Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Savage Angel Tour

Blurb:
Book two in The Earth Angels

Feel nothing. Sara Savitch's personal mantra has been hard to live by ever since her torrid one-night stand with army doctor Gideon Mandeville. Descended from the Seraphim, angels known as heaven's soldiers, Sara may be an expert fighter, but she's an amateur when it comes to relationships.

Physically unharmed, but still battle-scarred, Gideon has returned to Dallas in the hopes of regaining his faith in humanity—and in himself. Instead he's walked into a nightmare. His father is on a serial killer's hit list, and has hired a personal bodyguard—the very woman who has haunted Gideon's dreams for a year.

As Sara works to build an impenetrable fortress around her client, she yearns to tear down the one around Gideon's heart. With his bitter rejection of warriors, will he ever be able to accept her true nature? Sara must find a way to trust Gideon with her secret as the killer closes in…

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Excerpt:
“Let’s make this quick,” she announced without preamble, heading over to the desk and gesturing an invitation toward the chairs on the opposite side of it. “I have a meeting waiting for me, along with about a fifty other things that need to get done before noon. And in future, I’d appreciate it if you would call and make an appointment the next time you want a face-to-face.”

“An appointment? For me?” Refusing to even look at the chairs she’d indicated, Gideon kept his distance and stayed by the windows, his expression so remote he looked as unapproachable as the moon. “Do you insist all your lovers do that, or is it just me?”

She hoped her swift intake of breath was something only she heard. “You’ve made it apparent we don’t have that kind of relationship and after yesterday, I’m forced to agree with you. You’re not my lover, or boyfriend, or even acquaintance. We’re strangers, and I have no problem keeping it that way.”

“Except for the small fact that strangers don’t usually have mind-blowing sex up against the garage wall, do they?”

Her fingers curled into her palms, and she wondered if her face looked as neon-red as it felt. “And here I was, thinking you’d forgotten about that.”

“Something that hot is hard to forget.”


Stacy, thanks so much for stopping by. So, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?
SG: Hi there, and thanks so much for having me!  Hmm, about myself (boring subject, gotta say :D)… Okay. From the age of eight when I started figure skating competitively, I wanted to be a skating coach.  But I also wanted to be a writer, so at the age of fourteen I wrote my first 300-page romance. It was absolutely terrible, but I knew then that I had what it took to start—and finish!—a writing project.  I’m so lucky now that I have both of my dream careers.

How did you get started writing?
SG:  Heehee, I’m a born romantic! I used to rewrite my old Trixie Belden endings so that Trixie and Jim Frayne wound up kissing each other stupid.  Eventually it was more fun to make up my own characters, and I’ve been rolling ever since. ;)

So, why angels?
SG:  Oooh, great question!  The basic mythology was already in place (so maybe I’m lazy??? :D). The Nephilim, human-angel hybrids, were mentioned in the bible as “heroes of old, men of renown”, but in other books they’ve ALSO been vilified as the offspring of the Fallen Angels and basically described as the world’s first vampires *shudders*.  So, which one is right?  I love this angsty “am I good, or am I bad” drama, as well as the concept that their descendants might still be among us (Goliath, for instance, was a descendant of Anak, an original member of the Nephilim).  To me, the idea of modern-day Nephilim living amongst us with hints of angelic powers—from spiritual to pyrokinetic to psychic and everything else you can imagine—is incredibly fascinating.

Who or what inspired the character of Sara? Cause I gotta say, she looks like a kickass version of Lara Croft on the cover.
SG: I love this cover soooooo much! *flails*  I took Sara’s powers from the beings from whom she’s descended—the Seraphim.  Who were they? The
Seraphim are a group of angels created for the sole purpose of guarding the throne of God.  In other words, they’re the Secret Service of heaven. :P  They have six wings of fire, the only angels who have this odd feature, and are staunch soldiers dedicated to defeating rebel forces (demons).  Sara, mostly human but still with a teeny bit of angelic DNA in her makeup, is a private bodyguard who’s hard-wired to protect and defend.  She’s a perfect soldier, but when it comes to social situations… let’s just say she’s awkward.  Really, seriously awkward. ;)

What’s the one genre you haven’t written in yet that you’d like to?
SG: Ha! Omigod, don’t ask my editors that!  They think I write in too many genres as it is. For now, I’m trying to limit myself to paranormal romance, contemporary romance and futuristic/sci-fi romance.  But… *voice drops to a whisper* little do my editors know, I’ve been working on a YA fantasy trilogy and a New Adult contemporary.  Once I reveal these projects, they’re probably going to shoot me. :D

Are there any genres you won’t read or write in? Why?
SG: I don’t see myself writing in any type of historical setting that’s not speculative (like steampunk—I LOOOOOVE steampunk).  I don’t have the patience to research everything so that it’s historically accurate.

So, what are you working on right now? Got any releases planned, or still writing?
SG: Wheee, I’m so glad you asked!  My next release will be Book 3 in The Earth Angels, WOUNDED ANGEL, out May 27th of this year.  Then in July I’m starting an open-ended, small town contemporary romance series called Bitterthorn, Texas.  The first book is a high school reunion-themed story, entitled UGLY DUCKLINGS FINISH FIRST, and it’s one of my personal favorites (the awkward nerd becomes a beautiful swan and wins at life in the end, so what’s not to love? <3 ).  Both of these projects are being published through Carina Press, Harlequin’s digital publishing arm. P.S. Carina Press, I heart you! :D

Thanks so much for taking the time to stop by!
Thank YOU so much for letting me drop in!  I’d like to extend a big thanks to your readers as well, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask them a question.  What’s their favorite genre to read?


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A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By the age of fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.

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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

A Bloom in Winter SBB

Blurb:
After Prudence’s desperate marriage and move to London, sisters Rowena and Victoria fear they have lost their beloved friend forever. Guilt-ridden and remorseful, Rowena seeks comfort from a daring flyboy and embraces the most dangerous activity the world has ever seen, and Victoria defies her family and her illness to make her own dream occupation as a botanist come true. As England and the world step closer to conflict, the two young women flout their family, their upbringing, and their heritage to seize a modern future of their own making.

Victoria Buxton

With her delicate constitution but strong, unflappable spirit, Victoria has never followed societal conventions, the rules of fashion, or the pursuit of a husband. Instead, she finds herself drawn to the controversial—and dangerous—fight for women’s suffrage. But her dream is compromised, and her heart divided, when her struggles for equal rights collide with unexpected love.

Rowena Buxton

After yearning to no avail for a certain young pilot to fly back into her life, Rowena fears her chances for happiness have been jeopardized by recklessness and scandal. Burdened with guilt for bringing her sister Prudence to Summerset Abbey as a lady’s maid while she herself led a life of privilege, Rowena hopes to one day make amends. But her desire to set things right is complicated by her passion for flight and a sudden engagement…to the wrong man.

Prudence Tate

Raised like a sister to Victoria and Rowena, then banished to the servants’ quarters when their father passed away, Prudence has seen both sides of life, upstairs and down. But once the truth about her parentage was revealed, Prudence forged a new life for herself, married to a penniless veterinary student. Living in poverty in a shabby London flat, she wonders if she’s made a terrible mistake—and there’s no turning back...

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Excerpt:
Victoria sat impatiently, her fingers skittering across the shining top of her lovely round desk, once used by an ancestor who would no doubt be completely scandalized by the plan she had just proposed to Kit.

“Let me get this straight,” he frowned at her, his dark red brows furrowing like caterpillars. “You want me to help you to sneak into London for a week?”

She glared at the mocking tone of his voice. “You know, you’re usually quite handsome, but right now, you look more like an ogre from a Grimms’ fairy tale than a human, so you can stop glowering at me.”

His head came up and he looked at her, his eyebrows unfurrowing and shooting up on his forehead in such a comical way, she couldn’t help but giggle.

“You think I’m handsome?”

Victoria shrugged. “Yes. Sort of like a fox, with your ginger hair and sharp eyes. But don’t let it go to your head; Sebastian and Colin are far better looking than you. Now back to my plan.”

He rolled his eyes at that and got back to the matter at hand. “The only way it would work would be to bring Elaine into it. There is no way your aunt would approve of your traveling to London on your own, and she certainly would never let you drive off alone with me.”

Victoria shook her head, frustrated by the fuss. “These people do know I’m of age, right? Why may Cousin Colin come and go as he pleases, yet Elaine and I are required to inform everyone where we are at every moment of every day? How is that fair?”

“Do you know you’re rather lovable when you act like a suffragette?” he teased.

She threw a fountain pen at him and missed. It exploded on the mantel. “Oh blast! Now see what you made me do.”

He laughed. “Made you do? No, leave it,” he said when she stood to clean it. “No one comes back here and we’ll call it art, much as that crazy art nouveau crowd calls their stuff art.”

“Oh!” She stamped her foot. He knew she loved art nouveau.

“Now don’t get your petticoats in a bundle, kitten, and let’s figure out how to get you to London so you can meet with…whom?”

“Harold L. Herbert, the managing editor for the Botanist’s Quarterly,” she said, sitting back down.

“Ah yes, so you can meet with Hairy Herbert. And what do you hope to gain from this meeting?”

For a moment, Victoria drew a blank. “Well, he said he wanted to meet with me. He finds my writing thought-provoking. He not only paid me for an article, but is also interested in more of my work. So, more assignments, I suppose.” She tilted her nose up in the air, waiting for him to make fun of her.

To her surprise he didn’t. “So you’ve never met Hairy Herbert. Have you spoken to him on the telephone?” He took the seat across from the desk and crossed his long legs. His eyes regarded her gravely.

Victoria shifted uneasily. “No.”

“So he doesn’t know that the author of the scientific article he paid ten pounds for is, in fact, an eighteen-year-old girl?”

Victoria opened her mouth, but no sound came out.




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Friday, March 1, 2013

Dehumanized Tour

Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Bokheim Publishing
Format: Ebook and Paperback
Length: Paperback 522 pages | Ebook 524 pages

Blurb:
A deadly and currently incurable disease has been released as the result of an unknown experiment that went awry. Dubbed 'Lycanthropy' by the media due to its similarity to the horror movie genre depiction about werewolves, anyone infected begins to change, and every night of the full moon the 'beast' within is released. Within one year, lycanthropy spread throughout Europe, Asia and has now infected the USA. In an attempt to control and treat the outbreak, concerned governments have begun creating camps to contain those who are infected and to help find a cure. Despite rumors comparing these camps to the concentration camps of almost 70 years ago, the US government maintains these camps have the best interests of the public and the residents at heart. Expectations for a cure in the next year remain high.

Ryan Zachery lived his life the way all high school teenagers should - carefree, and oblivious to anything around him. He had an attractive girlfriend and hope for the future. One night when he was walking home he was attacked by an unknown assailant. He awoke in the hospital to learn he had been infected by lycanthropy, a disease he had heard about but had ignored.

Taken by armed guards and dragged away from his parents who did not understand what was happening, Ryan was thrown into a US camp made for those 'suffering' from lycanthropy. Treated like prisoners, he and other lycanthropes were abused by the guards and by their own kind. Scientists regularly performed experiments that promised to treat the disease, yet only caused pain. If Ryan or any of the other roommates acted up or demanded answers, they were thrown into solitary, nicknamed the 'dungeon', and ignored until they became docile once more.

But at the night of the full moon, the beast within him is freed. The beast hates the prison and Ryan. When an experimental procedure allows the beast and Ryan to communicate, the two enemies become unlikely allies who will stop at nothing to tear down the walls keeping them prisoner. With the beast's help, Ryan learns how to change at will. When even his own kind begin to fear him, he creates a plan to release all lycanthropes. They caged the beast, but now he will show them that he will never be dehumanized.



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Michael Loring was born in Bristol, Connecticut, but has lived in a variety of places such as Florida and Tennessee. He likes to think of himself as an amateur Lycanthropologist, studying werewolves ever since he was eight years old when he first saw An American Werewolf In London. He spent most of his life switching between home school and public school, always focusing on his passion of writing no matter what. His interest in writing was sparked in the second grade when his teacher encouraged him to write short stories for the class, earning him more than one award at school assemblies for Creative Writing. He currently resides back in his birthplace of Connecticut with a house full of women who like to drive him up the wall until he finishes his chores. Though they seem to avoid him during the night of the full moon for some unexplainable reason…


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Wise Men Say VBT

Wise Men Say (1Night Stand)
by Wendy Burke
Genre(s: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Categoryies: Holiday-Themed, Military
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: December 21, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 12,300


Blurb:
More than twenty years ago, Emmy Patterson kissed her fiancé for the last time. Despite bad news from U.S. military services, to this day she has reasons to hold on to hope he's alive and celebrates his life every chance she gets.

Her family, however, thinks her partly crazed, unable to grasp the reasoning behind her perpetual optimism.

Called on a business trip to promote her glass artwork, she spends the winter holidays in Las Vegas. Is this chance travel to the The Castillo in Vegas a coincidence, or does the wise Madame Eve know ‘some things’ were meant to be?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers.

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Excerpt:


Usually after so much time in the cold, she’d be tired but instead she tossed and turned.


Office of the Pentagon.

Why did that have to come today?

“Dammit.” Getting out of bed, she went to her closet. Dragging out a step stool, she reached for the box tucked in the furthest corner of the shelving. She got a hand on the container, and with reverence, she slipped it from its resting place. Careful, it’s almost all you have left of him.

Cross-legged on her mattress, with the linens and comforter bunched about her, she smoothed a small area and placed the box there. She slipped off its lid. Inside sat a flat, vacuum-packed plastic bag holding a near-ratty sweatshirt. The word Navy printed on the front, faded and close to illegible, the article of clothing had seen many washings.

But, yet, it hadn’t been washed in twenty years.

Removing the shirt from the bag, she placed it in her lap where she stroked the decade’s old piece of clothing. Closing her eyes, she remembered Nick’s solid biceps filling out the jersey fabric, his well-cut pectorals curving the front. Slipping a hand into the pullover’s opening, she imagined his flat, muscled tummy meeting her touch and her finger tracing a dark trek of cottony down.

She smiled, seeing his salacious grin in return, while his hand grasped hers, willing it further into his boxers.

“Where are you, Nicky?”

Stretching out, she kept the sweatshirt close to her face. It irritated her that she could barely discern his scent considering she’d taken such care to retain it.

He filled her mind. Sure, she had photo upon photo of him, of them together, but those images captured not the essence of her Nick; his kindness, loyalty, dedication to her and to his country, and of course, the physical memories. She cursed herself, reaching far back into her memory, trying to extract the sound of his voice. Would I even recognize it if I heard it?

She clutched the fleece closer, her free hand caressing low on her belly. She fantasized his specter kisses on her neck. Burying her face further into his clothing, she dug her hand under the waistband of her flannel pajama pants.

Even after so many years away, the mere thought of him aroused her; his beautiful, well-cut muscles flexing as he undressed, honed from workouts no gymrat could ever tolerate. The taste of his mouth, bright and pepperminty, his talented tongue, so insistent she swore he had the ability to suck her clit inside out. She gasped into the blue material as she slipped her finger deep between her folds, dreaming of him.

Holding back tears, she recalled the first time Nick had touched her in such a manner. After they’d dated for about a year, Nick got relocated from Virginia to California for SEAL training. Meeting up in Las Vegas proved easy, a cheap flight for both of them—her from Milwaukee and him from San Diego. In her mind, she leaned back into Nick’s broad chest as hot tub bubbles tickled her bare skin. The sunset over the Vegas Strip had been magnificent. After emptying a bottle of Moet to toast Nick’s new career path, some extensive fooling around ensued. In her memory, he lifted her from the tub, carrying her to bed. That moment, he kissed her in a way he’d never done before—and with good reason, that night, with her permission, he he’d taken her virginity.

She panted into the sweatshirt, her tissue swelling around her drenched finger. “Oh!” An electric burning sensation forced her finger from direct clitoral contact, but she forged through it, bringing herself over the edge. She cried out, her arms legs and torso trembling through her orgasm.

“I miss you, Nicky….”

She clutched the one remaining possession of her fiancé and cried herself to sleep.


So, thanks for stopping by. Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?
Well, thanks for having me! A little about myself, huh? I'm older than most people think -- but still a big kid at heart. I pretty much write all day, I'm a TV producer and an air personality at a radio station. I'm a displaced Cheesehead -- born and bred in beautiful Sheboygan, Wisconsin (the setting for a scene in 'Wise Men Say.' ) Although now I've lived in the hometown of Cpl. Maxwell Klinger longer than I've lived in my hometown, I hold fast to the adage -- You can take the girl out of the Cheese, but not the Cheese out of the girl!

How did you get started writing?
I've been making up stories all my life -- whether playing house on the porch, getting A-rankings in Storytelling during my High School Forensic meets -- telling 'word pictures' on the air in radio, or now writing TV stories...I've just always wrote.

What was the inspiration behind Wise Men Say? How did the title come about (does it mean anything)?
The inspiration was the description of a character in a Brad Thor novel. I just loved how he described how his main character, Scot Harvath, dressed on a 'mission.' I took that and hooked him up!  The title was originally 'Never Brought to Mind,' but the Auld Lang Syne reference was too vague.

Why did you decide to write a 1NS book? Why not a full length novel on its own?
I have plenty of novel-lenght material in my laptop -- the 1NS stories just seem to come easier, and it's a challenge to be concise.

Alright, the question we're all asking: what are your thoughts on who Madame Eve really is?
In my mind she's an amazing sage and wants everyone to be happy. I think there's a bit of 'supernatural' in her--she's able to find soulmates
and put them back together after centuries apart (as in 'Haste Ye Back' another of my 1NS stories.) I'm appreciative of her -- without her, I'd be three pubbed stories in the hole!

So, what are you working on right now? Any releases planned, or still writing?
I just sent 'For Me' (working title) off to my beta-reader, who promptly sent it back saying, 'It's hot, but I WANT MORE.' (She is that way!)  So, two more rounds of tweaking and off to the Decadent Publishing submissions maven it will go!

Thanks so much for stopping by and answering my questions!
I appreciate the invite! Thanks for reading and thanks for having me!


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A TV producer by day and a romance writer at night, sometimes the two employments inadvertently cross –whoops! When not at her fulltime TV job or part-time job in radio, Wendy is either writing or fighting off a furry attack by one of her two cats. She leads a wonderfully silly life with her way-too-cute chef husband in a suburb of ‘beautiful’ Toledo, Ohio.



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