Wednesday, October 31, 2012

VBT & Give@way: "Hidden Salem" by Kiki Howell (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!


Book Description: 

Intuition alone brought Makayla to Salem, Ma in search of a story, but her research has her confronting more than she bargained for. With her empathic gifts stronger in Witch City, she physically suffers, landing her literally unconscious in the arms of both Noah Ayers, local cop and Dylan Baines, local history teacher. Yet, it is Lauri, a witch who owns a local shop, who teaches Makayla about who she is and what she can do. 

Unfortunately for all of them, Makayla also stumbles upon a coven in the woods practicing a dark magic ritual. Now they are after her, threatening her life and the lives of those she has quickly come to care about. Immersed in things she never expected, like an old legend and necromancy due to residual hauntings, the race is on to stay safe from the coven and protect her heart from a certain sexy cop. 

But, is Lauri correct in thinking Makayla might just have encountered the only real witch in Salem in 1692? And, do they share the same bloodline? 

Book Details:

Hidden Salem
Kiki Howell

Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal, Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Mitchell Morris Publishing Inc
ISBN: 9781937629281
Number of pages: 332
Cover Artist: Tara at http://fantasiafrogdesigns.wordpress.com/
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/lgy8wgA3bDI

Buy Links:

Kindle: Hidden Salem

Paperback: Hidden Salem

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Reviews: 
 





“Richly vivid and captivatingly engrossing, Hidden Salem is a mesmerizing tale that blends an eerie historical past with a rather terrifying present. Kiki Howell brings the fascination of the witches of Salem - both past and present - to a brilliant level, adding liberal doses of sensuous love, suspense and murder to provide a hard-to-put-down, provocative and memorable story that you don't want to miss.” ~ April Pohren, Cafe of Dreams Book Reviews

“Kiki Howell spins a tale that will bewitch your heart and leave you wanting more.” ~ Misty Rayburn - Top Shelf Book Reviews " I really enjoyed reading Hidden Salem. You see a lot of books about the Salem Witch Hunt. This one is really different and I just really loved the characters and how they interact with each other. I enjoyed this paranormal. Had the right amount of suspense and love interest. " ~Crystal, Romancing the Book

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Want to know more about the four pieces of jewelry and the store they came from? 

Here’s A Little Information From Front Page of http://www.theofficialwitchshoppe.com/


The Official Witch Shoppe (formerly The Cat, The Crow and The Crown), owned and operated by Rev. Laurie Cabot H.Ps., opened in November 2010 at 63R Wharf St. in Salem, MA. (closed in October, 2010) 

Laurie Cabot opened her first store ("The Witch Shop") and the very first Witch Shop in America in 1970. Laurie established her Witch Shop initially for the purpose of educating people that magic (or Majick as it is known in the Cabot Tradition) is real, beneficial and exists and that Witchcraft is not devil worship or evil. Ultimately her first shop and her subsequent stores have supplied Magical people and Witches of all traditions with all the tools and supplies required to perform their own Majick. 

Why is Laurie Cabot known as the "Official Witch of Salem"?

In the mid 1970's, Governor Michael S. Dukakis of Massachusetts, bestowed upon Laurie Cabot the state's Patriot Award.

The proclamation is signed by the Governor and the Treasurer of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and it reads:

"I proclaim Laurie Cabot the Official Witch of Salem for her work with children with special needs."

Laurie's first official duty as a state Patriot residing in Salem, was to greet a delegation of artists who were visiting the city from China. The artists had been invited to the United States to display their art at the Boston Museum of Science, and were the first such group of artists to be invited to America after relations with China had been established by President Nixon.

While this certainly was a compliment to Laurie Cabot, it was and is today a symbol of hope for all Witches who do good works on behalf of their community and nation. Equally as important, it serves as a testament that Witches have a place in America today and are recognized as practicing a legitimate and honorable religion which shows a path of dedication for the good of all. This was the first time in history that a high standing politician openly recognized a Witch for their good works.


About the Author: 

Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She then followed in a Master’s program in Creative Writing. 

She has now had over thirty stories published between eleven different publishers. She could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world. In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. 






Tuesday, October 30, 2012

VBT & Give@away: "Cephrael's Hand" (A Pattern of Shadow & Light: Book One) by Melissa McPhail (Presented by I.O. Book Tours)


Melissa McPhail ~~ Welcome to Sapphyria's Book Blog!

I'm happy to have the author of "Cephrael's Hand" on the blog today.  Melissa will be talking to us about reading fantasy books should be on your To-Do list.


Why everyone should read fantasy

“I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson

We are what we read. In big ways and small, the books, articles and even social commentary that we ingest fuels our thinking like vegetables of the mind. Some never eat a bite without studying each tiny morsel to determine if it will suit their constitution; others gorge on anything placed in front of them, possibly trusting that a highly developed internal organ, the stomach of their consciousness, will somehow sort the wheat from the chaff.

But I’m not here to pontificate on the importance of evaluating what we read; rather to point out that what we read is relevant to more than our entertainment.

What we read educates us, stimulates us. In some ways it defines us. Reading exposes us to experiences vast and varied, dangerous and exotic—all from the safety of our favorite chair.

So why should fantasy be at the top of our most-nutritious list?

We need but glance at the tropes that define the genre to understand. If you’ve partaken of the genre at all, you’ll have tasted such tropes as the “hapless farmboy against the Ultimate Evil Dark Lord.” There’s a lot of chatter and criticism about this one, and it certainly qualifies as an overused plot element—you’ll see countless interpretations of it in novels across the genre.

But it’s been done so often for a reason. Like all lasting ideas, an element of truth in this one equally resonates with each of us. I invite you to look through the trope for a moment and see the “hapless farmboy” for what it represents.

It’s a coming of age story, one that invites all of us to recall our own moments of inadequacy, struggle, heartbreak and triumph. It presents the idea that even the smallest person can make a difference in society—that in fact, all of us are important. It takes up epic battles between good and evil, and as our farmboy pits himself against forces far larger than himself, we are invited to look at ourselves and see how we might also grow, how we might learn to face those Ultimate Evils in our own lives.

Within the farmboy’s journey, we see him gain courage, honor, integrity—even often aspects of nobility. Whether we’re ingesting without thinking or thoughtfully digesting each chapter as we go, these ideas mold and change how we think. When you’re reading fantasy, such ideas of nobility, courage and honor begin to infuse your everyday life. Who couldn’t do with a little more chivalry in the world? A little more compassion? A little more understanding or granting of importance to others?

Fantasy invites us to explore the best qualities of mankind, and in so doing, we cannot help but begin to look at ourselves and each other in a more healthful light.


Book BLURB: 

"All things are composed of patterns..." And within the pattern of the realm of Alorin, three strands must cross:

In Alorin...three hundred years after the genocidal Adept Wars, the realm is dying, and the blessed Adept race dies with it. One man holds the secret to reverting this decline: Bjorn van Gelderan, a dangerous and enigmatic man whose shocking betrayal three centuries past earned him a traitor's brand. It is the Adept Vestal Raine D'Lacourte's mission to learn what Bjorn knows in the hope of salvaging his race. But first he'll have to find him...

In the kingdom of Dannym...the young Prince Ean val Lorian faces a tenuous future as the last living heir to the coveted Eagle Throne. When his blood-brother is slain during a failed assassination, Ean embarks on a desperate hunt for the man responsible. Yet his advisors have their own agendas, and his quest for vengeance leads him ever deeper into a sinuous plot masterminded by a mysterious and powerful man, the one they call First Lord...

In the Nadori desert...tormented by the missing pieces of his life, a soldier named Trell heads off to uncover the truth of his shadowed past. But when disaster places him in the debt of Wildlings sworn to the First Lord, Trell begins to suspect a deadlier, darker secret motivating them.

Book Details:

Kindle File Size: 1376 KB
Print Length: 654 pages
Publisher: Outskirts Press, Inc. (September 22, 2010)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
ASIN: B0046A9VLO
Buy Link:  Cephrael's Hand: A Pattern of Shadow & Light Book One

Paperback: 654 pages
Publisher: Outskirts Press (September 22, 2010)
ISBN-10: 1432759671
ISBN-13: 978-1432759674
Product Dimensions: 0.6 x 0.9 x 0.1 inches

Author BIO: 

Melissa McPhail is a classically trained pianist, violinist and composer, a Vinyasa yoga instructor, and an avid Fantasy reader. A long-time student of philosophy, she is passionate about the Fantasy genre because of its inherent philosophical explorations. 

Ms. McPhail lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, their twin daughters and two very large cats. Cephrael's Hand is the multiple award-winning first novel in her series A Pattern of Shadow and Light. 

ONLINE LINKS: 
· Website http://melissamcphail.com 
· Blog http://melissamcphail.com/blog 
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· Twitter @melissagmcphail 
· Goodreads http://goodreads.com/melissagmcphail

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Monday, October 29, 2012

VBT & Give@way: "Shadow's End" (Shadow Dancer Series, Book 3) by Courtney Rene (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)


Shadow’s End
Book 3 in the Shadow Dancer Series

Courtney Rene
Genre: YA Paranormal
Publisher: Rogue Phoenix Press
ISBN: 978-1-936403-97-4
Cover Artist: Genene Valleau
Buy Link: Kindle: Shadow's End (Shadow Dancer)

Book Description:

The adventure and the struggle continue for Sunny, as the fight for control of Acadia is near. Battle lines have been drawn, not just by King Gideon, but also by the rebels that were once Sunny’s allies.

Due to unexpected trips to the ice realm and the fire realm, new allies are found to help build the Army of the Sun. There are new worlds explored. New friends and new enemies made.

Ready or not, Sunny must prepare for what is coming as well as decide where she belongs within it all. But…what about prom? What about Leif? What about home? How can she, just a seventeen year old girl, rule a whole world? She’s not even sure if she can get through finals.

Short Excerpt:

Leif leaned toward Lucas until he was just a few inches away from his face, glared hard with half squinted eyes, and said, "They you also know she's mine. I found her. You don't get to have her."

That was it. I didn't care about the pain it was going to cause me. I purposefully and intentionally, pushed out a zap of energy at Leif where he held my arm. Not enough to really hurt him, but it was enough to have him jerk his hand off me in surprise and a bit of pain. Rage clouded his eyes for a moment as he directed his gaze on me.

I rounded on him with the full force of my own rage and completely ignored his. "You!" I said and poked a finger into his chest. "Don't get to own me! No one gets to own me."

He took a step back. I stepped forward and poked him again. "I get to decide who I want to be with and who gets to be with me." Again he took a step back, and me a step forward, and I poked him hard in the chest, hard enough to make my finger twinge in pain at the abuse, but I ignored it. "I get to decide. Do you hear me, Leif?"

"Sunny," Lucas said from behind me. "You have an audience."

Without taking my eyes from Leif, I swung an arm behind me with my hand up at him, hoping that I conveyed with that one action to shut up.

I did lower my voice at least. "You had your chance with me, but you chose to lie, to cheat, and to keep me in the dark at your mercy. You don't get to decide anything about me anymore."

I turned away from him and stepped back to my table where I again began to gather up the debris from lunch. "Go home, Leif. There's nothing here for you anymore."

"Yes, there is," he said softly from directly behind me. I hadn't heard him come up next to me. Then even softer he said, "This isn't over between us, Sunny. I'm not giving up."

I glanced over my shoulder at him. The man before me was the Leif I knew. The Leif I had fallen in love with. The ice was missing from his face and his eyes and my heart felt the pain of losing him all over again. Why did it still hurt to see him, to be next to him? "Leif," I whispered, "go home. Please."

Again without any regard to the people around him or the trouble he could cause, he phased into the shadows and was gone. Angry or not, my heart ached as he disappeared.

"Sunny?"

"Yeah, Lucas," I said as I stared at the place that Leif had vanished. I was suddenly so tired.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I'll live."

"Um…do you know that you have a slight glow of white around you?"

No. I didn't know that. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Great."

About the Author:

Courtney Rene lives in Ohio with her husband and two children. She is a graduate and member of the Institute of Children’s Literature. Her writings include magazine articles, short fiction stories, several anthologies, as well as her novels, A Howl in the Night and the Shadow Dancer series, published through Rogue Phoenix Press. For a complete listing, visit www.ctnyrene.blogspot.com






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VBT, Excerpt, and Give@way: "Demos City Blues" (Book Two Demos City Series) by Jonathan Lister (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)



Book Description:

War is coming to Demos City -- in more ways than one. Leon Gray struggles to balance a new job with helping his daughter Shauna navigate the landmine life of a full werewolf. Further complicating matters, a new Alpha has arrived in Demos, laying claim to the territory as her own -- including Leon. Meanwhile, the political information David Hastings unearthed may reveal a much darker truth than anyone expected. Demos City's corruption has deep roots, older than the bones of the town itself.

Can Gray and Hastings keep the city from tearing itself apart long enough to discover the source? Can it wait until Leon sees Shauna's high school play? As the first snow falls, the flakes may only have bloody footprints to greet them on the earth below.

Book Details:

Demos City Blues
Book Two Demos City Series
Jonathan Lister
Genre: Urban Fantasy
ASIN: B008J7EYDK
Number of pages: 232 (approx)
Word Count: 83,735
Cover Artist: Nicholas Kay

Purchase Link: Demos City Blues (The Demos City Reports)

Book 1 Buy Link (Currently free on Amazon): Welcome to Demos (The Demos City Reports)

Short Excerpt - Demos City Blues:

My cab ride home ended with the sight of Brad Morrow tearing ass out of Water Terrace Apartments. He tumbled onto the sidewalk in front of me. If I hadn’t stepped onto the street when I did, the kid would’ve kept on skidding into traffic. The cab driver took the opportunity to speed away without an offer to make change for the fare. I glared after the cab’s bumper, knelt down to check on the curtain rod of a teen. Shauna’s best friend was red in the cheeks and puffy, but otherwise unharmed.

“Hi Mr. Gray,” Brad said lifting his auburn head up. “Shauna’s having one of her episodes again. It really wasn’t my fault this time, I swear.”

“You’re forgetting something,” I said hoisting him up by a freckled arm. “Shauna’s on her way to being a woman now. The days of you being right are long gone.”

“Better hurry in there,” Brad said as he straightened his hooded sweatshirt. “She was barely keeping it together when I had to run. She might tear the whole apartment down this time.”

“Great,” I broke into a run without another word. The two flights of stairs leading up to my apartment blinked past in the longest seconds ever recorded. Prickly bubbles of nervousness careened through my chest as I reached my apartment door. No sound came from within. That isn’t necessarily a bad sign. Shauna could have herself under control and simply be trying to take a nap or braid her hair or kill a rabbit with her bare hands. Stay calm, Leon. She may need you to help her mind come back. Across the open-air hallway, Cyrus Landry poked his head out from his own apartment. He’s holding a phone in one hand and the doorknob in the other. At least the retired detective didn’t think to grab a pistol.

“Leon, thank God you’re here,” Cyrus said in a harsh whisper. “The way that boy flew out of your apartment I knew something was wrong. Your girl’s really having a tough time growing into her new self.”

“I’ve got this under control,” I said. “Don’t bother calling an ambulance. If shit really does hit the fan, a hospital won’t do her any good.” It’s damn near impossible to get a werewolf in full bestial form to fit into the back of an emergency vehicle. That’s not factoring in all the violence that would most likely ensue leading up to that. Cyrus disappeared back into his apartment, left his door open as I turned to open mine. The tangy flavors of sweat and an angry kind of hunger raked an elbow across my nose as I entered. I prepared myself for anything: to see my daughter unable to bring her human mind back from her bestial self or enraged into a stalking lust where anything that moved was prey. What caught me by surprise was how normal the apartment looked. All the furniture was in one piece, no claw marks were in the walls and Shauna was sitting as calm as a monk in my recliner. She was even reading some gossip magazine. Yet, the telling scents remained in the air.

“Where’s Hastings?” Shauna asked looking up from her reading. “Aren’t you supposed to babysit him or something?”

“That’s Mister Hastings, babydoll,” I responded with squinted eyes. “Saw Brad downstairs. You want to tell me why he ran out of here like the building was on fire?”

“Who? Brad? He probably had to meet his Dad for something. You know Brad, always running away from things.” Shauna gave a nervous laugh, turned a page in her magazine. Outwardly she appeared very much her teenage self, dressed in jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt. Her shirt was hanging a bit loose, and she wasn’t wearing her usual Chuck Taylors. She was going through this size phase – every article of clothing had to be some measure of form fitting. I supposed it was part of a continuing teenaged plan to leave me bald before I turned forty. That gave me an idea.

“Stand up,” I said in my deepest, most commanding voice.

“Dad, stop being weird,” Shauna said. “I’m comfortable right where I am.”

“Shauna…”

“God!” she exclaimed throwing down her magazine. “Fine, I’m getting up okay?” She stood, keeping her arms close to her sides. Shauna didn’t fold her arms in disgust as she usually does when she disagreed with me.

“What’s wrong with your shirt?” I asked. “What? It’s my softball t-shirt,” she responded. “The school gave them all to us when we won remember?” That’s right. Shauna’s softball team won a state championship. I was a solid ray of giddy stupid sunshine watching her on the mound, having idle conversations with college scouts pretending not to be college scouts. I actually had to shake my head to jostle my thoughts back into the present. Shauna thought that little comment would be sufficient to allow her escape. Oh, not this time. Dad has gotten wise to his daughter’s ninja tactics. Pride cometh before the werewolf teenager freaks out and eats some human’s baby.

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About the Author:
Jonathan Lister lives in the Philadelphia area and is a full-time writer. He holds a Bachelor of Arts in English from Shippensburg University and a Master of Fine Arts in Writing & Poetics from Naropa University. His work has appeared in outlets of USA Today, The Houston Chronicle, Matter, Square One and Image Magazine among others. He wrote his first two books in 2009 from midnight til 4 a.m. while waiting tables during the daylight hours. DEMOS CITY BLUES is his second urban fantasy novel. Jonathan drinks too much coffee and appreciates your time.

Book facebook: Welcome to Demos

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Author Blog: Demos City



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Sunday, October 28, 2012

VBT: HER GAME, HIS RULES by Piper Shelly (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)



Book Description:

She’s seventeen. She’s snarky. She’s trouble…

It wasn’t nicking an expressive watch or diamond bracelet that landed Jona Montiniere in the clutches of the police. It was just a darn sweater. After a spectacular, failed escapade, she is forced to return to a mother who spurned her. Jona is furious about the judge’s decision—until she meets her mother’s companion. Gorgeous, provocative, and mysterious, Julian is everything her lonely heart desires. But then he awakens her mother from the dead with a simple touch.

Hunting for the truth in a strange new home, Jona unearths broken promises and bitter secrets. Soon she realizes she’ll once again lose someone she loves…unless she gives him a reason to stay. But how the hell do you keep an angel earthbound?

Book Details:


HER GAME, HIS RULES   
Piper Shelly

Genre: paranormal romance, upper YA
Publisher: Black Opal Books
ISBN: 978-1937329631
ASIN: B0096SDPD6
Number of pages: 306
Word Count: 103,000

Cover Artist: Jay Sabo with Piper Shelly



Paperback:  Her Game, His Rules




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Excerpt:

He was so infuriating, and I was absolutely not charmed…okay, maybe just a little…

“Hi,” he said with a compassionate look that made me wish the traitor, Quinn, had taken off those damn handcuffs so I wouldn’t look like a complete idiot.
Lips pressed together, my fingers waggled in a feeble greeting. The mere sight of him sent a quiver of excitement to my stomach.
He nodded his chin at my tied hands. “They seem rather uncomfortable.”
And they bloody well were, but I shrugged it off like it was nothing unusual. “The latest fashion. You heard the judge, I wear them quite often.”
A teasing smile played around his lips that spiked my blood pressure. “Shall we take them off?” he said.
He must be kidding. “Unless you’ve got teeth like a hacksaw, I don’t see how that would work.”
Grin widening, he pulled out a key-ring from his pocket. He squatted, leveled his eyes with mine, and shook the ring in front of my face. The friendly jingle of metal filled the high hallway.
My mouth sagged open. “Where did you get these from?”
“Chief Madison.”
“You stole them from Quinn?” I pulled my hands reflexively out of his reach.
“Of course not.” The blond god gave me a pointed look. “I asked for them.”
“Quinn wouldn’t unshackle me when I asked him to.”
His intense blue eyes locked with mine. “I had to solemnly swear to keep an eye on you. Now hold still.” Cool fingers curled around my wrist to fix my hand while he unlocked the first cuff. Sparks tingled on my skin, my hand trembled slightly.
With a click, the other cuff came off. I flexed my hands and rubbed my burning wrists.
“Better?” He tilted his head and arched one beautiful brow.
My head bobbed, but I found no breath to answer.
“Okay then.” He used my knees to push himself up and stretched to his full height.
He probably expected a thanks following his selflessness. My gaze focused on the ripped hems of his jeans, my lips remained sealed.
When he turned on his heel and marched off to the left, I glanced up. “And now you’re going where?” The words shot out before I could stop myself.
“Bathroom break.” His arched brows dared me to object.
My lower lip threatened to pop from between my teeth as I chewed on it. Don’t speak! “But you’re supposed to keep an eye on me.”
After studying me for a couple of seconds, his expression softened even more. “You’re not going to get me into trouble.”
I let him take another stride away from me. Two. Three. Four. “How can you be so sure?” Shut the hell up, Jona. “After everything you know about me, I’ll probably be gone when you get back.”
A shrug of one shoulder and his beguiling smile struck me silent. “I trust you.” 


About the Author:

Did you know that this word scares me more than anything? About… Wherever you go, people want you to tell what a cool life you lead just because you’re an author. But really, there’s nothing special to say about me, except maybe that I write a little more than others normally do. I married my teenage-love, we do our best to raise our ten-year-old to a kind and caring young man, and my cat loves to sleep in my bed, forcing me to bend to the strangest positions at night, just so she can sprawl comfortably on the blanket. I like pizza. And occasionally I talk to angels, but seriously, in these times, who doesn’t…?

So all in all, I dare say I’m leading a pretty normal life.

Of course it will all change the day my book follows the act of Harry Potter, and I’ll become richer than the Queen. I swear I’ll never again clean my windows myself then. Yeah, one day, ha ha…


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Saturday, October 27, 2012

VBT & Give@way: "Slopjar" by Ingrid Jennings (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)


Book Description: 

This is a book of poetry that will truly touch your soul. 

Indulge in the words of a lonely lunatic full of laughter, love, lust, Lucifer, and the Lord. 

Escape into a world of profound, seductive words that will melt your soul like butter. 

Escape into an insane mind and learn the trials of a battered soul. 

Fall into the trap of this astonishing book that will pull at the strings of your heart. 

Immerse yourself in the pure pleasure of this dazzling work of art. 

Open up the Slopjar.

Book Details:

Slopjar
Ingrid Jennings

Genre: Poetry
Publisher: Lioness Publishing House
ISBN: 978-0985696047
ASIN: B008Q3DHLM
Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 9,122
Cover Artist: Gaelyn Larrick

Buy Links:

Amazon Kindle: Slopjar

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Excerpt:

NIGHTMARES

Too many nightmares live in my mind,
too many nightmares leave me in a bind,
too many nightmares surround my soul,
they leave me in fear,
when no one is near.

Too many nightmares,
oh, why are you here?
Leave me in peace
so I may sleep.

And here I go
down to dream.

Sleep be sweet and lay me in rest.

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About the Author: 

Originally from Shreveport, Louisiana, Ingrid Jennings is what one would call a true Lioness. As a wife and a mother, she is loyal and a protector. As a publishing guru, she is a team player and works with her clients toward their success. As a teacher, she is passionate about education, and as a business woman, she is always on the hunt for new opportunities to learn and grow. She wears many hats and handles each situation in stride and with ease. 

With a B.S. in biology and chemistry from Palm Beach Atlantic Christian University, Ingrid decided to go a step further, to get a step closer to her true passion by excelling with her masters degree in reading education from Nova Southeastern University. 

Ingrid spent three years working as a public school teacher in Palm Beach County, teaching integrated science to ninth graders. While teaching, Ingrid self-published her poetry into her first book titled Slopjar. Slopjar recieved rave reviews not only for its creativity, excellent writing, and self expression but also for the excellence of its publishing and marketing. Through the experience and knowledge gained while publishing and marketing her own book, Ingrid gained an appreciation for the inner workings of the publishing world and ultimately birthed her own publishing company Lioness Publishing House. 


Twitter @ingridmjennings 



Friday, October 26, 2012

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VBT, Excerpt, and Give@way: "Demos City Blues" (Book Two Demos City Series) by Jonathan Lister (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)


Book Description:

War is coming to Demos City -- in more ways than one. Leon Gray struggles to balance a new job with helping his daughter Shauna navigate the landmine life of a full werewolf. Further complicating matters, a new Alpha has arrived in Demos, laying claim to the territory as her own -- including Leon. Meanwhile, the political information David Hastings unearthed may reveal a much darker truth than anyone expected. Demos City's corruption has deep roots, older than the bones of the town itself.

Can Gray and Hastings keep the city from tearing itself apart long enough to discover the source? Can it wait until Leon sees Shauna's high school play? As the first snow falls, the flakes may only have bloody footprints to greet them on the earth below.

Book Details:


Demos City Blues
Book Two Demos City Series
Jonathan Lister

Genre: Urban Fantasy

ASIN: B008J7EYDK

Number of pages: 232 (approx)
Word Count: 83,735

Cover Artist: Nicholas Kay

Purchase Link: Demos City Blues (The Demos City Reports)

Book 1 Buy Link (Currently free on Amazon): Welcome to Demos (The Demos City Reports)


Short Excerpt - Demos City Blues:
  
My cab ride home ended with the sight of Brad Morrow tearing ass out of Water Terrace Apartments. He tumbled onto the sidewalk in front of me. If I hadn’t stepped onto the street when I did, the kid would’ve kept on skidding into traffic. The cab driver took the opportunity to speed away without an offer to make change for the fare. I glared after the cab’s bumper, knelt down to check on the curtain rod of a teen. Shauna’s best friend was red in the cheeks and puffy, but otherwise unharmed.

“Hi Mr. Gray,” Brad said lifting his auburn head up. “Shauna’s having one of her episodes again. It really wasn’t my fault this time, I swear.”

“You’re forgetting something,” I said hoisting him up by a freckled arm. “Shauna’s on her way to being a woman now. The days of you being right are long gone.”

“Better hurry in there,” Brad said as he straightened his hooded sweatshirt. “She was barely keeping it together when I had to run. She might tear the whole apartment down this time.”

“Great,” I broke into a run without another word. The two flights of stairs leading up to my apartment blinked past in the longest seconds ever recorded. Prickly bubbles of nervousness careened through my chest as I reached my apartment door. No sound came from within. That isn’t necessarily a bad sign. Shauna could have herself under control and simply be trying to take a nap or braid her hair or kill a rabbit with her bare hands. Stay calm, Leon. She may need you to help her mind come back. Across the open-air hallway, Cyrus Landry poked his head out from his own apartment. He’s holding a phone in one hand and the doorknob in the other. At least the retired detective didn’t think to grab a pistol.

“Leon, thank God you’re here,” Cyrus said in a harsh whisper. “The way that boy flew out of your apartment I knew something was wrong. Your girl’s really having a tough time growing into her new self.”

“I’ve got this under control,” I said. “Don’t bother calling an ambulance. If shit really does hit the fan, a hospital won’t do her any good.” It’s damn near impossible to get a werewolf in full bestial form to fit into the back of an emergency vehicle. That’s not factoring in all the violence that would most likely ensue leading up to that. Cyrus disappeared back into his apartment, left his door open as I turned to open mine. The tangy flavors of sweat and an angry kind of hunger raked an elbow across my nose as I entered. I prepared myself for anything: to see my daughter unable to bring her human mind back from her bestial self or enraged into a stalking lust where anything that moved was prey. What caught me by surprise was how normal the apartment looked. All the furniture was in one piece, no claw marks were in the walls and Shauna was sitting as calm as a monk in my recliner. She was even reading some gossip magazine. Yet, the telling scents remained in the air.

“Where’s Hastings?” Shauna asked looking up from her reading. “Aren’t you supposed to babysit him or something?”

“That’s Mister Hastings, babydoll,” I responded with squinted eyes. “Saw Brad downstairs. You want to tell me why he ran out of here like the building was on fire?”

“Who? Brad? He probably had to meet his Dad for something. You know Brad, always running away from things.” Shauna gave a nervous laugh, turned a page in her magazine. Outwardly she appeared very much her teenage self, dressed in jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt. Her shirt was hanging a bit loose, and she wasn’t wearing her usual Chuck Taylors. She was going through this size phase – every article of clothing had to be some measure of form fitting. I supposed it was part of a continuing teenaged plan to leave me bald before I turned forty. That gave me an idea.

“Stand up,” I said in my deepest, most commanding voice.

“Dad, stop being weird,” Shauna said. “I’m comfortable right where I am.”

“Shauna…”

“God!” she exclaimed throwing down her magazine. “Fine, I’m getting up okay?” She stood, keeping her arms close to her sides. Shauna didn’t fold her arms in disgust as she usually does when she disagreed with me.

“What’s wrong with your shirt?” I asked. “What? It’s my softball t-shirt,” she responded. “The school gave them all to us when we won remember?” That’s right. Shauna’s softball team won a state championship. I was a solid ray of giddy stupid sunshine watching her on the mound, having idle conversations with college scouts pretending not to be college scouts. I actually had to shake my head to jostle my thoughts back into the present. Shauna thought that little comment would be sufficient to allow her escape. Oh, not this time. Dad has gotten wise to his daughter’s ninja tactics. Pride cometh before the werewolf teenager freaks out and eats some human’s baby.
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About the Author:

Jonathan Lister lives in the Philadelphia area and is a full-time writer. He holds a Bachelor of Arts in English from Shippensburg University and a Master of Fine Arts in Writing & Poetics from Naropa University. His work has appeared in outlets of USA Today, The Houston Chronicle, Matter, Square One and Image Magazine among others. He wrote his first two books in 2009 from midnight til 4 a.m. while waiting tables during the daylight hours. DEMOS CITY BLUES is his second urban fantasy novel. Jonathan drinks too much coffee and appreciates your time.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

ARC Review: "BUILDING FROM ASHES" by Elizabeth Hunter


BUILDING FROM ASHES

Synopsis:

For a thousand years, powerful earth vampire Carwyn ap Bryn has served others. God. His family. His friends. But tragedy and loss disrupt his peaceful existence, causing him to question everything he has committed his eternity to.

Brigid Connor has known about vampires since they rescued her from a painful childhood. But not even their vast elemental power can save her from the demons that torment her.

As loyalties are tested and new paths are forged, a lurking danger slowly grows in the Elemental World. Carwyn and Brigid will learn that even secrets revealed can come back to haunt you when you least expect it.

Excerpt:

She focused on the flames as the dog’s excited barks grew. Soon, he was circling a rise in the hill, jumping and dancing in the moonlight.

“Madoc?” What was he on about? He never reacted like this when Tavish was approaching. “What is it, you mad beast?”

The fire drifted away, and Brigid’s heart began to pick up a slow beat as she saw the ground shift under Madoc’s feet. What the—

The ground burst open with a shout as Madoc pounced. Brigid ran over, her arms lit, ready to burn whatever had attacked her dog. She immediately halted when she heard the familiar laugh and the loud voice.
“I heard you barking from twenty feet below, you mad hound! Haven’t you ever heard of the element of surprise? I’ll not be taking you on any missions of stealth, you can be sure of that.”

His dark red hair was flaked with dirt, and his skin was black with mud, but when Carwyn turned to her, there was no mistaking his vivid blue eyes. She broke into a smile just as he rose to his feet. She started toward him, but he only held up a finger.

“One moment,” he said with a grin. Then he stripped off his shirt, tossed it onto grass and dove into the water with glee. Madoc barked along the edge of the lake, waiting for his master to emerge.
He was back.

Her heart was racing now. Did he remember it had been a year? Did he come back for her?

She banished the thought from her mind. Of course he didn’t come back for her. Not like that. He was watching out for her. Like… a priest. Or a friend. Which he was. A priest. A friendly priest.

Then he rose from the lake, the water scattering from his arms as he pushed back his unruly wet hair. Rivulets ran over the dark freckles on his shoulders and down his torso. Thick muscles flexed as the cool moon reflected off the solid planes of his chest. Dark red hair ran in a line down his flat stomach and into dripping wet trousers that covered his hips and muscular legs. Brigid was struck again by his size. Carwyn was enormous. Tall as a small tree and solid as the earth he controlled. He should have been intimidating. But he wasn’t.

He was back.

Damn it.
 
Priest! Her mind yelled. But Father Jacob didn’t look anything like that. Had Carwyn always had so many muscles? There seemed to be more than the last time she had seen him. Did that happen with vampires? Had he been… working out? He strode toward her with a smile.

“Surprised to see me? Despite this mutt’s warning?”

“Um…” Wasn’t there some rule that priests had to be thin and academic?

“Brigid?”

Or fat and jolly? Safe and approachable?

Carwyn was standing in front of her. “Are you all right?”

“I’m… fine!” she squeaked.

“Are you sure? Sorry I gave you a start.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Father Carwyn ap Bryn was approachable, all right, but not for any reasons the pope would approve of.

Saph's Review:

"Building From Ashes" returns us to the Elemental World Elizabeth Hunter created for us with A Hidden FireThis Same EarthThe Force of Wind, and A Fall of Water, in an entirely different series - a spin-off, if you will.  This is Carwyn's story and features very little of Bea, Gio, and Ben from the Elemental Mysteries series.  What "Build From Ashes" does feature is a similar timeline as those 4 books.  We just get to see the goings on from Carwyn's side and everything he endured, handled, struggled with while the Elemental Mysteries focused on Bea, Gio, Lorenzo, and Bea's dad.

"Building From Ashes" is actually 3 books in 1.  It is divided into Book 1: Earth, Book 2: Fire, & Book 3: The Seal.  We see who, how, and from what Brigid is rescued from as a child.  We get to watch Brigid grow up into a young woman who is extremely tormented by her past but won't allow anyone to pity her or help her in any way.  We follow the introduction of the new "vampire drug" that was discussed in the Elemental Mysteries novels and it's affect even beyond the endings of them.  I know I loved Carwyn from day one, so getting a huge 3 book dose of him was heaven.  He's soft and caring, yet fierce and protective.
His sense of humor made me laugh out loud many times or roll my eyes with a smile.


Here's a brief run down of Book 1: Earth:

Carwyn is a 1,000 year old vampire who's done it all and seen it all--I'm sure he coined the phrase "Been there, done that" and has the t-shirt to prove it, er...well, Hawaiian shirt. He is a Catholic priest, who during his mortal life, was married for a time.  After becoming a vampire, he continued on in that role, even swearing to celibacy and all that entails.  In the previous series we learn that he has made the decision to leave the priesthood after several hundred years of servitude.  We are only given a hint of this then, but in "Building from Ashes" we learn the reasoning behind the decision.

Brigid is an emotionally scarred, and very human, little girl when she lands in Ioan and Deirdre's household.  She grows up among Carwyn's family and is completely under their aegis.  Brigid is not ever put into a position where her character is made to look or act weak.  She's very committed to her family and her job. She grows into a fiercely independent but very smart young lady, however, her past catches up to her.   While struggling with her addiction, the family learns of Ioan's disappearance, causing Brigid to relapse......

Oh, Deirdre, you poor grieving widow.  I know that there is the option to not ask for permission but beg for forgiveness later, however, making someone a vampire isn't like, oh, I don't know, borrowing someone's shirt and returning it ripped.  Vampire creation isn't something you can change back from or replace the human life of....


I don't want to ruin it for anyone so I'll stop there with the description of the stories.

"Building From Ashes" is another FANTASTIC novel from Elizabeth Hunter. The journeys that Brigid and Carwyn take are not always together but by some sheer force of (the writer's magic pen, perhaps) they are drawn together at exactly the right times. The author has planned this novel out perfectly. The novel doesn't focus primarily on the union, reunion, or romance between Carwyn and Brigid. It's all there but properly developed and maintained. There are a few bumps on the road to romance that made my lip quiver and had tears threatening to spill and that's what I absolutely love, love, love, about Ms. Hunter's writing. Her writing pulls on your emotions and you are forced (in all good ways, I promise) to feel what each character feels. You are happy for them, sad for them, angry at the bad guys and sometimes the good guys, but at the end of the day you are completely satisfied with road just traveled.

Elizabeth Hunter's world building takes you on journeys all across the globe. No stone is left unturned in the quest for Brigid and Carwyn to discover who's in charge of drug smuggling. They work very well together and just as well apart. Thoughts of each other never leave the forefront of their minds but don't consume them to the point that they are unable to focus on whatever task they are on or problem they are trying to solve. The dialogue between Carwyn and Brigid is smooth but written to convey uncomfortable situations, hidden feelings without giving things away, disappointment, and Brigid's all time favorite mutterings of going to hell for lusting after a priest.

I encourage you to read the 4 books in the Elemental Mysteries (EM) series before reading Building From Ashes. It could be read as a stand alone but I don't recommend it at all. A good number of events in the EM novels are referenced, behind the scenes in most cases, in Carwyn's novel. In order to get the full effect of the world that is Elemental Mysteries and Elemental World, you must read all of the books, in order, with a box of tissues (just in case you laugh so hard you cry or you get so emotionally involved that you can't stop the tears), and chips or cookies.

The EM series and Building From Ashes are brilliantly written books and I highly recommend them!!

Oh yeah, and I totally Love the cover!  It's beautiful!
Saph's Rating:

  + (because it's my blog and I can give bonus hearts if I want to!) :-)

Buy Link for Building From Ashes: 




Book Details:

File Size: 628 KB
Publisher: E. Hunter (October 19, 2012)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Language: English
ASIN: B009TWO3C6
ARC Review Copy Courtesy Of:  Author, Elizabeth Hunter, in exchange for an honest review.