Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Valentine's Day Countdown Blitz Day 2: The Heart of the Hunter by Natalie-Nicole Bates

Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian photography, Frozen Charlotte dolls, and antique poison bottles.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.

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After a devastating accident, Barret Atkins has accepted a quiet, solitary existence. His life is turned upside down, when he finds the badly injured Kansas Smith, left for dead in a case of mistaken identity. As Kansas begins to recover, Barret must face some deep scars of his own. When the couple begin to fall for each other, their lives spin into a revival of past hurts, jealousies, and betrayals, causing Barret to put a halt to their budding relationship.

Barret’s hesitation causes his best friend-turned vicious rival, Duncan Craig, to pursue a friendship with Kansas. Where will this leave Barret? Can they all hold on long enough to escape Kansas’s attacker, and will they ever conquer their own inner demons intent on keeping them apart.

~ Amazon ~  Amazon UK

Q & A with the Author:

1.       Tell us about things you enjoy — what you do for fun or personal satisfaction besides writing?
I enjoy collecting Victorian era photographs, as well as Frozen Charlotte dolls. I take a real sense of pride and satisfaction being able to restore things to their original beauty.
2.       When did you first realize you were an author?
I think it would have to be when I held my first paperback book in my own hands.
3.       Have you done anything writing-related, but besides actually writing your books, that seemed to get a lot of positive response? Something that encouraged you?
This past autumn I won second prize in a horror story opening contest. It was nice to get acknowledgment of my writing outside my usual genres.
4.       What is the thing you struggle with the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?
Probably finding the time to actually sit down and put my words into the computer. I have books plotted in my mind to last me well beyond my lifetime. I have had to set times for writing and stick to them.

5.       What is the “message” of your writing? (For example, is your purpose to encourage old-fashioned values, encourage romance, or do you have different purposes in different books?)
I don’t think I have a particular message in my books, but I do use characters who are normal people in extraordinary circumstances that they work to overcome. I don’t sugarcoat reality.
6.       What are your thoughts/feelings on ebook vs. print book?
Two different entities. I love that ebooks are instant. You go to a website, order, and receive. You can read right away. With paperbacks, there is a certain sense of satisfaction to be able to hold the book in your hands.

7.       How many books do you have out?  Are you planning a specific number altogether, either in this series or separately?
I believe it is around 20, from short stories to full length books.

8.       Are your characters/stories/scenes, etc. based on anything in real life?
All of my characters are in a little way a part of me. I also remember what people tell me over the years, and often something that struck me will end up in my book.
9.       What are your future projects?
I have a contemporary story for an upcoming anthology later this year, as well as the third book in my RISE series, called Embree’s Rise.

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Monday, January 30, 2017

Valentine's Day Countdown Blitz Day 1: Swan and Shadow by Kaki Olsen

Kathryn Olsen (aka Kaki) has been to 17 countries on five continents. 

After an illustrious upbringing in Massachusetts, she studied English at Brigham Young University. As a result, she's been known to find theological flaws in zombie lore and Peruvian sacrifice metaphors in Superman movies. 

When not working a desk job or overanalyzing media, she enjoys writing about anything from possessed iPhones to dragon-smuggling androids and has been called upon to lecture on writing by various organizations. 

Her debut novel, Swan and Shadow, was published in March, 2016.

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 ~ Website ~ Twitter ~

"Aislin is cursed. A regular college student at night and a swan during the day, Aislin can only break the curse by finding her true love. But when her beloved discovers the truth, will his fear override their love? This modern adaptation of Swan Lake will help you discover what love really means."

~ Amazon ~ Amazon UK

 Author Interview:

1.     Tell us about things you enjoy — what you do for fun or personal satisfaction besides writing?  I play piano very enthusiastically.  I had to give it up when I was 13 to focus on violin, but found a teacher when I was older.  Now I’m working on Chopin, Beethoven, Bach and, because I’m a geek, music from The Desolation of Smaug.  I also travel as much as my paycheck allows and am getting ready to hike in Austria.

2.     When did you first realize you were an author?  The first time I realized I wanted to write professionally was when, as a library page, I started fantasizing about someone checking out or shelving my books at a library.  The first time I realized people would take me seriously was when I wrote a spoof of a Star Wars satire fan film and the man who came up with the original found it and sent it to the cast and crew of the project before asking me to help with associated projects.  That was when I had strangers recognize me at sight and a random indie director hugged me after saying he loved my stories.  Until my book launch on March 11 of last year, I thought it was all a fluke, though.

3.     Have you done anything writing-related, but besides actually writing your books, that seemed to get a lot of positive response? Something that encouraged you?  I started out as an essayist for a site called iEmily.  They had people who wrote personal nonfiction and I got good responses on such topics as overcoming self-injury and being a religious minority in Boston.  My first “break” was when my college writing professor sent my essay on being promoted to concertmistress in 7th grade to a feminist magazine and they sent me an offer to publish it.

4.     What is the thing you struggle with the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?  When I get an idea for a major plot point, it takes an act of God to get me to change it.  Swan and Shadow had a different ending that made my beta reader cry and utterly annoyed my acquisitions editor.  I explained the reason for the ending, sent her the synopsis of the sequel and came very close to telling her too much information about how much this ending fixed my anger towards my crazy ex.  She still wanted the ending to be more empowering for women in a specific way and I compromised by meeting her at a completely different ending that neither of us had originally intended.

5.     What is the “message” of your writing? (For example, is your purpose to encourage old-fashioned values, encourage romance, or do you have different purposes in different books?)  My first Aussie fan pegged it.  “It’s all about owning your own fate.”  I had been a violinist for ten years when my mother finally told me that I have a motor disorder that is supposed to prevent me from having enough coordination to play a musical instrument.  I call it the greatest favor she’s ever done for me because by that point, I played two instruments, was in three orchestras and had toured internationally with my lack of coordination.  All of my books are about people redefining the parameters of their hardship.

6.     What are your thoughts/feelings on ebook vs. print book?  I love that both are available.  For example, my old college roommate sent me a picture of the library book by Kaki Olsen that she’d just entered into her system.  On the other hand, every time I do a signing, I have a few people who want to think it over before buying.  They’ll take a bookmark and a few days later, they’ll have impulsively bought it to read on their Kindle.  I don’t care how you read.  I just want the world to read until they go half-blind.  This is also why I have a site specifically for my book recommendations coming out soon.

7.     How many books do you have out?  Are you planning a specific number altogether, either in this series or separately?  I have two so far.  Swan and Shadow is my only published novel, but I was in an anthology on the writing process.  Swan and Shadow has a sequel planned and partially written, but no more.  Other series have up to ten books plotted out.  I even have a plot bunny for a mystery series based on lines from “I Am The Very Model of a Modern Major General” that could go on for the number of attributes in that song.

8.     Are your characters/stories/scenes, etc. based on anything in real life?  Almost all of my characters have real-life inspirations.  Ethan is based on a boy I had a crush on in 10th grade, for example.  Maeve is my older sister.  Aislin is a manifestation of my ambivert tendencies.  But you’ll find Armenian and Greek characters based on people I befriended in high school.  In a book that I’m currently editing, my roommate griped that eight of my characters were all sassy Bostonians, which worked for one character, but wasn’t appropriate to a high fantasy.  You can find experiences drawn from my own life throughout everything, though I occasionally have weird references.  For example, there’s a character in an upcoming short story named Laura who has bionic eyes, which is a reference to Jonathan Coulton’s “The Future Soon.”  Or I did genealogy work for the Byrne family in Swan and Shadow and put in some of the actual family lore from what I found.

9.     What are your future projects?  I am currently editing an anti-fairy-tale in which fairies talked a prince into breaking a marriage contract, which led to the largest-scale war in centuries.  Now that prince abdicated, his younger brother died in battle and the new king is to be the brother who thought he’d live his life out as a scholar or diplomat.  I’m also editing a book that covers a magical civil war in modern Philadelphia.  My upcoming short story with Laura of the bionic eyes is actually the tale of a time-traveling android smuggling the last dragon egg off earth and to a new world.  I’m currently writing a book about a girl who stumbles into a mystical world and, rather than finding wondrous kingdoms and creatures, she’s imprisoned as a spy for six months.  And I’m also writing a book in which a girl, orphaned at 8, grows up to fight the war against the people who killed her parents, while secretly, her parents actually are running the revolution that she plans on annihilating.  And while I have many plots running around in my head, one day a week, I put aside my writing and editing and do research for a 1920’s murder mystery that takes place on the trains of rural England.  I’m having fantastic fun with all of them.

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New Release ~ Dark and Deadly Things by Kelly Martin


Blessed (or cursed) with the ability to see ghosts, Elise was a fixture on her dad's reality ghost hunting show, Dark and Deadly Things, until she realized her father faked the evidence just to get ratings.

Now Elise is watching his Halloween special on live TV while eating popcorn next to her ghost of a mother.

Something goes horribly wrong...

Two members of the Halloween special's family are dead. One is missing and Elise's dad is the main suspect. Only Elise knows the truth. Only she saw what really happened to the family before the lights went out.

Elise joins the only surviving member of the murdered family, Abel, to find the thing that destroyed both of their families-- find it and destroy it.

How do you kill a ghost?

Easy, you take on one paranormal case at a time until you figure it out.



About the Author:

Kelly Martin is an Amazon bestseller and award-winning author. She loves abandoned house photography, ghost stories, and trying to figure out what goes bump in the night.

She lives in the heart of Middle Tennessee, where all the cool ghost stories happen.

Kelly loves supernatural TV shows, watching horror gamers on youtube, and driving around taking pictures of abandoned houses. All of which would make you assume Kelly is very brave... you'd be very wrong. She has to watch Sherlock safely behind her fingers at times. 

She has been married for over ten years, has three little girls, and a one-eyed cat named Sam. 

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If you ever have a question or comment, feel free to email her at kelly@kellymartinbooks.com ♥ You can follow her writing adventure at http://www.kellymartinbooks.com/

Friday, January 27, 2017

Review ~ Paper Love by Aubrey Wynne

Growing up in a Papua New Guinea mission, Joss Palmateer is a gentle soul with a unique view of life. Still adjusting to a new home in the U.S and the sudden loss of her mother, love is the last thing on her mind. 

Sexy physical therapist, Ben Montgomery, meets his sister’s friend and the sparks fly. He takes it as a silent challenge when she ignores his advances, but it’s her extraordinary inner beauty that captures his heart. 

With the help of a stray homing pigeon and an old origami legend, Ben sets an unwavering course of romance to win her love.

Jewelz Review~
Paper Love is a sweet Christmas love story. It's a quick read (only took me a few hours) but the characters are well developed nonetheless.

Joss and Ben's story may be somewhat predictable, but there are some very fun details that brought this story to life and kept me reading. Joss is not your "typical" single gal looking for love. She's a bit broken and trying to find her place in the world. I love how her experiences in Papua New Guinea with her family help define who she is. Ben might be a little too good to be true. I love that he uses origami as a stress reliever and his relationship with Charlie is a delight.

I would have loved for the book to have been longer. What we have is only glimpses into their relationship rather than experiencing the relationship as it grows and develops. That's the nature of a novella, but I certainly would have enjoyed experiencing more of the time Ben and Joss spent together getting to know one another and falling in love.

Overall, a delightful quick read that had me teary-eyed at the sweetness. If only every woman could find her "Ben."

FYI ~ clean read
Honest disclosure ~ I received a review copy

Friday, January 20, 2017

Steinabelle Blog Tour


 The quest of Paymaster Stenstrom spans the planes, taking a bizarre turn in the 3rd universe, as there he is not an affluent man but a woman in desperate circumstances. Lady Stenibelle is imprisoned for her role in the Seeker Affair, is penniless, and her House of Belmont-South Tyrol is on the verge of extinction. Her spirit broken, Stenibelle is resigned to perform her sentence without fuss, do as she is told, and fade away in obscurity. However, fate is not yet finished with her. Stenibelle is in the gaze of hidden benefactors with ulterior motives. People claiming to be her dear friends come forward, yet she does not know them. The Quests of the Shadow tech Goddess proceed, and she must discover the hero that lies within or face total oblivion. The disgraced 30th daughter of the House of Belmont will either be the final stake driven into its dying heart, or the ray of light that comes to save it and all else that follows.

Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood, he also has a passion for caving, urban archeology and architecture. His highly imaginative "League of Elder" book series is published by Loconeal Publishing


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From Chapter 7: All Alone
“Come in,” Lt. Gwendolyn said. The door meekly opened. Stenibelle entered Lt. Gwendolyn’s tiny quarters, hat in hand. The walls were bare white paint on metal, riveted and ducted, sporting no personal effects whatsoever. The small bed in the back of the quarters was tightly made to military standards. The closet was filled with nothing but Fleet uniforms each identical to the next. Gwendolyn was sitting at her table, a deck of painted cards sitting scattered in front of her. The cheerful cards were the lone bit of color in the room. “Captain, I was hoping for a moment of your time,” Stenibelle said. Gwendolyn extended a vacant hand. “Come.” Stenibelle wanted to sit down, but there wasn’t another chair. She stood. “I wanted to thank you for allowing us this passage.” Gwendolyn responded in a dry voice. “Your fare was paid. You’ve kept to yourselves, you’ve not inconvenienced us or impeded the operations of this ship. You’ve no need to thank me.” Stenibelle had been avoiding this encounter all day. “Bel, it would make me very happy if you would visit with Lt. Gwendolyn and offer your apologies for what was done on Planet Fall,” Alesta had said. Stenibelle had come to love Alesta, and A-Ram, to depend on them both for strength and direction. Alesta had asked, and she could not refuse. And, deep down, she knew Alesta was right—she owed Lt. Gwendolyn a sincere, unsolicited apology. It had taken her several dreadful hours pacing about in her room to generate the courage to stand before her. “I wish to apologize for attacking you on Planet Fall. I want to say I’m sorry.” “We fought fair and square. I underestimated you and you beat me. I consider the matter closed.” Gwendolyn locked eyes with her. It was brutal. “If you’d like to fight again, I assure you I will be more ready.” Stenibelle raised her hands. “Please, I don’t want to fight you again.” With her hands in the air, she waved them back and forth in a quick manner. Gwendolyn’s watch appeared in her hand from nowhere. “I want to give this back to you.” She held out the broken watch. Gwendolyn reached out and took it. “I had thought this lost,” she remarked. “I’m sorry I damaged it. May I compensate you for it so that you may buy a new one?” Gwendolyn closed her eyes. “My watch cannot be replaced.” She placed the watch on the table top. It sat there motionless like a corpse. The two lingered there in silence. The deed was done. Stenibelle had come to give the watch back and apologize, and Lt. Gwendolyn had listened. She had imagined offering a hastily-worded apology and then leaving as quickly as possible to the safety of her room. Now that it was done, Stenibelle found herself not so eager to leave. The kiss. The power. In another universe, they loved each other. The Merthig will give you power. Gwendolyn is the Merthig. Put your tongue in her mouth . . . Morgan had said. “May I see it for another moment, please?” Stenibelle asked. Gwendolyn looked at her. “Why?” “Just for a moment, please.” Gwendolyn slowly slid the watch across the tabletop. The crystal face was cracked, the mechanism damaged. “May I ask where this watch came from? It obviously means a great deal to you.” “It was a gift.” “You gave it to her,” came Alesta’s words. Stenibelle shook her hands and produced a fine set of lock picks and other precision tools and laid them out on the table. Gwendolyn watched her conjure these items up from nowhere without surprise or interest. She seemed lost, or in another place. “I think I can fix this,” she said. Stenibelle turned the watch over and skillfully removed the back plate exposing the damaged workings within. That seemed to catch Gwendolyn’s interest. “Are you a watchmaker?” Gwendolyn asked, studying her as she worked. “No,” she said, “but I was taught to be skilled with my hands.” She selected a few tools from her kit and began working. “This seems beyond repair to me.” “Who gave this to you?” Stenibelle asked again, already knowing the answer. “Was it someone dear to you?” Gwendolyn sat quiet and didn’t say anything. “Captain?” “If you must know, I was given my watch by a person from my dreams. I’m certain that sounds rather silly, doesn’t it? A proper daughter of Prentiss and Zenon does not dwell on dreams, but, one night, there he was. I saw him in my dreams standing by my bed, and then the next morning there was my watch, sitting on the nightstand.” Gwen paused, puzzled. “I can’t rightly recall having ever told anyone that before. My parents and my sisters often question me on the matter, wondering who the mystery man is, but I’ve always remained mum. Why did I just tell you, I wonder?” Stenibelle turned her eyes up from her work for a moment. “Perhaps we are closer than you might think. I thank you for sharing that with me.” I gave it to you, Gwen, and then I took it away. Gwendolyn had a large, square face. “Have you ever had a dream so wonderful, Lady Belmont, that it makes every moment afterwards unbearable? Have you?” “I think I have, yes,” Stenibelle agreed. “I’ve looked for this man. He must exist, my watch exists. I’ve spent hours in Fleetcom searching for him, describing his features to the database. Nothing is ever found. I cannot locate him, he’s just a ghost.” “And, you’ve fallen in love with this man from your dreams?” Gwendolyn’s hand went to her breast for a moment, and then fell. A bit of naked emotion came out across her face and then retreated back within. She nodded. “I will love no other.” She looked hard at Stenibelle. “Your eyes are like his. Same shade, same patterns, same bits of light and dark.” Stenibelle blinked. “You can see that much detail all the way across the table?” “I have Sight like no other. I can see like a Vith. I can see your beating heart in your chest and the VUNKULA you have hidden under your coat.” Gwendolyn seemed puzzled. “Why am I telling you these things, my deepest secrets? Who are you? We fought not days ago and you broke my watch. I should hate you, but I don’t. I’ve not had issues hating people in the past, and for lesser offences. Maybe it’s because your eyes are like his.” Gwendolyn has the Sight? Only the Vith have the Sight, like Captain Davage. A-Ram told her: As a Merthig, Gwendolyn will be able to do things she wouldn’t ordinarily be able to do. She derives that ability from her connection to you. It’s a symbiotic relationship, you give each other power. “Perhaps that man you seek is closer than you think.” Stenibelle adjusted the workings and repaired several springs. She put everything back into place with minute skill. She gave it a shake and the watch began ticking again, moving with a precise beat. “See, anything can be fixed, Captain. It just takes a little effort.” She picked the watch up and held it out. Gwendolyn extended her hand to take it. Their hands touched. “Allow me to offer a parting gesture for luck,” Stenibelle said as she held Gwendolyn’s hand. “Just a simple offering we have in Tyrol expressing my hope that your watch continues to beat.” She swept her fingertips across the watch face and Gwendolyn’s palm and then gave two light raps with her knuckles. “We call it the ‘Wishluck’ gesture. Just a small touch that means a great deal to us.” Gwendolyn stared at her hand. She took her watch and put it back on her wrist. She seemed to be a thousand miles away, lost once again in her own head, searching for a phantom. “I’m sorry, I should have offered you my chair. Where are my manners?” “It’s all right.” Stenibelle put her tools away and took her hat. “I still owe you a new crystal, and I assure you I will make good on it.” She slowly turned and headed to the door. She stopped. There was much to be said. She carried many of the secrets Gwendolyn had longed for. She was the answered prayer, the end of the journey. She was the phantom man, the watchman for Gwendolyn’s dreams. Stenibelle hadn’t wanted to come, now she didn’t wish to leave. She felt a connection, a tiny but unbreakable cord connecting her soul to Gwendolyn’s, a cord that spanned the universes. All the hate she had felt for seven months was gone, replaced by something else, something quiet but persistent and unavoidable. Alesta and Morgan were right. You and the Merthig . . . “I’m to be leaving soon when we make berth. I’ll not be back,” Stenibelle said. No reaction from Gwendolyn. “I want to give you something first. It’s not much, but still, it taught me an important lesson and perhaps it will do the same for you . . .” “You’ve already given me my watch.” “I have more to give.” She waved her hand and set a small photo on the table. She slid it toward her. “What’s this?” Gwendolyn asked turning her attention away from her watch. “It’s a photo I was given, and now I want to give it to you in turn.” Gwendolyn took it and held it in front of her face. She studied it. “I recognize Lord A-Ram, and Lady Alesta, and there I am. I don’t recall ever being photographed with either of them.” Her eyes locked onto the tall handsome image of Stenibelle as a man. They widened. “Who is this man? Who is he? He’s dressed like you.” Gwen’s eyes peeked over the top of the picture and fell on Stenibelle. “I notice a resemblance, is this man your brother, perhaps?” “Do you recognize him?” “I do. I know his face.” She appeared a bit desperate. “Please tell me you know he is.” “Is that the man from your dreams?” “Yes, yes he is. Do you know him? Do you know where he may be found?” Stenibelle answered. “I do know him. That man is not my brother, Lady Gwendolyn. I have no brothers. The man you see in the photo is me in a different reality, so I’m told.” Gwendolyn was puzzled. “Another reality? I don’t believe in such things. There is no reality besides this one.” “That’s what I once thought as well, but I have been taught different. There are many places, many realities. I am just now coming to terms with such a prospect. Look at the photo. It’s true. That is you, and the man standing there beside you is me. And look at us . . . In another place look how we love each other. Can you not see it in the photo? See that same watch on your wrist? I gave it to you. I came to you in your dreams, though I was a man. These are truths I have come to know.” Gwendolyn didn’t reply. She stared at the picture with a hard, empirical expression. As her eyes moved up and down her expression changed a bit: softer, more unsure and quizzical, trying to make sense of it. She was no longer in her hidden place. She was now right in front of her listening with full attention. “The watch, I’m told, is a gift I gave to you to commemorate the occasion of our engagement. I bought it in a fine jeweler’s mark on Hoban. I wanted to give you a practical gift, something you could use every day. I . . .” Gwendolyn flushed a little and Stenibelle stopped. “I see you,” she said. “I’m listening. I know lies from truth. Are you lying to me?” “No.” “Then tell me more.” Stenibelle looked at the bare walls and cold metal of her quarters and felt closed-in by it all. “I wish I had more to tell. In many places I am a man. Here, I am a woman.” She reached out across the table and gently took Gwendolyn by the cheek, allowing her fingers to explore the soft passes of her skin. She felt her fingers react to the touch. A slight sting and a trail of stirred memories. The power the Merthig gives you . . . “I’m sorry, Gwen. I’m sorry that, here, I’m not the man you love, the man who gave you that watch. I’m sorry I’m not that person for you. I’m sorry you’re all alone.” “You need the Merthig, and the Merthig needs you . . .” Morgan had said with considerable bile and envy. Her watch ticked. Gwendolyn sat down and looked at the picture, fading back into that private world she appeared to inhabit most of the time. Stenibelle turned and took her leave, opening the door and passing through it, the latch fastening with a cold metallic clunk. The touch. The feeling it gave. As she closed the door, she lingered a moment. She heard the dim ghost of bitter weeping drifting out from within. You need the Merthig and the Merthig needs you. A woman?? She leaned against the door and put her hands to her heart. It was the most sorrowful sound Stenibelle had ever heard.

~Author Interview~

What writers inspired you to become an author?

Michael Moorcock and Fritz Leiber were my biggest influences. Michael Moorcock taught me to be bold and uninhibited in my writing, while Fritz Leiber taught me how to use my imagination to world build, filling it with all sorts of crazy things.

What organizations do you recommend for those wanting to become writers? Any advice you'd like to share about writing?

Writing is a very personal thing. What works for me likely won’t work for another. The best advice I can offer is to have a vision and stick to it. If you believe in your vision, then do not allow negative feedback to sway you from your path. If you have access to a writing group that you trust, then join and hear what they have to say--but, avoid constantly changing your work to suit the needs of others, otherwise your vision will be lost.   

Any special appearances or events coming up that you want to mention?

I visit a number of different shows and conventions across the Midwest

If you could have dinner with any of your characters, which ones would you choose? What food would you serve?

The Goddess Atha. We will eat manna.

If you could travel anywhere, on earth or off, where would you go?


"All writers must have cats, especially if they write fantasy or speculative fiction." Do you have a stand on this one? Any cute pictures of your kitty or other pet?

I’m allergic to cat fur, so I have no cats. I have three Dachshunds. They won’t sit still long enough to create a cute picture.

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Friday, January 13, 2017

How to Silence a Rogue by Kristin Vayden ~ Release Blitz

Title: How to Silence a Rogue
Series: The Forsaken Lords Series
Author: Kristin Vayden
Genre: Regency Romance
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

Miss Maria Garten had one more season till she was firmly on the shelf.
One. More.
It was her only chance, because while some ladies could pretend or sincerely be at peace with the life of a spinster.
She was not among their ranks.
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself once more to think before she spoke. It shouldn’t be difficult.
Except that it was, for her at least.
Because the only thing more certain than her potential future as a spinster was that Mr. Sheppard was a confirmed bachelor.
A rake of the first order.
Not the kind that would ruin an innocent, but the kind that would charm them, seduce her with his charming words, make her fall in love with the legendary smile and easy manner that was as easy as breathing.
And then he’d walk away to find a new distraction.
Utterly unaware that he had broken a few hearts in the process.
Maria refused to be counted among them.
She needed a husband, not a distraction.
After all, friendship was far less complicated.
Wasn’t it?
**This is the second book in The Forsaken Lords Series. A series of interconnected standalones**
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Jewelz Review~
I can already tell that The Forsaken Lords Series is going to be one of my favorites. This is written as a stand alone, but if you read or have read The Greenford Waters Series, you'll recognize Lady Southridge and those associated with her. Mr. Sheppard and Miss Garten's story is not connected through family ties, but through both business and social relationships.

Miss Maria Garten has grown weary of her mother's negativity regarding her prospects of marriage and has thus solicited the help of her dear friend Mr. Sheppard to hopefully find a worthy match. She would be at peace should she never marry, except for her mother's meddling and constant criticism.

Mr. Curtis Sheppard is a confirmed bachelor and enjoys his friendship with Miss Garten - he always makes sure to save her a waltz and her constant chatter is a much needed relief from the awkward silence that often accompanies the stilted conversation with eligible young ladies of Society.

It comes as quite a shock when Mr. Sheppard realizes he has found the perfect companion in Maria, but winning her heart will be somewhat difficult considering he provided her a list of eligible bachelors and practically thrust her into the arms of another man.

I thoroughly enjoyed Mr. Sheppard's wooing game - so fun and romantic. Miss Garten is an intelligent young woman who can accomplish anything once she sets her mind to it. The subplot involving Beatrix Lamont was a fun addition to the love story.

Ms Vayden's books are always a sweet and delightful escape from the humdrum of everyday life. Her Regency period stories always bring a smile to my face and a little bit of a sigh as I take the opportunity to spend a little time in yesteryear.

FYI ~ clean read
Honest disclosure ~ I received a review copy

“I’ve always loved a gentleman in a black coat.” Maria flirted.
He turned, his heart slamming against his chest at her words. While he knew they were on friendly enough terms for her to joke with him, it affected him differently. For her to say such a thing meant that she did find him attractive.
Damn it all, he was reading into everything like a woman.
“And I do love a debutant in a…” Curtis paused, taking in her gown, drinking her in. “Good Lord, Maria,” he murmured hoarsely, swallowing hard and immediately berating himself for being so careless with his words. He cleared his throat and forced a charming grin. “You’re lovely! Quite angelic, if I say so myself… even if I know better.”
“Thank you, I think.” She grinned wryly. Her gaze shifted to the room, scanning it thoughtfully.
“Looking for someone?” Curits asked, deftly angling toward her, moving in closer.
“Yes. You know I am, thank you kindly,” she answered, not even turning slightly to address his question.
“Have you had any more… contact?” he asked, knowing full well she had.
“Maybe, maybe not.” She shrugged.
“Oh, is that how you’re going to play it, minx? Confide in me and then leave me out in the dark?” he joked, using her distraction as the prime opportunity to scan her features, catalogue them in that devastatingly beautiful gown. His mouth grew dry as he noted the way the braided cord accentuated the swell of her perfect breasts, while draping with the barest of hints over her round derriere. Dear Lord, she was killing him without a weapon.
“Very well, you have a point. It’s not very sporting of me to keep you in the dark when you’ve been nothing but supportive.” Maria gave a small sigh. “He said that I’ll dance with him tonight.” She turned, her gaze alive with delight, practically overwhelming him with a humbling elation.
She was this excited about him… only she didn’t know it was him.
Would she be so thrilled if she knew?
The thought was sobering, and he cleared his throat before responding. “Ah, so some of the mystery will be solved then!”
“Yes! Of course, no one has asked me to dance yet, but… maybe he hasn’t arrived.” She gave him a slightly worried look, her dark-winged brows drawing together slightly.
“Well, just because he’s not made his move doesn’t mean you have to be a wallflower. Let’s take the next dance and give him something to be jealous over, don’t you think?” He leaned in closely, inhaling softly the scent of rosewater clinging to her shoulder as he paused just above it.
She sighed and turned then paused. Her green eyes wide, she blinked at his proximity before blushing as he gave her a wink and offered his hand.
“You’re wounding my ego,” he said as he wiggled his still-empty hand, his heart pounding hard at the thought of her rejection.
“Sorry, yes, of c-course.” She seemed to collect herself and placed her hand in his.
How could holding a woman’s hand be so sensual? Yet, as his grip tightened slightly over hers, his body responded. He forced his thoughts away from the path they tried to take, one that led to visions of that very same dress pooled in a heap on his bedroom floor. “How are the tulips?” he asked, forcing his thoughts into line.
“Alive. How chivalrous of you to care.” She arched a brow at him, grinning.
“That’s me. What can I say? I care about children, small animals, and tulips. I’m a regular saint.” He chuckled as they meandered through the room toward the dancing floor.
Maria stifled a giggle.
“Mocking me?” Curtis asked.
“Never.” Her eyes were a mask of innocence, an expression that at once had him narrowing his eyes.
“And a lady such as yourself would never stoop to use sarcasm,” he answered with a hint of sarcasm and a grin.
“Indeed. Never,” she replied haughtily then proceeded to giggle. “Never!” she repeated with exaggeration.
Curtis chuckled, taking pleasure in the way her grin lit up her countenance, enchanting him. Yet as his gaze left her face, he noticed the regard of several other gentlemen as well, watching her thoughtfully.
With interest.
Bloody hell.
“Shall we?” He led her out to the floor to the beginning of the quadrille. As they performed the steps and spun around, he grinned at the way she danced with graceful abandon. While her steps were perfectly executed, a lively nature reflected the wit and humor she possessed. How had he missed that before? As she gave him playful grins, he found himself lost in the merriment of the moment. Was this what he had been afraid to face? Had he truly felt that a life of lonely bachelorhood could compare to this carefree joy?
The song ended all too soon, and before they exited the floor, Lord Huffton approached, asking Maria for a dance. She obliged, and as they turned to the dance floor, she glanced back, giving Curtis a wide-eyed grin full of implication.
Damn it all, for the rest of the night she’d think each partner could potentially be her admirer. She’d laugh, flirt, and beam those beautiful smiles in their direction.
While he watched.
And bloody hell, he had no one to blame for it but himself.

Kristin’s inspiration for the romance she writes comes from her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some mess to clean but she loves every moment of it! Life is full—of blessings and adventure! Needless to say she’s a big fan of coffee and wine…and living in Washington she’s within walking distance of both! Follow her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/kristinvaydenauthor) And Instagram @kristinkatjoyce and Twitter @KristinVayden! You can also sign up for her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/795f9.


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