Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Book Tour {Excerpt & Giveaway} First Blood by Judy Serrano

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About the Author

Judy Serrano graduated from Texas A&M University, Commerce with a BA in English. She is a substitute teacher at her children’s school district and teaches developmental writing at a local college. She is also a freelance writer for certain on-line periodicals and does editing for indie authors. She is the author of The Easter’s Lilly Series, The Linked Series, and The Ivy Vines, Visions Series.

Although she is originally from New York, she currently resides in Texas with her husband, four children, (all boys) and five dogs. She is also a singer/songwriter in her spare time.

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About the Book

Diamond never asked to be a vampire. Unfortunately for her, her transition requires her to have her first blood given to her by a full-blooded, male vampire. Her father takes her to Dante, the kingpin of the vampire mafia, who is a close and old friend of the family, to do the job. After much resistance, Dante accepts and their worlds are turned upside down. Dante unexpectedly links to Diamond, causing a connection that appears to be unbreakable. The only known cure for vampirism is when a vampire links to the soul of a human: the soul that once belonged to them.

Diamond is discovered to have a special and unique bloodline, which makes her extremely valuable to the vampire species. As more and more vampires become aware of her gift, the race is on to see who can gain control of her first. With her first blood gone, her new love hovering, and a rival gang hanging in the midst, it is all Diamond can do to stay safe. Will her link to Dante save her, or put her in more danger than she can handle. Sometimes true love is worth the risk.

First Blood By Judy Serrano

Book Excerpt

I am not a vampire, but the voices in my head tell me otherwise. My cold skin, my hunger for red meat, it was all a sign. My sister, Sapphire, seemed to miss the whole experience. No symptoms at all. No waking up at night in cold sweats, no sores in her mouth, or pain in her teeth. Why did she always get so lucky? It wasn’t fair.

The rain drizzled before us as a thick fog enveloped the taxi. I looked out the window, trying to steady my hands before we arrived. The guards let us through a tall, iron gate, and my sister reached over and grabbed my hand. “It’ll be okay, Diamond. This is what she wanted.” I nodded. It was always about what she wanted. No one else had any say.

“She’s right, you know,” my father added. “You’ll like him. Everyone does.”

I nodded again, still unable to speak. My father’s best friends accompanied us. Ashley, Kyle, and Rex. He wasn’t sure how Dante would take the news and he needed some backup. Kyle was ridiculously sexy. Broad shoulders and muscles other men envied. He had dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Rex was tall and slender with short spiked, blond hair. Also handsome but he may as well have had “womanizer” stamped on his forehead. He knew nothing of commitment and wore it well. Ashley was blond and gorgeous. I couldn’t understand how none of them ever claimed her. She was about 5 foot 6, thin, and tough as nails. Personally, I had always thought she was in love with my father, but my mother didn’t like to talk about her, so it was just speculation on my part.

The car pulled up to what looked like an old mansion. It was something you might see in an old movie. Terror ripped through me as the car stopped. My dad got out and held the door open for us. We approached the entrance, and my father rapped on the door using an old doorknocker. There was no bell.

A man opened the door and looked at my father. “Cliff,” he started. “You look well.” Then his face dropped. “Oh no… I’m sorry, Cliff. We hadn’t heard.”

“Thank you,” he answered. “Is Dante home? I need to see him.”

“The guards told him you were coming. We weren’t expecting you. This may be quite a shock.”

“I couldn’t tell him over the phone,” he continued. “Please tell him we’re here.”

He opened the door and we stumbled inside. The place was like a museum. There was artwork and sculptures all over the living room. There were three men and a woman sitting at what looked like a bar. One of the men had a neatly pulled back ponytail, much like Kyle’s. That was all we could see from the back. That had to be him. That had to be Dante.

He turned around and looked at us. “Heathcliff,” he started. He was smiling.

At first.

He started to walk in our direction when his face fell. It was quite sudden. “You’re 26.” My dad nodded. “You were in your 40s when…” He stopped and looked at me. “Is this Diamond?”

“Yes, she’s 18 today, Dante.”

He looked over my father’s head as though he was looking for someone. “No!”

“I’m sorry, Dante…”

“She’s gone? She can’t be gone. She wouldn’t leave me.”

“She didn’t leave, Dante, she was taken.”

He reached for a vase on a table near to where he was standing and hurled it across the room. It slammed into a wall and shattered. My dad reached around and grabbed both my sister and me, pushing us behind him as though he thought we suddenly needed protection. Dante was howling out in pain with agony of which I was not familiar. It was like something inside him was dying. The woman grabbed him, but he fought her. “No!” he kept shouting. “No, this can’t be happening!”

She finally managed to get a hold of him and he wrapped his arms around her and started to cry. He was weeping sorrowfully like his whole world had just been blown apart. The woman looked over at the men who were sitting with Dante when we first arrived and said, “They were linked. Cliff and Daphne were linked. If the human dies first in a link, the humanized vampire turns back into a vampire in his original form. Dante and the human were close.” They said nothing, but continued to look at him with distress in their eyes. “Too close if you asked me,” she added, looking back over at my father. “Give us a minute, will you, Cliff?”

“Of course, Julia. We’ll be in the kitchen.”

We walked away, although I was unsure of what to do next. I had never met Dante before, so I had no idea what kind of connection he had with my mother. When we discovered she was gone, there was a Bible on the floor with Dante’s picture in it. She had told me about him, of course, and prepared me for this day.

“You knew he’d take it hard,” Kyle reminded him. “Shoot, I’d do it if I could, you know that.”

“You would have been my choice,” he answered, “but we need him.”

A little time had passed, and Julia called us back into the living room. My anxiety level had reached its peak. I almost couldn’t breathe. Dante got up from the bar and approached us, his eyes focusing on mine. “I’m sorry,” Dante started. “I apologize. Your mother… she was everything to me.”

“Please don’t apologize, Dante,” my father said. “We knew it would be quite a shock.”

“Why not call and tell me, Cliff. A little heads up would’ve been great.” He looked at all of us as though he was evaluating us somehow. First Ashley, then Sapphire, and lastly me. He looked me up and down and finally rested his eyes on mine. “How did she die?”

“We don’t know,” I answered. “We heard her scream, and we ran to the bedroom to see what was wrong. She was looking at a picture of you that she kept hidden in a Bible.”

“In a Bible. You’re kidding, right?”

“No, no humor here, although the irony is not lost on us,” my dad added. “Imagine my surprise.”

Dante smiled as if he had won some kind of contest. “Go on…”

“That was all. Her Bible and your picture were on the floor. There was a broken picture of our family beside it. She was gone.”

“How do you know for sure that she’s dead, then?” he asked my dad.

“A few hours after she went missing, I turned 26 years old again. So whoever had her, killed her later that afternoon.”

“Oh.” He sighed. “So she’s really gone.”

“It appears so. I’m sorry. No one misses her more than I do.”

“I am sorry for your loss,” he continued. Then he looked at my father’s face as though he was trying to read his thoughts. “So, you’re here. Obviously it’s for more than a quick message. What’s going on? Do you need money?”

“No, not money.”

“There must be something.”

“I need to ask you a favor. It’s important.”

“Sure, Cliff. Anything, you know that.”

My dad let out a breath and looked at the wedding ring that he still wore on his left ring finger. It was as though he was gathering courage. He looked back up at Dante with an expression that would scare anyone. “Diamond is at the age of her transition.”

Dante’s eyes narrowed. “And…”

“I need your help, Dante.”

“You want me to be her first blood? Is that what you’re asking?”

“Yes, Dante. It was what Daphne wanted.”

“Cliff, do you know what that entails?”

“Yes, I know.”

“Sex, Cliff, she will ultimately be having sex with me.” I shuddered.

“Don’t make this harder on me than it already is, Dante.” My father put his face in his hands for a second, and then looked back up. “It has to be you.”

“I’m sorry, Cliff. It just wouldn’t be right.”

“It’s what she wanted. You. You are the one.”

“Why can’t Kyle do it?”

“He’s half human. It has to be someone who’s got true vampire blood.”

“Rex, then.”

“He won’t. Diamond is too much like a daughter to him.”

His face scrunched up for a second. “I’m sorry, Cliff, you’ll have to get someone else.” He walked away from us and sat back down at the bar. One of the men standing there poured a shot into a shot glass, and Dante downed it. “It’s been quite a day.”

My dad approached him and threw a sealed letter down in front of him. “I haven’t read it. But it’s got your name on it.”

He picked it up and smelled it. He closed his eyes for a moment as though he were breathing her in somehow. I saw what looked like fangs descend. I’m sure I gasped.

“Dante…” My dad rubbed his fingers up and down his own mouth, hinting, I suppose, that his fangs were showing.

“She’s even doing it to me now.”

“Please, read it,” he urged him. “Please…” Dante shook his head and his fangs disappeared. I know I let out a breath. We had no idea what was in that letter.

As he opened it, he looked over at me. “You look just like her. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes,” I answered. “Thank you.”

“It is quite the compliment. My brother, Charlie… did she ever mention him?”

“Yes,” I answered. “He’s Sapphire’s biological father.”

“That’s right. He and Cliff fought over her like nobody’s business.”

“And you?” I asked. “Did you fight for her?”

He smiled facetiously and looked at my father, who was already scowling. “Obviously not,” he answered. “If I did, I would have won.”

“I guess I didn’t expect you to be so… immodest,” I admitted. He smiled. “If she meant so much to you, why not fight for her?”

“They were linked,” he answered. “When Cliff was human, he possessed the same soul that eventually found Daphne. When the soul found Cliff again… well… it linked them. I couldn’t compete with that. It was hard enough accepting that I would never have her. I couldn’t watch her long for me and then give her back to him.”

“You wish,” my dad added. “She loved me. The way she felt about you was not the same.”

“Is this the right time to piss me off, Cliff?”

My dad snickered. “Just read the damn letter.”

“Out loud?” he asked. “What if there’s something in there about her feelings for me that you don’t want to know?”

“I have no worries. If you want to read it out loud… that’s up to you.”

He opened up the envelope and unfolded the letter. He handled it with such care. It was as though he thought he might damage it if he wasn’t careful. Then he looked up at me. “Your mom and I… we never…”

“I know,” I answered. “She spoke of you often.”

He smiled. His friend poured him another shot and he downed it again. Then he cleared his throat and began to read.

My dearest Dante,

You are and have always been my very best friend. I know you are feeling disheartened right now, and I understand completely. But I need you to be strong for me. Once again, I am coming to you for a favor.

My daughter will die during the transition if she doesn’t have someone to give her first blood.

Although Sapphire appears to have missed her time of transition, Diamond is not yet there. I want it to be you, my dearest Dante. You and I will never have that bond. But it’s not too late for Diamond.

His eyes filled with tears and he looked away from us for a moment. We could tell he was trying to regain composure. Then he went back to reading.

I will always love you, Dante. You will always have a special place in my heart, in life, and now in death. Please don’t turn her away. Don’t turn your back on me.

Eternally,

Daphne.

Without another word, he put the letter down on the bar and got up from his bar stool. His eyes locked with mine in a way that paralyzed me. I couldn’t turn and run, although that was my first instinct. “I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. I’m Dante Franco.” My heart began to pound. I was sure he could hear it from where he was standing. “Diamond, it is a pleasure.” He kissed the back of my hand.

“Does this mean you’ll do it?” my father asked.

“I can’t say no to Daphne. You know that.” The relief in my father’s face nearly lit up the room. Then Dante put both his hands on my face and looked deeply into my soul. I thought he might kiss me for a minute, but he didn’t. He was drawing from me somehow, and I couldn’t make it stop. “Would you give me a moment to speak with her? Alone?”



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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Book Tour {Excerpt & Giveaway} Asking for Trouble by Anna J. Stewart



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Asking for Trouble (Tremayne Family, #1)Asking for Trouble
(Tremayne Family #1)
Anna J. Stewart
Adult Contemporary Romance
February 17th 2015 by Berkley InterMix


The Tremaynes are one of the most prosperous families in Lantano Valley, California. But money can’t buy everything—especially when it comes to love…

Morgan Tramayne has a heart of gold, but to keep her children’s charity afloat she’s had to resort to some less than legal means: donations from a notorious cat burglar who targets the wealthy. It’s only a matter of time before Morgan’s criminal connection blows up in her face—especially since her undeniable attraction to the man heading the investigation keeps putting her in tricky situations.

Former police detective-turned-investigator Gage Juliano has two goals: salvaging his career and nabbing Lantano Valley’s present-day Robin Hood. But when he meets a beautiful, curvaceous woman who’s more interested in helping others than amassing a fortune like the rest of the town’s residents, Gage finds his desires pulled in an unexpected direction…

Note: This novel contains some mature content.


Excerpt

“I thought I might catch you here, Inspector.”

Gage Juliano’s hand froze on the slender metal handle of the glass door to Lorenzo’s café.  The sound of the District Attorney’s voice kicked the jackhammer headache pounding behind Gage’s eyes into sync with his caffeine-neglected blood. His spine stiffened as his boss approached. “Sir?”

“I thought we agreed to ditch the ‘sir.’” Evan Marshall pushed off from where he’d been leaning against the real estate office next door and stopped beside Gage. He lifted his chin, took a deep breath, and smiled, no doubt catching the addictive roasted aroma that brought Gage to this door every afternoon at this time. “You didn’t think you could keep this place to yourself forever, did you?”

The corners of Gage’s mouth quirked. As a matter of fact, he had. “Can I swear you to silence?”

“Depends. How good is the coffee?”

“Good enough I’m regretting not bringing my gun. Sir.”

Evan laughed and slapped a hand on Gage’s shoulder. “My lips are sealed and the coffee’s on me.”

Gage may have only worked for the D.A. for a month, but he’d learned early on that Evan never went anywhere or met anyone without proper motivation.

“What’s so important you had to stake out my afternoon escape instead of knocking on my office door?” Gage asked once they had coffee in hand and were headed back to the historic brick warehouse that housed the D.A.’s office. The instant Gage took a long, throat-scalding swallow, his system calmed and zinged at the same time. The day righted itself once more.

Evan pulled out his cell phone and accessed his pictures, then turned the screen toward Gage. “You know this guy?”

The picture was blurry, as Evan had obviously snapped it through a glass window, but Gage couldn’t place the middle-aged, paunch-heavy, over-tanned man. The shit-brown suit he wore told Gage the man wasn’t a conformist. He had his own way of doing things. “No. I’ve never met him before. Cop?”

“Close. He’s a Fed.”

Despite the steaming coffee, Gage’s blood turned to ice cubes that clattered one by one into his stomach.

“An Agent Kolfax,” Evan said. “He called me into the FBI’s temporary office this morning for a meeting, and while I was waiting, I saw this on his desk.” Evan flipped to the previous photo, handed the phone over so Gage could see the document.

A solitary page of official FBI letterhead listing a string of contact numbers was topped with a fluorescent pink sticky note covered in almost illegible scribbles. Gage’s gut clenched as he made out a smattering of phrases and names, but one word stood out enough to raise the hair on his neck. “Why would the FBI be interested in the Nemesis case? And what does that case have to do with the Tremayne family?”


You’ve met Anna J. Stewart (or someone like her) before. She was the girl who spun in circles on the playground hoping her Wonder Woman costume would magically appear before playing cops and robbers a la Charlie’s Angels–as Sabrina (she was the smart one). Anna was the girl in the back of the class with a paperback romance hidden in her algebra book (and yes, she failed algebra).
Growing up in the 70′s and 80′s meant there weren’t a lot of YA books, so she ventured early into mainstream fiction and read Stephen King’s CARRIE at the age of 8. Discovering Nora Roberts and romance novels early in high school opened her eyes to the wonders of storytelling and the beauty of a happily ever after.

So here she is, many years later with an English degree from CSU Sacramento, an RWA Golden Heart nomination behind her, countless stories in her head, and a serious addiction to STAR TREK, SUPERNATURAL, and SHERLOCK. She recently wrapped up a nearly 8-year stint working as assistant to NYTimes bestselling author Brenda Novak where she helped run Brenda's annual online auction for diabetes research. When she's not writing or reading (which she never has enough time for!), she's working on dollhouse miniatures and tolerating her overly-affectionate cat named Snickers (or perhaps it's Snickers who tolerates her).


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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Book Tour {Guest Post} Drawing Conclusions by Deidre Verne

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Drawing Conclusions by Deidre Verne

Drawing Conclusions

Paperback: 312 pages
Publisher: MIDNIGHT INK (February 8, 2015)
ISBN-13: 978-0738741314
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Synopsis

Cece dumpster dives her way through this suspense-filled murder mystery...

Cece Prentice is a most unusual young woman. Heiress to a large fortune thanks to her doctor father, who is the head of a genome company on Long Island, Cece is also a freegan—ecologically-minded and socially conscious. If that happens to include dumpster diving for half an old hamburger, previously started by someone she has never met, then so be it.

Cece would still be going about her ordinary, albeit weird, life had her beloved twin brother Teddy not been murdered. Drawn into the police investigation, CeCe uses her sketching abilities and knowledge of her father's company to provide Detective DeRosa with the clues he needs to ferret out what happened to Teddy. But she soon realizes that this mystery is much more complicated than she ever imagined.

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Write What You Know       

We’ve all heard the old adage – write what you know. This works just fine if you’ve got firsthand exposure to a topic or theme that makes for a good story. If your life is, well, just average, you may want to avoid what you know.

I learned this lesson the hard way. I had written an entire mystery novel based on my experiences as a college professor. Along the way, my unsuspecting students had been become murder suspects. Every dank campus stairwell, the ideal spot for a murder. And my poor officemate – I had imagined her horrific death in a dozen different scenarios.

With three hundred crisply printed pages on the subject of a murder on a campus, I headed off to my first Sisters-in-Crime chapter meeting at a library in Manhattan. The guest speaker, a literary agent, had been scheduled to speak on hot trends in the market.

            “If I see another manuscript from a professor about a murder on a campus, I’m just about going to die.”

That was the agent’s opening statement. I nearly passed out. When I came to, I realized a new strategy was in order. Apparently what I knew, put people to sleep. Maybe this was the opportunity to live outside my small world. A win-win for myself and my new reader.

Without this kick in the pants, I would have never discovered my eco-friendly, Dumpster diving main character, CeCe Prentice. After much research on topics far outside my comfort zone, I had made a new friend and found a whole new world to discover. I’m excited that this realization has resulted in the Sketch in Crime mystery series.
Better yet, my officemate is no longer afraid to be in the same room as me. I think I’ll give her a free copy of Drawing Conclusions just to be sure.

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About This Author

Deirdre Verne (Scarsdale, NY) is a college professor and an active college blogger. A writer for the millennium crowd, Deirdre’s interest in green living inspired her to create an off-the-grid character who Dumpster dives her way though a suspense-filled mystery series. A member of Sisters in Crime, Deirdre’s short stories appear in all three New York chapter anthologies – Murder New York Style, Murder New York Style: Fresh Slices and Family Matters.

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Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Blog Tour {Interview & Giveaway} The Stillness of the Sky by Starla Huchton


Title: The Stillness of the Sky
Author: Starla Huchton
Series: A Flipped Fairy Tale
Genre: Fantasy /YA
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Feb 2 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print

Blurb/Synopsis

"Once upon a time, my life was certain: it was insignificant, and it was cruel. But I refused to let it define me, no matter how great the cost.

Once upon a time, I made a wish. The world I knew grew wider than the sky and higher than the stars, and I listened to the voice within me, reaching out for freedom.

Once upon a time, my wish became my fate, and my destiny the hardest lesson to learn: kindness may be the most difficult path, but it can save entire kingdoms.”

Excerpt

It took my vision a few moments to adjust to the sudden brightness, but when I did, I couldn’t believe the sight in front of me. Stunned, I staggered backwards, all but falling down as my gaze drifted up from the base of the enormous plant that had sprung up overnight.

The bottom was easily twenty feet wide to either side of me, with massive leaves bursting from curled vines thicker than a man’s shoulders were broad. It seemed to be not a single plant, but three twisted around each other, leading up and up into the sky. I followed the trail of leaves spiraling around it like a giant staircase until I lost sight of them in the clouds obscuring the top.

What, by the spirits, was that thing, and how had it come to be there so instantaneously? What enchantment conjured it? Even more, how long would it remain? Eventually someone would notice it and ask all sorts of questions, and I wouldn’t have any answers for them.

I paused, hitting on one word swirling in my mind: enchantment. In running from the wolves, I’d dropped the beans. While I couldn’t prove it myself, I was fairly certain they were some sort of magic. Therefore, the only reasonable explanation, even though it was the most outlandish thing I’d ever entertained, was that the plant before me was the result of the three beans being exposed to soil and water.

“Either you’ve hit your head very hard, lost your mind completely, or found something amazing, Jack,” I said out loud, hoping that talking through the development might bring me some clarity. “As you’re not in terrible pain, let’s discount the first one for the time being.”

My feet moved without my thinking, and I carried on my monologue, trying to puzzle it out. “You might be talking to yourself, but nothing up until this moment has ever given you cause to doubt the reliability of your brain. That leaves one option.”

I stopped walking, marveling at the turn of events. As I watched, a single leaf uncurled from the base of the humongous beanstalk, spreading out on the ground before me like a carpet. Was it a greeting? That leaf led to another slightly above it, and a third and fourth after that. Each was perfectly positioned, one leading to the next.

If ever I’d been given an invitation to anything, that was it.

Not entirely sold on it, I wandered back to where I’d woken, retrieving my pack and cap from between the layers of leaves. The hat was a bit soggy when I placed it on my head, but I was sure it would dry quickly with the heat of day already growing rapidly. Again at the leaf that unfurled before me, I lifted my gaze up, following it once more into the clouds.

“I wonder how high it goes?”

The thought of being at such an elevation, looking out over everyone and everything, cemented my decision. People climbed mountains only to say they’d done it. They built larger and larger structures for no better reason than gaining a closer perspective on the stars. Why should I be any different? How many could say they’d encountered a plant such as this, and how regretful would they feel for having passed up the opportunity?

Tentatively, I set my foot upon the leaf, unsure if it would even hold me. It gave some, but easily supported what little weight I carried. A large man might find it impassable, but for me, a girl of sixteen with years of hunger under her belt, I’d have no cause to worry.

Well, no cause pending the strength of the greenery held out all the way to the top.

As many times as I’d looked to the sky, never before had it seemed so full of promise.

With a firm nod, I started up. After all, what was the worst that could happen? If nothing else, I’d finally know what it felt like to fly.

Interview

How do you cope with writer’s block?
Usually I watch movies where things blow up a lot. Shutting off my brain helps unblock the words.

What are you working on right now?
I’m currently working on my third Flipped Fairy Tale, Ride the Wind.

What is the most difficult part of the whole writing process?
It depends on the story. I usually wrestle with the middle until I find the thing that propels me foreward. After about 20,000 words, I have to stop and make a list of plot points I want to hit, which gets me moving again.

What do you think about the future of book publishing?
I think I have no idea what’s going on with it, but I’m gonna roll with whatever changes come my way. I just want to keep sharing stories. My crystal ball is in the shop, and I’m not nearly on top of things enough to make any guesses about what’s coming. Who know? Maybe in ten years all books will be written in tattoos across the backs of strapping young men who dedicate their lives to parading around the world to share words with the masses. Or maybe we’ll all have little chips implanted in our brains that automagically beam stories from an author’s brain into everyone else’s. That would be both terrifying and awesome.

How did you decide how to publish your books?
Well, I’m mostly just impatient and I got tired of waiting around for someone to tell me how, when, and where I could share my stories. I love having ultimate control over my work and finding ways to improve with every step of the way. I like that I don’t need someone leading me by the hand everywhere I go. I get to decide how many books to put out and at what pace and in whatever genre I want. Because I like being the boss of me, there really wasn’t a lot of hemming and hawing involved.

What has writing taught you about yourself?
I don’t know that’s it’s taught me so much about myself, so much as it’s taught me how to be more observant of other people. What makes people act the way they do? Why do they say the things they say? How would those people react in a different situation? Writing has opened up the way I think about people and, maybe as a result, made me a little more understanding of others.

How do the people in your life seem to view your writing career?
At first, to other people, they either didn’t know I was writing or, if they did, assumed it was just a quirky hobby. I think putting out my first book might’ve been a shock to some because OMG SHE FINISHED SOMETHING, but eventually the surprise wears off. It’s always funny because when my husband tells people he works with that I’m a writer they never say much about it. A few days later I get reports of people telling him they Googled me and how wide-eyed they get about my list of books and the covers I do. It’s kind of funny and I always giggle over it a little.

What advice would you give other writers?
Head down, keep writing. One book isn’t enough, and neither is two, three, or four. The only way you’ll ever be successful is to put out book after book after book regardless of sales figures or naysayers. It’s about outlasting, not outreaching others. I don’t need a million-copy-selling book to be happy, just the next plot in my sights. Only on the day you run out of stories to tell are you a failure, so just keep plugging away.

What do you see as the biggest challenge today for writers starting out?
Getting discouraged after their book “flops.” A writer must be able to look beyond their current book. Always be improving your game, whether it’s by hiring an editor and learning your craft better, or investing in a dazzling new cover. So many new authors think that one book is going to do it, and I think it’s that sort of thinking that’s the biggest challenge for writers. They shouldn’t be asking “what did I do wrong?” but “how can I do it better?” and then applying what they learn going forward.  Tenacity is key. If you want it bad enough, you HAVE to keep working for it. Always.

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A geek of all trades, Starla Huchton has been crafting stories in various genres since 2007. Her first novel, The Dreamer’s Thread, was released as a full cast audiobook podcast, becoming a double-nominee and finalist for the 2010 Parsec Awards. After releasing short fiction of steampunk, noir fantasy, and other varieties, she released the first three books of the Sci-Fi Romance Endure series in 2013. All three books of the Evolution series, a New Adult Superhero Romance series, were released in 2014, as well as a Steampunk Fantasy novel, Master of Myth (the Antigone’s Wrath series, book 1), which was the first place winner of the Crested Butte Writers’ contest, The Sandy, in 2012. Shadows on Snow, a gender-flipped retelling of Snow White, releases in November 2014.

When not writing, Starla trains three Minions, a black lab, and a military husband whilst designing book covers for independent authors and publishers at DesignedByStarla.com

Places to find Starla

Places to find The Stillness in the Sky 

Other Works by Starla A.K.A ~ S.A.
Evolution Series
The Endure Series
Maven #1
Paradigm #4 (WIP)
The Antigone’s Wrath Series
Master of Machines #2 (WIP)
Stand Alones
A Flipped Fairy Tale

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Monday, February 9, 2015

Book Tour {Guest Post & Giveaway} DEAREST by Alethea Kontis


A themed tour with Prism Book Tours.


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by Alethea Kontis
YA Fantasy
Hardcover & ebook, 320 Pages
February 3rd 2015 by HMH Books for Young Readers

“A fabulous fairy-tale mashup that deserves hordes of avid readers. Absolutely delectable.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review of award-winning series debut Enchanted

Readers met the Woodcutter sisters (named after the days of the week) in Enchanted and Hero. In this delightful third book, Alethea Kontis weaves together some fine-feathered fairy tales to focus on Friday Woodcutter, the kind and loving seamstress. When Friday stumbles upon seven sleeping brothers in her sister Sunday’s palace, she takes one look at Tristan and knows he’s her future. But the brothers are cursed to be swans by day. Can Friday’s unique magic somehow break the spell?

The Other Woodcutter Sisters Books
 Hero (Woodcutter Sisters #2)
Links for Enchanted

Links for Hero

Guest Post

A Weave of Words Fairy Tale Rant Intro

It was my friend Nicole who first introduced me to "A Weave of Words." This book, based on an Armenian folktale, was retold by fairy tale master Robert San Souci and beautifully illustrated by Raul Colon back in 1998.
 
The book, out of print now (but still fairly easy to acquire), is about a lazy prince and a weaver's daughter. In order to win her heart, the prince learns to read and write and weave. In return, the weaver's daughter learns to ride a horse and fight with a sword. When the prince is captured by an evil demon, he secretly weaves a carpet full of secret messages to be delivered to his true love...who subsequently hops on a horse and leads the army to rescue him.
 
A fairy tale starring two main characters who work hard and actually deserve each other! A win in my book, certainly. There was only one bit of sadness surrounding this tale (beyond it being out of print) -- Robert San Souci passed away this past December, right before Christmas. (For those unfamiliar with San Souci's work, he was a folklorist who wrote many wonderful picture books, and even consulted with Disney on Mulan.) My heart goes out to him, and thanks him (and Nicole!) most humbly for bringing this beautiful tale into my life. 



Alethea Kontis courtesy of Lumos Studio 2012
New York Times bestselling author Alethea Kontis is a princess, a fairy godmother, and a geek. She’s known for screwing up the alphabet, scolding vampire hunters, and ranting about fairy tales on YouTube.

Her published works include: The Wonderland Alphabet (with Janet K. Lee), Diary of a Mad Scientist Garden Gnome (with Janet K. Lee), the AlphaOops series (with Bob Kolar), the Woodcutter Sisters fairy tale series, and The Dark-Hunter Companion (with Sherrilyn Kenyon). Her short fiction, essays, and poetry have appeared in a myriad of anthologies and magazines.

Her YA fairy tale novel, Enchanted, won the Gelett Burgess Children’s Book Award in 2012 and the Garden State Teen Book Award i 2015. Enchanted was nominated for the Audie Award in 2013, and was selected for World Book Night in 2014. Both Enchanted and its sequel, Hero, were nominated for the Andre Norton Award.

Born in Burlington, Vermont, Alethea currently lives and writes in Florida, on the Space Coast. She makes the best baklava you’ve ever tasted and sleeps with a teddy bear named Charlie.

Check out Alethea's Road Tour HERE!


Tour-Wide Giveaway

3 Woodcutter Sisters Prize Packs (signed copies of Enchanted, Hero, & Dearest - US Only)
Ends March 8th



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3 - Special post @ Waterworld Mermaids

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Friday, February 6, 2015

Blog Tour {Excerpt & Giveaway} Maybe by Amber L. Johnson

  Maybe
by 
Amber L. Johnson
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Release Date: February 12 , 2015
Genre: FICTION / Romance / General / Contemporary / Erotica
ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-371-3
Available from: Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and TWCS PH

~~SUMMARY~~

Maybe-3D-Paperback-eReader Emily Portman loves her job. A writer for Breakout! Magazine, she shadows and showcases up-and-coming bands. When her next assignment takes her to Austin, Texas, she can’t wait to add the city to her map of places she’s visited. Places she’s left without looking back. Her plan is to keep moving on, and the last thing she needs is a man holding her back. She’s not going down that road again. Tyler Macy is stuck in a rut. Despite his exceptional talent as a musician, he has chosen to take a backseat with his music and let others grab the limelight. Wounded and mistrustful, he doesn’t appreciate his friends’ efforts to bring him back to center stage. Emily comes onto the scene and sees his full potential, but he fights to stay in the shadows, shutting her out before she can add to the scars another woman gave him. For Tyler to find his music again, he needs to accept the help that Emily and their friends offer. When he discovers that his muse lies underneath Emily’s skin, it is still not enough to keep her from walking away. Neither will admit what they really want until it is too late. Emily is once again thrown in Tyler’s path when she is assigned to join them on tour. Despite the pain in his past, Tyler sees that she is worth it, even if she’s stolen both his heart and peace of mind. In order for them to be together, they both must discover whether the music and their passion are enough to overcome the obstacles that separate them. Maybe finding love is worth the risk.  


~~EXCERPT~~
Maybe-3D-Book-Stack-1Walking toward him is like trudging through the deepest mud, but I hold my head high, my hands in my pockets and strides long. When I'm less than a foot away, his head turns toward me without lifting his chin, and he looks up from under his brows. The white smoke from his cigarette causes his eyes to nearly close before he pulls it from his lips and exhales upward into the air. I'm struck by how incredibly handsome he is in black wool and new jeans. I want to know if his skin feels hot under his clothes and if his back feels the same when I scratch fingernails across his spine. My fists clench in my coat pockets at the thought. This is going to be so much harder than I'd been prepared for.

~~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~~
AuthPhotA true child of music, Amber's parents surrounded her with the loudest beats they could find, molding her into a girl who found inspiration and meaning in lyrics and chords. Raised on John Hughes movies, Luck Dragons, and pirate ships, she dreamed of love and adventure. When Amber began to create her own world, she envisioned a place where Happy Ever Afters do exist. Since then, she has authored several romance novels, all of which focus on songs and the way they can touch people's lives. Music may not be able to fix a broken heart, but it can provide one hell of a soundtrack for healing. A full-time wife and mother with a full-time job, Amber finds her muse in everyday life and the people who bring her inspiration.      


Be sure to look for her other book!
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~~CONNECT WITH THE AUTHOR~~
 
Praise for Maybe
"The characters are fun, likable, and well done. It's such a feel good story with a wonderful romance. Honestly, if you want a good, easy read with a cast of characters that will make you laugh and cry, and a romance that will sweep you off your feet then give this book a read. You won't regret it. " - Jennifer
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