Friday, November 1, 2013
Interview and Giveaway with Wonderland Author David-Matthew Barnes
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Thursday, October 31, 2013
Top 10 Favorite Vampires with B. Patterson Author of Communion
Top 10 Favorite Vampires:
I like vampires who experience their vampirism in a unique way,
compared to other characters in their book/movie/TV show. Vampirism, when possible, should be
enjoyed. Also, I like vampires are
b*d*ss.
#10: Morrigan Aensland (Darkstalkers)
Technically, she’s a Succubus.
And one of the most powerful around.
But I mention her in case I have any readers who are 90s kids or
gamers.
#9: Kevin (Vampire Bytes)
Vampire Bytes is a series by one of my favorite Indie Authors, JC
Harker. This series features vampires
whose source of powers is technology-based.
Kevin is a socially awkward programmer-turned-vampire. Oh, the possibilities…
#8: Christian Ozera (Vampire Academy)
A brooder. It’s not so much that
he enjoys being a vampire, but he’s something of an outcast among the other
Moroi in the Vampire Academy series. His
parents went to the dark side by becoming Strigoi and everyone expects him to
do the same. Rather than wallowing in
his self-pity, Christian works with others to turn their happy magic into
battle magic to take the fight to the evil Strigoi.
#7: Claudia (Interview with a Vampire)
I can’t think of anything as terrifying as having to experience
eternity in the body of an 8-year old.
But no one has as much fun with it as Claudia. She uses her cuteness to her advantage when
hunting prey. Don’t underestimate
her. Or you’ll get burned like Lestat
did.
#6: Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Hero or villain? That’s always
the question when it comes to Angel.
Either way, here’s a vampire who was too big for one show, they had to
give him his own spinoff.
#5: Jessica (True Blood)
We need some more girl power on this list! Interesting perspective: the sheltered Christian girl gets turned into
a vampire. What does she do first? Explore the wonders of profanity. Sadly, I stopped watching True Blood after
season 3. But I’m still pulling for
Jessica and Hoyt to get together.
#4: Blade (Blade Trilogy)
Daywalker. Vampire Hunter. Unconditional B*d*ss.
#3 Camellia (Communion)
Speaking of b*d*sses… Of course I love all the dhampir in Communion (I wrote it), but Camellia has
a special place in my heart. In Communion, we find dhampir society has
fallen apart. Camellia is on a one-woman
mission to make it right, even though her methods are… questionable. As she says, “Sometimes to stop the worst
kinds of evil, you must become the worst kinds of good.”
#2: Louis (Interview with a Vampire)
The original brooding vampire. I
love Louis because he savors the vampire experience like no other. Who else can get lost for hours staring at
nothing?
#1: Damon Salvatore (Vampire Diaries)
The ultimate bad boy among vampires.
Damon’s wit and unpredictable actions are a huge factor in why I enjoy
the TV show Vampire Diaries so much.
Sure, he’s arrogant and mischievous at times. But when something bad needs to be done for
the greater good, Damon is willing to make that move.
Thanks for reading this post.
I’m always willing to chat with fellow vampire fans. You can find me at:
Blog: www.bpattfiction.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/bpattfiction
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Communion
B. Patterson
Genre: YA/Urban Fantasy
Number of pages: 155
Word Count: Approximately 46,000
Cover Artist: Jason Alexander
Book Trailer:
Book Description:
"Lester Fuller knows isolation well. It has been his only friend since Jadarius Singleton humiliated him last year. But one night after Jadarius's taunts go too far, Lester stumbles upon Gwynn's body. He's sure she's dead. Until she bites him.
Vampires are extinct. There are only the dhampir.
Now something more than human, Lester struggles to determine where he fits in this new society. Just what secrets about the dhampir are his friends keeping from him? And what will he do when a notorious figure from dhampir history sets her eyes on him?"
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About the Author:
I’m a 25 year old writer. I’m a graduate of North Carolina State University where I majored in Psychology and minored in Japanese. I currently live in Maryland.
I wrote a lot as a kid. I began a new story (or 3 or 4) every school year, but rarely finished them. I finally finished one when I was 16. It was about ninjas. It was really bad.
Communion, my first completed novel worth publishing, will be released October 1st. I have that and many other works coming down the pipeline. I plan to be writing for many years to come.
My values as a writer include:
Writing high-quality books
Diversity
Integrity
Entertainment
Writing high-quality books
Diversity
Integrity
Entertainment
Blog: http://bpattfiction.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/bpattfiction
Spotlight on What’s Wrong with Mr. Perfect by Sherri Shaw
Chapter One
Seattle, Washington, July, 2013
“Have you noticed nobody holds hands anymore?” Chef Ivy
Turin picked up a tomato from the pile of neatly displayed produce at Pike
Street Market. “It was my favorite part of dating in high school. There was no
PDA allowed in the halls, but my boyfriend would sneak up next to me and slip
his fingers through mine. That simple little gesture made me feel special.”
Beth, her sous chef, eyed her with sarcastic amusement. “You
are special.”
Ivy selected several more tomatoes and put them in the cloth
grocery bag. Handing the items to the cashier, she fished money from her
pocket. “Me? You’re as jaded as the necklaces in the next stall.”
“I’m jaded? You’re the one who hasn’t had a date since you
dumped Kevin,” Beth said, examining an odd-looking fiddlehead fern. “Although I
suppose I can’t blame you for being cautious after what he did to you. Stealing
from the restaurant to cover his gambling debt was beyond wrong, but there are
good guys out there.”
“I’m well aware of that,” Ivy said, accepting the change
from the cashier. Although nine months had passed since the breakup, Kevin’s
betrayal still stung. It wasn’t as much about the money he embezzled. It was
the deceit it was predicated upon.
“I realize it’s cliché but you need to forget about him and
move on. Maybe you could start with your perfect high school boyfriend,” Beth
said, moving to the next stall. “He might be available.”
“Are you searching for the perfect man?” the jade vendor
behind the counter asked. He had an Australian accent and pale grey eyes
disconcerting in their intensity.
Beth pointed at Ivy. “Her, not me. She’s—well, she used to
be—a hopeless romantic.”
The vendor gave Ivy a speculative look before lifting up a
simple silver chain with a green jade amulet hanging from it. “If you truly
want to find this elusive perfect man,
and restore your faith in true love, this necklace will be your good luck
talisman.”
He tried to hand it to Ivy. She refused. “It’s beautiful—”
Leaning forward, he clasped her wrist and pressed the
necklace into her palm. “It’s a gift.”
Ivy expected the jade to be cool to the touch, It heated her
skin, sending an unexpected jolt of energy throughout her body. Pulling away,
she dismissed the unusual sensation as a consequence of the double espresso
she’d recently finished. All of this talk of magic was giving her the creeps.
“I couldn’t. It’s too much.” She tried to pass it back. He
merely grinned.
“The first step to finding true love is acceptance,” he
said, winking at Beth. “Take the necklace. Wear it with hope in your heart, and
when you find the perfect man, everything will become clear.”
What’s Wrong with Mr. Perfect
Magically Perfect Series
Book One
Sherri Shaw
Sherri Shaw
Genre: Contemporary Romance and fantasy
Date of Publication: 9/14/2013
ISBN: 978-0-9899878-0-6
Number of pages: 58
Word Count: 19,000
Cover Artist: SherribyDesign.com
Book Description:
Chef Ivy Turin is great with food, but not so good with men. When a mysterious vendor gifts her with a jade necklace guaranteed to find true love, she is skeptical. But no sooner does she put on the necklace then star football player, Sam Rockney, walks into her restaurant. Athletic, intelligent, not to mention drop dead gorgeous, Sam seems like the perfect man for her. Too perfect. Is the sexy Seattle quarterback for real, or is there something wrong with Mr. Perfect?
About the Author:
To Sherri, the only thing better than reading a good book is writing one. She penned her first novel at seventeen and although she inevitably graduated to a keyboard, she is still creating stories full of adventure, romance, and humor. In addition to writing, she designs her own book covers.
Check out more information at www.sherrishaw.net
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
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A Story of River
Tales from Nōl’Deron
Tales from Nōl’Deron
Lana Axe
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: AxeLord Publications
Date of Publication: May 2013
ISBN: 0615821537
ASIN:
Number of pages: 313
Word Count: 51,149
Cover Artist: Michael Gauss
Book Description:
Aelryk’s kingdom is under attack by monsters conjured by a dark sorcerer. His only hope lies far to the west, where a powerful water elemental is rumored to dwell. Along the way, he joins forces with the Wild Elves, who were once his enemy. They alone can lead him through the dangers of the Wildlands. Together, they must journey to a mysterious land of eternal spring and return before the kingdom is overrun by evil.
Prologue
“I’m sorry, Yillmara,” the young elf maid said as she wept. “The child does not live.” She held the tiny bundle toward his mother, who slowly took him from the maid’s arms. Yillmara looked upon the lifeless face of her tiny son and wept softly. She closed her eyes and pressed him to her breast. After a moment, though still exhausted from the birth, she rose from her bed with her son in her arms.
“You mustn’t, my lady! You need to rest!” The maid pleaded with her and touched her arm as if to stop her, but Yillmara continued walking. She made her way from her rooms and stepped out into the light of the dawn. It was a cool spring morning, and the sound of the river danced throughout the forest that was home to Yillmara’s people, the Westerling Elves.
Yillmara approached the river slowly, earnestly. She trod lightly so not to offend the Spirit of the river. With her son still in her arms, she walked into the water and fell to her knees, begging for the life of her child. “River Spirit, hear my plea and grant my son his life. He deserves the chance to live, to grow, and to know the beauty of this forest. He should be given the chance to hear the music of the river.”
Slowly, she placed the lifeless body of her son into the water. Hoping for an answer from the River Spirit was foolish, she knew, but what matter was that compared to the life of her child. She covered her eyes and wept. As her tears hit the water, she heard a soft voice around her. It caressed her and consoled her grief. The River Spirit had come. The young mother’s weeping ceased, and she felt pure serenity. “I will gladly trade my life for his,” she said with all the strength of her heart.
With that assurance, the Spirit granted her request. The mother slid gently down into the river, and the child opened his sapphire eyes. The young maid came running to the river’s edge along with Yillmara’s life mate. The maid took the child from the river and rushed him inside to get him warm.
Though he knew his love’s body would fade into the river, Ryllak waded into the water to be near her. He could see her lying serenely in the water, her face peaceful as if sleeping. Reaching his arms out for her came naturally, but it was no use. He could no longer touch his beautiful Yillmara. She was gone forever.
The river had granted the child his life, and in time, the river would reclaim him.
“I’m sorry, Yillmara,” the young elf maid said as she wept. “The child does not live.” She held the tiny bundle toward his mother, who slowly took him from the maid’s arms. Yillmara looked upon the lifeless face of her tiny son and wept softly. She closed her eyes and pressed him to her breast. After a moment, though still exhausted from the birth, she rose from her bed with her son in her arms.
“You mustn’t, my lady! You need to rest!” The maid pleaded with her and touched her arm as if to stop her, but Yillmara continued walking. She made her way from her rooms and stepped out into the light of the dawn. It was a cool spring morning, and the sound of the river danced throughout the forest that was home to Yillmara’s people, the Westerling Elves.
Yillmara approached the river slowly, earnestly. She trod lightly so not to offend the Spirit of the river. With her son still in her arms, she walked into the water and fell to her knees, begging for the life of her child. “River Spirit, hear my plea and grant my son his life. He deserves the chance to live, to grow, and to know the beauty of this forest. He should be given the chance to hear the music of the river.”
Slowly, she placed the lifeless body of her son into the water. Hoping for an answer from the River Spirit was foolish, she knew, but what matter was that compared to the life of her child. She covered her eyes and wept. As her tears hit the water, she heard a soft voice around her. It caressed her and consoled her grief. The River Spirit had come. The young mother’s weeping ceased, and she felt pure serenity. “I will gladly trade my life for his,” she said with all the strength of her heart.
With that assurance, the Spirit granted her request. The mother slid gently down into the river, and the child opened his sapphire eyes. The young maid came running to the river’s edge along with Yillmara’s life mate. The maid took the child from the river and rushed him inside to get him warm.
Though he knew his love’s body would fade into the river, Ryllak waded into the water to be near her. He could see her lying serenely in the water, her face peaceful as if sleeping. Reaching his arms out for her came naturally, but it was no use. He could no longer touch his beautiful Yillmara. She was gone forever.
The river had granted the child his life, and in time, the river would reclaim him.
About the Author:
Lana Axe lives in Missouri near the edge of the woods. She is inspired by her love of nature to write about elves, magic, and adventure. Growing up in Mark Twain's backyard inspired her love of fiction from an early age. She grew up an avid reader and went on to study literature in college.
Lana Axe lives in Missouri near the edge of the woods. She is inspired by her love of nature to write about elves, magic, and adventure. Growing up in Mark Twain's backyard inspired her love of fiction from an early age. She grew up an avid reader and went on to study literature in college.
After eight years of jotting notes and building a fantasy world, she has finally begun releasing novels in her Tales from Nōl'Deron series. They will feature many of the same characters, but each novel will stand alone.
Website: http://lana-axe.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LanaAxe
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LanaAxe
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Spotlight and Giveaway Loup-Garou For You by Katalina Leon
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