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Thursday, January 16, 2014

Visions of Fire and Ice: Oh, Ramose



 
Visions of Fire & Ice
by Teresa D’Amario
 
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BLURB:
 
Trapped on a planet not their own, the Petiri spend their lives hiding the natural gifts that set them apart from the world.  They live long and unfulfilled lives, unable to find their soul mates on this backward planet known as Earth.  That is until the night Ramose comes face to face with Tamara, a woman whose gifts rival his own.  Determined to find why this human is in possession of an ancient magical Petiri relic, he arranges a meeting. 
 
But Tamara, embittered from past events, is wary despite lifelong dreams of Ramose and a sure knowledge he is her soul mate.  Before long the couple find themselves ensnared in a battle that has raged for millennia in Egypt’s desert.  Set, Egyptian God of Chaos, is determined to take his just due: the throne of Osiris.  
 
The only way to stop him is for Ramose to put his trust in Tamara, but first must gain the same from her.  The ensuing sensual relationship is filled with romance, lust and love.  Their relationship is tested by an unnatural evil. Will her powers over fire, combined with his ice be enough to win the day?  Or will the ancient gods and goddesses of Egypt destroy more than just their love?
 
 
EXCERPT:
Tamara pulled out the costume with a grin. It was red. Fire red. Small bits of orange peeked beneath the folds, enhancing the image. This would be perfect for her youngest sister who always teased her about the fire she herself wielded. She held the costume before her, judging its size. A spark of energy caught her attention, and she raised her eyes to Ramose. He was moving toward her, his muscles tight, his face pale in the darkened light. But his eyes, they burned with unfettered need.
 
Tamara swallowed. Hard. Never in her life had she expected to see any man, much less Ramose, look at her the way he did now. What had she done to trigger such a response? Maybe he thought shopping was sexy. Hell, it didn’t matter. He had the look of a man ready to cross to the next level in their relationship. No, not the next level. He looked ready to leap all the way past and into a new relationship. His eyes were filled with need, but other emotions glimmered beneath the surface. Possession. Relief. Stark, irreversible hunger.
 
Before she could utter a word, he was there, pulling the dress from her fingers, handing it to the shopkeeper still standing beside her.
 
He spoke in rapid Arabic, handing the man cash. The store owner protested loudly, probably hoping for a good bartering session.
 
Ramose totally ignored him, his focus glued only on her. Never had he seemed so tall. Powerful. And even imposing. Tamara stepped back. Just moments before, he’d stood across the room, silent, watching. Now his scent whispered over her, dark and sensuous. Her blood rushed through her veins, heating her body in response. She bit her lip at the sudden onslaught of emotions and need building inside her. Inside, her heart fluttered in panic, while the rest of her body yearned for him. She was part rabbit, part tigress. She was terrified. She was starved.
 
 “I can….” She could what? Pay for it herself?
 
Ramose leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ears, his breath feathering across her neck.
 
“Nanik,” he whispered fiercely.
 
Mine, her mind translated.
 
Tamara’s heartbeat spiked, and her knees weakened. She grabbed the clothing rack and struggled to breath, yet it was impossible. Not with him so close. So hungry. Did he suddenly recognize her as his soul mate? Did he have that skill as well? She tipped her face to meet his gaze. Heat coiled low in her belly. His scent stripped her of her desire for control. The fear fluttered inside her, yet she ached for more, to feel his lips against her flesh.
 
The hard lines of his jaw, shadowed by the late afternoon beard, combined with the power surging from his being, gave him the look of a warrior of old. Demanding. Powerful. And sexy as hell.
 
Her body moved of its own accord, leaning forward, blending his heat with her own. Muscles inside her softened, melting, while others drew taut, hungry for his touch. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes heavy, her mind and body drugged by this man’s desire.
 
“Ramose—”
 
But he wanted none of her words. His eyes silenced her, as though he were afraid she’d reject him. Long, warm fingers closed over hers. It was the first touch of what she hoped was soon to be more. The pulse in her throat beat a rapid staccato message. Need. Fear. She wasn’t even sure which held more power.
 
When the shopkeeper returned, Ramose held out his hand, not even looking at the man. His fingers closed around the plastic bag, and, without a word, he turned, escorting her out the door.
 
 Once outside, they moved past the small shop, pressed inward by the throngs of people surrounding them. He didn’t seem to care. He stopped, right in the middle of crowd, tugging her hand until she turned to face him. His eyes raked over her, searching. With calloused fingers, he brushed away the wisp of hair now falling in her face. The heat from his fingers burned her flesh, regardless of his gift of ice.
 
“Kha-Ib.”
 
The word was so soft, so worshipful, she had to strain to hear it. Tamara shook her head. “What, Ramose, what is it?”
 
“Nanik,” he whispered again, his gaze softening, offering her a smile of wonder.
 
Oblivious to the crowd surrounding them, Tamara’s knees wobbled. She should be running, racing to her hotel to block away the world. This was too fast. Too dangerous. And, yet, the sudden possessiveness in his response only built the hunger inside her. Her gaze moved to his lips.
 
She wanted to feel him. Against her mouth. Hungry. God, what was wrong with her? His arm hooked about her waist, and, as his head lowered, she tipped her face to meet him. Wanting. Breathless.
 
His gaze held hers, even as his face inched closer.
 
When at long last their lips met, her heart, the one she was sure had quit beating, exploded in her chest, pounding as though to crack her ribs. The exquisite heat of his lips burned against hers. Oh, God. Please. Please what?
 
He groaned when she wrapped her arms about his neck, drawing even closer to him. He swept his tongue over her lips. She needed no further encouragement. For the first time in her life, she didn’t hesitate when a man touched her. She opened. And, when their tongues met, it was divine.
 
The inside of his mouth was hot and hungry, his taste an explosion of wild masculine heat, and, yet, he swept in slowly, as though in wonder, tasting her. The chill of his mouth drew her, cooling the overwhelming heat burning inside her. The combination of need and gentleness sent a shudder of hunger through her body, and she wanted more, needed to crawl even closer.
 
 
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
Born in Atlanta, the daughter of an Army Soldier during the early stages of the Viet Nam war, I spent my childhood traveling from state to state, finally ending up overseas in Germany where I graduated high school six months early.
 
My writing career however began as a young Airman in the Air Force, writing monthly articles for the weekly base paper.  The articles ranged from climatological data to full center fold articles on the destructive forces of hurricanes.  As I increased in rank, my writing changed to more technological instruction, including such works as  WSR-88D Doppler Radar Data Interpretation Guide for North Carolina Stations, and Station Operating Procedures.  
 
But my early writing wasn’t limited only to the technological side.  I’ve written multiple dog training and behavior articles for canine websites such as Sonora Canine Freestyle, and also the Ask Blackjack column, a fun training column in the voice of my labrador retriever, then a young pup.
 
My first book, SheWolf, won 2nd place for Best First book in RWA’s PFF&P Prism awards.
 
 I’m married to a wonderful man named Doug, who is also retired Air Force.  We live in North Carolina with our two dogs. 
 
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Readers, The author will award a $50 Amazon or BN GC to a randomly drawn commenter so follow the tour and enter often. Use the following link to enter.

 

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

My First Page: From The Dark Places



San Francisco, August, 1977

 

"The dark! It's watching me--make it go away!"

Wrenched out of sleep, Kate sat up in bed. From across the hall, Sara screamed again. "Mommy! Make it go away!"

Throwing the covers back, Kate glimpsed the glowing numerals on the alarm clock--one thirty-five in the morning. Nightgown tangled around her hips, she dashed into Sara's room and snapped on the light. Her daughter sat up in bed, rigid, her eyes wide, shrieking, "The dark! The dark!"

Blinking in the sudden glare, Kate sat on the edge of the bed and put her arms around Sara. The child's slender body felt as stiff as a mannequin. Stroking her hair, Kate found it damp, plastered to her scalp with sweat. Sara gave no sign of seeing, hearing, or feeling anything. She screamed over and over, emitting a siren wail like nothing Kate had ever heard. Shaking, she murmured Sara's name and massaged the tight knots of her shoulders under the Winnie-the-Pooh nightshirt.

Night terrors. Now, with her panic fading, Kate remembered reading about this phenomenon, a nightmare-like seizure so extreme nothing could break its grip until it ran its course. She'd never expected to see it in Sara, though.

She set her teeth, her own pulse pounding in her head, and waited for the attack to end. After several minutes, Sara abruptly fell silent and slumped back, eyes shut. Kate eased her onto the pillow, tucking sheet and quilt up to her neck. She looked sound asleep.


Blurb:

When a hit-and-run driver almost kills young widow Kate Jacobs, she dismisses as deranged fanatics the two men who try to convince her dark forces from beyond this world have targeted her and her four-year-old daughter, Sara. Sara's eerie disappearance changes her mind. Kate's new friends rescue Sara, but their fight against evil has only began. Now Kate must embrace the psychic gifts she has always denied and recognize that the universe is weirder—and more dangerous—than she ever suspected.
 
 

 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Beyond the Book: Khan

Welcome to Beyond the Book. My name is Kathryn Sinclair. I was Elaine's heroine in her latest release Blue 52. Today I'd like to tell you about my Siamese cat, Khan. He's such a busy boy! Here's his daily schedule.

4-AM-Wake Hank and me.

4:30 AM- Walk on Hank's back to make him get up.

5:00 AM- Bite Hank's legs as he shaves. He's starving to death, and nobody will save him no matter how piteously he yowls.

5:30 AM-Breakfast! Finally!

5:45 AM- It's been a hard morning so a little nap is in order.

7:30 AM- Gives Hank and me goodbye kisses.

7:45 AM- Nap

8:45 AM- All the children are awake so he checks to make sure the nanny is doing her job properly. He doesn't like the children, but since they are a part of the family it's his responsibility to see that they are safe.

9:30 AM- Visit Senator Lovinggood who claims to dislike him but secretly feeds him. He gets a bite of egg scrambled with cheese.

10:00 AM- Naps on the senator's desk.

10:30 AM-Chases the puppy from the senator's office. That interloper! (Word learned from Mrs. Senator Lovinggood.)

11:00 AM- Nap

1:30 PM-Lunch with the senator.

2:00 PM- Evade the children.

3:00 PM- Hide and go seek with the turtle who does not like to play with Khan.

4:00 PM- Nap

5:00 PM- Mama's home!!! Pats and hugs.

6:00 PM- Daddy's home!!! More pats and hugs.

7:00 PM-Dinner!!!!!!!!!!!!

8:00 PM- "Play" with the puppy.

9:00 PM-Evade the children

9:15 PM- Scratch one of the little monsters. Mama is mad.

10:00 PM- What an exhausting day. Khan's going to bed.


picture credit:  By chexov from Brussels, Belgium (Flickr) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Monday, January 13, 2014

Blog Tour: Ruby Heart

Readers, please help me welcome Cristelle Comby to the blog. Cristelle, just for fun...


1.Can you tell us five things about you that nobody would ever guess?

Very good cook. Terrible gardener. Watch way too much TV. Speak three different languages. Bad at Maths.

 

2.What do you think makes a book a page turner?

Characters. It’s all about them, and getting people to care about them.

 

3.Which genre of books appeals least to you?  Why?

Educational books; it reminds me too much of school. I like to read for the fun of it, to get away from my life, discover new worlds…

 

5.On the average, how long does it take you to write a book.

I depends a lot on the free-time I have on my hands. Lately I haven’t been writing much because of my day-job getting in the way. I’d say anything between three to six months. And then twice as much for editing.


Super!  Now let's have a blurb and excerpt.


Ruby Heart

by Cristelle Comby

 

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BLURB:

 

When elderly client Doris Hargrave informs private investigator Alexandra Neve that her beloved antique ruby heart necklace has gone missing for the second time in a period of over sixty years, Alexandra knows this is no ordinary jewellery theft. The ruby heart is a family

heirloom and the only thing that connects an ailing Mrs Hargrave to her parents, who were murdered during the Holocaust.

 

To solve the case, Alexandra and her business partner, blind history professor Ashford Egan, must sift through obscure Holocaust documents to find out the truth. It’s that way that they learn of a secret World War II-era love affair which could hold the key to all the answers they are looking for. Meanwhile, Egan is under immense pressure from the university to quit his private investigating business, and Alexandra is afraid that a man she trusts will leave her. Again.

 

When Alexandra begins to receive anonymous threats and her flat is vandalised, this all becomes personal. Knowing that there is someone out there to hurt her, Alexandra vows to find that elusive ruby heart if it’s the last thing she ever does.


Excerpt:


 

Being a private investigator is nothing like as glamorous or exciting as books and films make it look. Some warning of those harsh facts before I opened my own Private Investigation agency is unlikely to have deterred me, but I wish we’d been a bit more perceptive about it all beforehand. “We” is myself and my former university lecturer, Professor Ashford Egan, now a good friend and colleague.

 

Although you could say I stumbled into the sleuthing world quite by accident, that accident was shocking and dramatic. I’d always led a very quiet, ordinary life, until the day my best friend was murdered.

 

That horror stopped short my meandering, easy life and so much changed. I had no idea this would result in my very first investigation, but it did. Egan and I put a stop to a Russian criminal syndicate — with its complicit upstanding British citizens — by delving into the murky worlds of human trafficking, arms dealing, murder and arson. Sounds horribly exciting and dangerous, doesn’t it? It was… to the point where I was nearly killed, not just once but twice, and Egan was kidnapped.

 

However, I have since discovered that the everyday life of a PI isn’t always so intense. Most of our cases involve suspicious spouses and lost items, or even worse… lost dogs. Life isn’t always like it is in books and films, so why should the job of PI be so? We can’t afford to refuse a client, even when the case is not as appealing as a mysterious unsolved murder or a missing painting on some tropical island. Our advert in the Yellow Pages claims, completely truthfully, that we provide “Comprehensive, all-round services. We diligently seek out the truth for our clients. Discretion assured.”
 


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

 

Cristelle Comby was born and raised in the French-speaking area of Switzerland, in Greater Geneva, where she still resides.

 

Thanks to her insatiable thirst for American and British action films and television dramas, her English is fluent.

 

She attributes to her origins her ever-peaceful nature and her undying love for chocolate. She has a passion for art, which also includes an interest in drawing and acting.

 

Ruby Heart is her second new-adult novel, and she’s hard at work on the next titles in the Neve & Egan series.

 

Website: http://cristelle-comby.com

 

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/cristelle.comby

 

Twitter: http://twitter.com/Cristelle

 

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Cristelle%20Comby&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank

 

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

 

Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Ruby-Heart-Neve-cases-Volume/dp/1492813435/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1381412557&sr=8-2&keywords=cristelle+comby

 

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Ruby-Heart-Neve-cases-ebook/dp/B00FRDV51I/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1381412557&sr=8-3&keywords=cristelle+comby

Readers, Cristelle is giving away a printed, signed copy of Ruby Heart and her first book in the series Russian Dolls to a random commenter.  US only, please. You can find her schedule at  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/11/virtual-book-tour-ruby-heart-by.html
 
Good luck with your book, Cristelle! 

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Saturday Sample and Snippet Sunday: Flood

I finished the edits on my current WIP and sent it to the publisher yesterday. Keep your fingers crossed that they like it. I thought I'd share an excerpt from the book which is titled Flood.
I'd really love to know your opinion.


He set his jaw against the sudden urge to touch her. Her skin would feel like velvet under his hand as he looked into her eyes and slowly lowered his mouth to her moist, red lips. She would taste as sweet as sugar as she allowed him access to her mouth. Then she’d touch him. Her arms would surround him and pull him close. The kissing would intensify as masculine skin met feminine.
Caleb drew a deep breath. This line of thinking had to stop right now. Aria was his boss, not his lover.

Photo Credit:  By Walter Siegmund (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or CC-BY-2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5)], via Wikimedia Commons

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Fatal Trust


Fatal Trust

by Diana Miller

 

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BLURB:

 

Stepping her perfect Jimmy Choos into place beside Ben Gallagher’s wounded Nikes, straitlaced Philadelphia lawyer Catherine Barrington is surprisingly unable to resist the disarming small-town mechanic’s charm. He’s one of the heirs to the vast fortune left by his eccentric grandfather Max, a bestselling horror writer, and she’s there to carry out Max’s last wishes. Routine enough…except that inheriting comes with a catch: none of Max’s heirs will get a penny until they’ve lived together for two weeks in the shadow-filled rooms of his mansion in the wooded hills near Lake Superior.

 

From beyond the grave, a letter from Max insists that his death was no accident, sending Catherine undercover—and way out of her comfort zone—to catch the killer. Posing as Lexie, Ben's cocktail waitress girlfriend, Catherine soon finds herself trapped with the feuding clan at the sinister Nevermore manor. To save her own life, she’ll have to confront the murderer, as well as her growing attraction to Ben—a top suspect.


Excerpt:


Catherine woke abruptly, opening her eyes in the total blackness, her heart hammering. It must have been a nightmare, one she couldn’t remember even though it must have scared her to death. She glanced at the clock: 11:47. She closed her eyes again.

 

“I’m counting on you to find out who killed me.”

 

Her blood turned to ice. “Who is it?” she asked, unnecessarily, since she knew that distinctive voice.

 

“You know who I am, Catherine. Just remember the money is the key. Because I really was murdered.”

 

She was finally alert enough to think to switch on the bedside lamp. For an instant she swore she saw Max Windsor standing across the room by the dresser, studying her.

 

But it couldn’t be. She blinked twice.

 

When she focused on the spot by the dresser again, it was empty.
 
 
 
 
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
When she was eight, Diana Miller decided she wanted to be Nancy Drew. But no matter how many garbage cans she dug through, conversations she “accidentally” overheard, and attics she searched, she never found a single cryptic letter, hidden staircase, or anything else even remotely mysterious. She worked as a lawyer, a soda jerk, a stay-at-home mom, a hospital admitting clerk, and a conference host before deciding that the best way to inject suspense into her otherwise satisfying life was by writing about it.
 
Diana is a five-time nominee for the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award, including for Fatal Trust, and won a Golden Heart for her debut novel Dangerous Affairs. She lives in the Twin Cities with her family.
 
LINKS:
 
My website link is dianamillerwriter.com.
 
My Amazon page  is: http://www.amazon.com/Fatal-Trust-Kindle-Serial-Miller-ebook/dp/B00FX7SLLA/ref=zg_bs_5044445011_8
 
 
 
Readers, I don't know about you, but that excerpt made me shiver.  This book sounds like a winner to me.  Diana is giving away a $25 gift certificate to a random commenter so follow her tour and comment often. You can find her schedule at http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/11/virtual-super-book-blast-tour-fatal.html