the amulet she wears. Nothing more than superstitious babble…

But when Isabella returns to Draven’s remote coastal manor, she senses there is something more at work in the grim gardens of Thorncliff Towers than superstition. Draven is passionate and seductive, but he has a brutal, uncontrolled side too, and a history of secrets. To live in peace she must discover the reasons behind a gypsy curse and a mother’s scorn. Especially when she learns Draven believes his sweet young bride is doomed to a fate even darker than his own…


EXCERPT FROM BEAUTY AND THE WOLF England, 1818 I am getting married today. The realization bubbled to the surface of Lord Draven Winthrop’s liquor-weighted mind. At the gong of the town clock, he shot up in bed and peered at his surroundings. The décor of the small space was unfamiliar, but the stench of stale ale and the sound of muffled laughter told him he was in a room over the tavern. How had he ended up here—naked? As he forced his cloudy vision to focus on the bedside clock, he gave another start. Ten A.M. Bloody hell! In precisely thirty minutes, he was scheduled to exchange wedding vows with Miss Isabella Farrington. That didn’t leave him much time to return to his estate, dress, and reach St. John’s Abbey on the opposite end of town. He stroked a hand over his face and stopped when he felt the rough fabric of a bandage. An image broke through the fog in his head. The wolf coming out of nowhere, toppling him from his horse, and lunging for him before he could get away. He’d gone for his revolver just as the wolf sunk its teeth into his hand. Draven reached for the bandage and peeled it back. The wounds were gone. Am I seeing things? “Is the roguish Earl of Dunwich having second thoughts about getting married today?” The raven-haired beauty lying beside him propped herself up on one elbow. He stared at her, trying to remember how he’d ended up in her bed. He had been on his way to the tavern for a drink. She was the barmaid who’d attended to his wounds; he remembered that much. He also remembered that, despite her beauty, the pleasure in his balls had evaporated and he’d failed to perform for the first time in his life. While the girl’s cat-like blue eyes had shone with mischief and her creamy breasts had filled his hands like two, perfect mounds of silk, her lips couldn’t match his fiancée’s plump glossy mouth. Nor did her nose twitch enchantingly as did Isabella’s when he attempted a joke. Good God. Was he developing feelings for the woman he was marrying? It was impossible. Love was something Draven didn’t believe in. “Are you having second thoughts?” she repeated. His mouth went dry. Ignoring her question, he climbed out of bed to search for his clothes. “If you’re to marry, m’lord, I hope you won’t lose your lust for fun.” The barmaid giggled like a school-girl. “Perhaps you can come back to my room later to finish what we started last night.” He pointed an unsteady finger at her and smiled. “You’re a tarty one. But I do not intend to disgrace my new bride.” “You mean to say the Earl of Madness is going to be a respectable man now?” she asked. The mention of his public nickname made Draven cringe. It wasn’t a secret he had spent time in an asylum when he was sixteen years old. Who wouldn’t have come to the edge of madness after that horrible night in the woods—a night he could barely bring himself to think of? Being released had been a godsend, but it was a wonder he still had his wits about him—under the threat of the Gypsy’s curse, that is. Why couldn’t he bury the reason for his incarceration along with the rest of his dark past? He stared at his hand again. Could there be any truth to the blasted hex? Despite his drunken state and the overzealous barmaid, maybe the wolf attack happened. If it had—and if his curse came to life beneath this evening’s full moon—what would he have gotten his new bride into so bloody soon? Draven yanked on his clothes and left the tavern room in a hurry. Once he reached his estate, he managed to prepare himself for the wedding—though the preparation was done between rounds of whiskey shots. His late arrival at the abbey garnered him a barrage of contentious stares, but he couldn’t care less. He faced the sour expressions of the guests with his shoulders pinned back. After all, he was Lord Draven Winthrop, infamous rake and nonbeliever in love. His reputation entitled him to carry on the worst wedding in the world and that was damn near what was about to take place. His gaze wavered to the back of the church. There stood his bride. Draped in an understated wedding gown of tiny pearls and lace, Isabella beamed as brightly as the flowers encircling her head. Draven gulped, and as sunlight fell upon Isabella’s sheer veil, he saw hope crest in her eyes. With her shining auburn hair and fine features, she was a beautiful woman—even breathtaking. Why then did she represent a dark cupid about to pierce him with a fatal arrow? Draven was minutes away from losing his freedom, but that wasn’t what was bothering him most. Under the threat of his curse, he couldn’t afford to get too attached to his new wife. It was true that she’d begun to tug at his heartstrings, but he was marrying her for a specific purpose—and he intended to keep things to that. The first strains of organ music bellowed and Draven’s vision blurred. Isabella slid a foot forward and while she made her way down the aisle, he remembered the wolf bite he’d suffered last night. Suddenly he felt nauseous. What if I transform into a werewolf for the first time tonight? In that moment, Draven experienced a new emotion: fear. As Isabella inched closer, he knew this was all wrong—that he was putting her in danger—yet he accepted her hand when she presented it to him. Turning toward the priest with a knot in his gut, he heard something about Isabella honoring and obeying him, followed by something about him taking her for his lawfully wedded wife. Uttering words he couldn’t be sure were correct, he swiveled to face his bride and groped for her hands. He lost himself in the warmth of her stare before she tilted her pert nose upward in anticipation of his kiss. Responding, he lifted her veil and cupped her small, cameo-shaped face. Then he brought his mouth to her lips. A tremendous spark ignited within him—and he was scared for the second time that day. Disliking the feeling intensely, Draven forced his heart to freeze into the iceberg it had always been. And as he drew away from the kiss, he was left with nothing but cold insensitivity. *** Isabella Farrington—now Lady Draven Winthrop, Countess of Dunwich—had only been married for seven hours but she was certain that she’d just made the worst mistake of her life. Jostling inside the polished coach that bore the Winthrop crest, she lunged forward in an ungraceful heap when it came to a stop. Her groom shot her a callous look. “We have arrived.” Catching a glimpse of her new home through the window, Isabella pressed her fingers in her lap to keep them from shaking. Draven’s scowl prompted her out of the carriage and dread raced along her spine as she looked at the imposing structure before her. Set on a sloping bluff, the house known as Thorncliff Towers loomed over her like an enormous, vine-clad fortress. With its sky-high turrets, repressive stone façade, and arcane courtyard, it appeared as unwelcoming as Draven had been inside the carriage. Her husband exited the coach behind her, a mess of a newly married man. Tugging on the points of his vest beneath his great-coat of gold brocade, he indicated to the footman to open the front doors. Then, ignoring Isabella completely, he careened across the pebbled driveway in a cloud of port and cigar fumes. Isabella watched him reach the portico before she gathered her skirts. As she scurried through the open doorway, she nodded to the aged female servant who greeted her. Then, turning her gaze to the manor’s interior, she gave a shudder. Its décor was the epitome of melancholia and neglect. Worn carpets covered yards of scuffed parquet flooring while furniture upholstered in shades of gray filled a vast parlor. An enormous staircase, flanked by gryphon-topped newel posts, anchored the main hall and faced an unlit hearth positioned on another wall. Draven stood beside Isabella in the foyer. Twilight’s haze slanted through a window and illuminated his profile. From his straight, patrician nose to his darkly curled lashes that brushed the rise of his cheekbones, he looked like he could be her Prince Charming. But today her boorish groom had destroyed her dream of living a fairy tale. Draven had appeared at the altar thirty minutes late, unrecognizable and completely foxed. After mucking their vows—who on earth was Laura?—he had either forgotten or disregarded her one request: a bridal bouquet of red roses. Following an embarrassing reception during which he went on to serve cold finger sandwiches and cheap wine, he actually fell asleep in the carriage on the way to Thorncliff Towers. Mouth agape, he’d snored like a pig. Now he gave Isabella an impatient frown as he gestured her up the stairs. She climbed the grand staircase in excruciating silence, highly aware of his hand pressed to the small of her back. Amid walls that seemed hushed by dark secrets, the contact—and thoughts of the intimacy soon to come—made her legs quake. Maybe, she considered, Draven was still too drunk to mind her lack of experience. Perhaps he’ll fall asleep in the middle of our lovemaking. But when Isabella turned around, his sharpened stare plunged those hopes into a dark abyss. He took the lead once they reached the fourth story of the house. She continued to follow him until they arrived at a set of double doors. “My bedchamber,” Draven said without flourish. She crossed her arms while he looked as though he preferred to be miles away from here. From her. “Isn’t it traditional for a groom to come to his bride’s bedchamber on his wedding night?” She couldn’t hide her disappointment at his lack of gallantry. “I sleep best in my own bed,” he growled. “The sooner you come to know my preferences, the better off we will be.” Isabella didn’t dare tell him he was more fun when he drank, especially after he had suggested she try the wine at the reception for the same reason. With barely a look in her direction, he reached for the door handle. “You have done nothing but humiliate me today,” she said, biting back a full verbal assault. After all, Draven was her only hope for what she desperately needed: financial help for her down-trodden father. “The least you can do is carry me across the threshold.” Her husband eyed her for a moment, his dark eyes boring into her very soul. “Very well, but it is the last time I shall carry you anywhere.” Lifting her off the ground as if she were the lightest of feathers, he transported her through the doorway only to plop her on her feet at once. Then he marched to the window and gazed at the night sky awash with clouds. “You can change in there,” he said, pointing to his dressing room without tearing his stare from the window. Isabella hurried to the box-sized room. The faint odor of tobacco mixed with sandalwood clung to the air. Since she had refused the help of an abigail, she took her time removing her wedding gown and securing it on a hanger in the wardrobe. Had Draven noticed that the dress was second-hand and frayed? She set aside her shame and pulled on a cream-colored negligee he had supplied and stole a look in the mirror. She was a rather plain sight for a bride. With her auburn curls swept off her face in a simple chignon and her face free of rouge and lip-stain, she had put forth little effort this morning. And why not? Her mother, dead a year and two months now, hadn’t been there to help—or hug—her as she prepared to marry a man she hardly knew. Isabella had been introduced to Draven at a cousin’s birthday fête six weeks ago and his unexpected appearance at the Farringtons’ home in London the next day left her to wonder what a man like him could want with her. When he began to court her, he claimed that his title demanded he marry someone. Isabella, in return, had seen Draven as her last resort. Isabella’s eyes shifted to the very object responsible for her social eviction: The cursed amulet of Tousret. The trouble began when word of her dark prophecy spread through London. In no time at all, suitors who’d previously shown her interest vanished into thin air. Further ruination occurred when she was released from her governess position. Brushing her fingertips over the stone that hung around her neck, she told herself to think of her father. She was doing all of this for him. A noteworthy archaeologist, Sir Harris Farrington had spent the family’s last half-penny on a trip to Egypt to find the amulet. He managed to unearth it, but the necklace wasn’t nearly as valuable as it would have been if he’d found its counterpart, the bracelet of Amenhotep. To add to the disaster, Isabella’s father had pushed the limits of the dig by sending three workers into a deep ravine to search for the bracelet. When the workers died, the gross mismanagement of the venture sank Harris Farrington’s reputation. After that, finding sponsors for future digs proved impossible. Isabella ran a finger along the stone’s thin, silver chain. When her father had given her the necklace for safe-keeping, he had begged her never to don it. But she was a skeptic at heart and didn’t believe in curses. She felt the best way to protect it was to wear it, and now with the pin money Draven gave her as a wedding gift her father would be able to return to Egypt and search for Amenhotep’s bracelet. It was an enchanted piece of jewelry thought to have the power to undo the stone’s prophecy—as well as restore her father’s professional viability. “What’s taking so long?” Draven’s gruff voice penetrated the wall. “I’ll be out in a moment!” The mirror bounced back the quiver of Isabella’s voice and the paleness of her face. Just breathe. To calm her nerves, she unraveled her hair from its tight chignon and smoothed her freed curls. “I may fall asleep if you don’t come to bed!” Draven’s snarl caused her to jump. Sucking in a breath, she entered her husband’s suite. As Draven reclined in bed, the hunger in his obsidian eyes made her heart skitter. His smooth chest rose and fell beneath an opened, white shirt while the lights and shadows bouncing from the hearth enhanced his hollowed cheekbones. Stepping closer, Isabella couldn’t help but notice how enticingly his black, shoulder-length hair glimmered in the firelight. At the very least, she was grateful that Draven was handsome. She had even softened like a wet leaf during their brief wedding kiss. If only his dark nature and intimidating scowl didn’t alarm her so. He threw back the bed-sheet. A defined torso rising out of a pair of low-slung breeches made her avert her eyes. “Join me,” he commanded. She turned away from him, braced her legs against the side of the mattress, and slid into bed. After drawing the counterpane beneath her chin, she stared up at the ceiling. She could hardly believe she was here. “I must admit that I’m nervous,” she said. “This will be my first time, well…” The words hung in the air as heavily as if someone had used foul language in church. Draven frowned. “If you weren’t a virgin, I wouldn’t have married you.” He rolled closer to her but when she locked eyes with him, his ravenous stare made her draw back. In a slow, sultry motion, Draven tugged the counterpane down and traced her amulet with his fingertips. His touch on her chest was incredibly hot, as if his entire body were engulfed in flames. She, in contrast, shuddered icy jolts in her nervous state. “Is this the stone that put gossipmongers in a dither?” he asked. She nodded and looked down at the curio. It felt strange to have someone else touch it. He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you ever take it off?” “No.” “You’re not afraid of the stone’s prophecy?” Draven looked puzzled. She shook her head. He retracted his hand. “What, exactly, does the legend foretell?” Staring into his fiery eyes, she could hardly think. “Well”—she scrambled to gather her thoughts—“nearly three thousand years ago, the amulet belonged to a headstrong, Egyptian princess named Tousret. This princess made Amenhotep, a high priest in her court, one of her secret lovers. As punishment for her selfishness—and for this priest breaking his holy vows—the Underworld God saw to it that Princess Tousret was drawn to Amenhotep in the worst possible way: a fatal attraction as it were. The God’s dark forces willed Tousret to stab Amenhotep before turning the knife on herself. Now any female who wears the stone even once is doomed to take the life of her true love before committing suicide.” Draven’s eyes widened. “You are braver than I thought.” She blushed. It was the first compliment he’d given her. “The amulet is a part of my father. He risked his life to find it.” Draven fell into silence before he met her gaze again. “Lucky for you, I don’t believe in curses.” The small tremor beneath his eye told Isabella he was lying. “Still,” he said, “the amulet symbolizes too much dark history for my taste. Next time, I want you to remove it.” Next time? She was barely managing this round of intimacy. Desire darkened Draven’s eyes and Isabella gulped. He leaned closer, his mouth hovering hers. She pinched her eyes shut and folded her hands over her stomach to prepare for his kiss. He stopped. “There is no reason to be prim and proper with me. You’re no longer a governess.” Isabella’s eyes flew open at his condescending tone. It took all the restraint she could muster to hold her tongue. Draven shoved the counterpane to the foot of the bed and studied the outline of her body. He drew her to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, igniting a crackle of energy between them. Isabella’s throat caught and in a surreal moment, he clamped his mouth over hers. When his tongue forced its way past her lips, her blood moved in wild rushes—and control over her emotions slipped from her grasp. She closed her eyes in silent ecstasy, surrendering to the deepness of the kiss and to the excitement it stirred in her. The jab of Draven’s knee between her thighs snapped her back to reality. Chiding herself for reacting to him with such passion, she composed herself. His hand swept over her breasts and when it descended to the flat plane of her abdomen, Isabella stiffened. She found it difficult to breathe under the pressure of his mouth and she had no idea to which side to tilt her head. As his arousal grew solid against her leg, her pulse leapt at the foreign feel of it. Rolling on top of her, Draven’s shirt-tails draped over her negligee and, as he traced her lips with the ease of an expert, Isabella remembered his previous kisses. She’d known him to be tender, at least in those moments, so she began to relax a bit. Then he began pawing her. Reaching down, he pried her knees apart and slipped his hand into the open space. When he rubbed her core in rough motions, her limbs froze. Her groom was a devastatingly handsome man but she was only willing to acquiesce to him at her own speed. “Forgive me,” she said. “I’ve heard that creating a child can be a magical experience. It’s just that—” She blinked against a bright light. Shifting her gaze to the window, she saw that a full moon had emerged through a pair of parted clouds. As the ivory cast spilled across Draven’s face, he pulled away from her with eyes that flashed a profound fear. “I must inform you that I have no intention of fathering any offspring,” he said. The admission couldn’t have knocked Isabella more off balance. “I…I don’t understand.” Draven bolted out of bed. His entire body began to shake. “I have personal reasons for not wanting a child. But what you need to know is that we will use a modern form of prevention.” She pulled herself to a sitting position. “You choose this moment, our wedding night, to inform me of this? Didn’t you think I should have a say in the matter?” As the veins on his temples bulged and pounded, she recoiled against the headboard. “Something is happening to me,” he said, spinning away from her. All at once, his shirt split up the middle of his back and fell to the floor. Then, with his face hidden from view, he picked up a chair and hurled it through the window. Isabella whipped back the bed-sheet, her hand pressed to her mouth in horror. What is happening? Fearing for her safety, she rushed inside the dressing room and locked the door. Through her sobs, she heard a loud cry then more breaking glass. A minute later, all was quiet. She grabbed Draven’s wool coat and draped it over her negligee. Turning the doorknob with a quaking hand, she forced herself to peer into the bedchamber. Wind whistled into the room through the shattered window and the fire in the hearth had all but died out. But Draven was nowhere to be found. Seizing the chance to flee the room, Isabella escaped into the corridor and raced downstairs. She’d known this loveless marriage was a bad idea, but now she was truly frightened. Refusing to stay at Thorncliff Towers a moment longer, she ran for the stables. And with every step she took, she vowed never to return.






ShareThis