Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Souls Around The World - October Blog Hop Giveaway



"Things that go bump in the night!" 

As children we all had something we were afraid of. Most of those fears were when the lights went out and the shadows began to dance across a darkened wall. But even as our fears crept beneath and into our subconscious, we didn't let it hold us back from experiencing and watching the late greats and the new scary movies. 

 I remember as a child wanting to watch the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I would be fine, I figured. We all think nothing will ever scare us like that, we're invincible to those things. Boy, was I wrong. That movie gave me nightmares for weeks. I remember laying in my bedroom, shared with my sister, who by the way is four years older, and crying as I called out to her because my imagination was playing tricks on my mind. I saw things peeking around my door and as I called out to my sister, she ignored me and pretended to be asleep. I was too paralyzed with fear because it felt so real at the time. 

Did that stop me from watching other movies? Definitely not. We all love that little adrenaline rush of the scare or the plot. Some even addicted to it. As an adult, I still love it but I will be the first to admit, I'm probably the person watching it through my parted fingers. I think it's my love of the dark themes that has guided my writing journey to love writing the things that I do. Whether it be my warlocks, my Jinn or my vampire assassin, each being lurks in the shadows.

Check out an excerpt of "Soul Mates" - this is from my short story, "Souls Caught Fire"
 Purchase SOUL MATES here: Publisher, All Romance Ebooks


The red sateen rode up her soft thigh, showing more and more of her skin. Marcus’s body pressed tighter to hers, his hips gyrating, grinding against her. The quick shallow breaths that panted from Marcus told Katrine just how into her he was. Though the need for release sat heavy within her, reaching a level close to desperation, it wasn’t Marcus who she would be picturing between her thighs or buried deep inside of her. Was that bad? A heady desire staggered deep in her gut as a rush of wetness soaked between her thighs. That feeling alone nearly had a yes ripping past her lips despite her one cardinal rule: don’t mix business with pleasure. Never before had the thought even occurred to her of breaking her rules before meeting Thomas Rykers just weeks prior. Damn him!

A sigh shuddered through her barely parted lips, and as much as Katrine wanted to give in, as much as her body craved this release, she couldn’t. Some lines were never meant to be crossed.

Marcus nuzzled against her neck, hands skimming dangerously high on her thighs. Katrine warred against herself.

“Just let go,” Marcus pleaded, his voice labored with desire.

A pleading tone was there and that snapped Katrine back to her reality. Weakness was not sexy. Not at all. She licked her lips slowly, words ready to spill forth, keyed to rebuke his advances. That was until someone cut through the haze with the subtle clearing of their throat behind Marcus.
“Marcus, you really should lock the door when you’re with your wife,” the intruder teased.

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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Soul Mates - Release Day!!


Wow, all I can say is I cannot believe today has arrived! Release day! It's so surreal. I remember when Ashley approached me about doing a collaborative together and at first I was on the fence. Not because of who it was but because I was in the process of finishing Cruentus: Rise to Power. I didn't know what to write or where to take the short story. I had lacked inspiration. But I logged on facebook one night and a friend had actually posted a random black and white picture that she had just fallen in love with and it struck me. I had to write about that picture. And there "Souls Caught Fire" was born.

Both Ashley and I love our stories and think they compliment the other nicely. I hope you enjoy and we look forward to hearing or reading your thoughts and reviews!


Blurb
The concept of soul mates is timeless, but what happens when circumstance comes between soul mates? Will they find their way back to each other? This short story duo packs a hard punch in the realm of soul mates, giving the reader two different paranormal erotica’s that both ask (and answer) that very question.
Wolf Pack...
Lucas, alpah-wolf and playboy extraordinaire, must face hard truths when an old love returns to town bearing secrets of her own.
Souls Caught Fire…
Katrine, vampire assassin and femme fetal, must choose between love and business when a strong and unexplained attraction blooms between herself and her current mark.
If love is meant to be and souls are bound together by fate, Lucas and Katrine must find a way to hold on to the gift they’ve each been given. When life gets in the way, will love be strong enough to unite them with their soul mates?

Excerpt Wolf Pack
His hands caressed her ass while he spread her sweet spot and pushed himself inside. The thrusts picked up speed while he kept moving his shaft inside her tight tunnel of sweet honey. Moving his hips in rhythm with hers, he hit against her ass over and over; his sac slammed on her clit, and he quickened the pace. She moaned in pleasure, but for only a moment. He reached over to her hair and pulled her body up to his chest.
Leaning into her ear, he snarled, “Don’t you cum until I tell you to.”
“Yes sir,” she groaned out. He could tell her need was at the edge of exploding because her cries grew louder with each thrust.
 He reached his arm around to her front and cupped one of her breasts, running a finger along her areola, rolling her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He felt it perk and harden in his hand. He tweaked her full nipple while his mouth dropped to the crease of her neck. She tilted her head, allowing him to bite her. From the sounds of her moans he knew she enjoyed the pain and pleasure equally.
His sac grew hot and heavy as he started to feel the pressure build inside it, making him give an intense growl. “Cum, now!”
A howl escaped both of their mouths, and at the same time she began milking his orgasm with her walls, making them tighten around his cock. They rode their climaxes out before finally collapsing onto the ground. He rolled off of her and onto his back, looking up at the stars.
“You were right,” she panted out, trying to catch her breath.
“Told you, the chase is the best part,” he said while licking his lips and staring at her.
“What is your name?” She looked at him with a questioning desire. It was apparent she wanted more than just one night.
“Lucas, my name is Lucas Miser.”

Excerpt Souls Caught Fire

The red sateen rode up her soft thigh, showing more and more of her skin. Marcus’s body pressed tighter to hers, his hips gyrating, grinding against her. The quick shallow breaths that panted from Marcus told Katrine just how into her he was. Though the need for release sat heavy within her, reaching a level close to desperation, it wasn’t Marcus who she would be picturing between her thighs or buried deep inside of her. Was that bad? A heady desire staggered deep in her gut as a rush of wetness soaked between her thighs. That feeling alone nearly had a yes ripping past her lips despite her one cardinal rule: don’t mix business with pleasure. Never before had the thought even occurred to her of breaking her rules before meeting Thomas Rykers just weeks prior. Damn him!
A sigh shuddered through her barely parted lips, and as much as Katrine wanted to give in, as much as her body craved this release, she couldn’t. Some lines were never meant to be crossed.
Marcus nuzzled against her neck, hands skimming dangerously high on her thighs. Katrine warred against herself.
“Just let go,” Marcus pleaded, his voice labored with desire.
A pleading tone was there and that snapped Katrine back to her reality. Weakness was not sexy. Not at all. She licked her lips slowly, words ready to spill forth, keyed to rebuke his advances. That was until someone cut through the haze with the subtle clearing of their throat behind Marcus.
“Marcus, you really should lock the door when you’re with your wife,” the intruder teased.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Sign Up - Blog Hop - October Bash

Join Ashley and I for the Souls From Around The World Blog Hop

Halloween is a great time of year to help explore the wonderful world of the paranormal. It’s in October that all of our creatures come to life and jump out of the page and onto the streets. Join L.S. Broomfield and Ashley Nemer in their Souls From Around The World blog hop.

The blog hop will last from October 1st through October 31st. At the end of the tour there will be one grand prize, a Sony Touch E-Reader. This e-reader will come preloaded with any books the authors of the blog tour want to donate from their collections.

In addition, each author/blog can give away an additional prize if they wish.

Right now we are organizing authors and bloggers alike to see who would like to participate. The post in October can be about anything you like, but it needs to feature some kind of creature or topic that goes bump in the night.

Please RSVP no later than September 10th so we can organize and prepare.

We will use Raffelcopter for the grand prize drawing. Every author and blogger who participates will have their ‘like’ pages from Facebook and their follow pages on twitter included in the links to enter.

Email Ashley@ashleynemer.com with any questions about participation or inbox on Facebook

Enter your link below to join

Friday, May 31, 2013

Cruentus: Rise to Power Blog Tour Stops 6 & 7



Don't forget about the Rise to Power Blog Tour going on now! Spot 6 was hosted by Amethyst Daydreams, where you'll find an excerpt and 4 star review, and Spot 7 was hosted by author Ashley Nemer, where you'll find a fun Character Interview with Emiliana Cruentus. Each blog in the tour is giving away a cop of the book, so don't forget to leave a comment on the posts to enter!


Page Turners
 
Ashely Nemer

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Cruentus: Rise to Power Blog Tour Stops #4 & #5


It seems I was lazy this week and didn't update for the Blog Tour. Please head over to Author Nicole Morgan's blog and Tanya's Book Nook to check out stops 4 and 5 on the blog tour. You'll find an excerpt at Nicole Morgan's stop and a 4 star review at Tanya's Book Nook. Don't forget to stop by Reading Lark and enter to win the giveaway if you haven't done so yet!


Thursday, May 16, 2013

Cruentus: Rise to Power Blog Tour Stop #3


Yesterday's stop on the Cruentus: Rise to Power Blog Tour was hosted by Tanya at SupaGurl Books. Head on over to read my interview with Tanya! She will be posting her review next week on Tanya's Book Nook

SupaGurl Books

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Cruentus: Rise to Power Blog Tour Stop #2


Today's stop on the Cruentus: Rise to Power Blog Tour is hosted by Mindy at Forbidden Reviews. Head on over to check out her 5 star review and enter to win a copy of the book. Thank you for having me, Mindy!

Page Turners

Monday, May 13, 2013

Cruentus: Rise to Power Blog Tour Kickoff


The Cruentus: Rise to Power Blog Tour kicks off today on Reading Lark! We have some fun features planned and an opportunity to win a copy of the book at every stop along the way.

Tour Schedule:

May 13 - Kickoff/Review/Giveaway at Reading Lark
May 14 - Review/Giveaway at Forbidden Reviews
May 15 - Author Interview/Giveaway at Supagurl Books
May 20 - Excerpt/Giveaway at Nicole Morgan Author Blog
May 22 - Review/Giveaway at Tanya's Book Nook
May 27 - Review/Giveaway at Amethyst Daydreams
May 30 - Character Interview/Giveaway at Ashley Nemer Author Blog
June 3 - Excerpt/Giveaway at Author Mireille Chester
June 5 - Review/Giveaway at Words2Follow
*If you are a blogger or author and would like to add a stop to your blog, please email Tevya at readinglarktev@gmail.com. Thanks!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Caliente Blog Hop & Soul Mates Giveaway

This blog hop is hosted by Four Seduced Muses and is showcasing all things Caliente. You may ask... what is caliente? Hot, sexy, steamy... pick your passion.

Today I am teaming up with Reading Lark After Dark to offer you two chances to win an electronic copy of Soul Mates. Soul Mates is a duet of short stories containing Souls Caught Fire by myself and Wolf Pack by Ashley Nemer. Enter to win by commenting on this post, then head on over to Reading Lark After Dark and enter again by commenting on the post there.



Oh, and don't forget to head on over to Four Seduced Muses to check out the other blogs and sexy giveaways. Happy Hopping! 







Please note, this Rafflecopter is for the Grand Prize only. To win your copy of Soul Mates, rate this scene on a caliente scale: one being cold and 5 being piping hot. Tell us what you love most about it. And don't forget to leave your email address so we can reach you if you win.


Need a little teaser to draw you in? Here is a tempting tidbit from Souls Caught Fire.


Slowly, Katrine stood and fangs slid back beneath the gums as the sateen dress relaxed over her curves.
“Why are you here?” She asked exasperated.
“I came to speak to you about tonight.”
Her eyes rolled at him, voice chilled, “Oh I believe you have said quite enough.  I think the only thing you should be saying now is giving me a reason why I shouldn’t drain you dry right now!”
Thomas was quiet, thoughtful for a moment before he rose.
“I wanted to rip Marcus apart for touching you.”
His tone was matter-of-fact, but there was an ever present edge curled around each word spoken. Katrine stood stunned before him. She blinked, speechless.
“Well hallelujah!” His arms went up in the air. “I found something that actually shuts you up!” His arms dropped as he moved toward her, strides quick until he was before her. “This would be where you speak.”
“You’re just sore that he got to the whore before you did,” she fired back at him. Thomas flinched but was undeterred.
“A man tends to say things when put into a predicament between ripping his friend’s throat out and ripping the female’s dress off. Both tend to be frowned upon. I chose...inadequately you might think. I prefer to think I chose as best as possible.”
Katrine stepped around him and waltzed casually toward the large window overlooking the harbour. The illusion of collectedness, she hoped, was pulled into place and that Thomas Rykers would not sense the actual affect he truly had on her. Even now, despite her wishes, desire flipped her insides and nervousness of the reason behind his visit had her feeling the temperature of her very core rise.
“You are just like Marcus. You both want something neither can have. Now get out!”
The air crackled around them, between them. His stare bore into her.
“No. I don’t believe I’ll be going on my way just yet.”
He needed to get out of her sight, out of her reach. Fast. Katrine whirled around and briskly stepped in front of him, hands thrust outward as she pushed him with a yell, demanding him to leave.
Oh god, there was that smell again.
The taunting, thigh clenching aroma of sandalwood and sage surged and permeated the room. It stole her senses and made her weak in the knees.
“That smell...” she whispered.
Thomas muttered something beneath his breath and in a blindingly quick movement Katrine was in his arms. Their lips tangled in a mesh of need and raw desire. Katrine pushed away.
“No! We can’t do this. Our kinds don’t mix...too different. We need to stop this.”
Thomas’s eyes, now bright amber, stared down at her. “Why not? Since when are you a good little girl? You’re right, I want you because I shouldn’t. I’ll have you because I can. Now shut up.”
Slap. His jawed clenched, lips thinned as he glared down at her. Katrine could see the fury in his glare, but he showed nothing but restraint.
Her dainty hand stung from the force of the slap across his cheek. Katrine was wild inside with fury and her hunger for him. She shouldn’t want him. Her body shouldn’t crave for a touch she’d barely felt, but damn it she did. Normally her skin felt cool; normally heat was never felt by her, but right now her skin felt afire, heat rippling beneath her skin. A war raged to both slap him again and pull him closer. Katrine’s hand raised, no decision over which thought would win. With a jerky movement her hand swept, and instead of a slap, her fist wound around his jacket lapel and tugged him closer.
  “Came to your senses did you, sweet cheeks?” He smirked in victory.
A growl rumbled in her chest. “Shut up, wolf, you talk too damn much. Just. Kiss. Me!”
That was all Thomas needed. He obliged all too happily.
A sweet symphony of clothing being torn and mewling moans pierced through the quiet of the room. Torn pieces of the red sateen dress littered the floor. Another wrench of fabric had his shirt drifting to the floor mere feet away from the dress and right beside his jacket. Katrine wasn’t sure how they had managed to get naked so quickly, but she wasn’t a girl who would complain, especially not about this.
Flesh to flesh and what a moment; Thomas was hard and throbbing against her stomach. Fingers twined through his silky hair, and with a sharp tug of his hair, she bit his lip as a fang nicked the supple flesh.
“I’m not breakable,” she assured.
A mischievous glint lit in his eyes with a smirk while his tongue ran along his lip, tasting the beading blood there.
“Good.”

You want more, don't you? All you have to do is comment below and rate this scene on a caliente scale: one being cold and 5 being piping hot. Tell us what you love most about it. And don't forget to leave your email address so we can reach you if you win.

 (You can read a tempting tidbit from Wolf Pack at Reading Lark After Dark.)

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Wordless Wednesday




Wordless Wednesday

Point Riche

Port Aux Choix, Newfoundland and Labrador





Sunday, March 31, 2013

WINNER -- Spring is in the Air Blog Hop


Spring is in the Air Blog Hop -- WINNER


To everyone that participated and took the time to read our blogs during the blog hop--Thank you! Another huge thank you to anyone that commented and followed my blog during this blog hop. It was a fun experience to be a part of.

Currently, the grand prize winner of the XoXo e-book package has not been announced yet. However, for the individual contest that I was running for my blog, I completed a random list generator and the winner of the e-book, EVERNIGHT VOL. 2 with my story, "Firefly" published within is:

Krysta B.

I will be in touch within the next couple of days with the winner. Happy reading! :)


Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Spring is in the Air


The very thought of spring makes me smile—for a couple reasons. You see, Spring is by far my most favorite season next to fall. It’s not for a “Mary Poppins birds singing flowers blooming type of reason. Not at all. In fact, Spring is my favorite because there are absolutely no bugs present. That’s right, you read it right--No bugs.


To understand the significance of that one statement is to know where I live. You see I live in Eastern Canada; the province of Newfoundland and Labrador and the town of Happy Valley-Goose Bay. No matter where you live, if you are surrounded by bogs, trees or water, you will have bugs. They are annoying little pests. So my top reason is pretty basic.


My next reason is more of a memory and a love to do type of thing. In this region because of the high amounts of snow that we receive in the winter time that come spring, it tends to become wet and messy. For the avid walker or runner it poses a problem but for the people that like to play in the snow and water it’s ideal.


It is nothing more thrilling than riding a four wheeler down what once was a winter sliding hill and straight into and through a large icy water puddle.  Yes, you get very wet and it becomes rather cold but the fun is priceless and something only spring can offer.


So as the winter wonderland melts away and welcomes spring, it is not only Mother Nature that enjoys the transformation but the people of the big land of Labrador as well.


There is a prize for stopping by my blog today, if you leave a comment and join my blog then I will randomly select one commenter to receive a free copy of Evernight Vol II.

There is a grand prize at the end of this tour, a large ebook package for one lucky person who leaves a comment.

Make sure you include your email address on your posts so in-case you win we can distribute to you your winnings!



Written with Ashley Nemer A short story Duet containing Wolf Pack and Souls Caught Fire


 


 Don't forget to check out the other blogs along this tour right here

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Welcome to Week 4 of the Sisterhood of the Travelling Blog!! This week I am honored to have Torie N. James stopping by and giving us a excerpt from her work in progress.

Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog, Part Deux, Week 4

“Ho-how old were you when you…became what you are then?” Oh hells, her voice sounded all wispy and dry.
Letting his tongue play over the hills and valleys of her left hand, then right, he pressed a bit closer. “I was 28 the day I met Vivianne. Between the day we met and the day she died…only 2 months had passed. We didn’t have much time together at all.” He shifted again, keeping their hands together but now his lips were at the base of her throat, licking over the pounding pulse beating against her flesh. He could smell the arousal coursing along her blood.
“And I was..I mean, she was..what?” Each word was jerked from her. Oh good gravy, his lips were so warm and her eyes did flutter shut as his tongue teased a wet path around her artery, nibbling along it slowly.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were blazing with a carnal sensuality she’d always read about but never witnessed outside of a movie.And then that was only acting, wasn’t it? Pretend. But right here, right now, it was anything but.
He wanted her.
She wanted him.
“She was a little over 16. A child, really. She was ..ethereal, joyous. Headstrong but tempered by a lightly spoiled nature, despite her upbringing. It was hard to say no to her. Even harder to deny her any little wish. I was very..smitten. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Absurdly romantic, right?”
“Yeah…totally.” She could barely think with him looking at her like that and was a second short of hurling herself onto his body when the smooth, sibilant tones of SIL broke through the room.
“Alexander. I have two more hits. You need to get up here.”
The moment the computer had spoke, Alex had jerked back, rising up as he dropped her hands and shaking his head. Bri wanted to groan as the cool mask of  reserve slipped back into place. No, she wanted to scream. She’d gone her whole life without one single pair of wet panties and Sir Knight here was giving them to her all the time now. Bah.
“We’re coming, SIL.”
No, but we could have been, was Bri’s errant and frustrated thought as she rose up the moment he took a few more steps away.  She tried to be casual. “What’s Metal Eddie talking about?”
Turning away so she couldn’t see what he was doing, Alex bit down hard on his lip, letting his hand push down the pure steel of his throbbing shaft under his pants. By all of the old Gods, he was in misery. Blue balls was definitely becoming a permanent state around this woman. For the simple reason that he refused to make the same mistake twice.
“All those that Merlyn transformed himself have the same or vastly similar genetic code.We all share his blood.” As Alex spoke, he turned back around and motioned for her to follow him but moved ahead without looking directly at her. It hurt too much, it was like seeing paradise before you and being unable to even step into its light. They moved into the hallway, she was only steps behind him.
“A few years ago, after I’d constructed SIL, I programmed it to recognize certain characteristics that were shared by us all. Heat patterns mostly, coupled with structural diagnostics and navigational progress.”
“You’re scary, you know that?”
“You’ve mentioned it a time or two.”


I chose this excerpt for no other reason than it’s just one example of how Bri and Alex interact. He was born in a time of old ideals and had dreams of being the perfect knight once upon a time. Sabrina is the reincarnation of his wife and while there are some similarities, Bri is very much the modern woman who makes no apologies for who she is. I love the dynamic between them, that spark he’s trying to ignore and she only wants to fuel higher.

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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog II: Week 3


Please Welcome, Stacy Moran


My Writing Goals for 2013

One evening several months ago, I sat in my office with a pile of paper work surrounding me. I wondered how I got here, to this place in my life. I felt like I was losing a part of myself and had no idea how it all happened. My creativity was gone; my desire to write left me even reading a book seemed like an effort. I simply lost myself and was miserable. 

Digging out of the rut that was my life wasn’t easy but watching my life disappear was not easy either. That evening in my office, I decided it was time for a change. I set goals and made a list of things I wanted in my life. I am a big believer of putting what you want out into the universe and I wanted to write a novel. Not just one novel, no I wanted a series of novels about a world that had been running around in my head for a couple years. 

Once the first goal of writing a novel was made then came the hard part finding time to write. This was the first step in completing my goal. I quickly realized time was not going to just appear; I had to actually develop time. 

I tried winging it at first, writing when I could or had felt inspired. I quickly realized this was not going to work. So I had to reevaluate my priorities or I would never accomplish my goal. 

Identify My Priorities – What am I willing to give up to achieve my goal? I thought about my life and my daily task, distinguished between I must do and what I choose to do. From there I determined a ranking system for all daily tasks. 

Realizing and identifying the following:
* Time sinks or activities that take up huge chunks of my time with little to no value
* Self-induced or outside distractions that make me lose focus
* Multi-tasking or not giving one task my full attention at any given time( was a hard one)

Set Deadlines– Breakdown what it was I wanted to accomplish in a certain amount of time. At first I started slow to give myself time to adjust to the new path in my life. Each time one goal was met, I set the next goal a bit higher. 

The year ended and after rewrites and mishaps along the way, the book is finished along with a poetry book Whispers in the Dark (XoXo Publishing). I learned so much from this process and cannot wait to start book two of my Blood Myth Series (a bit of self-promoting). Writing is hard, writing is a job and requires dedication but when it’s your passion you make the time. My goals for 2013 get the first Blood Myth published, write the second in the series and finish a project with a dear friend Author Ashley Nemer. 


Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog
 
http://blog.amylkessler.com/ 
http://ashleynemer.blogspot.com
http://aaronspeca.blogspot.com
http://johannamrae.blogspot.com/
http://lsbroomfield.blogspot.com/
https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSherrieHenry
http://stacymoran.blogspot.com/
http://torienjames.blogspot.com
http://traceysteinbachmichael.webs.com/apps/blog/
 

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Sisterhood of the Travelling Blog II - Week 2


Sisterhood of the Travelling Blog II
Week Two

Please welcome my guest and friend, Author Sherrie Henry as she shares with us some of her thoughts on what she finds challenging and necessary when writing.


In your upcoming works in progress or new releases, what did you find most challenging to write, or what gave you the most enjoyment accomplishing, aside from finishing the writing?


I would have to say the most challenging for me is doing research for my most recent work in progress “Lucien’s Story.” As a lot of the vampires in the story are centuries old, I had to do research on what even to name them. One of my pet peeves is authors who don’t do research; they write a four hundred year old vampire and call her Tiffany. Come on! Do some research, get the names right. Or they have a six hundred year old vampire and name them Edward, but make him from Italy! Please, Google is your friend. Find the proper names for the proper time periods and from the proper geological area.

I ended up doing research to figure out how long it would take to go from point A to point B during the 1400s, as well as what kind of communication they had between countries. In today’s 24/7 world of instant communication, it was an eye-opener that news on a battlefield may take almost a year to get back to the ruling family depending on what war was being fought.

I don’t mind the research, I find it a necessary part of the story-telling process. I don’t want a reader to do the famous eye-roll if I get a simple thing such as a name or place wrong. I want my work, whether it be paranormal or historical, to be as accurate as possible. I want the reader to be able to immerse him/herself in the work and not be shaken out of the story because the main character used a cell phone in the 1960s. Or even such small things as the use of Prussia for parts of what is now called Germany (fyi – Prussia ceased to exist effectively in 1932 – the things you can learn from research!).

I’m hoping everything I’ve learned and used in my story makes it even more enjoyable for the reader. It’s the little touches, such as calling the automobile a new-fangled death trap when talking about the 1890s, makes the dialogue more true, the story more real. It may not be important to the major plot points, but it gives a wonderful foundation to build upon. A few hours research before starting the story can do wonders. I find myself double-checking my facts as I write, learning new things as my story comes together.




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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Sisterhood of the Travelling Blog - Part II

Sisterhood of the Travelling Blog - Part II



This week I have the pleasure of featuring A. L. Kessler so join with me in welcoming her. Read along, join my blog and everyone else involved. :)

In your upcoming works in progress or new releases, what character are you most looking forward to your fans reading and why?

            There are two characters that I’m looking forward to my readers meeting, but they are both in different stories. The first is Midnight Symphony, due out February 12th, 2013 and the other is In the Light of the Moon.
            Midnight Symphony has a smaller cast of characters since it’s a novella. The first one that popped into my mind was Cora. I can’t wait for readers to meet her. She’s a strong female lead that doesn’t play damsel in distress. I won’t give anything away, but she refuses to take orders from the males in her life and wants to embrace what she is.  Cora spoke to me, because I wanted a strong woman, not one who depended on the man to make everything better. In the world she’s in, she needed to be able to stand up and stand out for the storyline to work.
            In the Light of Moon has a character that is near and dear to my heart. Kassity DeBeau is a kick ass shifter that has choices to make and a man to fall for. She struggles with figuring out how to out run her past, confront it, and dealing with depending on someone for control. Kass has been in my head for a long time and just begged to come out. There is just something about her that calls to me, and I hope calls to the readers as well.
            Really I hope my readers enjoy all my characters. They all have their own past, hopes, fears, and dreams. I’ve poured my heart and soul into creating them. I love character driven stories and I want to make sure I deliver that to my readers. I have a handful of my favorites and whom I’m excited for readers to meet. Those two girls up there are my top two right now. Everyone else is further along in the series, and it’s mean to tease.

Find me:
Website: A. L. Kessler
Twitter: @a_l_kessler

Amazon: Evernight Vol 2

Friday, January 4, 2013

“Set me Free” ~ Chapter Six


  
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"Set me Free” ~ Chapter Six

Sera remained frozen in place at the keyhole, the black eye bored back at her. It felt as though the stranger saw through her, within her. Her deepest, most private places. She heard a snarl and jumped back. It was enough to cause cause the stillness to break. With deep heavy breaths, her back turned and placed against the door. Her weight wouldn’t do anything against the barrage of hooded figures on the other end but she sure as hell would try. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, ignoring the ache in the back of her head. She needed to focus. The weak, raspy voice of Father Giovanni called to her from the dimly lit corner he laid in.
“A...lock. There is a lock hidden behind a brick aside the door.”
A lock? She frowned at him. Why would a church have need to hide locks on small cellar rooms? The rumbled voices grew louder; it was only a matter of minutes, perhaps even seconds before they made their way inside. Sera’s hips swivelled to the right as she began to pluck and pull bricks. Nothing moved. It was all cemented in place. Was Father Giovanni delusional?
“O-Other side.” He wheezed.
With a huff of impatience, her adrenaline kicked in full throttle, her heart slammed like a racing horse in her chest. Movement began outside, shuffling and roars of anger. What the hell was happening out there?
Precious seconds ticked away. Sera switched sides in pursuit of searching for this loose brick. Once again, she plucked and pulled on bricks. An aggravated muffled sound of annoyance trembled deep in her throat until finally her hand ran along that one brick the Father spoke of. The quiet sound of rock scraping rock filled the room with every tug and pull she made. A soft grunt spilled past Sera’s lips as the brick was finally pulled free. It was quick work, brick in one hand as the other pushed inside feeling for something. Anything.
Her small hand felt a thick strip of metal.
“I feel it. I have it in my hand.”
She moved her hand either which way until finally the metal slid across towards the door. The sound of a lock clicking in place told her it had worked. A locked door would buy them a little bit longer at least.
A screamed ripped through the muffled sounds on the other side of the door. Sera stepped back and stared for a moment at the door. A shiver rode up her spine as she dropped to her knees beside Father Giovanni. His old hand found hers and she thought of how cold his skin was. Fear settled deep in her stomach as guilt mixed with it. She wouldn’t be able to handle it if she was to blame for this; those feelings threatened to overwhelm her.
“It’s going to be okay, Father Giovanni. I promise.  Just don’t close your eyes, okay? Stay with me.”
His tired smile told her he didn’t believe he would be okay but Sera couldn’t let him pass to the afterlife.
“Have faith, Father.” She smiled warmly at him, stifling the fear she felt. The irony of Sera telling a clergy to have faith after being outcast from her home church was not lost on her.
“You should not have come here. It was not safe for you.”
A heavy sigh huffed from her. It wasn’t safe here, it wasn’t safe at her home. Where was it safe? Where could she go? Why would her parents tell her to find him if it wasn’t safe? Nothing made sense. More questions bloomed with every second and no answers were in sight.
“I am sorry you are hurt because of me.” Her soft hand rubbed soothingly against his forehead, his breathing evened out. “I don’t have anyone else. My family were killed. My parents first and then my brother. I found a letter from my parents telling me to come to you. You would help me.”
He looked at her solemnly, “They are coming for you. Father help us...”
SLAM.
Her mouth opened to ask him what he meant and who exactly ‘they’ were but the sudden sound caused my head to jolt to the side and peer at the door. By the strength and intensity of the sound, Sera half expected someone to bust inside. But the door held up against it...for now. She swallowed back the bile in her throat.  She hated waiting in this room for someone to bust in. They were like lambs to the slaughter because she highly doubted they came to pray or pay penance; but waiting was all we could do. Or was it? Sera released the Father’s hand and grabbed the brick in her hand as he hid behind the door. If someone was going to come in and all she got was one smack, it was going to count.
As expected, the door eventually swung open and shoes scuttled inside. Sera quietly moved from behind the door and saw the large form with its back to her. Brick grasped and arm raised, she swung hard as the brick connected against the stranger. THWACK! His body dropped like a rock to the ground, directly to the side of the Father Giovanni.

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