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Welcome back to the blog. Today I have a special treat for you all — an interview with Jake Morris, one of the main characters from Stephanie Lawton’s newest YA release, SHRAPNEL.
Can you tell us your name and the title of the book you live in?
I’m Jake Morris, and the book was originally called Surrender, but got changed to Shrapnel.
Describe to our readers your role in the book.
I’m seventeen, and I guess I’m the romantic underdog. I prefer the term ladies’ man, but whatever. I’m also empathic, so there’s that.
How did you convince your author to put you in this book? For example, did you visit a dream or make yourself known some other way?
Heh, I showed up in the shower. Granted, there were a couple other characters that also showed up, but we all know she likes me best. And may I just say, MILF.
Is your author easy to work with or controlling?
Who, Steph? She’s awesome. I mean, yeah, she put me through some crappy stuff, but she surrounded me with hot chicks, fed me bacon and gave me some damn hilarious lines in the book. What’s not to love?
Would you tell us about one of your favorite friends from this book?
Hmm, I guess she’s a friend, though I’d really like more, but her name is Dylan, short for Dylanie. She’s a really cool chick. Hot as hell, but really funny, too, and she knows what she wants. Plus, she slaps me on the ass, so I’m her friend for life.
What would you like our readers to know about you?
I’m not a complete freak. I mean, yeah, I have these weird abilities, and they sometimes make me do weird things and have epic freak-outs in front of packed movie theaters, but if you put that aside, I’m still a normal guy. I notice when you give me the side-eye or move to the other side of the hall. It hurts and it blows.
Did you learn anything during your adventure in this book?
Holy shit, did I ever! I learned how to … wait, I can’t give that part away. I also learned that girls … crap. I can’t give that away either. Okay, here’s something I can spill. I learned that looks can be deceiving. Oh, and that I love black lace underwear. *grins*
Can you tell us what you think is the most exciting thing that happened to you in your book?
You wouldn’t believe me if I did. You’ll have to read the book.
Introduce us to your main adversary?
Well, in some ways, I’m my own worst enemy, but overall, the guy’s name is Jackson. He’s a ghost from the Civil War that makes all of our lives hell. He hates me because I’m competition for Dylan, plus I know a lot about Civil War history and I’m a major threat to his plans and secrets.
Is there anything you would like to have done but your author stopped you?
Dude, I was in a house with two hot chicks. What do you think? Granted, I really only wanted one of them, but still. This is the stuff dreams are made of.
Here’s your chance to speak your mind. What do you want to tell everybody?
I’m not crazy. Also, I’m a damn good kisser. I read can your emotions so I know if what I’m doing is working or not and adjust. Pretty wicked, right?
- Craziest thing you’ve ever done?
Freaked out in front of a packed movie theater filled with everyone I know from school, including the girl I was crushing on. I don’t remember it, but they said I jumped over a couple rows of seats before I fell down the stairs.
- Biggest regret?
I let things go too far at the end of the book. I should have stepped in way earlier and not let Dylan do what she did.
- If you were to get a tattoo, what would it be, where, and why?
Hmm, when I turn eighteen I’d like to start some sleeves. On one arm I’d get representations of all the emotions I get from people, and on the other arm, I’d put representations of all the ways I’m able to help them. You know, like fear on one arm, and a guiding hand on the other. Or love on one arm, and two hearts joined on the other. Pretty mushy, huh?
- Favorite book?
The Complete Poems of Christina Rosetti
- Someone asks you to go skydiving. What’s your answer?
Oh, hell yeah!
- If they were to name a crayon color after you, what would it be?
- Were you easy or hard to write?
Easy. I’m the guy version of her.
- Absolute worst thing you’ve ever done?
I scared the crap out of my parents. I didn’t mean to, but they didn’t know what was wrong with me or how to fix it. I think they lost a lot of sleep and my mom totally dyes her hair to cover the gray. (She’s going to kill me for telling you that!)
- Detail about yourself that’s not in your book?
I kick ass at Guitar Hero.
There ya have it. Thanks so much Jake. If the ladies weren’t interested in you before, they sure are now.
If you want to get your hands on a copy of SHRAPNEL, here are the BUY Links:
The prison the archangels have guarded, housed deep within the earth is destroyed, releasing Kematians (demons) to feed upon humanity. The angels are losing the battle again as the Kematians ability to regenerate hampers the angel’s ability to destroy them. Gabriel is stabbed by an Angel Killing Sword; he’s accepted his fate that he will die; only to be revived by Calla’s ability to heal.
Calla Stevens, RN, tries to find who or what is killing the victims that are coming into the ER, only to be infected herself when she comes face-to-face with the Kematians. Calla has saved Gabriel once, is she’s willing to trade her life for his this time?
Archangel Gabriel struggles with new emotions as he discovers Calla is his soul mate. He strives to defend humanity, with the assistance of his brother Archangel Michael and new human friends. Gabriel will have to choose whether he will live or die when his future with Calla is destroyed.
CONTENT WARNING: Spicy sex.
Book can be purchased here:
When Tina Pollick isn’t writing paranormal romance about Heavenly hunks, and smart, sassy women, this RN enjoys a quiet home life with her husband, children, two horses, two dogs, cat, chickens, guineas, well sort of quiet.
Tina has just finished her first Urban Fantasy novel, GABRIEL, A Kematian Hunter Series and is working on the first book of another Urban Fantasy series, SOUL BROKER.
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
“Are you kidding me? You weigh maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. What do you think you’re doing walking alone at night?” She noticed Eric looking down at all five feet three inches of her, scowling. “Let me give you a ride home.”
Eric’s radio went off. “Shit. I have to go, Calla, another attack. Call a cab, please.”
He hurried away. Calla walked in the opposite direction, towards her house. She took this path three to four days a week on her way home from work. There wasn’t any way she was going to call a cab.
She heard footsteps closing in behind her. Alarmed, she wrapped her hand around the can of mace in her pocket and picked up her pace.
The footsteps were gone. Had she imagined them? Calla turned her head to look but she was alone. “Get it together, chicken. You’re scaring yourself now.”
She rounded the corner nearing an alley. A trickle of red blood flowed from it, creeping onto the sidewalk. Calla stopped in front of a pathway as uneasiness washed over her. Fear and ethics battled within her. Ethics won, but her legs felt like lead, and they weren’t moving. She forced herself to take a few steps and spotted a mound lying next to the wall.
After several tense seconds, she tightened her grip on the can of mace and slowly made her way towards the heap on the ground.
This is exactly how all the stupid girls are killed in the movies. They go walking right into danger, and boom, they’re dead.
Approaching the mound, she trembled. As she moved closer she saw a tanned foot sticking out from the trench coat. Calla bent down, her chest heaving, hands shaking as she reached the foot and gave it a quick shake, but nothing happened. Relax, before you hyperventilate and end up on the ground, too. Breathe, Calla, breathe.
She stood, crept forward, and reached for what she hoped was the head. She knelt down and pulled back the thick trench coat. His head turned to the side, face badly beaten, eyes cracked to reveal a glimmer of the brightest green she had ever seen.
“Holy shit!” She jumped back, startled.
The man didn’t move. She bent down again this time reaching for his neck. The pulse was weak. She had already used her gifts twice this evening, and her body still ached from the two previous failures. “Focus. You can do this.” She struggled to turn the man onto his back. When she finally rolled him over there was a knife, with a green hue as if the metal was oxidized, protruding out of his chest.
“Of course there’s a knife,” Calla murmured to herself.
“I’m going to try to help you,” she whispered in his ear. She knew she might not be able to save him, but she had to try. If she could pull the knife out in a quick motion she could heal him. She placed her hands around the hilt of the knife and pulled. Nothing happened. “Maybe if I get some leverage.”
Calla straddled the man, planting one tennis shoe on each side of his limp body. She bent down and wrapped both hands around the hilt and pulled with everything she had. The knife began to move—barely—but it was moving. It felt like pulling a rubber boot stuck in thick mud. After a few more attempts the suction released, and the knife was freed.
She collapsed on his chest and sat up, placing both palms on the bleeding wound. “Please, oh please let this work.” Calla focused on the wound, gathering energy. Then her hands began to glow. Sweat dripped matting blonde hair to her forehead, and her vision began to dim. “I won’t let you die,” she promised.
Then darkness embraced her.
When all is lost, he will have to make the ultimate decision.
Kellen St. James was just your average seventeen-year-old prodigy, until he eighty-sixed the Lord of Faerie and proposed to a Celtic goddess. Now everything in Kellen’s life gets turned upside-down when Calienta, Kellen, and friend, Gabriel Stewart, find themselves on the run from a seriously irritated group of faeries. The worst part? They have zero idea why.
Suddenly, Kellen finds himself stuck in the middle of another prophecy that questions everything about him including where his loyalties lie. Plus, Calienta’s more than a bit different; she’s making choices that he doesn’t understand. And Gabe, his best friend? He’s started doing all sorts of freaky things that make Kellen question who he really is.
Kellen and Calienta will fight to stay together and keep the hidden part of the prophecy from becoming reality.
When the ultimate power is within reach, which side will he choose?
Sounds good? If you liked Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, Need by Carrie Jones, or Fallen by Lauren Kate, you will love this book!
Stephanie Keyes has been addicted to Fantasy since she discovered T.H. White as a child and started drumming up incredible journeys in her head. Today, she’s still doing the same thing, except now she puts those ideas down on paper.
When she’s not writing Stephanie is also a graphic designer, presenter, teacher, musician, avid reader, and Mom to two little boys who constantly keep her on her toes. In addition, she’s best friend to her incredible husband of eleven years.
Keyes is the author of The Star Child YA Fantasy series, which currently includes The Star Child and The Fallen Stars. She is currently hard at work on the third book in the trilogy.
Praise for Stephanie Keyes:
“Imaginative and fast-paced. Couldn’t put it down!” – E.G. Foley, New York Times Bestselling author of The Gryphon Chronicles
“This well-written and intriguing fantasy was a delight to read. I can’t wait to read the second novel in this series!” – Linn B. Halton, author Never Alone on The Star Child by Stephanie Keyes
Interested in joining the blog tour from 6-Apr? Click here to register!
1 wired star bookmark, 3 Star Child (Book 1) ebooks and 5 The Fallen Stars eBooks
The idea here is to share seven sentences from a work in progress, so I will be posting clips from an erotic fantasy romance series titled DESTINY’S TRIAL. In today’s clip, Jyslin (our heroine) is reacting to her first encounter with a Lupine, one of the many races in Machenwood.
Jyslin did her best to ignore the far too attractive, amber-eyed stranger and trudged ahead. While she had a rudimentary knowledge of the races and peoples outside of Etheria, she’d never actually met a Lupine before and the experience left her confused and light-headed. His presence made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her heart race. She wondered briefly if he would look as carnally eye-catching in his wolf form.
She forced her thoughts back to the tasks she had left to accomplish before sunset. A shelter wouldn’t build itself and she’d already lost so much precious daylight.
Be sure and swing by the other blogs offering snippets today. You can either hit the link here: SEXY SNIPPETS BLOG or you can click on the image at the top of this post.
Who knows, you might just find your next favorite author in the mix.
I would love to hear your thoughts on the piece I posted. Comments rule 🙂 so please feel free to share, or just say hello.
Today’s release news comes to us from one of the fantastic authors in my favorite writing circle, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pens, Jennifer M. Eaton.
Let’s have a look at her most recent release with Still Moments Publishing.
Jill stumbles back into the dating world after twelve years of motherhood. But things have changed a lot since the last time she dated. Jack and Jill stories follow the challenges of a woman holding on to traditional values in a world that has evolved without her. Now that she has found the man of her dreams, will Jill be able to hold on to him without compromising what she believes in?
Volume One follows Jack and Jill on their journey from friendship to love over Christmas and New Years in two heartwarming stories.
Connect the Dots: Jill writes her most intimate Christmas wish to God—and throws it away for its ridiculousness—but Christmas wishes have a way of coming true, even when you don’t know what you’ve wished for.
A Test of Faith: One day after her Christmas wish comes true, Jill faces a wrenching choice that tests her deepest beliefs. Will love prevail over conviction, or is happiness nothing more than a fairytale?
A Test of Faith, Excerpt:
His hands slipped around my waist, pulling me closer. Tingles of excitement rippled through my body before a wave of uncertainty broke them. Am I ready for this? Doesn’t he deserve more than being saddled down with a divorcee and her kid?
“I meant everything I said this morning, Jilly-Jill. I’ve been crazy about you for years.”
Trembling, I allowed my gaze to take in the warmth of his eyes. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
He released his hold on my waist and stepped back. “Well, you were married for one thing, and you guys seemed great together.” He ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. “I felt so damn guilty for being happy when you and Bill started to fight.”
I flinched. The sound of my ex-husband’s name forced bile into my throat. “That part of my life is behind me. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”
Jack leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I know. I’m sorry I bought it up.”
He held me close, and I relished the comfort of his embrace. Gentle fingers massaged my neck, releasing the tension that grabbed hold the second I’d heard Bill’s name. I allowed myself the luxury, for one sinful moment, to think maybe I’d done something to deserve this, to deserve him.
Jack smiled and his warm lips stroked my forehead. “So, am I allowed to tell everyone I got a girlfriend for Christmas?”
I ran my fingers down his cheek, my nails scratching against a day’s worth of stubble. “I don’t think you officially asked me out yet, Mr. Acres.”
The left side of his mouth inched up into a smile before the right side. Gosh I loved that little quirk about him.
“Ya gonna get all technical on me now?”
Clenched teeth did little to hold back my smile. “Sorry. A girl likes to be romanced.” With more than a box of candy you bought online at the last minute. I smiled at my inner sarcasm, wondering what it would be like to be given an expensive box of chocolate, to be swept off my feet, treated like a princess, and wooed as if I were something special.
“Okay. If it’s romance you want, it’s romance you’ll get. How about dinner the day after tomorrow?”
I let the smile burst free. “Sounds great. And maybe if it works out, we can get together for New Year’s?”
Jack tilted his head. A sarcastic smugness settled across his features. “You want to go out for New Year’s? You never go out for New Year’s.”
“No one’s ever asked.”
Strong fingers twirled in my hair and drew me closer. He placed a tender kiss on each of my eyelids. “Jilly-Jill, if I have my way, you’ll never be alone for New Year’s again.”
Jack and Jill Volume One Purchase links
SMP eBook Store: http://www.stillmomentspublishing.com/p/ebook-store.html
CreateSpace POD: https://www.createspace.com/4136009
Goodreads (for reviews): http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17266748-jack-jill-volume-one
Jennifer Eaton lives on the East Coast USA with her husband, three boys, and a pepped up poodle. She hosts an interactive website www.jennifermeaton.com aimed at making all writers the best they can be.
Her Contemporary Sweet Romance, Jack and Jill Volume One is currently available in both print and ebook. The Dystopian novelette “Last Winter Red” is available as part of the “Make Believe” Anthology. Jennifer M. Eaton’s Christmas Romance “Connect the Dots” is available as part of the “For the Love of Christmas” Anthology. Each title is available from Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com and Smashwords.
Other Titles by Jennifer Eaton:
Last Winter Red: In search of a husband, Emily leaves the safety of the city and risks her life stepping into the outside world. What she finds there will question the foundations of everything she believes in.
Connect the Dots: Jill has no idea what she wants for Christmas, but when it looks like her best friend Jack is going to get exactly what he asks for, Jill makes a Christmas wish that will change both of their lives forever.
Hello everyone and Happy Tuesday. As you can see, we have a new release to tell you all about today. This one comes from our friends at Evernight Publishing and one of their stellar authors, Carlene Love Flores.
Note: The information and excerpt below is intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by erotic literature or are under 18, please do not read further.
Here are the steamy details for the release.
In Sidewalk Flower, a jaded young woman sets out on an intense road trip home to deal with her past when she is asked to allow a relative stranger to tag along.
But, she’s seen too many good guys succumb to the harsh realities of her supposed privileged life in the music business and intends on keeping her distance.
When she picks up Lucky, the southern gentleman cousin of her selfish best friend, she has absolutely no idea of how to accept a perfectly good person with good intentions. Home has never looked so good, or felt so far away.
Her two insistent hands pressed against the back of his neck like she was forcing him to do this. It was cute. Yeah, she was dead wrong. He’d wanted to kiss her since he’d first seen her, hopping down out of that girly silver Jeep. But he knew better. Earning something you wanted took more than a few hours. And if he’d gathered anything from her hot and cold responses so far, it was that Jaxon’s vague but deliberate warning that he take good care of her hadn’t been just puffed up, ego talk.
This girl was in trouble.
He should have stepped away for both their sakes. He knew he didn’t deserve this kind of kiss, not yet. But California was glued to him on full speed and didn’t appear to have a pause, let alone a rewind button. On second thought, he’d let her get this out of her system and then they’d start over.
Her hand had to be killing her, so he managed to pull it down and keep it tucked at her side. But the other one was petting those hairs at the back of his neck, leaving him seconds away from coming undone. If he clenched his jaw any tighter, those painful yet ticklish sensations shooting throughout his upper body would without a doubt get him into trouble down below. Heck, if he squeezed her in his arms like he wanted to, she’d feel how aroused he’d let himself get. He worked his jaw to ease away from the pain, wishing he could let go entirely and enjoy her touch. Yep, their fresh start was gonna have to wait until she was done proving her point. Cute girl though.
* * *
His lips were soft and salty like he’d worked up a sweat at some point during the day. Crap, again she cursed his damn tempting bloodline. This would only complicate their pending trip even more. So naturally, when he smartly pulled her one hand away, she found a sweet spot of baby hairs with the other and went for more. Her rules—that was the only way to play with the boys and stay safe.
Lucky’s hands eventually cupped the sides of her face, which was fine because she had made her point.
“Are we okay?” he asked.
Well, hell if she knew. “Yes,” she said. They could figure the truth out later. There would be an endless amount of open road ahead of them come Sunday to think. Tonight was desperate Friday. “We’re good.” But she hesitated because he looked for a moment like he may have regretted things. When he coughed and cleared his throat, she was sure of it.
“Come on, Miss ‘We’re Good’,” he said, as he urged her the rest of the way to the back door. “I’d like to keep that promise I made Jaxon. You could go a little easier on me from here on out.”
The inside of her mouth remained warm from their kiss as she swallowed a cool breath of air. The contrasting temperatures left her with a chill and a memory—the taste of the last kiss she’d had. Cigarettes and beer. No hand holding. No talking. No first, second or third date. As badly as her sour heart warned her to throw Lucky in with that lot, she just couldn’t do it. He’d already taken more care of her than any other guy she’d known.
“You shouldn’t take things so personally.” At his wince, she splintered and added, “I know you didn’t sign up for this; I’ll try to be…better.” No promises though.
“Okay.” He hesitated, and shifted on the steps. “Ready to go inside?”
“No, you should go in though. I need to be alone.” A tingle traveled around her wounded hand and she made the mistake of squeezing it into a fist.
Lucky dipped his head then and ran his hand up along the back of his neck, rubbing it in his obvious confusion. “Trista. I’m kind of at a loss here. You’re obviously in pain. Just come inside and let me help you.”
She tried to warn him, hoping he’d listen. “Lucky, you’re a nice guy. Okay, I get it. You want to help, but I didn’t ask for that and you have no idea what you’d be signing up for anyway. Assholes can barely handle my world; a good guy like you doesn’t stand a chance. Jaxon had no right doing this.”
“Hmmm.” He scratched at his sideburn. “You don’t know what I can and can’t handle.” He looked down but she had caught his every word.
Author Bio: Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her travelling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things have always inspired her to think up edgy, intimate love stories and continue to do so. If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.
Website & Blog: http://carlenelove.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/cloveflores or @cloveflores
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/carlene.l.flores or Carlene Love Flores
It’s been a while since I have had a chance to share my cover whore status and participate in cover reveal, and I have to say, my first one of 2013 is a real winner. I really, really LOVE this cover, and I can tell you, since I was a beta reader for this one in the beginning stages, the cover truly suits the story perfectly.
As a fan of the Holloway Pack stories, I am most excited about this next release as it focuses on one of my favorites, Ethan *yummy*
Back of the Book
If the meek can become deadly, the strongest can be weak.
For Ethan Holloway, his mission to find a missing werewolf should be simple. Crack a few heads, bust a few chops and the solution always reveals itself. Always.
Not this time.
Ethan’s reputation precedes him, and because it does, someone is ready. Waiting. Unbeknownst to Ethan, he’s about to go down. Hard. Against a foe he never suspected and in a world he never imagined could be real.
What awaits Ethan is a fight not only for his reputation, but also his pack, his female, and his life. If he survives, damage control will become priority number one.
If he survives.
Because even Ethan’s not sure he’s strong enough to take on an entire race all by himself.
Especially one hell bent on exposing who and what he is in the name of sport.
Other Novels in this series include:
Darkness & Light (#1)
Blue Moon (#2)
In-between release novellas include:
Thanks for coming 🙂
The idea here is to share seven sentences from a work in progress, so I will be posting clips from an erotic fantasy romance series titled DESTINY’S TRIAL. Our main characters have just met, and this part is written from Domnu’s POV.
Here they are:
“While I appreciate your attempted chivalry, Sir.”
“Domnu,” he offered. “Name’s Domnu.”
Red showed no sign she’d heard him. “I assure you I’m no damsel, and do not require any rescuing from you today.”
Domnu lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Suit yourself, Red.”
Sexual tension, anyone? Gotta love a heroine with attitude. 🙂
Be sure and swing by the other blogs offering snipits today. You can either hit the link here: SEXY SNIPITS BLOG or you can click on the image at the top of this post.
Who knows, you might just find your next favorite author in the mix.
I would love to hear your thoughts on the piece I posted. Comments rule 🙂 so please feel free to share, or just say hello.
Today, I’ve been given the pleasure of introducing a new erotic romance release from one of my favorite publishers, Evernight. The feature today comes to us from erotic romance author, Shyla Colt.
Here’s Shyla to tell you a bit more about her newest release.
A pin-up model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it’s the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens. Devlin, Claire, Judy and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines, tattooed with attitudes, and sass these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love. In Vixen Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.
** NOTE: The information contained below is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. If you are offended by erotic literature or are under 18, please do not read further. Thank you. **
Author: Shyla Colt
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: January 18, 2013
When Devlin’s car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.
Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request, that they include his best friend.
Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she’s his best friend’s ex.
“You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”
“No I am—very attracted.”
He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.
“I second that, dear.”
“I want to do it again.”