Friday, February 7, 2014

Visions of Fire & Ice VBT

Trapped on a planet not their own, the Petiri spend their lives hiding the natural gifts that set them apart from the world.  They live long and unfulfilled lives, unable to find their soul mates on this backward planet known as Earth.  That is until the night Ramose comes face to face with Tamara, a woman whose gifts rival his own.  Determined to find why this human is in possession of an ancient magical Petiri relic, he arranges a meeting.

But Tamara, embittered from past events, is wary despite lifelong dreams of Ramose and a sure knowledge he is her soul mate.  Before long the couple find themselves ensnared in a battle that has raged for millennia in Egypt’s desert.  Set, Egyptian God of Chaos, is determined to take his just due: the throne of Osiris.  

The only way to stop him is for Ramose to put his trust in Tamara, but first must gain the same from her.  The ensuing sensual relationship is filled with romance, lust and love.  Their relationship is tested by an unnatural evil. Will her powers over fire, combined with his ice be enough to win the day?  Or will the ancient gods and goddesses of Egypt destroy more than just their love?

Ramose ducked and twisted his body, avoiding the flailing fist surging forward to contact with his jaw. With one quick upper cut, he cracked his opponent beneath his chin. The man’s head jerked back, blood spurting from a bitten lip.

“Had enough yet?” asked Ramose.

Darius spat, his bloody spittle spattering the blue floor mat. “I had enough a long time ago. But, then again, you need to have your ass kicked lately.”

Ramose grinned. “Let’s see you try,” he said, snatching a pair of swords from the rack on the wall and tossing one to Darius. He was the Master of Defense for his people. He was responsible for teaching them the in’s and out’s of self-defense. It was what kept them alert and safe.

At least, he liked to think it was what kept them safe. It was probably more luck than anything. Unlike their arrival on this planet more than three thousand five hundred years ago.

“I still don’t understand why you find it so necessary to teach me combat,” repeated Darius for what had to be the fifth time since they’d begun. Ramose sliced forward with his blade, and the man danced away. The sharp edge whizzed past Darius’s ear, slicing a few hairs from the side of his head. The man didn’t blink, but readied his sword for the next attack. “I’ve lasted this long without it, why now?”

Impressed with his pupil’s quick defensive moves, Ramose charged, sending the man off balance. He needed this as much as Darius did. Inside, his nerves sang with an intensity he couldn’t begin to understand.

Darius dodged his advance with a neat parry.

“I’ve told you, things are changing.” Gods, how he wished he could give a good answer. So much remained hidden. Premonitions had haunted Ramose’s thoughts for most of his life. Tiny inklings of a future to come. Images or feelings which were never clear, details blurred beneath the mists of the unknown. Right now, he had the odd sensation of danger. And the focus was Darius.

“You’ve been dreaming about her again, haven’t you?”

Ramose frowned, and parried, the slide of blade against blade vibrated through his muscles. “My dreams are unimportant and have no bearing on your future.”

Darius spun and Ramose blocked. “So, what’s it like, seeing your Kha-Ib?”

Like the rest of those on board the doomed Petiri vessel, Ramose had left any possibility of finding his Kha-Ib on Petiri, waiting for his return. He’d never met her, but he’d dreamed of her since childhood. The woman in his recent dreams couldn’t be older than her mid-twenties. In most of the dreams, she was no more than a child in her teens. Too young and too human to be the heart of his soul.

“She’s not my Kha-Ib,” Ramose grumbled, slicing toward Darius.

“Whoever this woman is, she haunts your sleep the way a ghost haunts an old graveyard. Elo is trying to tell you something.”

“Our god deserted us the moment we arrived on this backward planet. He’s telling me nothing.” Their blades clanged together, and they both leapt back.

“You’re deluding yourself, Ramose. And, until you admit it, you will never find peace. Whoever this woman is, she’s not your wife.”

Ramose rewarded the verbal jab with a physical one of his own, spinning about and slamming a fist into the man’s solar plexus. The sudden flinch in Darius’ face was a little too satisfying for comfort.

He’d never loved his wife, not the way a Petiri would love his Kha-Ib. True, every Petiri dreamed of his Kha-Ib, just like he had. Years ago. But those dreams had stopped the moment he’d given up on ever finding the one meant for him.

Loneliness had wrapped its velvet fist around him, driving him to long for what he would never have. He’d decided to accept second best. Everything had gone horribly wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t forget the anger brought on by his wife’s death. A death she’d intended for him. Anger at the memories coiled in his gut.

Ramose balanced on the balls of his feet before striking forward again. Their blades crashed together, their song of battle echoing through the room, sparks flying.

“Enough talk,” Ramose growled.

Darius shoved hard at Ramose’s shoulders, knocking him backward. “I’m done. I refuse to fight when you’re angry. You’ll kill me.”

Ire burned in Ramose’s gut, and his knuckles turned white on the pummel of his sword. Darius was right. The dreams were getting to him. Dreams of a young girl in peril, with a face he could never see. A human face.

Character Interview – Ramose

Many people want to know how I came up with the Petiri, and of course, Why.  What a lot of people do not realize is this is the first book I ever wrote.  It’s changed over the years, to become more of what I wanted it to be at first.  I bit off a bit more than I could chew back then, but as you will see here, Ramose, of Petiri, would not take no for an answer.

The scene fades into my bathroom, six years ago.  I have a great big garden tub I use to think, or plot in.  But this was my first “plotting” meeting with my brain.  Here’s how it begins:

I sit in the tub, wondering what I want to do with a new story.  Actually, this is a first story. I want to write a best seller, you see, and I’ve studied all my favorite authors.  What did they do, how did they do it?  In every case I came up with the same things:  Aggressively dominant heroes.  Long lived, and live only to worship their mates.  Hmm, can’t get better than that.

I relax into the warm water.  My eyes drift closed, and images of men and their worlds pop into my head.  Most drift away, not willing to communicate.  Some smile, and attempt a flirt.  No, that’s not what I’m looking for.  I want them to want their female.  Then, Ramose pops into my dreams.  “Wake up,” he growls.

I open my eyes. Well, in my dream I open my eyes.  Shit!  Someone’s here. I drag the towel into the tub to cover my assets.  This one isn’t in my imagination.  Or is he?  He looks like he’s been in the sun too much, his skin a golden brown.  He has shoulder length dark hair.  It’s not straight though, it has a bit of curl to it.  And there’s a small tear tattoo on one cheek.

“What?” Green eyes glare back at me, as if I’m stupid.

“You have to write about my people.”

“And who are they? What are they?”  It’s not like I’m a mind reader, even in my dreams.

“We’re from Petiri.  Another world.”

“Go away.”  I relax back into my dreams, and close my eyes again.

“Pardon?”  I open one eye, just in time to see him arch one sexy brow.  His language is pretty stilted and he has an accent that almost sounds vaguely familiar.

“I said, go away. I don’t want to write science fiction. I want paranormal.” I wave a hand as if sending him away, closing that single eye again.

“You said you wanted someone aggressively dominant, long lived, and worship their females.  That is the Petiri.”

I crack open one eye.  “How long lived?”

“One year to your one thousand.”  Nice.  Very long lived.  I could work with that.  Except….

“You’re from another world.  I said I don’t want sci fi.”

“We live in Egypt.”

Now that one perked me up. I like Egypt.  “Wait a minute.  If I write about aliens in Egypt, I’m going to make that Doctor Hawass mad at us.  He hates the idea that some people think the pyramids were built by aliens.”  I’m not lying.  Dr. Hawass had come to speak to us on our bus trip of the pyramids, and he was very adamant that these people were “crazy”.  Okay, he didn’t use those words, but still...

“I didn’t say we built the pyramids.  I said, we live in Egypt.”

Good point.  “How long have you been in Egypt?”

“Thirty five hundred years.”

One year for every thousand, so that makes him what, an original?  I perk up a bit.  “And how old are you?”

“A little over thirty five hundred years.”

I may not be good with math, but even I understand what he’s trying to say.  “So you are an original Petiri? You were born there?”  He nods.  I can feel the excitement growing.  Imagine incorporating Egyptian history into a contemporary story.  But could I pull it off?  “So other than live a long time, what makes you guys special?”

“We use magic.  Each of us has our very own talents.  Mine is ice.  I can freeze anything.  Would you like me to demonstrate?”

The dream me sees him coming toward my bath water.  “Er, no, I think I’ll pass.”  He smiles and backs away.  I hide my sigh of relief.  Brrrr.  I hate cold.  “But why do you want me to tell your story?  Why not someone else?”

“You’ve been to Egypt,” he replies simply.

“And?” I prompt.

“And if you do not, I will not get to meet my Kha-Ib.”

Now there’s an interesting word.  Kha means something like soul.  It’s like an intelligence of spirit but Ib means heart.

And this “Kha-ib is important to you?”

Cold, green eyes glare at me.  Oops.  Wrong question. I guess that’s a given.

“How did you get here, and how many came with you?”  

“Those are questions I will only answer once you agree to write our story.  There will be plenty for you to
write about.”

How am I going to blend paranormal and science fiction?

“It’ll be easier than you think.”  Was he just reading my mind?  “All you have to do is start with the paranormal.”  Ok, so he’s right there.  It’s not like he was asking me to create the science to make it more on the lines of science fiction.  Or was he?  “I want to meet my Kha-Ib,” he reminds me.

“What does that exactly mean?”

“The soul of my heart.” His cold green eyes melt, and soften.  He says the words almost worshipfully.  Of all the things he’s said, this touches my heart the most.  But when I don’t respond, he continues.  “Our story will be filled with magic, gods and goddesses, ancient history, hate, and love, and even a little science.”

Well, shit.  There it was.   Science.  I’m doomed!  But rather than pray what I want, which is “God, help me,” I nod my head.  It’s agreed.  I’ll write the story of his people, to include the love, hate, magic, and gods.  And while I’m at it, a little of the dreaded science!

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December 12: Unabridged Andra
December 13: Susana's Morning Room
December 16: Theresa M Jones
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December 18: Bunny's Review
December 19: Power of Passion
December 20: Aly's Miscellany
December 20: Live To Read ~Krystal
December 30: Author Koko Brown
December 30: Triad Literary Works
December 31: Crazy Four Books
January 1: Deal Sharing Aunt
January 1: Room With Books
January 2: Bookgirl Knitting
January 7: Kit 'N Kabookle
January 9: Lia's Book Haven
January 10: Beckstar Reviews
January 14: Nyxx's Nook
January 15: Reviews by Crystal
January 15: Katherine Givens
January 16: Margay Leah Justice
January 17: Fae Books
January 17: Blood Red Shadows
January 22: Who's Reviews
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January 27: Two Ends of the Pen
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January 29: Rainy Dayz Reviewz
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February 3: Indy Book Fairy
February 4: Beyond Romance
February 6: Bookkins

Author Bio and Links:
Born in Atlanta, the daughter of an Army Soldier during the early stages of the Vietnam war, I spent my childhood traveling from state to state, finally ending up overseas in Germany where I graduated high school six months early.

My writing career however began as a young Airman in the Air Force, writing monthly articles for the weekly base paper.  The articles ranged from climatological data to full centerfold articles on the destructive forces of hurricanes.  As I increased in rank, my writing changed to more technological instruction, including such works as  WSR-88D Doppler Radar Data Interpretation Guide for North Carolina Stations, and Station Operating Procedures.  

But my early writing wasn’t limited only to the technological side.  I’ve written multiple dog training and behavior articles for canine websites such as Sonora Canine Freestyle, and also the Ask Blackjack column, a fun training column in the voice of my labrador retriever, then a young pup.

My first book, SheWolf, won 2nd place for Best First book in RWA’s PFF&P Prism awards.

I’m married to a wonderful man named Doug, who is also retired Air Force.  We live in North Carolina with our two dogs.

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  1. What a wonderful tour wrap-up. It's been a pleasure following u Teresa and witnessing the amazing feedback u got for Visions of Fire and Ice. Best wishes

  2. Really fun character interview!


  3. How interesting that this was the first book that you wrote and you've gone back and continued to mold it. I also like the name Ramose. That's very pretty.

  4. Thanks folks! Thanks so much for being a part of a wonderful tour, and yes, This is almost exactly how Ramose came to me. :) And Thanks Catherine. Oh yes, the Petiri let me have no peace. They are always beating at my brain to get out!

    1. Thanks for stopping by, it was so great having you!

  5. Thanks Emily! It was a pleasure to be here! I'm sometimes late - because of my work hours, but I do make it in. :D