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INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS FLASHBACK: BLOG TOUR – Lucy Trilogy

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ABOUT THE BOOKS

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Burden

Lucy Trilogy Book 1

Winged Series Book 11

L.M. Pruitt

Genre: Urban fantasy/paranormal romance

Publisher: SP Press

Date of Publication: July 26

Word Count: approx. 90K

Cover Artist: Najla Qambler

Book Description:

All my life, I’ve had plans.

Dying the day before beginning the final year of my surgical residency wasn’t one of them.

Finding myself drafted in the eternal war between good and evil wasn’t one of them, either.

And dealing with friends, enemies, and lovers I don’t remember?

Definitely not in my plans.

 

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Curse

Lucy Trilogy 2

Winged Series Book 12

L.M. Pruitt

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Publisher: SP Press

Date of Publication: August 27

Word Count: approx. 90K

Cover Artist: Najla Qambler

Book Description:

The problem with plans?

Even the best ones can go awry. And when they do… all hell breaks loose.

If I’ve learned only one thing in the last few months, it’s the past never dies.

Four plagues down. Six more to come.

We need more than a plan.

We need a miracle.

 

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Redemption

Lucy Trilogy Book 3

Winged Series Book 13

L.M. Pruitt

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Publisher: SP Press

Date of Publication: September 29

Word Count: approx. 90K

Formats available: ebook

Cover Artist: Najla Qambler

Book Description:

The problem with miracles?

They require a deity who cares.

And if you don’t have one of those… you need a sacrifice.

Or the world ends

 

INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR

What initially got you interested in writing?

–For me, as a lifelong reader, it’s always been about the story. The desire to see a certain kind of story and share it with others is what propelled me in to writing.

How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

–This sort of goes back to the previous question and answer, in the sense that I really wanted to read about a certain type of character and then I wanted to share that with other people. Luckily, other people found that first character and her exploits as enthralling as I did and I’ve been sharing those stories and others with people ever sense.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

–I get asked this a lot and I don’t really have an answer. I want people to take away whatever they need in that moment. If they’re reading for escapism, I hope they enjoy a few hours away from the real world. If they’re looking for hope that they, too, can make it through hard times, I hope they find that. Again, I really hope people are able to find their own answers in whatever they read.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

–Being able to share my ideas and thoughts with other people. I’m a person who, while I can get very vocal when I’m passionate about something, in general does not like talking with people. Writing is a way for me to communicate with the world and I’m so grateful for that opportunity.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

–I would say the finality of publishing something—once it’s out in the world, it’s there. If you haven’t made yourself and, as a result, your characters, clear enough, there’s a lot of room for misinterpretation. This misinterpretation can and usually does lead to negative or so-so reviews, which are always disheartening.

What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?

–Read everything, including your reviews. Don’t respond to them but definitely read them and learn from them. Some of the best criticism I’ve received has come from reviews and I’m sure that’s the case with other writers. The key is being able to accept that criticism and analyze and learn from it and not write it off because it might be harsh or hurtful.

What ways can readers connect with you?

I’m on both Facebook and Twitter and you can always contact me through my website.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she’s killed bamboo. Twice.  She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.

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INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS FLASHBACK: BLOG TOUR – Otherworld Challenger

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Otherworld Challenger

The Otherworld Series

Book Three

Jane Godman

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne

 

Date of Publication: September 1st 2016

 

ISBN: 9780373009794

ASIN: B01CNOV7JI

 

Number of pages: 304

Word Count: 80 000

Cover Artist: Harlequin

 

Book Description:

 

KING OF THE OTHERWORLD

 

The race is on to find the true heir to the faerie crown before the evil king Moncoya returns from exile. Mercenary necromancer Jethro de Loix will find the challenger to Moncoya’s crown…for a price. One million mortal dollars. Outraged at Jethro’s audacity, Princess Vashti, Moncoya’s daughter, arranges to accompany him on his mission.

 

Jethro doesn’t want company, especially not from Moncoya’s belligerent, pampered daughter. But as their journey pits them against evil forces, their animosity soon gives way to an overwhelming physical attraction. When the trail ends on the legendary Isle of Avalon, can the pair face down the evil sorceress Morgan le Fay to claim a future they’d long denied themselves?

 

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Interview with the Author:

What initially got you interested in writing?

I’ve written for as long as I can remember. My mum talks about a story I wrote when I was about eight. I described a scene in which I was looking down on a beach. There was a girl below me on the sand who was in danger and I was trying to call out to warn her, but she couldn’t hear me. When she looked up and I saw her face, it was me! I still enjoy writing stories with unexpected twists, sub-plots and macabre details. I’m not just about the romance!

I’m influenced by the great books I read, and I’ve always thought how amazing it would be to be able to write my own books.

How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

As a teenager, I lived in South Africa, and my best friend and I discovered the novels of Kathleen E Woodiwiss when we were thirteen. We used to spend our evenings writing books in the style of ‘The Wolf and the Dove’. When I had a big birthday (let’s just say it had a zero at the end) my friend gave me an amazing present. She had kept one of the books I wrote when I was fourteen! It’s a medieval romance, written in felt tip pen. I’m very proud of it and that gave me the push I needed to start submitting my work to publishers.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

Enjoyment. Nothing makes me happier than when a reader contacts me to say they’ve enjoyed reading one of my books.

I also hope that readers will remember my books as being just a little bit different. Of course they are love stories (and, yes, they are very steamy!), but there are some plot twists and turns that will keep you turning the pages.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

I love it when the plot comes together in an unexpected way. I might have a plan for a story, but often it will take new twists and turns as it unfolds. The characters come to life as I write and start to tell their own story. Sometimes minor characters begin to demand a bigger share of the story, or develop interesting traits that I hadn’t foreseen. It is the most exciting part of being a writer.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Time! There is never enough of it. I write in every available minute and I never really switch off from my writing, so my mind is usually on the next scene in a story. As I’m walking around a supermarket, none of the other shoppers would know that I’m really in a gothic castle perched high on a cliff trying to figure out how to rescue my heroine from imminent peril (rather than just checking the price of the cornflakes)!

What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?

The one thing I would say to anyone trying to get published is ‘dare to be different’. There are a lot of books out there. My advice is ‘never play safe’!

And never give up. Writing is hard work and it’s easy to become downhearted when you put your heart and soul into your books, but it isn’t accepted by a publisher or agented. You have to believe in yourself and what you do.

What ways can readers connect with you?

I love to hear from readers. You can contact me at:

Website: http://www.janegodmanauthor.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JaneGodman

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jane-Godman-Author/133131640171522

Email: janegodman@ymail.com

 

Excerpt:

 

“I’ll do it.”

The words had the same effect on the assembled company as a volley of bullets fired into the ornate ceiling of the vast banquet hall. Every head turned in the direction of the man who had uttered them. Lounging back on two legs of his chair, his broad shoulders against the wall and his booted feet on the round meeting table, he returned their stares with his customary nonchalance and continued munching on an apple.

“You can’t seriously be prepared to listen to him. He’d sell his grandmother to the imps if the price was right.” The words burst from Vashti’s lips before she could stop them.

“The Crown Princess Vashti is reminded of the Alliance’s fundamental principle of respect for all species.” The condemnatory voice of the clerk echoed around the room. “Moreover, all speakers must first be approved by Merlin Caledonius, Leader of the Council.”

Vashti felt a blush of embarrassment turn the heat of rage already burning her cheeks a darker shade of red. It didn’t help that he was openly smirking at her humiliation. “I withdraw my remark.” She spoke the words stiffly.

“Thank you.” Merlin Caledonius, or Cal as he preferred to be known, inclined his head in her direction before turning to address Jethro de Loix. “What will you do exactly?”

“Exactly what you want. Find the true King of the Faeries and bring him back here to challenge Moncoya for the crown.”

A murmur of interest rippled around the table and Vashti smothered her derisive exclamation by turning it into a cough. Couldn’t any of them see Jethro de Loix for the maverick he was? Even the way he was dressed flouted convention. Everyone else around the table respected the formality of the occasion. Not Jethro. His white-linen shirt was unbuttoned a little too far, the waistcoat he wore over it hung casually open. Those long, long legs were encased in a pair of well-worn black jeans and the battered boots that rested on the conference table looked like they had walked the length of Otherworld and back. Perhaps they had. With his overlong jet-black hair tied at the nape of his neck with a leather thong and his hawklike profile he was too—her mind searched for a suitable adjective and could only come up with swashbuckling—for this solemn setting.

Jethro bit into the apple again, his teeth startlingly white against the red skin of the fruit.

Several hands were raised around the table and the clerk, a pompous little elf, noted their names in his record book. “Prince Tibor wishes to address the Council meeting.”

The vampire prince rose, bowing his head slightly in Cal’s direction. Vashti could never see Tibor without being struck by two things. His stunning physical beauty and the fact that she had never met anyone who looked less like a vampire. Stella, Cal’s wife, had once remarked that he looked like a fashion model or a Scandinavian soccer player. Vashti, with her limited knowledge of the mortal realm, had no way of knowing what the comment meant, but she didn’t think either option sounded vampire-like.

“Esteemed Council Leader, fellow Council members, our Alliance is a new and fragile one. We have taken the decision to offer our individual dynasties democracy. Our people will soon get to vote for who will lead them and represent them at this table in the future. It was a brave and noble act on our part.” Heads nodded around the table. “We believe our dynasties will vote wisely…”

Do we? Vashti risked a glance around the table. Tibor might be secure in the vampire vote—his loyal followers were not about to overturn centuries of tradition—but there were others whose places at the table were not so secure. Anwyl, the wolf leader, fought a constant battle against Nevan, a ferociously ambitious alpha newcomer who sought to usurp his place as pack leader. And, of course, there was the reason they were all here today. The problem that united them all. Daddy dearest.

“…But there is one dynasty for which we all fear the outcome. If the faeries vote to confirm Moncoya’s place as their leader, Otherworld will descend once more into chaos. My friends, I fear there will be no return to order next time.”

“Garrick wishes to address the meeting.”

The elf leader stood. “You paint a gloomy picture indeed, Prince. Yet did this Council not, at its first meeting, request that Merlin Caledonius issue a warrant for the arrest of Moncoya as a war criminal for acts of barbarity against his own people? There is still time to do that. Then, should he attempt to return and take his place as leader of the faeries, surely his reign would be short lived? Not only would he face imprisonment, if he is found guilty it is likely he would be executed for his crimes. Even Moncoya’s arrogance would not lead him to take such a step.”

Cal cast an apologetic glance in Vashti’s direction. He knew how hard it was for her to listen to accounts of her father’s atrocities and maintain an outwardly impervious manner. “I am reluctant to take such a step at this stage. Although the battle for control of Otherworld drove Moncoya into hiding, it did not topple him from his throne. He is still the King of the Faeries and there are many who wish to see him return openly. If the faeries elect Moncoya as their leader, we will have to tread carefully. The fae population is one of the largest in Otherworld. We cannot risk alienating them by taking an inflammatory action against the leader they choose. If they choose him. Princess Vashti, perhaps you can aid this discussion by telling the Council the mood of your people?”

Cal had warned her in advance that he would ask her this question today. Rising, she was conscious of all eyes upon her. So why did the intense gaze of Jethro de Loix, who wasn’t even part of this Council, bother her more than any other? “I wish I could give my fellow Alliance members a definitive answer to that question. Sadly, I cannot. If the faeries were asked to vote tomorrow, indications are there would be an even split with half voting for Moncoya—” she had schooled herself not to refer to him as ‘my father’ in this setting “—and half evenly split between the other opposition parties.”

Prince Tibor raised his hand. “The princess’s words raise the real possibility of Moncoya taking his seat at this table in the near future.”

The clerk gestured to Anwyl the Wolf. “I will not be part of an Alliance that includes Moncoya.” Several heads around the table nodded in agreement.

So it begins. Moncoya’s return would destroy all the good work they had done. Otherworld would descend once more into the constant battles that had threatened to tear it apart before the Alliance had been formed. Vashti met Cal’s eyes briefly and she knew he was thinking the same thing. “Anwyl, the sentiments you express are the reason why it is so important for us to find the true heir to King Ivo, the faerie leader who was killed by Moncoya in the bloody coup through which he seized power. The current opposition parties, all well-meaning, do not offer the faerie race a viable alternative to Moncoya’s strong rule. King Ivo was deeply loved by his people. If we can produce his heir, I believe that will sway their vote.”

Anwyl, still on his feet, looked skeptical. “What proof do we have that this so-called heir even exists?”

“We have the word of the leader of the Dominion, the fourth choir of angels. We also know that the Goddesses of Fate summoned Princess Vashti’s sister, Tanzi, to them at the palace of Gladsheim recently and spoke to her of the true heir. Our biggest problem lies in the fact that the identity of the heir has been so well hidden he himself is unaware of it. The goddesses told Tanzi that the answer lies on the Isle of Avalon.”

Anwyl’s noble features remained mistrustful. “The Goddesses of Fate delights in interfering.”

The clerk cleared his throat in preparation for another reminder about respect, but Cal spoke before he could intervene. “While that may be true, the goddesses are not able to lie. If we are to find the heir, someone must go to Avalon in search of him. It is a journey that is both perilous and unprecedented. We have only one offer to make the attempt. That offer has come from Jethro.”

Everyone in the room knew Prince Tibor hated Jethro and had sworn to kill him for the perceived crime of stealing the vampire leader’s human servant from him. Even so, the prince’s words, when he turned to speak to the necromancer, were polite. “You would do this? Knowing the dangers, you would be prepared to go to Avalon in search of the faerie heir?”

Jethro’s smile—the piratical one, the one Vashti loathed with every fiber of her being—dawned. “For the right price.”

“And what is that price?” Cal’s voice was razor-sharp. As the Council leader, he was scrupulously fair. He would offer no favors just because Jethro was a fellow necromancer and a close friend.

“One million mortal dollars.”

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About the Author:

 

Jane Godman writes in a variety of genre. Many of her stories are heavily tinged with the supernatural and elements of horror, with haunted characters tormented by dark secrets.

 

Jane writes paranormal romance for Harlequin Nocturne. Her Otherworld Series is set in a mystical land inhabited by many races, including faeries, vampires, lycanthropes, phantoms and gods. Unfortunately, the constant battles between these warring dynasties threaten to spill over into the mortal realm.

 

Jane’s series for Harlequin Romantic Suspense, Sons of Stillwater, will be coming soon.

 

Jane also writes steamy historical romance for Samhain Publishing and her Georgian Rebel Series features compelling heroes who fight hard for the cause they believe in and harder for the women they love.

 

In 2017, Jane has a new paranormal romance series coming from SMP Swerve. Watch out for her hot Arctic werewolves!

 

Jane lives in Cheshire, England, is married to a lovely man and is mum to two grown up children.

 

Website: http://www.janegodmanauthor.com/

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JaneGodman

 

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jane-Godman-Author/133131640171522

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6923685.Jane_Godman

 

 

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INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS FLASHBACK: BLOG TOUR – Dragons Against Them

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Dragons Against Them

Kingdoms of Fire and Ice

Book Two

Kyra Jacobs

Genre: Fantasy romance / paranormal alternate world

Publisher: Kyra Jacobs

Date of Publication: August 30th

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ISBN: 978-0-9976719-1-9

 

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin

 

Book Description:

 

Blood is thicker than water…but can it melt a heart of ice?

 

Adelaide Miller gave up everything she knows to remain in Prince Zayne Godfrey’s alternate reality and assume her rightful place as eldest princess in the rival kingdom of Forath.

 

For an independent, free-spirited woman, however, royal life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. In fact, it’s downright smothering. Especially since the vengeful Rosalind has gone AWOL.

 

Zayne is eager to wed Princess Addie—but their fathers seem more intent on keeping them apart. The longer Rosalind goes missing, the more suspicious each monarch becomes that the other is guilty of foul play.

 

Both kingdoms may soon face a strong, new rival intent on gaining power foretold by an ancient prophecy. To protect their chance at happily ever after, Zayne and Addie must partner with unlikely allies to save the one person intent on destroying them both.

 

But victory will not come without a price, and in the end, someone may have to pay—in blood.

 

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Interview with the Author:

 

What initially got you interested in writing?

I’ve always enjoyed writing (yep, was totally the kid who got all excited about essay assignments in my school days) but didn’t attempt novel work until I got sidelined a few summers back with a broken finger. (Repeat after me:  I will not play ball without a mitt… I will not play ball without a mitt…) Bored and stuck inside to avoid itchy, sweaty casts, I started playing around with a story line. And, as they say, the rest was history.

 

How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

Once I finished the first (or maybe second or third lol) draft of my debut manuscript, I figured what the hell—why not try to get it published? I mean, I’ll already made it past the hardest part, right?

Riiiiight. Little did I know. 😉

 

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

I write to offer readers an escape. We’re all overworked, overstressed, over-Mommed, over-Dadded—we need a break now and then! With reading, you can get lost in a story no matter the time of day, or if the weather will or won’t cooperate. Reading offers us an escape, be it for five minutes or five hours. I just try to make sure my books are fun, heartfelt, and end with happily ever afters.

 

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

When a friend (or even a fan—I think I’m up to 4 now!) calls or messages me, all excited about something they’re reading in one of my books. Or when they finish one book and demand to know when the next in series will be out. THAT makes my day.

 

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Carving out the time to do it, and then once I have that time blocked out, not being tempted to do something else. Like clean that room I’ve been putting off cleaning the other 4 times I sat down to write because I’m on deadline, or playing on the Book of Face. Hey—PR work is writing, right? *shakes fist at computer screen*

 

What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?

No one ever told me writing would be easy, and they were right not to. It’s not easy. In fact, at times it can be downright brutal. We authors are notoriously introverted, which leaves a lot of alone time where self-doubt can start to creep in. DON’T LET IT. Trust your instinct, trust your beta readers, trust your heart. AND WRITE ON.

 

What ways can readers connect with you?

I love to hear from readers! You can find me on Facebook at www.facebook.com/KyraJacobsBooks and Twitter at www.twitter.com/KyraJacobsBooks . Or head on over to my website, www.KyraJacobs.wordpress.com for a full listing.

Thank you so much for having me visit today – I loved your questions!!! Xoxo KJ

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Excerpt:

 

“…How long has it been since you stretched your wings, went on a leisurely flight?”

Tristan bristled. “I am unfamiliar with your customs in Edana, Prince Zayne, but here in Forath, those responsible for protecting our kingdom have little time for leisure.”

“A pity, that.”

“How so?”

Zayne bent to press a kiss upon his betrothed’s hair. Its silken strands tickled his chin, and her scent washed over him anew. His enjoyment in the continued battle of wits with her prick of a brother waned and was replaced by the desire for a new activity. One that involved himself, Adelaide, and far less clothing.

As if reading his mind, she shifted against him, teasing his length. Had they been alone, the temptation to take her now, here in the stables, might have been too great to resist. The thought of her naked body stretched out willingly beneath him spurred Zayne to cease his battle of words and hasten their retreat.

“Because to fly often is not only good for the soul, but also serves to strengthen your wings and keep your battle skills keen.”

“Of course. But as Adelaide cannot fly, she need not join you. It is her studies that should be my sister’s primary focus prior to your upcoming wedding.”

“Then I shall tutor her on your family’s lineage while we are away, as I am well versed in the subject.” He leaned down farther, pressing a kiss to the hollow beneath her ear. She shivered in his arms as he murmured, “A few hours is all it should take.”

“It won’t take anywhere near that long,” Addie whispered.

Her breathy, musical voice spoke to the beast within. Three days was all that had passed since he’d seen her last, yet it seemed an eternity. His bed had felt empty, her soft skin achingly absent alongside his. Zayne took several more steps toward the door, guiding her with him. Tristan, however, continued to follow.

“I have every confidence in your tutoring skills, Prince Zayne, but my father issued strict orders that Princess Adelaide shall not leave the grounds unaccompanied.”

Addie tensed in Zayne’s arms. Of course a decree limiting her travels would create such a reaction in his free-spirited nymph. When they first met a few short weeks ago, she had been traveling alone. To now be restricted by King Jarin’s rules was undoubtedly difficult for her.

Ah, but he had ways to help ease her mind from these anxieties. Ways his body craved as much as the next breath. “An understandable decree, and one I pledge to uphold as her royal escort.”

“That is Blackstone’s assignment,” Tristan said. “Not yours.”

“Please, Tristan,” said Addie.

“Is Blackstone no longer your personal guard, then, my lord?” asked Zayne.

Tristan’s eyes narrowed and remained fixed upon him, ignoring his sister’s plea. “He has been assigned to protect the royal family, Adelaide included.”

“A difficult task when the prince and princess are in different locations, is it not?”

“Indeed. But as we are both here at the present, I feel he is quite capable of offering protection to us both.”

“I have no doubt in his abilities.” Zayne gripped Adelaide tighter with one hand and shoved the stable’s rear door wide with his other. “Unfortunately for you, the present has now passed.”

As he summoned his transformation, the air around them began to whip and swirl, masking their escape in a cloud of dust and straw. The beast within wasn’t to be denied, and not a soul in Forath Castle could stop them. In an instant, they were airborne, Adelaide safe and secure in his taloned grasp.

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About the Author:

Kyra Jacobs is an extroverted introvert who writes of love, humor and mystery in the Midwest and beyond. When this Hoosier native isn’t pounding out scenes for her next book, she’s likely outside, elbow-deep in snapdragons or spending quality time with her sports-loving family. Kyra also loves to read, tries to golf, and is an avid college football fan. Be sure to stop by her website www.KyraJacobs.wordpress.com to learn more about her novels and ways connect with her on social media.

 

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/KyraJacobsBooks

 

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/KyraJacobsBooks

 

Website:  http://www.KyraJacobs.wordpress.com

 

Blog:  http://www.IndianaWonderer.wordpress.com

 

Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/Kyra_Jacobs

 

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INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS FLASHBACK: BLOG TOUR – All the Wounds in Shadow

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All the Wounds in Shadow

The Healing Edge

Book Two

Anise Eden

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Romantic Suspense

 

Publisher: Diversion Publishing

 

Date of Publication: August 23, 2016

 

ISBN:  978-1682302873

ASIN: B01G5Y6GO8

 

Number of pages: 240

Word Count: 81,645

 

Book Description:

 

For fans of Karen Robards and Shiloh Walker, Anise Eden brings us the mesmerizing sequel to her paranormal romantic suspense novel All the Broken Places.

 

Cate’s enemies aren’t just surrounding her―they’re inside her head.

 

Therapist Cate Duncan has just accepted a job with the MacGregor Group, a unique collective of alternative healers. She’s excited by the prospect of honing her empathic healing techniques among others like herself―aura readers, telepaths, crystal healers, and more. The fact that Cate just started dating Ben, her magnetic new boss, is an added bonus.

 

Before Cate can settle into her new routine, the poisoning of a prominent neuroscientist draws the entire MacGregor Group into both a federal investigation and an even more insidious threat. Protected by Ben’s former Marine Corps unit, Cate and her colleagues must use their alternative healing methods to solve the crime as their patient clings to life. The responsibility of discovering crucial information falls to Cate and her parapsychological powers.

 

But for Cate, unraveling the mystery means reopening wounds that had just begun to heal―and in the environment of the Marine Corps unit, differences between Cate and Ben become clearer, straining their budding romance. When a new crisis looms, Cate must trust in her colleagues’ gifts and the strength of Ben’s love, finding the courage to confront her deepest and most terrifying demons―or her own life will be at risk.

 

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About the Author:

 

Author Anise Eden writes The Healing Edge paranormal romantic suspense series for Diversion Books. She spends most of her time tucked away in her writing nook imagining things that aren’t there. On those rare occasions when she emerges from seclusion, Anise may be spotted in coffee shops, staring at her laptop screen and silently moving her lips as she reviews bits of dialogue. Although Anise claims that she’s the one in charge, the characters in her head do sometimes make her laugh out loud at inappropriate moments.

 

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In my dream, only the crabs’ lives were in jeopardy. Mom and I chose a spot on the pier that was shaded by a nearby oak, hoping for some relief from the humid heat. The buzzing and clicking of crickets and cicadas swelled as the summer afternoon ripened.

“Hold it perfectly still, Catie,” Mom whispered. “We want them to think it’s just a strange-looking plant.”

“I’m trying.” But after an hour, my arm ached from holding the crab net steady. “Maybe the bait isn’t rotten enough to attract them.”

Mom jiggled the string with the chicken neck tied to the end, making it dance just beneath the water’s surface. “Should I pull it out so you can check it?”

“Ew, gross!” I grimaced. “No thanks. I believe you.”

Suddenly, her whole body tensed. “Look, there’s one!”

The water was green and nearly opaque with algae. Staring down, I could just make out the ghostly limbs of a blue crab swimming up toward the bait.

“Wait until he’s really absorbed in what he’s doing and then scoop him up,” she murmured. “Not too quickly, though. You don’t want to scare him.”

“Right.” Once the crab started attacking the chicken neck, I slid the net beneath him and slowly lifted it to the surface.

“You got him!” Mom jumped to her feet. “Pull him out, and let’s have a look!”

“He feels really heavy!” We exchanged smiles of victory as I raised the dripping net up to eye level.

“Oh, no,” Mom said. “It’s beautiful, a great catch. But we have to throw it back.”

“Don’t say that!” I moaned. “Why?”

“It’s a female. It’s poisonous.”

I examined the crab. She was right: it had a full, rounded apron. With a sigh, I tossed the crab back into the water. “Females aren’t poisonous, Mom, just illegal to catch. You know that.”

“Whatever you say.” Mom walked over to the edge of the pier and turned around to face me. “I have to go now. Don’t follow me.” Before I could even grasp what she was doing, she had folded her arms across her chest, closed her eyes, and tilted her stiffened body backwards into the water.

“Mom!” I leapt forward, reaching the edge of the pier just as she hit the surface with a sharp splash. Remembering my lifeguard training, I got down on my belly, lay on the wooden planks, and thrust my arm into the water. But she was already out of reach.

I grabbed the crab net and plunged the handle down towards her, but she kept her arms folded, eyes closed. “Mom, grab the handle!” I cried out, but she kept sinking. Within seconds she was nothing more than a whitish blur.

“Don’t worry! I’m coming!” Screw lifeguard training, I thought as I kicked off my shoes and prepared to go in after her. But just as I was about to dive, something dragged me backwards by the waist.

I looked down to find a man’s arm wrapped around me—a man’s arm in a blue suit jacket. A familiar voice said, “Oh no you don’t.”

“Ben, let go of me!” I struggled to free myself from his hold. Then I realized that I was yelling out loud, awake and in bed, thrashing about and wrestling with the python of sheets tangled around me. My cell phone beeped and vibrated along the surface of the bedside table as the alarm went off. Meanwhile, my heart pounded in my throat. In my mind’s eye, all I could see was my mother sinking further and further into the river.

Goddammit, I thought, vigorously rubbing the tears from my eyes. Would my dreams ever stop transforming into nightmares—reminders that I had failed to see that my mother was in crisis, that I had failed to save her?

I strained to hear Ben bounding up the stairs to see what the yelling was about, but there was only silence. Had I only cried out in my dream? “Ben?” I called, loudly enough for him to hear me if he was awake. Still no response.

So he was still asleep. That was odd. Ben told me he’d never lost the early-riser habit he had developed in the Marine Corps. I turned off my cell phone alarm, put on my robe and slippers, and padded down the stairs. But he wasn’t on the sofa, where I’d left him the night before. In fact, he was nowhere.

I scanned the first floor of my tiny row house and found a note he’d left on the coffee table. “Had to go in early. See you at work. Bring a bag packed for a few days.”

Well, that’s cryptic, I thought as a bud of irritation formed. I flopped down on the couch and breathed slowly, trying to bring my heart rate back down to normal after the dream I’d had. “Bring a bag packed for a few days.” But packed for what? Given how focused he was on my training, I somehow doubted that Ben was planning a romantic getaway.

I tried Ben’s cell. No answer. I tried Pete’s cell. Again, no answer. Whatever was happening at the office, it must have been keeping them both occupied.

At least I had another way to find out what was going on with Ben. I sat cross-legged on the couch. With my hands resting on my knees, I closed my eyes and took a few slow, deep breaths. Then I pictured the filament of light that connected my heart to Ben’s, and focused my mind.

In an instant, the psychic portal between us opened. As my consciousness reached out and touched his, I fell back against the couch, struck by the intensity of his emotions. He was worried about something or someone, and there was a definite sense of urgency. Still, there was no actual fear. That told me that while some kind of crisis was going on, at least Ben was safe.

Then his feelings for me crashed through the portal, flooding me. Whatever else he was dealing with, I was on his mind. Once again I was overwhelmed by the strength of his feelings. Although I knew the portal only flowed one way, I tried to send my own feelings back in his direction. I pulled my consciousness back into my body and opened my eyes.

My gaze immediately settled upon my right hand, and the exquisite ring Ben had given me the day before. The gold band was carved to look like two birds in flight, holding a luminous round piece of Scottish agate with their beaks and the tips of their wings. He’d wanted to give me something concrete to remind me of how he felt about me when he wasn’t there, to reassure me when I had worries or doubts. A soft warmth bloomed in my chest as I twirled the ring slowly around my finger, admiring its craftsmanship. We’d agreed that I would decide when to tell people that the ring was from him—and that we were dating. In the meantime, we were keeping both things a secret. I wasn’t quite ready to go public with our new relationship, and Ben didn’t want me to feel any pressure.

As I went upstairs and laid my suitcase open on the bed, I thought about my disturbing dream. My mother’s fall into the water was obviously a reference to her suicide three months before. But the poisonous female crab? And Ben stopping me from saving someone’s life? I knew he didn’t like it when I put myself in danger, but he’d never just let someone drown.

Then again, maybe there’s nothing to decipher, I told myself. Sometimes a dream is just a dream. I tried to content myself with that thought as I showered, dressed, and packed in a hurry. I was anxious to get to the office and find out where we were going—and what crisis had made Ben leave that morning without so much as giving me a kiss good-bye.

 

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ABOUT THE BOOK

 

Sacred Legacy

The Branded Trilogy

Book 3

Kat Flannery

 

Genre: Historical western paranormal romance

 

Publisher: Imajin Books

 

Date of Publication: July 31, 2016

 

Number of pages: 175

Word Count: 72,000

 

Cover Artist: Ryan Thomas Doan

 

Book Description:

 

Tsura is a Chuvani, and with that comes great power…

 

Desperate to escape the memories that haunt her, Tsura Harris returns to Jamestown, the very place her mother forbade her to go. A gifted Chuvani, Tsura has sworn off all magick, thus making her vulnerable to the Renoldi clan, who wish to kill her and take the pendant that is the key to her power.

 

Red Wolf is hell-bent on living his life on the sea, until he runs into Tsura on the docks. His pride wounded from her rejection years before, he hoped to never see her again. But when the evil Corsair, Romulus Black, demands to know where she is, Red Wolf must protect her, as is his duty.

 

But is duty and honor his only reason, or does Red Wolf still carry a flame of love in his heart? And will Tsura finally discover her destiny?

 

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INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR

What initially got you interested in writing?

I’ve always loved to write. It has been a part of me since I was a little girl. I grew up listening to music. It was always played in the house, at my grandparents, aunts and uncles. I remember at an early age listening to the words and understanding the sorrow, sadness, or happiness within them. These were small stories played out in song. I knew then that I wanted to tell stories that touched people’s lives.

How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

I always knew that was what I wanted to do. I worked very hard, took rejection after rejection, and still sent out manuscripts. The criticism an author takes is a part of the job, and I grew better because of it. I wouldn’t change a thing.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

I want readers to feel while reading my books. I want them to be placed within my characters lives and to experience the story with them. I’d love for them to feel contentment, and happiness when finishing one of my novels.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

My readers. I cannot express enough how much a kind review means, or when I get emailed about how much they loved my book. Those are the very reason I write. It always places a smile upon my face. I adore my readers.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

When I have nothing and by this I mean when I am stuck halfway through the story and have to stop to figure it all out. This is so frustrating especially when I’m so invested in my characters and just want to tell their story.

What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?

Learn the craft. Research, talk to other authors know what you are doing and how to conduct yourself. Learn about the publishing industry and how publishers work. Have a thick skin. Authors take scrutiny all of the time. There are bad reviews, not everyone is going to like your book. Rejections they’re a part of the job as well.

What ways can readers connect with you?

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 EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK

CHAPTER ONE SACRED LEGACY

 

Jamestown, Virginia, July 1740

 

Tsura Harris lifted the hem of her green skirt and stepped up onto the wooden plank. She clutched her reticule in her right hand and reached for the rope with her left. The planked bridge swayed as the boat rocked against the seas. She stared at the water below. White-capped waves crashed along the ship’s hull, rocking the boat. She inhaled, forced her chin up, and took another step. She walked the short distance to the boardwalk, releasing the breath she’d held when her boot touched land. She planted both feet upon the wooden dock and set her shoulders, but the reminder of why she was here intensified the weight upon her chest. Despair was her shadow, and it was with her today.

“Sister!”

Her brother’s deep, masculine shout came from above.

She shaded her eyes from the hot afternoon sun and peered up at him. His stature always shocked her. Micah Walker was six foot with broad shoulders and strong arms, a spitting image of their father, Kade. His white shirt gaped open to show the tanned skin beneath, a sign of too many days out on the water. Long blond hair waved in the breeze. Her handsome brother had his pick of the ladies, but still hadn’t settled down. It was a shame. She knew he wanted children and a wife of his own, but his heart belonged to the sea and time would lend him those favors only when he was ready.

“You must wait,” he called and raced past his men carrying crates of goods onto the wharf.

She placed her bag onto the wooden walk and clasped her gloved hands together.

He reached her, his cheeks glowing and dark eyes lit with mischief. Before she could discourage him, he picked her up and swung her around. Her boots kicked the bag, knocking it over, as his strong arms held her tight.

Micah had always been affectionate. He never shied away from holding her hand, kissing her cheek, or teasing her like a brother would. He’d come to her side when she needed him the most. When her life had fallen apart, and she couldn’t see past her own misery to pick herself up. He had carried her, and she loved him for it.

“You cannot go off without wishing me well.” He smiled down at her.

“If you would simply release me, I’d be able to make it so,” she retorted. He was the only one, aside from her mother and father, who she allowed to touch her.

“Very well, nit.” He set her in front of him. The nickname he used for her was one of endearment and came from her pestering him as a child.

“Thank you.” She smoothed her skirt before bringing her eyes to meet his.

“You do not need to do this.”

She glanced away unable to stare at him any longer.

“Come sail with me.”

She shook her head. The urge to leave caused her legs to shake. She couldn’t be around him any longer. His cheerful disposition haunted her and made her think of things she’d rather forget.

“I know you don’t want to speak of this, but—”

“No, Micah.”

“Tsura, you need to forgive—”

“Forgiveness is not within my heart.”

“It surely is.”

She shook her head, careful not to release the many pins holding her thick corkscrew curls in a loose chignon.

“It is in all of us.”

She glared at her brother.

“Do not speak to me of forgiveness, brother. My heart is cold to it.”

His dark eyes watered, and she knew her words had hurt him, but she didn’t care. It was better this way—it was easier.

“Will you not reconsider?”

“No.”

“Please stay. I will protect you.”

Protection was not what she needed. She could care less if she died. It’d be a relief from the constant pain she felt each day.

“I should’ve taken you to mother and father.”

“Do not speak to them of my presence here.”

“They will understand.”

“Not one word.”

Micah sighed. “As you wish.”

“I must go.” Anger pressed on her spine, and she straightened.

His shoulders dropped.

“Be safe. Trust no one.”

She nodded.

“I port back in Jamestown one month to this day. You will be here.”

It was not a question, and she didn’t know if a month would be enough. Would the time between then and now ever fade from her soul? Would she be ready to return? She didn’t know if she could go back and so she didn’t answer.

“Hiram knows of you coming?”

“He does.”

“Very well.” He straightened and smiled. “Know that I love you.”

She fought the tears. If Micah saw one ounce of sadness within her, he’d throw her back aboard the Jade and take her with him.

“As I you.” She refused to say the words.

He picked up her bag and handed it to her.

“Thank you. Now go. You have work to do and whores to see.” She smirked.

“Ah, that I do.” He pulled her into a final embrace. “You will find your way. I am sure of it.” He held her away from him, and his eyes searched hers. “Remember who you are.”

She pressed on his chest and stepped out of his embrace. She couldn’t help the furrow of her brow or the set of her chin. The reminders of the life she led were never to be forgotten, and because of that she’d be forever lost.

Micah sensed the change in her and left it alone. He bowed, and with a final kiss to her forehead he walked away.

She turned, unable to watch him go, raised to believe it was a sign of weakness, of regret to watch one leave your life. This was meant to be. The world around her had tilted, and even though she wanted nothing more than to go back in time to the lavish house on the hill where she’d felt content, where laughter was but an expression upon her lips, she could not. What had been was no more, and she’d do right to remember it. One year had passed, but the ache inside her soul still remained.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

KatFlanneryandMaddy
Kat Flannery’s love of history shows in her novels. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance. She has her Certificate in Freelance and Business Writing. A member of many writing groups, Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. She’s been published in numerous periodicals throughout her career.

Her debut novel CHASING CLOVERS has been an Amazon Top 100 Paid bestseller. LAKOTA HONOR and BLOOD CURSE (Branded Trilogy) are Kat’s two award-winning novels and HAZARDOUS UNIONS is Kat’s first novella. Kat is currently hard at work on her next book.

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