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Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Final Days of the Wolf's Bane Tour...

The darkness remained at the edges, content to let the sun shine while it was the sun's proper time to do so. But night would fall. It always did. The sky turned, the wheel turned, and eventually, we turned with it. --Wolf's Bane (Demimonde #3)

We are in the last week of Wolf's Bane release tour... and the full moon is approaching once more.

I remember watching the moon as I wrote this final book in the trilogy. I'd found the coolest little app for my Windows phone and kept track of the moon's swell and wane throughout the months. Each night, I'd check the sky to see where in the Wheel we were and I'd contemplate my character, Sophie, doing the same thing... counting the days until the moon would shine full and reveal her fate. Each chapter reflects the wax and the wane of the moon as we count down the days with her.

The moon reaches full on Saturday, and in the days that follow it we'll be wrapping up the tour. There will be another Demimonde Companion story going up on Wattpad.com...this one a deleted chapter from Wolf's Bane.

We'll also be finding out the winners of the various giveaways. Haven't entered? Find the two Rafflecopters here and here, and the Goodreads giveaway here.




The final week of tour stops:

July 7 Spotlight and review

The Bookie Monster 


(Bewitching Tour Stop)

 

July 8 Spotlight

The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom


(Bewitching Tour Stop)

 

July 8 review

Vampires, Werewolves, & Fairies Oh My!


 

July 9 Guest blog

Science Fiction and Such


(Bewitching Tour Stop)

 

July 10 Spotlight

Lisa’s World of Books


(Bewitching Tour Stop)

 

July 10 Spotlight

Shah Wharton, author


 

July 10 review

Jeep Diva


 

July 11 Spotlight

Roxanne’s Realm


(Bewitching Tour Stop)

 

July 11 Review

A Cup of Coffee and a Book


 

July 14 Guest blog

Fang-tastic Books


(Bewitching Tour Stop)

 

July 15 Review

Pure Jonel


 

July 15 Spotlight

Danyelle Leafty, author

http://myth-takes.blogspot.com/



July 15 Spotlight

Terri Rochenski, author


 

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Monday, October 7, 2013

ARC Tour: #ARCHETYPE by MD Waters

Where in the world is ARCHETYPE?



 I'm thrilled to be a part of MD Waters' ARC tour for her debut sci-fi thriller, ARCHETYPE. A copy of ARCHETYPE came to visit me at my home in Northeast PA for a few weeks while we got to know each other.
 
I don't get a chance to read a lot of science fiction. A shame, really, since I'm bonafide Nerdian, through and through. Star Trek, Doctor Who, Fringe...mmmmm...
 
Here's a couple pictures from our vacation here in the Pee Yay Coal Region...




At Denny's in Wilkes-Barre, PA
First thing we did was go for breakfast. Most important meal of the day and all that, right? Poor ARC wasn't hungry, though, and I didn't want those pancake puppies to go to waste. (I have since decided that all pancakes must be spherical, loaded with chocolate chips, and smothered in peanut butter. Thank you, ARC-ARCHy.)

It was a tough job, deciding where to take the ARC. If you're from this area of NEPA, you'd know that we are in the middle of everything, surrounded by absolutely nothing. Nothing but history, really.




 
St. Nick's Breaker, Mahanoy City PA
Mahanoy City recently celebrated its 150th birthday. This is an old mining town with a rich and colorful past that lies in the next valley over. I thought it would be a nice spot for a pic because the breaker, which ran from 1931 to 1963 and was one the largest in the world, is currently being demolished. It's old tech. There's new tech on the way--a new St. Nick's Breaker started running in 1972, just down the road, leaving the old one to be abandoned. I'll miss that old thing--it had a certain beauty to it, in all its broken windowed glory.

We don't just produce coal here...we farm the wind, too. Up the mountain from Mahanoy City stand the Locust Ridge I and II Wind Farms, which boast 64 wind mills. It's unsettling, sometimes, to be cruising along a hillside road when KABLAM a windmill pokes its head over the top of the mountain like a curious giant. I remember when the mills were being trucked into the area...tied up traffic like a tremendous pain in the dupa (local speak but I'm sure you can figure it out). I like the sound they make, a kind of humming whomph whomph whomph.

And, for these country parts, that's about as high tech as we get. ;D

The other shots are just to give a sense of how perfect this time of the year is--early autumn, when the leaves are just stating to change. It's a netherworld between seasons, when the grass is still green but the leaves are bleeding and beginning to swoon. Caught between life and death, early October precariously perches on a high wire, waiting for the perfect moment to fall.

Definitely my favorite time of the year.


 
 
I really enjoyed reading ARCHETYPE and am looking forward to  the sequel, PROTOTYPE. The pacing is dizzy-fast and the characters are multi-dimensional. It was all too easy to get sucked into the story and I actually began to despair when I approached the ending. I didn't want the book to be over...
 
 
ARCHETYPE by MD Waters
Emma wakes in a hospital, with no memory of what came before. Her husband, Declan, a powerful, seductive man, provides her with new memories, but her dreams contradict his stories showing her a past life she can’t believe possible: memories of war, of a camp where girls are trained to be wives, of love for another man. Something inside her tells her not to speak of this but she does not know why. She only knows she is at war with herself.

Suppressing those dreams during her daylight hours, Emma lets Declan mold her into a happily married woman, and begins to fall in love with him. But the day Noah stands before her, the line between her reality and dreams shatters.

In a future where women are a rare commodity, Emma fights for freedom but is held captive by the love of two men—one her husband, the other her worst enemy. If only she could remember which is which… 
 
Pre-Order ARCHETYPE!
 
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Meet  MD Waters
M.D. WATERS lives with her family in Maryland. Archetype (2/6/14 from Dutton Books) is her first novel. Its sequel, Prototype, will be published in July 2014. Ms. Waters is represented by Jennifer Weltz @ JVNLA.
 
 
Find MD Waters
 
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Follow ARCHETYPE on its blog tour...
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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Book Tour: Shadow Embraced by Cheree Smith


 
Shadow Embraced
(Haven #1)
No escape.
Those words haunt Scar’s dreams. She thinks the creature that terrorises her while asleep isn’t real, but when she’s abducted and taken to a reform school meant to contain creatures too dangerous to function in society, she starts to wonder whether she isn’t some monster.
She turns to an underground fight club full of vampires, werewolves and witches established by the students to control her urges, and who is she kidding, she loves to fight.
When fighters begin to disappear, turning Scar into the prime suspect, she must race to prove her innocence before her true nature is exposed.
The only problem is that she’s not entirely sure she’s innocent.
 
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Cheree Smith
Cheree Smith lives in a country town in Australia as a high school English teacher where she writes paranormal, horror and dark stories for young adults. She enjoys listening to and learning about legends and myths, watching scary movies and dreaming up new worlds where monsters can come alive. When she is not in her writing cave she can be found listening to music, even dabbling in the occasional writing of music or reading.
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Shadow Embraced by Cheree Smith is now on tour!

Check all the amazing stops out and join the International giveaway we’re running here below the schedule and on every blog hosting this tour!
 
Shadow Embraced Tour schedule:

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Chapter 1

 
THE PALE GIRL KNOCKS ME BACK AGAINST THE fleshy wall of the crowd with a couple of hard smacks. I scramble away from a woman in a purple dress, my eyes on my opponent. Over the pulsing music, the crowd keeps up their tribal chant:

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

This is my first time at The Basement – innovative name for a club set up on the second-storey. The dim lights and smoky atmosphere make the graffiti on the walls blaze. Between the pinball machines, sagging lounges, and the close-pressed crowd, there isn’t much room to manoeuvre.

“What are you waiting for?” the girl hisses. She could be Snow White with her porcelain skin and long, raven hair. “You started this. It was between me and her.” She extends one long finger towards my best friend, Alex.

Alex watches from the side-line. This is becoming the norm. Whenever we go out she always gets in trouble and I’m the one to fix it – usually with some bloodshed.

I don’t know what Alex did to piss this poisonous cow off, but now I want blood.

My opponent launches at me. I shield my face from her punches. It all comes down to waiting for an opening. She’s fast, almost as fast as me. It’s difficult to maintain my balance long enough to strike back.

I duck under a right hook and seize my chance. I throw an uppercut and knock her pale ass to the ground.

A single word roars through the room. “Scatter!”

The tight circle breaks and chaos erupts. The girl springs to her feet. The need to fight still blazes in her eyes, but there’s something else emerging as well. Her eyes change to a deep crimson. I stumble back, trying to suppress the cold fear swimming in my gut.

The woman in purple looms closer. Her dress drags along the floor as she moves. Grabbing my opponent by the arm, she whispers something in her ear.

The woman’s gaze meets mine. Her eyes are as white as quartz with a translucent glaze. I can’t take my attention off of her. I hadn’t noticed the long black stick she carries until now. Her body twists in my direction and she pushes people out of the way with her stick as she nears, dragging the girl – who thrashes and screams – behind her. The girl’s red eyes still focused on me.

I can’t move.

The room plunges into darkness, leaving only the faint bank of emergency lights marking the stairs.

“Come on, Scar. We have to get out of here.” Alex seizes my arm, forcing me back into reality. She pulls me towards the scattering of kids that remain from the mass exodus.

By the time we reach the exit, sirens howl above the noise. The only means of escape is cut off and people charge back up the stairs, taking refuge on the darkened dance floor. The cops block the exit and seal the room.

A strong hand grips my shoulder and jerks me backwards into a group of girls. I fall to the ground and heavy individuals trample on my legs. A cop forces my hands behind my back and secures them in cool metal cuffs.

He pulls me to my feet and leads me down the packed staircase.

“I’ve got it from here,” a familiar voice says as a hand clutches my shoulder. “I’m sure they still need your help inside.”

“Okay,” the cop says, relinquishing his hold of me. “If you’re sure.”

“I am.” The new cop takes me over to his car and unfastens the cuffs. Opening the back door, he says, “You know, I can’t keep doing this for you.”

I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off.

“I don’t want to hear it. We’ll talk about this at home.”

I slide onto the vinyl seat and close the door. “Sorry, Dad,” I whisper.

I lean my head against the cold window of the car door and wait for the car to start up. It takes about five minutes before Dad’s sitting behind the wheel and we’re heading away from the club.

An involuntary shiver creeps up my spine as the image of the woman in purple comes to mind. It really looked as if she was coming for me. I don’t even want to think about what she wanted. Turning my attention to the passing scenery, I shake all thoughts of that woman out of my head.

The streetlights forge speech bubbles of illumination in the air. A faint glow from the moon casts eerie shadows behind the dark clouds. The early morning streets of Sydney are still packed with people coming and going from clubs. Most of the girls look like they borrow all their clothes from their little sisters. The guys, on the other hand, choose a different style; fighting hard to keep their pants from falling down. For some reason, they think it’s an appealing look.

I turn my head to face the back of Dad’s seat. His messy auburn hair pokes out from beneath his blue hat. He takes an occasional glimpse at me from the central mirror.

The car slams to the right as we turn a corner and my heart jerks against my ribs. We stop at the curb in front of an aging two-storey redbrick townhouse. Dad gets out and moves around to my door. He opens it and waits for me to get out – without saying a single word to me.

I glance at the house. Mum stands in the open doorway, and she doesn’t look happy. She still has her nurse uniform on. Strands of tangled sandy hair fall free of her ponytail.

I stop in front of her. “Hi, Mum.” My voice comes out as a whisper.

Mum stares at me with puffy hazel eyes for a moment before turning around and going back inside.

“You’d better get to your room.” Dad enters the apartment and leaves me standing in the doorway. “Your mother and I will speak with you later.”

I force my legs to continue moving, staring at the brownish carpet that lines the floor.

Gripping the banister, I launch myself up the stairs. The scent of lavender and bleach drifting around me brings a nauseous wave to my stomach.

I rush to my room, ignoring the loud conversation coming from my parents’ room, and close the door behind me. All the movie stars and bands from the posters covering my walls watch me with accusing eyes.

Wiping the tears away, I throw myself onto the bed without even bothering to pull the sheets down. Feeling the soft mattress beneath me, I draw my eyes shut. I can only muster enough strength to kick my shoes off before the endless abyss of sleep overtakes me.

* * *

The scene plays out as if I’m watching a movie. I stand in a church. Don’t ask me why – I’m not religious, and I’m not even sure if I’ve set foot inside a real one. Thin streamers of light drift through the dirt encrusted stained glass, making spider webs glisten high up in the rafters. The few pews that remain standing sag. The rest is kindling strewn across the floor.

I move down the aisle. The floorboards creak beneath my feet. Each step launches billows of dust through the air. I can see it. A single mirror stands at the far end beside a pedestal that holds a golden chalice. Believe me, I don’t want to be anywhere near it, but my feet have a mind of their own.

The mirror is not normal. Its surface casts no reflection. All I can see beneath the glass is a vast sea of jet-black nothingness, and yet, I know something is hiding there within the shadows. Something that waits for me, watching me. That’s what scares me the most.

‘No escape,’ a voice that doesn’t sound human sneers.

A scent drifts past my nose and makes my mouth water. It smells like cinnamon and honey, but I know it isn’t. My gaze dances around the hall, coming to rest on the chalice.

As I reach out, every nerve screams I must have it. Using my other hand, I try to stop myself. I don’t want it, I only have to tell my mutinous hand that. It won’t stop. I grip the smooth stem. It pulsates with warmth. The thick crimson liquid swirls within the bowl. I raise the cup to my mouth and my heart races as the warm liquid touches my lips.

‘No escape,’ the voice repeats in a low growl.
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Upcoming BLOOD RUSH Cover Reveal Tour

 
 
 
Join us December 5, 2012 when Dark World Books hosts my cover reveal for BLOOD RUSH: Book Two of the Demimonde!
 
BLOOD RUSH (Demimonde #2) is forthcoming with Pink Narcissus Press May 14, 2013.
 
Dark World Books offers customized boutique services for independent and published authors of Urban/Dark Fantasy, Dystopian, Steampunk, YA Paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Historical Romance and Dark Erotica genres.
 
 
Blood Rush Cover Reveal Hosts’ list:
 
 
New to the Demimonde? Click HERE to see what readers are saying about BLEEDING HEARTS: Book One of the Demimonde.
 


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