Tuesday, 24 June 2014

JoAnne Myers & Wicked Intentions



On my Features blog I'm welcoming a returning guest author- JoAnne Myers.   JoAnne visited my main blog last month, May 2014, and shared a wonderful guest post with us. If you missed that slot, don't worry because we're sharing the promotional information about her paranormal anthology - 'Wicked Intentions' -  here today.

Here's a brief idea about her tales:
 Blood Ties
Audra Roper has disturbing visions about her twin sister’s disappearance, suspecting her brother-in-law Doug of Lisa’s death.
Police officer Tyler Pettit tries to help, but when the law fails, Audra assumes Lisa’s identity, plays amateur detective and discovers a bloody scene. All isn’t what it seems as her life becomes a roller coaster of danger, heartbreak and intrigue.

Dark Visions
When Carrie Reynolds starts having nightmares on her twenty-sixth birthday, she believes her “dark visions” can solve the twenty-year disappearance of her father.

The Apartment
When young newlyweds Bill and Gayle move into their new apartment, their lives are plagued with sightings of evil ghosts that threaten their marriage and lives.

The Legend of Lake Manor
For psychic Cassandra Lopez, coming to haunted Lake Manor was like a mission. The Manor and its employees needed her help in ridding the home of specters, most trying to kill and one willing to stay for love’s sake.

Summer Wind
When twenty-nine year-old Ginger Duncan discovers the old mansion Summer Wind, she is mysteriously drawn to it. Immediately the hauntings have a negative and profound effect on the family.

The Haunting of Barb Marie
Even as a child, Barb Marie saw dead people which terrified her parents. With no one to talk to about her gift/curse, Barb keeps the secret to herself. This takes an unhealthy toll on her childhood and two marriages. Who are these people that haunt her home now?

The Truth Behind the Lies-Laying the Norfolk Ghost to Rest
Solving the brutal murder of American born Ruthie Geil becomes a gauntlet of attacks and more murders for Federal Police Inspector Ian Christian. Between the victim’s family, ex-lovers and ghostly occurrences on Norfolk Island, the killer is closer than anyone realizes.

JoAnne has been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of her life. Besides having several novels under her belt, JoAnne canvas paints. When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, JoAnne spends time with relatives, her dog Jasmine, and volunteers her time within the community. JoAnne is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. JoAnne believes in family values and following your dreams. JoAnne’s original canvas paintings, can be found at: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com

Other books by JoAnne:
Murder Most Foul-a detective/mystery
Loves, Myths, and Monsters-a fantasy anthology
The Crime of the Century-a biography true crime
Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between

Upcoming Releases:
Twisted Love-a biography true crime anthology available June
Flagitious-a detective/mystery novella anthology available Summer 2014


Buy links for “Wicked Intentions” 7 paranormal/mystery tales

Paperback:

Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Intentions-JoAnne-Myers-ebook/dp/B00GNRUF40/ref=sr_1_16?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403545174&sr=1-16&keywords=wicked+intentions

Contact JoAnne: joannetucker98@yahoo.com

Thank you for featuring today, JoAnne. Best wishes for successful sales.

Slainthe! 

Monday, 16 June 2014

Fabulous interview and a Giveaway by Andrew P. Weston!




Hello! 
My Monday Moments are with paranormal fantasy writer Andrew P. Weston. Andrew visited my Nancy's Novels blog last year, so it's excellent to welcome him back here with the second novel of 'The Cambion Journals' series.   

Today, Andrew has generously given us an excerpt to read along wth the blurb to Kiss of the Succubus, released just yesterday on June 15th, 2014 by Pagan Writers Press. In addition, he's agreed to be interviewed so that we can get to know him a bit better. There's also a fantastic set of goodies to be won in a GIVEAWAY, so make sure to fill in the rafflecopter details that you'll find access to below.

What's Kiss of the Succubus about?

Having survived the double-cross planned by Samael, the demon king, and Fanon, his own spawn-father, Augustus Thorne is trying to come to terms with his lot in life. Both Fanon and Agamemnon, the king’s assassin, lay dead. And good riddance! But the only woman Augustus has ever loved in his long and lonely life is gone–driven away by the very real dangers his lifestyle brings. However, Augustus doesn’t have the luxury of dwelling on what might have been. An insidious new threat has emerged, one that exposes humanity to a danger, the likes of which they have never faced before. Surprisingly, Augustus discovers he doesn’t have to face this threat alone. Quite by chance, he stumbles upon a mysterious woman. Someone who appears to be the only other Cambion he has ever met.  Has he found a true soul mate at last? Or is she too good to be true? Are other players involved who would still like to see Augustus Thorne dead? If so, what’s the connection? Find out for yourselves as the story continues in: The Cambion Journals – Kiss of the Succubus.




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  • Welcome to my features blog, Andrew. It's great to have you visit again and even better to get to know more about you.  

    Take yourself back 20 years and tell us if you had any aspirations to become an author at that time.
    *Certainly. I’ve always been creative and used to express it in a number of outlets. Art, poetry, short stories for my children. But sadly, life got in the way of actually finding the time to sit down and put my thoughts and ideas into a novel.

    I totally understand about life and the job taking a priority place, Andrew! What were you mainly doing as a daily occupation at that time? 
    *I spent a total of 33 years as a military specialist, and then as a police officer. As you can imagine, those lifestyles were very intense and time consuming. I’m afraid to say, they stifled the opportunity to express my creativity on long-term projects.

    And today? How do you mainly spend an average day? 
    *I live on the Greek island of Kos, a place dominated by the holiday seasons. In winter, I train as soon as I get up. I find that relaxes me, and puts me in the correct frame of mind for a morning’s writing. When my wife comes home – around 1:30 – 2:00 PM – I finish off with an hour’s research and note-making. That way, we get to spend quality time together.
    In summer, I work every day on shifts without time off. I adjust my training schedule to suit, and complete my research and plot preparations during meal breaks and the odd moments I snatch here and there. That way, I can ensure to devote 2 – 3 hours of quality space to my writing, before or after work. It’s difficult, but I’m strict with myself, as I want to keep making progress, while making sure my family doesn’t suffer.


    That's a tough summer schedule. Now jump forward 20 years from today. What do you think you’d like to be doing then? 
    *That’s easy. Full time writing.

    What’s your preferred genre for reading material? 
    *Science Fiction and Fantasy. Although I enjoy paranormal and action adventures too.

    What genre/ sub-genre do you feel comfortable writing in? 
    *I like to write what I read. Although I might do something more autobiographical as time goes by.

    What do you think will be the main reading materials within the next decade? Books, some form of portable tablets?
    *I’ve got no doubt electronic reading devices will become more sophisticated as time goes by. I mean, look what you can do with mobile phones now. BUT – The good old-fashioned method of reading from ink on paper will never fade from true connoisseurs tastes.

    In recent years there’s been a movement towards popular cult-type stories- sometimes driven by what’s been popular on TV and the cinema, like Vampire, shifter, time-shift sub-genres. What do you see as being the ideal focus to capture the imagination in 5 years time? 
    *I think we’ll probably see a return to space exploration. NASA’s proposing all sorts of projects and expeditions for the future. TV and films are bound to tie in with a popular, developing trend.

    That's an interesting insight, Andrew, and one that will delight some of my author friends who write in those areas.  Can you give us an idea of what your writing schedules might be like during the remainder of 2014 and on to 2015? 
    *Busy. I have another sci-fi trilogy to complete, along with a separate, specialized novel I’ve been invited to write. After that, I have a brand new concept I’m itching to begin. The more time I devote to its development, the more I want to crack on with it.

    Fast and furious:
    Ice cream or chocolate cake? *Neither – cheesecake!
    Home made lemonade or rum cocktails? *Rum cocktails.
    Cycling tour of France or a beach holiday in the Caribbean? *Cycling Tour.
    A date with a politician, or a date with Jennifer Aniston? *Now...let me think J
    Children or pets? *Pets. My children are now grown up...joy J

    Thanks for your great answers, Andrew.  

    Andrew P Weston is a military and police veteran from the UK who now lives on the beautiful Greek island of Kos with his wife, Annette, and their growing family of rescue cats.
    A criminal law and astronomy graduate, he is a contracted writer of both fiction and poetry for several publishing houses and a growing number of well established magazines. In his spare time, Andrew assists NASA with one of their research projects, and amazingly, still finds the time to submit regular educational articles for Amazing Stories and Astronaut.com.
    When not writing, Andrew enjoys holding his breath, being told what to do by his wife, and drinking Earl Grey Tea whilst dressed as Captain Jean Luc Picard.
    Make it so…
    Andrews’s Website | BlogTwitter | Facebook | Goodreads


    GIVEAWAY. Don't miss a chance to WIN from Andrew's excellent selection. Enter Andrew's 
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    Don't go without reading Andrew's teasing excerpt:

    A background thum-thum, thum-thum, thum-thum, pervaded the tranquil serenity of her thoughts. A muffled throb that somehow coaxed her along the current of sublime melodic reverie that was her entire world.
    Everything was as it should be. She was safely cocooned within a web-like tracery of scarlet and rose warmth, and her senses were soothed by the rhythm to the point of rapture.
    She had changed. Of that there was no doubt. The disconcerting other within her heart was making its presence felt. And yet, the metamorphosis it had generated caused no discomfort. No anxiety intruded upon her perfect existence.
    Thum-thum, thum-thum, thum-thum.
    Something encroached at the very limit of discernment—static noise, a sharpening of mental focus. Awareness impinged, and her head swarmed to the echo of a thousand whispers on the edge of perception as she blinked her eyes open.
    At first, her sight refused to cooperate, and it took a moment before the liquid silver of her vision cleared. Lucidity, the likes of which she had never before witnessed in thousands of years of existence, struck her with a hammer blow.
    A darkened chamber illuminated only by a handful of Bale-Lights greeted her. Plain walls welcomed her return to coherent thought, their clinical frigidity a stark contrast to the bank of high-tech medical equipment surrounding the single bed upon which she lay.
    That unfamiliar sound intruded again. Thum-thum, thum-thum, thum-thum.
    What the . . . ?
    “Are you all right?” a disembodied voice asked.
    “I . . . I think so. . . .” Her thoughts turned inward, scrutinizing the presence within her.
    “Are you in pain?”
    “No, not at all. It was just . . . different than what I expected . . . than what I’m used to.” Turning, she recognized the source of the questioner. “Lamia?”
    “Welcome back, Mahlat-essa. How have the last three and a half months been?”
    Mahlat-essa felt her breast and the newfangled steady rhythm that beat incessantly within her. “I feel . . . different.”
    “That’s the effect of the Bloodstone. Is it freaking you out?” Lamia placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
    “No, it’s just . . . not what I’m used to.” She sensed that inward scrutiny again, and wondered what to call it. “What’s happened to me?”
    “Your memories haven’t returned yet?” Lamia appeared concerned, her brow furrowing.
    “Well, I recognized you, didn’t I?”
    “I suppose we have to expect this. The Bloodstone is bound to mix things up for a little while yet.”
    “So what’s it done?”
    “It’s changed you at the molecular level, Mal. Altered what you are—”
    “What I am?”
    “We talked about this. Don’t you remember?”
    A soupy mishmash of jumbled thoughts tumbled through Mahlat-essa’s mind. Slowly, they began to coalesce into a structured, recognizable form. Comprehension dawned.
    “So the bloodline was puissant enough then?”
    Lamia’s relief was obvious. “Yes, it certainly was. Only two lines still exist today, as you know. We were able to extract sufficient vitality from our subject to imbue the stone with enough potency to trigger the transmutation.”
    “And there’ll be no lasting side effects?” She touched her chest again, with its disconcertingly loud beat.
    “Not so far as we can determine. The stone contains sufficient potency to hold the change in stasis for about six months. It’s gradually leaking that essence into your heart at a steady rate. Once it’s depleted, you’ll either revert back to normal or have to undergo a fresh infusion.”
    “Lamia, do we have a mirror here?” Mahlat-essa sat up, the speed of her sudden movement causing both shock and delight to course through her veins like an electric charge.
    Smiling, Lamia fished one out of her handbag and handed it to her friend.
    Mahlat-essa was slow to raise the vanity mirror to her face, and was stunned by the reflection staring back.
    Gone was her devilishly beautiful and angular looks which had taken the breath away from the most resolute demons. She had been replaced by a vision of even greater exquisiteness. How?
    “I look . . . I look . . .” She gasped.
    “Perfect, eh? Just right for your goal.”
    “My goal?” Mahlat-essa mumbled, momentarily confounded.
    “Remember.” Lamia hugged her close, gushing, “You can’t recall much about your past, my dear. Your poor mother died when you were born, and you were left all alone in the world, wondering who and what you are. You grew up with the awful burden of knowing you were rejected by others for being different. For having a hunger you could barely control. The only relief you’ve ever felt is when these supernatural things are present. These demons! Venting your fury on them provides the only opportunity you have of appeasing the hunger inside. And you’re very, very good at dealing with demons. It’s something that comes naturally to a freak like you, yes?”
    Memories began to unravel within Mahlat-essa’s mind.
    “Yes, I’m starting to remember now! I’m different than other girls. Stronger than other humans, faster in some ways, nastier. Although I want to protect them, they shun me. I’m all alone without anyone to share my sad and solitary existence with.”
    “Which is a shame of course, because our one woman execution squad just so happens to be incredibly highly sexed and armed with killer looks too. The perfect bait, eh?”
    Raising the mirror again, Mahlat-essa grinned. That smile failed to reach the cold depths of her eyes.
    Yes. The perfect bait. He won’t know what hit him!

    Very intriguing, Andrew!  Thanks for visiting, today, and best wishes with your latest novel, Kiss of the Succubus.

    Slainthe!

    Thursday, 12 June 2014

    Risking It All is here today!


    Today I'm delighted to post details of my friend - J.M. Stewart's - contemporary novel coming in September! 

    Cover reveal: Risking It All by JM Stewart

    Title: Risking It All
    Author: JM Stewart
    Publisher: Penguin Intermix
    Date published: Sept 16, 2014
    Genre: Contemporary Romance
    Word count: 80, 000
    AISN: B00FFFSZB6
    ISBN: 9780698147980

    Originally published in a shorter form as Staking His Claim

    Blurb:

    She’s everything he wants…

    For years, Kyle Morgan has hidden his true feelings from the gorgeous girl next door that he grew up loving and protecting. But when she shows up at his apartment in the middle of the night, desperately needing comfort and support, his iron will begins to waver…

    …and the only thing he can’t bear to lose.

    Kyle was always the big brother Cecelia Anton never had, but suddenly her goofy best friend has become a sexy man she can’t keep her thoughts—or hands—off of. As their deep connection melts into uncontrollable desire, Ceci is willing to put it all on the line for a shot at true love. Only Kyle is keeping a terrible secret about Ceci’s past that could destroy not only their lifelong friendship but their happily-ever-after…



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    About the author:

    JM writes passionate, heartfelt contemporary romance. She’s a wife, a mother, a spiritualist, and lover of puppies, and happily addicted to coffee and chocolate. She lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest with her husband and two sons. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily-ever-after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.

    You can find out more about JM or her books here: Website /Blog /Twitter /Facebook



    Best wishes with 'Risking It All', and with your other writing, J.M.

    Slainthe!

    Tuesday, 10 June 2014

    Blame it on Texas

    After a wonderful holiday break, I'm back to helping promote other authors on this 'features' blog. Here's some new information about Amie Louellen's- Blame it on Texas. 

    Enjoy a quick, continuous excerpt as well...  

     

    Announcing

    Blame it on Texas

    a new contemporary romance by Amie Louellen

    Every first love deserves a second chance.

    © 2014 Amie Louellen

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    Shelby Patterson has come back to Texas for one reason and one reason only—to get her husband to sign divorce papers. She’s worked hard to build her California bakery, where clients clamor for her one-of-a-kind creations. Seven years after her disastrous marriage, she’ll finally have everything in perfect order—just as soon as Ritter McCoy signs the dotted line. Ritt is still pissed that Shelby walked out all those years ago without giving their marriage a chance. Sure, they were young and had just lost the baby that had rushed them to the altar, but they’d loved each other beyond reason. Ritt gave up his college baseball scholarship, only to have Shelby and her mom take his parents’ bribe money and run. If Shelby wants those papers signed, she’ll just have to wait until he’s good and ready. Or maybe, before she flies the coop again, he can convince her the love they had between them is still there—and still hot enough to melt their hearts back into one. Warning: This book contains a sexy Texas boy determined to recapture his first love. May also produce feelings of nostalgia and longing for slow kisses and sweet tea.
     

    Enjoy the following excerpt for Blame it on Texas:

    She should have known she’d find him like this. Shelby looked down at the oil-stained driveway to the denim-clad legs protruding from underneath the ancient Ford. The hem of the jeans was frayed, the worn cowboy boots dusty and with a few stains of their own. She propped her hands on her hips, doing her best not to tap her foot in irritation. It would do no good. If there was one thing she’d learned in her time as Ritt McCoy’s wife, he had his own timetable and to hell with anyone else’s. “I said, I need to talk to you.” “And I said, just a minute,” his muffled voice returned. Shelby bit back a growl and used the thick packet of papers to fan herself. That was one thing she didn’t miss about Texas—the heat. But with any luck and the good Lord’s grace, she’d only be here another few minutes, an hour at the most, and then she’d be on her way back to California. A trickle of sweat ran down between her shoulder blades and into the small of her back. Shelby fanned harder and checked her watch. She’d been waiting twenty minutes for Ritt to finish whatever it was he was doing to the truck and sign on the dotted line. That was nineteen more than she cared to wait. “Ritt.” “Shelby.” “I need you to sign these.” “In a minute.” “Now. I have a plane to catch.” She jumped back, nearly snapping the heel off one peep-toe pump. They had been a special purchase for this trip along with the form-fitting black dress that hugged her like a second skin. Scrambling to get out of the way, she managed to maintain her balance as Ritt pushed the creeper from under the truck. And there he was, the boy who stole her heart, took her virginity and married her all in one summer. Well, he’d had her heart for years before that. And he wasn’t a boy any longer; though the years, she grudgingly admitted, had been very kind to him. “What?” he asked. Even lying down, he looked taller, broader, more. She was glad to have the advantage, standing over him like she was. “I’m in a hurry.” “Not my problem.” He disappeared in a quick swoosh back under the truck. But he left his image behind. Dark blond hair curling from under a ratty Longhorns baseball hat. Dirt smeared T-shirt covering a chest she didn’t remember as having quite so many muscles. Long legs, firm lips, square jaw. “I’ve flown over a thousand miles to get you to sign these. The least you could do is get out from under there and do it.” Her voice rose in pitch, the whine she’d been tamping down rising to the surface. Couldn’t he see how they needed this? That it was time to move forward? There was a loud clunk, which sounded like head versus oil pan, then a muffled curse. He rolled out again, and before she knew what had happened he was towering over her. She took a couple of steps back for good measure, unable to meet his blue-gold gaze as he studied her face. “What is it, Shelby? What is so important that you flew all the way out here to grace me with your presence?” She was wrong. The years had been more than kind to him, they had outright adopted him. Had he always been this tall? This broad? This…masculine? He had, she decided. But after seven years away, she had forgotten what a man her Texas boy had been. She licked her lips, the sight of him bringing back more memories than she cared to delve through. Prom night, at the lake after the baseball games, Saturday afternoon in the canyon…

    Check out Blame it on Texas on AMAZON and B&N.com

    Best wishes to you, Amie!

    Slainthe!