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Monday, April 15, 2019

Kindred NBtM

Blurb:
In Kindred we find the Damuzi twins settling into their new home with Kori Lark’s family. Desperate to keep the dangerous truth of their identity a secret, Charlie and Tirigan educate themselves on everything that was kept from them, while delving deeper into their mother’s past.

In the future, Tirigan is dealing with the complicated emotions that overwhelm him after the events of Passage. In an attempt to control the situation, Tirigan turns inward and cuts himself off from those who need him most.

By the time Charlie and Tirigan’s timeline’s merge, a burning mystery is solved, and more than one relationship begins to unravel.

Friendship. Trust. Dependency. Lies.

The Damuzi twin’s story continues.



Excerpt:
“Sorry for taking over your room,” I tell him, walking until the hallway ends in a slatted wooden door. I push it open as Oleander sighs dramatically behind me.

“Yes. I am incredibly put out. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Even though Oleander laughs, a jolt of guilt runs through me. He must see my regret in the sudden tension of my shoulders, because the Gyan’s laugh immediately disappears.

“I’m kidding, of course.” He places a hand on my shoulder, essentially swallowing it whole and forcing me to look up at him. “I’m thrilled to give you my room, Charlie. Over the moon about it. Really! Are you in the market for a new limb, by chance? Because I’ve got a couple with your name on them.”

“My name? Really?” I tease, challenge in my eyes despite the kindness in his.

“Don’t believe me?” Oleander’s brow’s raises comically. “Have a look, yourself.”

The tall Gyan raises his arms out as much as he can in the small hallway, exposing his forearms. There, written in long, flourishing strokes, is my name.

“How?” The question escapes before I can think better of it. Oleander searches my baffled expression for what feels like several minutes. I haven’t a clue what he finds there, but whatever it is makes him smile ruefully.

“You really don’t know what you’re capable of. Do you?”

“I… I guess not. No,” I respond quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Charlie.” Oleander shakes his head. “You are who you are.”




A reluctant interview with twins Charlie and Tirigan Damuzi, protagonists of The Akasha Series. Interview given by Avias Rallidae, good friend of the twins, and conducted after the events of Kindred: Book II of The Akasha Series.


Avias: “Ah, if it isn’t my favorite aliens. Are you ready for the interview?”

Charlie: “Why are we doing this again?”
Tirigan: “Technically, we’re only half Anunnaki. Alien hybrids would be more accurate.”

Avias: “Right. Shall we begin?”

Charlie shrugs. Tirigan simply blinks until Avias break the silence again. Each twin looks equally put out by the interview Avias has so kindly offered to conduct.

Avias: “So, why don’t you tell us a little about yourselves. How you came to be where you are, and what your goals are.”

Charlie: “This is stupid.”
Tirigan: “You are fully aware of this information and our present circumstances. I must concur with my sister. This is extremely foolish and a waste-”

Avias (speaking through his teeth): “For the sake of our audience, just answer the damn questions, will you?”

Charlie: “Fine. We’re Charlie and Tirigan Damuzi, children of a lying alien and a secretive human.”
Tirigan: “Anunnaki and Tessera to be more exact.”
Charlie: “Whatever. Our mother was kidnapped and our father left us in a monster infested forest. We didn’t know what we were until we were seventeen. That’s when we got our powers back.”
Tirigan: “That’s when we received our powers, yes, but we didn’t really understand the full extent of them for some time. We are still adjusting.”

Avias: “And your purpose? Goals? “

Charlie: “Avoid the people that did everything they could to ensure we’d never exist, and now want us dead, all while we try to reunite our family.”
Tirigan: “And perhaps not endure unnecessary and extremely odd interviews such as this in the future.”

Avias rolls his eyes so viciously, one might fear permanent brain damage.

Charlie: “And maybe, in the future, we could make some better friends.”

Avias: “Okay! Next question. How exactly did we come into acquaintance?”

Tirigan: “We met at the solstice festival the Tessera hold twice a year. Our mother left us a letter that instructed us to find your father, Kori.”
Charlie: “Which was insanely easy to do, by the way. I’m still not over that.”

Avias: “No one is.”

Tirigan: “Your father and mother took us in, and now we live with you, your parents, your brother Robin, your sisters Bo and Cyra, as well as your best friend Oleander, who moved from New Cardiff to Pacoa with your family two years ago.”
Charlie: “Kor’s promised to help us look for our mother, while the rest of you help educate us on the powers we never knew we had.”

Avias: “Can you speak a little more on those powers?”

Tirigan: “Yes.”

Avias: ”...”

Charlie huffs out something inane, as she often does.

Charlie (after several moments of stubborn silence): “Unlike fully human Tessera, we have the ability to invoke all four elements. Whereas, plebeians such as yourself, can only invoke one. Avias purses his lips, but does not respond to the rude and extremely inaccurate comment. We also have accelerated healing powers because of our Anunnaki blood, and will outlive you by at least three hundred years.”

Tirigan: “We cannot, however, transfer any of the four elemental powers into the stones Tessera use to extend their power to others. We can only transfer-”

Avias: “Not so fast, Tirigan. We musn’t give away all your secrets.”

Tirigan: “My patience with this game is wearing thin.”

Avias: “Alright, one last question! How are you feeling going into the next part of your story?”

Charlie: “I’m feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, suspicious of everyone, and maybe a little turned on. It’s complicated.”
Tirigan (side-eyes his sister’s response, appalled): “I am feeling determined, hopeful, and perhaps also experiencing some level of shame for certain actions.”
Charlie (staring at her brother mischievously): “Nothing else, Tir?”
Tirigan: “No, I’d say that’s sufficient.” (He shifts awkwardly in his chair, blushes adorably)
Charlie: “So you and Avias haven’t been flirting since-”

Avias: “Right then! Interview over. Carry on!”

Read The Akasha Series from the beginning! Books I & II, Passage & Kindred, are free today and tomorrow (4/15 & 4/16) on Kindle. Look for the first character companion novella this fall, entitled Captive. The third book in the series, Salvage, will be released in 2020.



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Author Bio and Links:
Indie Gantz grew up in Northern Virginia and received her Psychology degree at George Mason University. Despite her passion and curiosity for the human mind, Indie left her chosen field of study to finally give voice to the many imagined minds she has created.

Indie lives with her family in North Carolina. She spends her days drinking tea and clacking keys.

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Monday, November 6, 2017

Welcome to Sortilege Falls Book Blast

Blurb:
Sixteen-year-old Grape Merriweather moved to Sortilege Falls expecting a fresh start and new friends. But things are never quite what they seem in this sleepy Missouri town. Her math teacher looks like a witch, her school is being stalked by a vampire, and Grape could swear the town’s garden gnomes are moving. None of that compares to the small group of teenage models, blessed with otherworldly beauty, who rule Sortilege Falls. Even the adults are powerless to tell them no. When the models fall ill from a mysterious disease, all of the town’s secrets start leaking out. Grape is determined to help her new friends, but searching for the cure might just get her killed.


Excerpt:
Grape is in her backyard at night.  Her brother, Brad, has just gone off into the woods to collect plants–Brad is a huge botany nut.  Grape is staring into the distance, trying to see into the woods when she hears something behind her:

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Grape screamed.

“Calm down,” the vamp kid from school said, his hands raised in the air like a victim. He had switched his purple shirt for a black one and slicked his curly hair back as well. “It’s cool. It’s just me,” he said and reached out to grab her shoulder.

Grape pushed him hard in the chest, making him stumble backward. “Don’t touch me. What are you doing here?”

He regained his balance and rubbed his chest where she’d shoved him. “I wanted to see where you lived. That really hurt.”

She slit her eyes at him. “I’m glad it hurt. It was supposed to.”

“That’s not very nice.”

Grape grabbed the lawn chair and held it above her head. “Are you a stalker?”

“No.”

“You’re sneaking around my house at night wearing all black.” She readied herself to swing the lawn chair. It was pretty light and wouldn’t do much damage so she decided to aim for a vulnerable spot—his face.

“No. I just thought... I don’t know. I thought you looked nice.”

“Do I look nice now?” She gave the chair a swing, missing his nose by inches. She hopped back a little and held the chair up high again. He got one warning shot, that was it. The next swing would break his nose.

“I’m sorry. I thought this would be romantic.” He reached into his baggy pants pocket and pulled out an iPod with a little set of speakers attached. “I was going to play a song for you.”

“Totally creepy!”

“No. Really, listen.”

He pressed play and an unholy mix of instruments blasted out in a tinny blare. He shut it off quickly. “Wrong song. One second.”

“Leave.”

He looked up at her with heartbreak in his eyes. “I just need one second.”

“Shoo! Go! Off with you!” She shoved the chair at his chest, driving him backward.

He gave her one last dejected look and walked around the corner of the house toward the street.


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Author Bio and Links:
I was born during a blizzard. I’m told it was pretty cool but I have no memory of that time. I grew up in two tiny towns in Virginia and spent most of my twenties moving around the US. I’ve lived in Virginia, Florida, Missouri, and Washington. I’ve settled down, for now, in Raleigh, North Carolina.

I’m a writer and improviser. I studied acting in college but spent more time rewriting lines than memorizing them. My first play, Fourth Wall, was produced my junior year. Since then, I’ve written several full length plays, one acts and screenplays. I started writing fiction in my late twenties. Now, I focus mainly on novels but still dabble in theater.

Fun facts about me: There are none. I’m sorry to disappoint you so soon. But, I do love to read, write, and run. My hubby is my favorite person on earth. Dogs are my second favorite. All dogs. I love orange juice, especially when it’s mixed with club soda. Carbonation is better than alcohol. Jaws is my favorite movie. Everything I’ve said so far is true.


Awards:
Puschcart Prize Nomination for “Grow Your Own Dad” – Published by Mixer Publishing
Semi-finalist Eugene O'Neill Playwrights Conference – “STUFF”
Honorable Mention The Ohio State Newark New Play Contest – “The Last Day”


Behind the Scenes Info:
“Welcome to Sortilege Falls” is my second novel. My first, “Tough Girl” was about an eleven-year-old who is slowly starving to death and loses herself in an imaginary world to combat the misery of her life. I wanted to write something happy after that and WTSF is about as “happy” as my writing gets. The idea was to come up with a main character whose very name sounds like a smile, thus Grape Merriweather was born. Stories grow and writers hardly ever end up writing the book they intended. That is definitely true with WTSF. My “happy” story grew to encompass the themes of beauty worship, celebrity, as well as delving into the mysterious relationships between child stars and their parents. In the beginning of the novel, Grape is new at school and eager to impress. She was popular back home and has never had trouble making friends. She spends over an hour the night before trying on outfits and picking the perfect one for her first day. But she is ignored by students and teachers alike. Everyone is too caught up with the beyond gorgeous models to bother with one new student. We discover this weird world along with Grape and I tried to stay true to her voice. It was very important to me that Grape wasn’t perfect, that she partially fell under the Models’ spell as well.


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Sunday, July 16, 2017

Free Book - Change of Heart by Mary Calmes

I just wanted to let you all know that one of my favorite M/M paranormal series is majorly on sale right now. Book 1, Change of Heart, is free, while book 2, Trusted Bond, is only 99c. 

I super, highly recommend giving this series a read. Mary Calmes is an awesome writer (she's even stopped by here before), and I just fell in love with Jin, Logan, Crane, Domin, Yuri, and pretty much every character in this series. And with the current discounts, you could get the entire 5 book series for under $9, which is a steal compared to how much it normally costs. 



Thursday, August 13, 2015

Throwback Thursday - Andrew Grey


Earlier this week, it came to my attention that a favorite author (and friend) of mine is getting ready to publish his 100th book! He was also one of the first M/M authors I read with his paranormal series about satyrs (which is practically impossible to find now apparently). He mainly writes contemporary under his pen name now, but he’s still a fave of mine. So with that being said, I want to congratulate Andrew Grey on such an amazing accomplishment. To celebrate, Andrew has put 20 of his books on sale for $1 each on Dreamspinner Press and Amazon. So if you’ve read his books before or have some on your TBR, now is the time to get them! And if you haven’t read Andrew Grey before, pick up a book and give him a try. You just might find a new favorite author of your own.