Blog Tour + Giveaway ~ 'Justice' & 'Blood & Gold' by Rhiannon Paille

 

Book Info

Title: Justice

Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #2

By: Rhiannon Paille

Published: April 2nd, 2013

 

Blurb

 

How far would you go to destroy yourself?

 

Krishani always knew he would have to go to the Lands of Men, but he never thought it would be like this. Enemies everywhere, an ancestor he can't respect, elders he can't trust, a curse he can't stop and friends he can't help but hate. Desperate to end the pain, he sets out on a quest to find the other Flames and face the enemy that took everything from him.

 

 

Excerpt

 

Kuruny pulled another jar off the witching wall and stuffed it into the bag straddled between her legs. She tried not to shake, but her hand quivered as she reached for another jar.

 

“Leave that, we can get more of it,” Kazza snapped. She sat on the other side of the cauldron, twisting the beads of her necklace with her fingertips. She shot a warning glance at Kuruny, watching as the younger sister put the jar back on the wall. Kazza swiveled on the stool and crossed her legs. Her white gown swept the floor as she stood and crossed the room. Brown hair fell in waves down her back. She studied the wall for a moment and grabbed something glittering and gray.

 

“This doesn’t grow in the Lands of Men.” She dropped the jar into the sack and met Kuruny’s gaze.

 

“He doesn’t know yet,” Kuruny said. It was half a question, half a statement. Eventually Istar would find out what she had done. She closed her black eyes and shook her head, sending locks of straight black hair falling over her shoulders.

 

“Nay, but others . . .” Kazza paused. Kuruny listened for sounds in the halls of the Lower East wing. She kept her thoughts close on their protection spell; none had bothered to check for supplies, yet there were plenty of herbs for healing in their quarters. Kazza eyed the rucksacks against the wall.

 

“Will come soon,” Kuruny finished for her. She ran her hands along the inside of the black sleeves of her dress. They tightly wrapped her arms to her elbows and loosely cascaded towards her wrist. She wasn’t used to this feeling. Avristar was meant to be home, a place away from the distortion they suffered in the Lands of Men, but Istar would have her head if Avristar herself didn’t sentence them to death. She shuddered at the thought and closed her eyes, thinking of Shimma. The third sister was lost in the forests where the enemy had retreated. They had barely enough time to communicate their wants to the youngest of their trio, and yet, they had to trust she would find what they needed—a way to salvation.

 

Kazza crossed the room and opened up a large armoire. Inside were three cloaks: one black, one beige, and one blue. Kazza handed the black one to her sister as she slid the beige one over her own shoulders, fitting the hood over her brown hair. Kuruny felt melancholy, as though the guilt had seeped into her bones.

 

“Come, there is no sense in facing him. You know his anger will know no bounds,” Kazza said.

 

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Book Info

Title: Blood & Gold

Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #2.5

By: Rhiannon Paille

Published: January 31st, 2013

 

 

Blurb

 

This is JUSTICE from the villain's POV.

 

The Daed are pawns to one of the most powerful members of the Valtanyana. Crestaos is insane, his hunger for the Flames insatiable. The closer the Daed get to achieving his goal, the more expendable they become.

 

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Amazon

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Kobo

http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/Books/blood-gold-the-ferryman-the-flame-2-5

 

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 Author Bio

 

 

Rhiannon is an up and coming Indie Author that writes Young Adult Fantasy books and some non-fiction. She has a PhD in Metaphysical Science and Parapsychology. When she’s not writing books she’s reading minds, singing karaoke, burning dinner and sipping iced cappuccino despite her allergy to coffee. Someday she’d like to own a unicorn—as long as it doesn’t eat her. She's sold over 25,000 copies of her books worldwide.

 

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Website

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Giveaway

 

Author is giving away a signed paperback set of “Surrender”, “Justice” and “Vulture”, along with a Print Package. Open to US only. (This is 2 separate prizes)

  

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Blog Tour + Giveaway ~ Virtue by Allison Bassen

 

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Blog Tour for Virtue by Allison Bassen

 

Synopsis

 

Candice and Susan thought they had it all, but they were dead wrong. Their lives were in jeopardy the day they learned the daunting truth about one formidable man.

 

Candice, incognito, now occupies the penthouse suite as the in-house call girl at Manhattan's swankiest hotel. She rises to the top of her profession paying more attention to the psychological longings of her clients. After all, sex is so much more than just sex. Even though she has powerful men under her influence, Candice still glances over her shoulder.

 

Susan, once a wealthy Atlanta socialite, played by the rules only to be confronted with an unimaginable ultimatum. She snaps out of her charm school coma realizing the last twenty-three years played like a sinister joke at her expense. Now she has one goal. Stay alive.

 

One will survive.

 

VIRTUE takes you on a ride of sultry suspense. Buckle up.

 

 EXCERPT FROM VIRTUE:

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

CANDICE:  PREPARING FOR THE INTERVIEW

 

1983

 

New York City

No, I’m not a virgin, and no, I’m not a prude, but I have slept with only three men.  The first was my husband.  The second was the private investigator I hired to see if my husband was cheating.  The third was my first one-night stand to see how it felt to have sex with a stranger.  Anyway, that paltry number will most likely soar to three men a day as if it were a tooth brushing or vitamin regimen.

 

So here I sit, despite my weak résumé, doing research for my interviews reading Penthouse Forum articles, if you can call them “articles,” along with a slew of other magazines wrapped in cellophane.  My mouth is slack-jawed with astonishment; I feel like I just fell off the sexual hay truck.  What the hell is infantilism?

 

My first interview is tonight with André.  He’s the concierge at The Regal, a renowned five-star hotel in Manhattan.  André will be in charge of all of my appointments if I get the job as the “in-house” call girl.  If all goes well, I get passed on to Robert, the owner of The Regal, the following evening.  And if he approves, I proceed to the final interview with a regular client named Conner whose turn-on is humiliation.  He masochist, me sadist.

 

The girl I’ll be replacing has been a patient teacher and friend encouraging me with a “You can do this” mantra and having me respond with “I think I can, I think I can” optimism.  She even took me shopping for the get-ups I would need for each interview.  For André, she picked lingerie a bride would wear on her wedding night.  Sexy, yet classic.  For Robert, she chose a French maid outfit complete with black fishnet stockings and patent leather stilettos.  I was fine with both ensembles.

 

Now comes the juicy part.  My outfit for the masochist.  Head to toe leather.  Even the leash is leather.  My thigh-high black boots have four-inch heels and I’ll be lucky if I can pass the hour without falling on my face made up with smoky eyes and burgundy lips.  The only time I dressed up was on Halloween or when I would sneak my brother’s little league uniform out of the Salvation Army bag and pretend I was a baseball player, which I would’ve preferred to the tutu I wore as a ballerina enduring the first, second and third positions of torture.

 

My mentor offered advice for each interview:  “André is a gentleman.  He’s going to study you the way an art collector would appraise a painting.  (Translation: Would men be willing to spend five Benjamins for an hour of your time?)  If he likes the painting, he’ll pass it on to Robert.  Now Robert is a man’s man.  On the outside he seems like John Wayne, rough and tough around the edges, but he’s really no different than the average Joe wanting worship and adoration.  Just behave in awe at all of his Dale Carnegie accomplishments and you’ll have him wrapped around your finger in a New York minute, which is exactly how long it will take him to climax.  Both André and Robert are vanilla ice cream sex.  Conner’s a different story.  Treat him like a dog who just chewed up your designer stilettos.”

 

I felt confident about André and Robert, but Conner had me anxious, no, terrified.  What in God’s name was I thinking?  It’s not like I announced at the family dinner table, “When I grow up, I want to be a prostitute.”   I remember wanting to be a princess, perhaps a teacher, and most of all, just like Mommy.  I took the high road.  It just didn’t work out. 



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Author Bio

 

My first word was "cookie." That tells you just about everything you need to know about me.

 

I was born in Columbia, South Carolina weighing a meager three pounds, which was tenuous back in those days. As usual, I was early for my own birthday by three months. My theory is everyone's punctuality is innate. I'm early for almost everything.

 

My folks moved to Atlanta when I was nine months old and I stayed there until I was twenty-four. My itch was Manhattan. I can still remember signaling my first taxi and when that checker cab pulled over for me, I became Audrey Hepburn. Even though I understand the whys, I miss those over sized cabs and their character. There's nothing glamorous in putting your hand out for a yellow Prius.

 

I fell for a "Yankee" and never made it back to Atlanta. We tied the knot and made three beautiful children. Funny, my youngest son read the first few pages of VIRTUE, and his only comment was, "This is fiction, right?"

 

My friends and family have been telling me to write for years. The challenge was coming up with the story. VIRTUE was inspired by scandalous newspaper headlines. A Governor got caught with an escort. That had me scratching my head. Why would a powerful man risk his career? And what about the escort? She looked like a pretty girl and came from a nice family. Then I researched the history of prostitution and came to understand why it is referred to as "the oldest profession." Yes, prostitution is in The Bible.

 

My second novel, MY FATHER'S AFFAIR, which should be published by June of 2013, was inspired by a true story. I took that story and raised the proverbial stakes. I changed the era and the setting. Things were much different in the early sixties. Small towns are like Cheers where everybody knows your name. But I think the most important aspect of writing this novel was the narrator. The reader sees the story through Ellie's eyes, the thirteen year old daughter, which intensifies the emotions.

 

Writing gets me out of bed every morning. Okay, breakfast, lunch, and dinner are equally motivating. If I'm not writing, I'm reading. There is nothing better than a great read. My biggest hope is that you find pleasure reading my novels.

 

Interview Q&A

 

Q)  As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

A)  I wanted to be a commercial airline pilot.  I was such a tomboy and back in the late seventies, males dominated the airways.  Imagine being on a plane, the year is 1978, and you hear the following announcement: “Good afternoon, my name is Allison, and I’ll be your captain today, taking you to an altitude of 35,000 feet.”    Every man on the plane would have grabbed his oxygen mask and started praying!

 

Q)  What are you working on now?

A)  My next novel is titled, My Father’s Affair.  The year is 1964 in a southern town and thirteen-year-old Ellie figures out her father is having an affair.  Not just any affair with some exposed-roots-bimbo, but with her beloved Aunt.  The “D” word wasn’t even spoken back then.  Instead you came from a “broken home.”  Ellie doesn’t want to become an “Amy;” an outcast used to lonely lunches all because her father skipped town with his secretary.  She tries to break her father and Aunt apart without anyone knowing.

 

Ellie narrates this novel making it extremely heartfelt.  Divorce may be more common today, but that doesn’t mean children accept it.  The difference is the stigma.

 

Tell me the first word that comes to mind when you think of the following: 

·        Angel:  My children when they sleep

·        Romance:  When my husband winks at me

·        Love:  A great meal with someone you want to hold hands with while you sip a good cabernet.

·        Vampire:  Garlic

·        Swoon:  Silent movies and fainting sofas (no, I’m not that old, but you did ask first thing that came to mind.)

·        Reading:  Pleasure

·        Chocolate:  A little ice cream shop in Paris by Notre Dame

·        Coffee:  Must use half-and-half

·        Dress:  Less is more

 

Thank you so much for taking the time to be interviewed.

 

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Release Blitz ~ Another Shot At Love by Niecey Roy

 

New Release!!

 

"Crazy sisters, best friends, a slimy ex, and a gorgeously sexy sweet man. Who wouldn't want Another Shot at Love?" ~~ Stacy Nickelson, It Started With A Book Blog

 

 

Book Info

Title: Another Shot At Love

Author : Niecey Roy

Genre: NA Romantic Comedy, Humorous Contemporary Romance

Audience: 17 +

Formats: E-book and Paperback

Publisher: River Mist Media

Cover By: Once Upon A Covers

Pages: 362

ISBN-10: 0615908098

ISBN-13: 978-0615908090

ASIN: B00G2CNJF8

Date Published: October 21, 2013

 

Blurb

 

Imogen Gorecki has a problem—her twin sister just got engaged, and guess who’s the best man? That’s right, her scum-of-an-ex-boyfriend whom she caught cheating with a bottle-blonde, with fake breasts and a stripper’s flexibility. There’s a disturbing possibility her eyes will never recover.

 

Gen needs a date for the engagement party, but finding Mr. Perfect in a time crunch is proving impossible. Just when she’s about to give up, she face-plants into the crotch of the sexiest guy she’s ever met.

 

Matt Sesnick is everything Gen wants in a man —except he’s not interested in a relationship. Can she convince Matt to take another shot at love, or will Gen’s pregnant, hormonal older sister, her bridezilla twin, and all of her past Mr. Wrongs get in the way of their happily-ever-after?

 

Book Links

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Excerpt

 

“You really should change that light bulb,” Matt said, glancing around us.

 

“I know.” I pushed aside my wallet to dig to the bottom of my oversized purse. “I kind of take for granted that this is supposed to be a safe neighborhood.”

 

“Until an alien abducts you off your poorly lit porch.”

 
“Very funny.” I glanced up from my purse with a smile. “But really, it’s late. You could have been home by now.”
 
“Gen, I’m glad to walk you to your door. I would have worried about you if I hadn’t.”

I considered him as we stood there on my porch, the light flickering above us. I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t know how to ask him to stay. Maybe I could ask him in for a drink, though I’d already had enough.

 

But I have those cupcakes…

 

Yeah. I could offer him cupcakes. They weren’t his favorite, chocolate with sprinkles, but yellow cake with milk chocolate frosting had to be a close second, right? Hadn’t he said a cupcake will fix everything?

 

“I’m really glad we went out tonight.” His voice made me jump and I dropped the keys. We both bent to pick them up at the same time and bumped foreheads.

 

“Sorry,” he said.

 

“It’s okay, I’m fine.” I clasped my forehead and laughed. Probably, I sounded hysterical. Like a rabid hyena. I couldn’t even look him in the eye when I took the keys from him.

 

“Thanks for inviting me. I had a lot of fun tonight.”

 

“Me too,” he said.

 

I put the key into the lock, turning it slowly as I struggled with what to do about him and my out of control libido. Unlocking my door hadn’t given me enough time to figure things out, though, so I tried to prolong sliding the patio door open. That didn’t take long either, and I hesitated in the doorway, still unsure. I opened my mouth to ask him in, but nothing came out. So I stepped backward through the doorway, my gaze glued to his. After a moment, he followed me inside, part of his face lost in shadows.

 

Time stood still. My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and I lifted up onto my toes as he lowered his head to meet me halfway. The smell of his cologne surrounded me and my eyes drifted shut. He grasped me loosely around my back, pulling me close, sending shivers coursing through my body. His breath caressed my skin, his lips just a whisper away from mine, and my lips parted…

 

About the Author

 

 

Niecey Roy knew she wanted to be a writer from a very young age, but her moment of enlightenment came after watching the movie You’ve Got Mail. It was then she realized her place in life, and happily parked her butt on writing romance. Her dream was to create sexy vixens, hunky, half-naked heroes, and above all, romance; lots and lots of butterflies in the belly, breathless first kisses and happily-ever-afters.

 

When she’s not at her day job where she works as a legal assistant, she can be found at home at a cluttered desk, pounding her tired little fingers away on a keyboard with nothing but black pepper flavored sunflower seeds and Visine as her weapons for mass-romance-novel-creation. When her fingers need a break, you’ll find her at a table with friends, drinking a few martinis and showing off a new pair of (sometimes ridiculous) high heels. She’s usually the loudest at the table and most often the one snorting with laughter.

 

Niecey is the author of Fender Bender Blues, a contemporary romantic comedy published by The Wild Rose Press. Her new novel to be released November 2013, Another Shot At Love, is the first novel in the What’s Love??? series.

 

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