Wednesday, January 30, 2013

"Moonstone" by Marilee Brothers First Chapter

A sickly mom. A crummy travel trailer. High school bullies and snarky drama queens.  Bad guys with charming smiles. Allie has problems. And then there’s that whole thing about fulfilling a magical prophecy and saving the world from evil.

Welcome to the funny, sad, sometimes scary world of fifteen year old Allie Emerson, who’s struggling to keep her act together (not to mention her mom’s) in the small town world of Peacock Fats, Washington. A zap from an electrical fence set off Allie’s weird psychic powers. The next thing she knows, she’s being visited by a hippy dippy guardian angel, and then her mysterious neighbor, the town “witch,” gives her an incredible moonstone pendant that has powers only a “Star Seeker’ is meant to command.

“Who, me?” is Allie’s first reaction. But as sinister events begin to unfold, Allie realizes she’s got a destiny far bigger than she ever imagined. If she can just survive everyday life, in the meantime.

Chapter One 

      One minute, I’m on a ten foot ladder adjusting the TV antenna on the twenty-four foot trailer behind Uncle Sid’s house where I live with my mother, Faye. The next minute, I sail off the ladder, graze an electric fence and land face-down in a cow pie. Swear to God. 
      Though groggy and hurting, I rolled onto my back. A window in the trailer cranked open and I heard my mother scream. “Allie! Ohmigod! Somebody call 911!” 
 I was surprised Faye managed to open the window. She’d spent most of the last two years in bed since, at age thirty-one, she Retired From Life. But really, call 911? We had no phone and I was the only other person in the area. Who was she talking to? Blaster the bull? I smiled weakly at the thought of Blaster in a phone booth, punching in 911 with one gigantic hoof. 
      Okay, technically, I landed in a bull pie, not a cow pie. The mess dripping off my face was compliments of my Uncle Sid’s prize bull, speaking of which… 
      It was then my wits returned. I felt the ground vibrate, heard the rumble of hooves. I reared up to see a half-ton cranky bull racing toward me, head down, mean little eyes fixed on my prone body. 
      Faye continued to scream shrilly. I moaned and crawled toward the fence, looking over my shoulder at Blaster who bore down on me like a runaway train. When I tried to stand, I slipped in the wet grass and landed on my belly. Oh God, he was just inches away. I wasn't going to make it! I rolled into a ball and screamed, “No, Blaster! Go back! Go back!” 

      Laying on the wet grass, trembling with terror, I watched as Blaster stopped on a dime, blew snot out of his flaring, black nostrils and released a thunderous blast of flatulence—that’s what my teacher, Mrs. Burke, calls farting—and, of course, the reason Uncle Sid named him Blaster. 
      “Back off, Blaster,” I said between shallow, panicky breaths. “Good boy.” 
      I hoped the “boy” comment wouldn't tick him off, what with his fully-developed manly-bull parts dangling in full view as I lay curled on the ground looking up. Yuck!

     Suddenly my vision narrowed and grew dark around the edges. It was like looking down a long tunnel with Blaster front and center, bathed in light. A loud buzzing filled my head. The next moment, Blaster took a tentative step backward, then another, walking slowly, at first, then gradually picking up speed until he was trotting briskly backwards like a video tape on slow rewind. 
       Mesmerized by the sight, I sat up and watched Blaster’s bizarre retreat back through the tunnel. At that precise moment, I should have known something strange was going on. But hey, I was a little busy trying to save my life. 
      As I crawled under the fence, my vision returned to normal and the buzzing faded away. I stood and swiped a hand across my sweaty face. At least, I thought it was sweat until a trickle of blood dripped off the end of my nose. Surprised because I felt no pain, I touched my face and found the blood was oozing from a puncture wound in the center of my forehead. 
      I glanced up at Faye who continued to peer out the window, her pale face framed in a halo of wispy blond curls, her eyes wide with shock. She inhaled sharply and I knew another scream was on its way. I held up a hand. “Come on, Faye, no more screaming. You’re making my head hurt.”
     “But, but, the bull….he, he…” Faye began. 
      I wasn't ready to go there. “I know, I know.” 

      I staggered around the end of the trailer and banged through the door. Two giant steps to the bathroom. I shucked off my clothes and stepped into the tiny shower.
     “You okay, Allie?” Faye asked. 
      She peered through the open doorway, paler than usual. Her right hand clutched the locket that held my baby picture, the one that makes me look like an angry old man. The only time she took it off was to shower. 
      “I’ll live,” I muttered. 
      “Weird, huh? Blaster, I mean. I heard you yell at him. Bulls don’t run backward, Allie.” 
       When I didn't answer—what could I say—she waited a beat. “Use soap on your forehead. Did it stop bleeding?

     “Yes, Mother.” I reached over and slid the door shut. 

      Deep sigh. “You don’t have to be snotty. I told you to be careful.” 

      The TV blared suddenly. Oprah. Not that I’m a spiteful person but I blamed Oprah for my swan dive off the ladder. Late last night, a sudden gust of wind knocked over our TV antenna. When I got home from school today, Faye insisted she had to watch Oprah. Like that’s going to change her life. I finally got tired of hearing about it and borrowed Uncle Sid’s ladder. Moral of story: never wear flip-flops on an aluminum ladder. 

     I turned on the water, stood under the weak stream and checked for damage. Other than a slight tingling in my arms and legs and the hole in my head, I seemed okay. 

     I toweled off my curly, dark-brown hair and pulled it back into a messy ponytail. When I wiped the steam off the mirror, I saw a dark-red, dime-sized circle the size of a dime in the exact center of my forehead. I touched it gingerly, expecting it to hurt. But it didn't. Instead, a weird sensation shot through my head, like my brain was hooked up to Dr. Frankenstein’s machine, that thing he used to make his monster come alive. I must have given a little yip of surprise because Faye said again, “You okay, Allie?” 

      “I’m fine,” I said. “Just a little sore.” 

      “Did you check the mail?” 

     “The first’s not until Friday. Today’s the twenty-ninth,” I said. 

     “Sometimes it comes early.” 

      The welfare check never comes early. The state of Washington was very reliable when it came to issuing checks. 

     “Yeah, okay,” I said, not wanting to burst her bubble. 

      Wrapped in the towel, I took two steps into the living room/kitchen, reached under the table and pulled out the plastic crate containing my clean clothes. I dug around and found clean underwear, a tee shirt and a pair of cut-off shorts. 

     I slipped into my bra, once again thinking how cool it was I finally needed one. Though I hoped for peaches, I’d managed only to grow a pair of breasts roughly the size and shape of apricots. Oh, well, apricots are better than cherries. Our valley is called “The fruit bowl of the nation,” hence, my obsession with naming body parts after produce. 

      I slipped into my treacherous flip-flops, headed out the door and spotted Uncle Sid darting behind the barn. Faye says Uncle Sid is not a people person but I thought he was just trying to avoid Aunt Sandra and her constant nagging. That woman’s voice could make a corpse sit up and beg for mercy.
I trotted down the driveway, stopping suddenly when I spotted a pair of denim-clad legs sticking out from under the Jeep Wrangler parked next to Uncle Sid’s house. Legs that belonged to Matt, Uncle Sid’s son, older brother to spoiled brat, Tiffany. 

      How can one kid—Tiffany—be so annoying and the other—Matt—so totally hot? I tried to avoid Matt because of the way I get when I’m around him. Though I’m normally loquacious (last Wednesday’s vocabulary word that I copied and vowed to use at least three times), one look at Matt and I lose my power of speech. My jaw drops and my mouth goes dry. There’s just something about him—sleepy blue eyes, light brown hair that usually needs combing, a crooked grin and a sculpted rock-hard body. 

     It’s not some creepy incestuous thing since Matt and I weren’t real cousins. Sid was Faye’s step brother. Nope, we don’t have the same blood coursing through our veins. Matt’s was probably blue, while mine came from the mystery man Faye refused to talk about. 

     I tiptoed past the jeep to spare myself further humiliation. I’d almost made it when he rolled out on one of those sled thingies and grabbed my ankle. 

     “Hey, kid, how ya doin’?” 

     The warmth of his hand against my bare skin turned my normally frisky brain cells to mush. Sure enough, my lower jaw was heading south. 

     “Uh, just great, Matt,” I said, averting my eyes and licking my suddenly parched lips.
He released my ankle and stood up. 

     “Good,” he said. “Your mom still got that…whaddaya call it?” 


      As I said the word, I felt my upper lip curl in a sneer. “So she says.” 

     “She getting better?” 

 “She’s trying to get social security benefits, you know, the one for disability.”
The words tasted bitter in my mouth. 

     “Oh yeah,” Matt said. “I saw Big Ed’s car here the other night. He’s her lawyer, right?”
My hands automatically curled into fists. I narrowed my eyes and studied Matt’s face, looking for a smirk or maybe a suggestive wink. Even though I didn't want to punch him, I could and I would. I knew how to punch. Faye had made sure.
No problem. He’d moved on. Wonder of wonders, he was looking at me. I mean, really looking at me with those sexy blue eyes. His gaze lingered for a long moment on my chest. Whoa! Was he checking out my ‘cots? I was suddenly aware I’d outgrown my shorts and tee shirt. Not knowing what else to do, I shoved my hands into the pocket of my cut-offs and took a step back. 

     “Well, hey, I gotta go check the mail. See ya, Matt.” 

     His voice followed me as I headed down the driveway. “Hey, kid. If you ever need a ride somewhere, let me know. I got the Jeep running real good.” 

     Because my mouth had fallen open once again, I settled for a casual wave of acknowledgement even though I wanted to pump a fist in the air and scream, “YES!”
As I trotted to the mailbox, the late April sunlight warm on my shoulders, I pondered this strange turn of events. Even though he called me “kid,” clearly Matt had noticed a couple of new bulges on my formerly stick-like body. Hmmm. Had my tumble off the ladder followed by electric fence zapping released some sort of male- attracting hormone? 

     In spite of my mini triumph Matt-wise, a dull headache began to throb painfully at the back of my skull. I opened the mailbox and, as predicted, Faye’s check had not arrived. There was, however, a familiar tan envelope from the Social Security Office of Adjudication and Review. Probably another form for Faye to fill out asking questions like, “Are you able to push a grocery cart?” “Can you walk up a flight of stairs?” Questions Faye had already answered “no” and “no.” 

     When I handed her the envelope, Faye sighed and dropped it, unopened, onto the pile of similar tan envelopes stacked between the bed and wall. 

     “Big Ed’s coming tomorrow. I’ll let him deal with it.” She looked pointedly at her watch. 

     I took the hint. It was time for Fay’s nightly ritual, two slices of peanut butter toast and two cans of Busch Light. The menu varied only on Thursday night. Big Ed night. He always brought burgers, fries and a fifth of Stoli. Not that I’m around on Thursdays. No way. But, when I come home on Friday, the place smells of grease and vodka. 

      Let me make this crystal clear. Big Ed is Faye’s lawyer, not her boyfriend. That’s what Faye said. He’s been working day and night on her case for two years. That’s what Big Ed said. Me? I have my doubts. 

     Later that night, I heard the sound of Faye’s rhythmic breathing and tiptoed back to the bedroom. I gathered up the empties and the plate littered with peanut butter-smeared crusts and tossed them in the garbage. 

     Tomorrow was Thursday, Big Ed night. I’d be staying with Kizzy Lovell, the town witch. That’s what a lot of kids called her. Since I wouldn't be home until Friday, I made sure I had clean underwear in my backpack. 

     As the evening wore on, my headache grew steadily worse. At ten, I turned out the light. I pulled the curtains back so I could see the night sky, a brilliant canopy of far-flung stars and a full-faced moon. I held my hand up to the window. Bathed in moonlight, my palm looked washed in silver, its tell-tale lines carved in dark relief by the unknown maker of my fate. I thought about the times Kizzy studied the lines on my palm and said, “You’re a special girl, Alfrieda. Like it or not, you have the Gift.”
Every time I’d say, “What gift?” Kizzy would smile mysteriously and say, “You’ll see,” which really irritated me because, clearly, the only gift I had was the ability to get all A’s on my report card. Even that wasn't a gift since I hated Algebra and had to work my butt off. 

     I had no sooner wrapped up in my faded pink quilt and snuggled into the couch bed when I remembered the aspirin and glass of water I’d placed by the bathroom sink before I brushed my teeth. I groaned and switched on the light. The bathroom was only a few steps away. But in my present state—cotton-mouthed and head pounding with pain—the distance seemed as vast as the Sahara Desert. I swung my feet to the floor and turned my head slowly toward the bathroom. I could see the glass of water perched on the counter like it was taunting me, “Come and get me, Allie.” 

     I reached out a hand, thinking, “It would be a whole lot easier if you came to me,” and it happened again. The whole dark-around-the-edges, tunnel vision, buzzing-in-the-head thing. The glass teetered back and forth, danced a little jig across the counter and shot into the air for a moment before it slammed onto the floor and shattered into about a jillion pieces. 

     “What the hell’s going on, Allie?” 

     I looked up to see my mother standing in the narrow hallway. My hand, still extended toward the glass that wasn't’ there, shook violently. 

    “I dropped it. That’s all,” I said. “Go back to bed. I’ll clean it up.” 

     Faye’s eyes narrowed in suspicion but finally, she turned and trudged back to the bedroom. 

      When I opened the door and stepped outside to fetch the broom, I was greeted by a symphony of night music. Strangely, the pain in my head was gone. The soft spring air was alive with a chorus of crickets backed by a full orchestra of spring peepers, their mating songs accompanied by the tinkle of wind chimes.
But, hold on. We don’t have wind chimes. We've never had wind chimes. I walked to the back of the trailer and stared up at the gnarled old apple tree next to Blaster’s pasture. Nudged by a gentle breeze, long silver tubes bumped together creating a melody with subtle variations as the air around them ebbed and flowed. It was stabilized by a dangling iridescent glass ball whose surface caught and held the moonlight. 

     Vowing I’d figure it out in the morning, I grabbed the broom, opened the door and froze. A woman sat on my couch bed. A woman with flowers in her long, dark hair, wearing a pink and yellow tie-dye dress embellished with a blazing purple sun. A woman, smoking what looked and smelled like weed. I opened my mouth, preparing to scream so loudly and shrilly, the shards of glass on the floor would shatter into even smaller pieces. 

      The woman said, “Hi. I’m Trilby, your spirit guide. Guess what? You just passed your first test. Isn't that groovy?”

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A former teacher, coach and school counselor, Marilee lives in Washington State and writes full time. Her books include Castle Ladyslipper, a medieval romance, The Rock and Roll Queen of Bedlam, winner of the 2010 Booksellers Best award for romantic suspense, Moonstone, Moon Rise, Moon Spun, Shadow Moon, and Midnight Moon. Marilee is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Pacific Northwest Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. 

Twitter  @marileeb
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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Cover reveal Of Seduced by Innocence by Kimberly Kinrade

Seduction comes in many forms.
"Liquid fire poured into me, filling me with the intimate sense of him as he leaned in to claim my lips with his own. I reached for him, needing him closer, but my arms couldn't close the distance between us, which grew wider with each hitched breath. So close to finally feeling something real, something carnal and deep, I cried out in frustration, dropping my hands as he disappeared. My cries deepened into a frenzy of panic and my eyes flew open. I clutched my blanket and stilled myself to calm my racing heart.

Just a dream. Always just a dream."

 Rose Wintersong didn't have an ordinary upbringing. Raised in what most would call a hippy commune, but what is actually a powerful coven of witches, she never questions the life fate chose for her.

Until she meets Derek O'Conner.

Derek challenges everything Rose believes and forces her to see the secrets hidden beneath the whitewashed walls of her idyllic country life.

Rose knows she should walk away, that the sexy martial arts instructor is bad news bred to create discord in her tight community… but the animal magnetism between them is impossible to fight.

Caught between the passion of first love, and the steady beat of the life she's always known, Rose must choose between the innocence of her youth or the pleasures of womanhood—but lost innocence comes at a price, and Rose harbors a dark secret that could destroy everyone she loves—including Derek.

Submit to the Seduced Saga as Derek and Rose face their future while unraveling the mysteries of their past.

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  "Kimberly Kinrade will be giving away a custom made rose pendant based on the book cover, if she gets 1,000 adds on Goodreads before the launch on January 21, 2013.

Look for these books in 2013
January 21, 2013 -Seduced by Innocence
February 14, 2013 -Seduced by Power
TBA-Seduced by Pleasure
TBA-Seduced by Pain
TBA-Seduced by Love(less)
Kimberly Kinrade was born with ink in her veins and magic in her heart. She writes fantasy and paranormal stories for all ages and still believes in magic worlds. Check out her YA paranormal series The Forbidden Trilogy, her lower grade fantasy series The Three Lost Kids, and watch for her New Adult romance and fantasy books coming in 2013 including The Seduced Saga, Sunrise and Nightfall, Death by Destiny and The Fallen Trilogy and her next YA fantasy adventure, The Reluctant Familiar. You can find her books on Amazon, B&N and Goodreads among other fine retailers.

 When she's not writing, she runs Daring Books Design & Marketing with her husband, Dmytry Karpov, where they help authors with all manner of marketing, editing, and design needs until such a time that their brilliant children take over the business for them.

She lives with her three little girls who think they're ninja princesses with super powers, her two cats who think they're gods (and probably are), her two dogs who think they're humans and her husband, also known as the sexy Russian Prince, who is the love of her life and writing partner. 



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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Joya Fields “Hereafter” an excerpt of this contemporary romance

Welcome to an Excerpt form Hauntings at Inner Harbor "Hereafter"  
by Joya Fields


When by-the-numbers accountant Rob Morrison, a skeptic of all things paranormal, moves into a new apartment and discovers it is haunted by the corporeal ghost of a beautiful woman, he must hastily reconsider his beliefs and revisit his painful past.

With no memory of her time on earth, Angie Barsotti doesn't understand why she’s compelled to visit the same apartment every night as a ghost caught between two worlds. If she’s to have a chance to move on, she needs to find the missing pieces of her life and death through the man who lives there…if only he’d believe in her.

Together they struggle to find the truth about her death and stumble upon a very pleasurable way to time travel, hopeful they can prevent her death. But someone doesn't want them to discover the truth. And if she’s human again, will she have any memories of her time as a ghost…and more importantly, will she remember the man who helped her find her way?


Joya Fields has had over 100 stories and articles published in local and national magazines and her debut novel, BENEATH THE SURFACE, a romantic suspense, released in January, 2012. LOVE DELIVERED, a contemporary romance, is also now available.

     Over the years, Joya has taught arts and crafts, worked in public relations, owned a daycare center, helped her children raise prize-winning 4-H livestock, competed in three marathons, and even spent a year as a Baltimore Colts cheerleader. Joya loves spending time with her high school sweetheart/husband of over twenty years, two very supportive children, and a pug who follows her everywhere.

Angel’s body tingled. Her skin rippled with electricity, and she recognized the signs that she’d be transported soon.
Yes. Finally. She closed her eyes, wishing she could rush the transition from her world to his. Cool air prickled her skin and she stood in the man’s dark apartment. With moonlight shining through the sheers, she could make out his form on the sofa.
He jumped up and faced her.
She wanted to speak, but she couldn’t.
“The electricity went off again,” he said.
She frowned.
He stepped closer. “Ghosts don’t exist.”
No. He couldn’t banish her again. She needed something in this world. The lights flickered, sizzled, and then went off again.
Please don’t tell me to go away; it makes me go away. She might not have a voice in this world, but she could at least think it. She would not go, not when potential answers waited in this place.
The man stepped closer. “What are you doing? Angie, why do you keep coming here?”
Don’t tell me to leave…don’t tell me to leave. Pictures flew into her mind. People smiling and laughing. A tree in the corner with white lights and boxes under it….
He’d called her Angie.
“You know me?” Her words came out a whisper, but at least they finally came out. Tears tracked down her cheeks. The electricity flickered on, and then, stayed off. The air stopped sizzling. She blinked to adjust her eyes to the darkness again.
“Christ, this can’t be happening.” He moved his fingers over something in his hand and then pocketed it.
She closed the distance between them and grasped his upper arms, pleading him with her eyes because her voice had left her again.
“Yes, I know you.” He glanced away and looked out the window, let out a huff of breath, and then gazed at her. “Your name is Angie Barsotti and you used to live here.”
No wonder the place felt so familiar. Her spirits lifted. He could help her find out who she was, help her find out what was going on.
“And,” he dragged a hand through his hair. “You died and I don’t believe in ghosts.”
Cold air, cold as ice tore through her, ripping her from the apartment.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Caris Roane Warm Up Your Winter Blog tour

I would like to welcome Caris Roane to Kindle Fever  today!  Caris is one of my all time favorite authors and a wonderful lady. Her Ascension Series is one of my all time favorites and like all of my favorite series she can not write them fast enough :)  

Caris is offering some really great prizes so make sure you check out the giveaways.  

       I was ten when I first
watched an old movie version of PRIDE AND PREJUDICE and loved it!
Movies led to books, which led to writing and after a good long
while, publishing. I wrote sweet Regency romance for Kensington for
19 years and recently fell in love with paranormal, although I’ve
always had a thing for vampires. I currently write paranormal
romance for St. Martin’s Press but I self-publish as well.
Building an online platform has been an enormous but rewarding
challenge. I think all the changes in publishing will alter how
authors approach the business going forward and I for one am thrilled
to have so many options.
Roane has published over fifty Regency romance novels and novellas
under the pen name, Valerie King. In 2005, Romantic Times gave her a
Career Achievement award in Regency Romance. Having had a long-time
love affair with vampires, Caris tackled the paranormal genre and
built a unique vampire world based on ascending dimensional earths.
Her series is called
Guardians of
most recent self-published project,
Blood Rose Novella Series
, launched
in May of 2012 with the first title:
the Dark.
Caris is working on a new vampire series set to launch in the Fall of
the first novel,
lives in Phoenix, Arizona, with her two cats, Sebastien and Gizzy.

Here is a Message from Caris:

 Hi, everyone!  I want to thank Kindle Fever for having me today as part of my WARM-UP-YOUR-WINTER BLOG TOUR.  On most of the blogs on this tour, I’ll be revealing excerpts from the sixth book in my vampire series called, GATES OF RAPTURE (12/24).  I created the tour with the hope that you might get to know my Guardians of Ascension, who are my most beloved winged vampire warriors.  I know the covers have wings on them, but the books aren’t about angels AT ALL…just vampires…with wings.  I also have goodies for you to win, details to follow!

GATES OF RAPTURE  The following excerpt from GATES OF RAPTURE shows Grace having discovered her ability to acquire just about any power under the sun.  Her role as a member of the powerful obsidian flame triad has just solidified.  A tender scene ensues in which she shares this news with her warrior vampire, Leto…

Just last night I loaded "Brink of Eternity" onto my Kindle and I can hardly wait for more Leather Kilts, Super sexy winged warriors, bad guys, and breh’s! Make sure you all keep coming back because we will have Caris and her tales all year!

Like I said before, I read all of Caris's books and this one did not disappoint. There is tons of action and the Obsidian Flame finally gets to flex their wings (pun intended).
There are even a couple of scenes where we get to see Endelle's softer side. And we also get to find out what the bite on the back of her neck really means.

The Redemption pools are both amazing and VERY Scary to think about. I would be terrified to dip my toes in there.... EEKK!

Again I must say Caris and her series is Total badasserie !!

Grace realized she had taken the first step toward forging the obsidian flame triad.  For just a moment, she wondered if she should go forward.  She felt as though she had come to a crossroads and that she could still retreat if she wanted to.  She could return to a former life and ease back into her more spiritual pursuits.
But even as the thought went through her mind, she knew she couldn’t.  In the same way that she was the sort of person who could commit happily to life in a convent for a hundred years, she knew she wouldn’t go back.  She had made her decision while on Fourth Earth to embrace her calling as obsidian flame and so she would.
She mentally contacted Fiona and Marguerite and arranged to meet them in half an hour at the Militia HQ workout room.  With the arrangements made, Grace walked Alison to the landing platform.  She was headed to Endelle’s office and would let Endelle know the results of her time with Grace. 
After Alison left, Grace hunted Leto down to tell him her news.  She found him in a quiet corner of one of the lesser used rotundas.  He had James’s papers on his lap and his phone in hand.  “How’s it going?” she asked.
He looked up at her and smiled.  “Incredible. It didn’t even occur to me how things would be for my warriors when I left.”
For his warriors.  Grace loved the sound of that. 
He leaned forward slightly and took her fingers in a light clasp.  “How’s it going with Alison?”
“I think we’re done.”
“You’re done?  So soon?”
She nodded then told him what had happened.  Leto’s brows rose.  “You can acquire any ability?”
“That’s what it feels like to me.”  
“Huh.  Like the ability to fold masses of people?”
This time her brows rose.  “You mean like warriors?”
He nodded slowly.
“Oh.  Well.”  She squeezed his fingers.  “Looks like I have some work to do with obsidian flame.”  She told him where she was headed.  “You can let Thorne know what’s going on as well.  I know he has a role in obsidian flame so we might need him, I’m just not sure.”  She glanced behind her. 
“I will.”
“Walk me to the landing platform?”
He rose so fast from his chair that she took a step back and laughed.  He put his arm around her and squeezed then put them both in motion.  She felt very young right now, like she was just a girl with her boyfriend and he was walking her to class.  It was a nice feeling and in this moment, not far from the truth.
Her class, however, involved obsidian flame.
Once near the platform, Leto kissed her and she let the kiss linger.
I don’t want to let you go, he sent, his lips hovering just over hers.
I don’t want to leave.
The kiss deepened until she was swaying.  Finally, she had to push him away. 
He drew back and smiled ruefully.  She always forgot how beautiful his eyes were until she was this close.  They were the color of clear blue water.  She gave him another quick kiss and because she had the feeling if she didn’t just take off, she’d stay for another hour with her hands fondling his biceps, she ran up the landing platform ramp.
He waited where she had left him, smiling and looking better than ever, more relaxed, more at ease. 
She waved as she dematerialized and was still waving when she arrived at Militia Warrior HQ. 

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! I’ve had an extraordinary time creating and writing this series! Let Guardians of Ascension be a new journey for you. GATES OF RAPTURE releases on December 24th.

To Learn More about Gates of Rapture and to read the opening chapter:

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Here are the giveaway details (all international with appropriate compensatory prizes as needed): On each stop of the tour, I’ll be giving away the same awesome collection of prizes as listed on the Rafflecopter form, so be sure to stop by each blog on the tour for a chance to win at each blog. Be careful to follow the directions on the Rafflecopter form at each site. And be very careful of the dates! The contest at each site will last 3 days only, and those dates will be listed on the Rafflecopter form as well!!!

For links to all the other blogs on the tour:
The Grand Prize Drawing - VERY IMPORTANT: to be eligible for the Grand Prize drawing of the Nook with Glowlight, you must leave a comment at the bottom of this blog (as well as at all the sites on the tour if you want to go to every site and enter that many times—totally up to you! But comments must be left!) The grand prize drawing will be selected by in the following manner. On January 18th, three days after the tour ends, I will enter the number of blogsites into the random number generator, which will deliver up the winning site. I will then go to the winning site, count up the comments one by one, and enter that number into will then provide the Grand Prize winning number matched to the comments on the winning blogsite. This means, that if you travel to all the blogs on this tour, you can enter the GRAND PRIZE contest on every single blog you visit by leaving a comment at each blogsite! Good luck to all!

The Goodies as listed on the Rafflecopter form are: 
  1. a $10 gift card to Barnes & Noble (or similar for International), 
  2. a replica, antique typewriter key bracelet that spells ‘dream’, 
  3. a signed copy of ASCENSION (the first novel in the Guardians of Ascension series), Romance Trading Cards and bookmarks.

The Grand Prize drawing for a Nook with Glowlight, will take place on January 18th, three days after the tour officially ends! Good luck!

For links to all the other blogs on the tour:
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Twitter handle: @carisroane
Again, to be eligible for the Nook with Glowlight, leave
a comment below like this: carisroane at gmail dot com! Good luck
to all!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Welcome to my "Atonement" Review

Deirdre Bardot is a PhD student at Harvard and on her way home for Thanksgiving when she finds out her father has been murdered in a vicious hit and run by a drunk driver.
Forced to piece her life together after such a traumatic event, Deirdre moves back to Seattle to be closer to her younger sister, Caitlyn, and their mother.
When her psychiatrist, Dr. van der Meer, suggests she needs to get away from it all and take a vacation, her best friend decides to introduce her to a friend of his who has more or less the same idea. Colin is perfect: he's good looking, self-deprecating and sexy as hell but he also happens to be Dr. van der Meer's son.
Deirdre finds herself falling hard for a guy she barely knows and one who is equally into her as she is into him. They decide a trip to Western Europe together is the perfect way to get to know one another a whole lot better.
Then an unspeakable and random act of violence occurs and Colin realizes he is forced to reveal a secret to Deirdre he has been hiding...a secret that is breaking him, and in doing so to free his conscience, he just might destroy the relationship he has created with Deirdre and lose her forever.
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My Review:
Deirdre loses her father to a drunk driver and because of this she is see a shrink for several months. Her doctor tells her she needs a vacation and as luck would have it that day she meets the son of her shrink through her roommate Drew, by complete accident. Wham, the perfect solution, now she won't have to travel alone. Do to a set of unrelated circumstances they are rooming together platonicly in separate bedrooms and heading to Europe on a 4 week vacation. Now hold on, that is not as crazy as it sounds, they were both going separately anyway and decided they didn't want to travel alone so they teamed up.

I can't really say much more with out busting out the plot with spoilers. Just rest assured that it is a crazy very fast roller coaster you will be riding. With the way the books ends and how many things the characters are left to deal with I am interested in see what the next book holds.

Elle Chardou is a world traveler and author of several different series.
Ms. Chardou is the author of The Ties That Bind Trilogy, The Atonement Series, The Hart Family Saga, The Vamp Saga, The Supernaturals, Beginnings: Book I (The Plague) series.
She is currently working on Killing Me Softly, Only Love, Jenna & the City of Light, and several novellas for her paranormal series.
Ms. Chardou has lived abroad in Stockholm (Sweden), Manchester (England), Los Angeles, the San Francisco Bay Area and Portland. She currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Welcome to my Review of "Mistaken"

Tyler Karras is an honest man, a transplanted Brit living the American dream, but his charmed life takes an unexpected turn when his brother, Nick, is coerced into joining ranks with San Francisco’s Russian mafia.  Ty intervenes to secure Nick’s freedom, yet only succeeds in incurring their wrath.  With no choice but to accept Nick’s new life, Ty returns to his own, but his dreams are dashed when his wife—pregnant with their first child—is killed, the victim of a reckless crime.

Despondent and bitter, Ty macerates his grief in alcohol.  From the depths of the bottle screams a voice, howling for vengeance.  His target is a stranger, the woman who drew his wife toward her death.  He doesn't know her, but he’ll find her, and when he does, he will make her pay, for a deal has been struck with Nick’s Russian associates, enslaving her into a life of bondage.  But as Ty moves forward in a cloud of alcohol, he mistakes the wrong woman for his intended victim and now all his plans have gone straight to hell.

With his eyes made clear by the stark reality of his mistake, Ty is driven, compelled by remorse and a relentless sense of guilt to make amends and protect Hannah Maguire, the innocent woman whose life he has derailed.  He vows to keep her safe and out of the Russians’ hands, but they’re holding Nick as leverage to force Ty to complete their deal and turn over the girl.  Once again, he must fight to free his brother, miring all three lives in further jeopardy.  But Ty can’t do it all:  Save the girl, his brother and his own soul.  One of them must make the ultimate sacrifice.

My Review
This is a romance wrapped up in a suspenseful thriller! Talk about a crazy ride! It is fast paced and the pages are filled with twists and turns.  I found myself wondering what would happen next, what about this person?  Nancy develops her characters so well that I was completely involved with them.

Once you start this book, you will not put it down. I know I couldn't put it down. I hope another book is on the way!

Reviewed by Vickieann

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Nancy Thompson makes her fiction debut with The Mistaken.  She is an interior designer and California transplant, currently living with her husband
near Seattle, WA.  


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