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Poisoned Web

The Deizian Empire – Book Two

Crista McHugh

Poisoned coverGenre: Fantasy Romance /SF Romance / Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 978-1-940559-99-5

Number of pages: 278

Word Count:  78K

Cover Artist: Jaycee Delorenzo at Sweet ‘N Spicy Designs

Book Description:

The fate of the empire hangs on one slave breaking her silence…

As the Deizian Empire prepares for the upcoming wedding of Emperor Titus Sergius Flavus and Azruha, one mystery remains unsolved—the sudden and unexplained death of the former emperor. And as her wedding gift to Titus, Azurha wants to give him answers. She suspects an unknown poison was involved, and her search for the truth enlists two unlikely allies.

Modius Varro’s thirst for knowledge caused an uproar in Emona three years ago and exiled him to the border town of Madrena. But when Titus falls victim to the same poison, his expertise in medicine becomes essential in solving both the riddle of the former emperor’s death and finding a cure to save the current one. His search leads him to far reaches of the Alpirion realm, to an ancient culture shrouded in secrets, and into the arms of one slave who must break her silence to save the empire.

Short Excerpt:

A roar ripped through the city of Emona, slapping against the walls of the Imperial Palace and making them quake under the force of the noise. The members of the Legion stiffened, their fingers tightening around the hilts of their swords. And all but two of the slaves ran deeper into the inner confines of the palace.

Izana and Farros stood in the middle of the courtyard, refusing to shrink in fear like the other Alpirions.

She glanced at her fellow slave, meeting his gaze in a silent challenge before bolting toward the outer wall. Neck and neck, they raced, the sun beating down on their skin and the thin shimmer of sweat that coated it. Izana ducked under Farros’s well-muscled arms when they reached the narrow staircase to the upper ramparts, using her smaller size to her advantage. She wanted to be the first person to see the newly engaged imperial couple enter the palace. She needed to see her mistress wearing the crown proclaiming her to be the future empress. And she prayed that this would be the first step in gaining freedom for her people.

Her lungs burned in protest as she ran into the wall, but her heart leaped with joy. Even though the carriage carrying Emperor Sergius and his bride-to-be was over a mile down the road, the crowd still cheered outside the palace walls. The people loved Lady Azurha, loved that she had been one of them, that she had walked along these very streets before she found her way into the palace and won the heart of the emperor. By now, the whole city knew how she’d saved his life from Pontus, one of the emperor’s cousins who coveted the throne for himself.

But very few knew the whole truth—that Azurha was the Rabbit, the most feared assassin in the empire. Varro had made those directly attending to the imperial couple swear to this a secret, but how quickly had the gossip spread before he made them take that oath?

Farros leaned against the wall beside her, his massive chest still heaving from their race. Did he know the truth?

“I think my lady’s fears were for naught,” she said, sweeping her hand toward the crowded streets below. “Look at how they cheer for an Alpirion empress.”

His dark eyes glinted with cynicism. “They cheer now, but how long do you think it will last? How many Deizians will bend their knee to a former slave?”

“More than you think.” But his words jabbed a sliver of fear into her chest. She chewed her bottom lip as she started counting the enemies Lady Azurha had made in the last three weeks. For starters, there was Governor Hostilius and his spoiled daughter, Claudia. Not to mention some other Deizians who believed the emperor was soiling the royal line by marrying a woman outside their race.

As though he knew what she’d been thinking, Farros gave a slow nod. “The Deizians may be few, but they hold all the power.” The muscle rippled along his jaw before he added, “For now.”

Nervous laughter bubbled up from her throat. “Are you suggesting someone is plotting to overthrow the emperor and his people?”

“Our people managed to withstand Deizian conquest for centuries.”

The dark intensity of his statement quickened her pulse. She took a step back, studying the man beside her. Farros was built more for the gladiatorial ring than the imperial household, where he worked in the stables. The sleeves of his tunic rose high enough to partially expose a tattoo on the inside of his bicep. He stared at the procession below, the sun reflecting off his freshly shaven head and coppery skin, the corded muscles in his forearms flexing as he pumped his hands into fists. If he wanted, he could snap her neck in a matter of seconds.

He looked back to her, his face sliding into the flirtatious smile he normally wore around her. Only now, she knew it was a mask. She’d glimpsed the man behind it.

“Why do you look so worried, Izana?”

“Because you talk like a man destined for trouble.”

Farros took her hand and pulled her back to the wall, caging her between his body and the stone bricks. The pounding of her heart drowned out the celebration below, but she still heard his low voice whispering in her ear, “As slaves, we’ve been told that as long as we obey our masters, we have nothing to fear. But that may not always be the case.”

Her breath caught, giving her a few precious seconds to choose her words carefully. “You are not my master.”

“Come now, Izana,” he continued, his hot breath bathing the hollow of her neck where the mark of her former owner was still visible. “How many men have mastered you over the years?”

Fury sizzled through her veins, driving away her fear. She rammed her elbow under his ribs. The air whooshed out of his lungs, and his arms retracted to cradle his injury, allowing her to escape. She retreated until she was well out of arm’s reach before replying, “I’m no longer engaged in that business, and unless you wish for me to tell my mistress everything, you’ll keep your hands to yourself.”

Her feet flew down the stairs in tempo with her pulse, never stopping until she was safely within the palace. Thankfully, Farros didn’t give chase. He was probably still doubled over on the ramparts.

Varro, the palace steward, stood beside the locked doors leading to the emperor’s private quarters. He pressed his hand against the plate as she approached, his brown eyes never missing a thing. “Is something wrong, Izana?”

She shook her head. “The sun was very warm today. I’m sure Lady Azurha will be ready for a dip in the tepidarium when she returns.”

Varro nodded, even though his expression told her he didn’t quite believe her. It didn’t matter. Once she was behind those doors, she was safe. But despite the cool tile beneath her bare feet, her cheeks still burned, and her gut twisted as though it held a den of snakes.

From now on, she needed to be wary of Farros.

About the Author:

cristaGrowing up in small town Alabama, Crista relied on story-telling as a natural way for her to pass the time and keep her two younger sisters entertained.

She currently lives in the Audi-filled suburbs of Seattle with her husband and two children, maintaining her alter ego of mild-mannered physician by day while she continues to pursue writing on nights and weekends.

Just for laughs, here are some of the jobs she’s had in the past to pay the bills: barista, bartender, sommelier, stagehand, actress, morgue attendant, and autopsy assistant.

And she’s also a recovering LARPer. (She blames it on her crazy college days)

For the latest updates, deleted scenes, and answers to any burning questions you have, please check out her webpage  www.CristaMcHugh.com

Find Crista online at:

 Twitter: twitter.com/crista_mchugh

Facebook: www.facebook.com/CristaMcHugh

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3035791.Crista_McHugh

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Review: In Love With A Wicked Man by Liz Carlyle

Win a PRINT copy of In Love With A Wicked Man by NY Times Best Selling Author, Liz Carlyle, compliments of Avon Books!

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In Love With A Wicked Man

Liz Carlyle

Wicked Man coverGenre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Avon Books
Date of Publication: 10/29/2013
ISBN: 9780062100290

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Review:

Liz Carlyle has once again proven why she’s ranked on the New York Time’s Bestselling Author list with her recent release, In Love With A Wicked Man.

It all begins when Lord Edward Quartermaine, a “wicked” man who owns a successful gaming establishment in London, is on his way to inspect a property he recently purchased in the Somerset countryside. All is well and good until Kate/Lady d’Allenay’s horse jumps a fence, nearly colliding with the handsome stranger. An ensuing fall  leaves Edward with a bout of amnesia. Feeling quite guilty about causing his injury, Kate insists the poor man recuperate at her estate.

The attraction between the characters explodes quickly . . . which I thoroughly enjoyed! But alas, as with any good romance, there must be some conflict. Just as Kate and Edward are generating enough steam to run a river boat down the Thames, enter her mother and ex-boyfriend – a man determined to win Kate back. Of course, Edward soon regains his memory further complicating the road to romance. The rest is a tangled but entertaining journey of two people discovering true love.

Sigh. This is not a mocking sigh, by any means. It’s a sigh of contentment because I’ve just read a wonderful book which satisfied my penchant for romance but was not so predictable that I lost interest. If you enjoy historical romance . . . or romance of any genre . . . you must read In Love With A Wicked Man. Or better yet, leave a comment and perhaps you can win your very own PRINT copy!!!

 

Book Description:

New York Times bestselling author Liz Carlyle has created a breathtaking new romance about a man without scruples and the lady who brings him to his knees.

What does it matter if Kate, Lady d’Allenay, has absolutely no marriage prospects?

She has a castle to tend, an estate to run, and a sister to watch over, which means she is never, ever reckless. Until an accident brings a handsome, virile stranger to Bellecombe Castle, and Kate finds herself tempted to surrender to her houseguest’s wicked kisses.

Disowned by his aristocratic family, Lord Edward Quartermaine has turned his gifted mind to ruthless survival. Feared and vilified as proprietor of London’s most notorious gaming salon, he now struggles to regain his memory, certain of only one thing: he wants all Kate is offering—and more.

But when Edward’s memory returns, he and Kate realize how much they have wagered on a scandalous passion that could be her ruin, but perhaps his salvation.
 

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

In Which Lady d’Allenay

Plans a House Party

1850

Somerset

 

Family lore had long held that when the ancient Barons d’Allenay were no more, the Kingdom of Great Britain would crumble. For better than five hundred years, an unbroken if often tangled line of these noble gentlemen had held control of the vast Somerset estates collectively known as Bellecombe, which had been the seat of the Barons d’Allenay since the time of Henry V.

But at long last, after the fortunes of the barony had waxed and waned a dozen times, there finally came the day when there was no Lord d’Allenay.

No one was less pleased by this unfortunate turn than Kate, Lady d’Allenay. But the kingdom did not, after all, crumble.

And the fortune? Regrettably, that was definitely on the wane—and all of Bellecombe with it. But Lady d’Allenay had never been without pragmatism. Indeed, from the earliest years of her girlhood, her grandfather, the thirteenth Baron d’Allenay, had been wont to pat her on the head and declare her the sensible one.

Indeed, she could hardly have been the beautiful one. That honorific had fallen to her late brother, Stephen. Certainly she was not the charming one, for her little sister, Nancy, had half the county’s male population eating from the palm of her hand. So all that was left to Lady d’Allenay, it seemed, was pragmatism. And from the age of eight, when she had realized that her frivolous parents were not to be relied upon, she’d striven to cultivate that dull virtue.

“—and do it pillowslip by bloody damned pillowslip!” she added through clenched teeth.

“Beg pardon, m’lady?” enquired a voice behind her.

“Never mind, Peppie,” Lady d’Allenay called back to her housekeeper. Then, with a clever twist, the baroness extracted herself from the depths of a massive linen press and presented Mrs. Peppin with a stack of fresh pillowslips. “New!” she declared triumphantly.

“Why, so they are!” Mrs. Peppin’s eyes widened.

“I had a dozen put back,” Lady d’Allenay confessed, “in anticipation of just such an emergency. The old ones we’ll mend. Remind the maids to set them darning side down when they make up all the guest rooms.”

“You always were such a sensible girl, miss,” said Mrs. Peppin, gazing lovingly upon the crisp fabric.

“And full of pragmatism,” added Lady d’Allenay rather too cheerfully.

But not beauty. Or wit. Or red-gold ringlets. Her housekeeper, however, had not seen new linen in a decade, and was awed into silence by its magnificence.

“Well, that’s sorted.” With a businesslike flip of her chatelaine, Lady d’Allenay checked the time on her watch. “I’m off to the new rectory shortly to inspect the construction.”

But Mrs. Peppin pointed through a nearby window. “There be a gurt black sky out, my lady.”

“Well, drat.” Kate glanced at the gathering storm. “Nancy’s taking tea at the rectory. Which means we can expect Mr. Burnham and his mother for dinner. He’ll doubtless drive Nancy home.”

“Oh, aye,” Mrs. Peppin said dryly. “An act of pure Christian charity, that.”

“Just warn Cook.” Kate turned to lock the press. “I’ll get busy mending for Mother’s visit. Oh, and do remind Fendershot to inventory the cellars. Aurélie’s friends do drink quite a shocking amount of wine.”

“A body can scarce count the bottles flying,” muttered the housekeeper.

“I do hope we don’t have to order more champagne,” Kate fretted, setting off down the passageway. “It’s so frightfully expensive—but Aurélie declares she cannot abide Italian vintages.”

“Oh, la, la, her delicate French blood!” Mrs. Peppin was not a devotee of Lady d’Allenay’s mother—or her friends.

“Per’aps you ought to tell Mrs. Wentworth we can ill afford to have them?”

“I did do last year, you’ll recall,” said Kate as they started down the sweeping staircase, “but this year . . . well, the thing is, Peppie, she’s found out about the glebe land.”

“My word! How?”

“Nancy probably wrote.” Kate shrugged. “And I’m sure Aurélie has concluded that if we’re building a new rectory and giving the Church acreage, Bellecombe must be a little flush.”

“I wish, miss, you didn’t have to call your own mother by her Christian name.”

Kate sighed. “But Mamma makes her feel old, Peppie. You know Aurélie requires pampering. It seems a small indulgence.”

Mrs. Peppin sighed. “How many is Mrs. Wentworth bringing for shooting season?”

“Just her usual.” Kate mentally counted. “There will be the Comte de Macey again, I daresay—”

“—if the French pox hasn’t carried him off,” muttered the housekeeper.

“Really, Peppie, you’re uncharitable,” said Kate smoothly. “Besides, the two of them are just old friends now. Aurélie’s current lover is a merchant banker, I believe.”

“And a rich one, too, I don’t doubt.”

Kate paused on the landing. “Yes, but if one must love, is it not better to love someone rich? That’s what I keep telling Nancy.”

“Little good that’s done,” said Mrs. Peppin. “Who else, then?”

“Her bosom beau Lady Julia. And—oh, yes!—a young gentleman. Sir Francis something-or-

other. I collect she thought he might flirt and sigh over Nancy, and thereby distract her.”

“Your mother’s wicked gentlemen friends generally expect a bit more of a lady than flirting and sighing.”

“Mrs. Peppin, you quite shock my virginal sensibilities.” Kate turned the next landing, and set off in a different direction from the housekeeper. “Well, I’m off to the parlor with this pile of tatty linen.”

“Hmm,” said the housekeeper. “Perhaps you ought to be off to tea with a handsome young man like your sister?”

But Kate marched on down the passageway, and pretended she didn’t hear.

About The Author:

Liz_CarlyleA lifelong Anglophile, Liz Carlyle started reading Gothic novels under the bed covers by flashlight. She is the author of sixteen historical romances, including several New York Times bestsellers. Liz travels incessantly, ever in search of the perfect setting for her next book. Along with her genuine romance-hero husband and four very fine felines, she makes her home in North Carolina.

Website: http://www.lizcarlyle.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/liz.carlyle

Twitter: @lizcarlyle

Author Interview: Nick Kelly & CONTEST!!!

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INTERVIEW with author Nick Kelly:

Sometimes I meet talent and think, “Wow! This person has their s**t together. Look at everything they’ve accomplished.” And then they amaze me even more by adding to their growing list of achievements.

Nick Kelly is such a person.

I could say “author” Nick Kelly, since I’m focusing on his recently released novel, Catwalk: Messiah but that hardly covers the extent of this man’s ability.

Nick, your bio on the Horrorview.com website describes you as a musician and writer. Digging a little deeper, I discovered you are also a lifestyle coach/trainer and public speaker. How do you manage to juggle all your many hats? And what drives you to keep multi-tasking?

Thanks, Deb. I appreciate the kind words. I think everything I do is born from music. My love of the stage, and telling stories, and making people laugh…all of it goes back to spending half my life on stage as a musician. I’ve expanded that to coaching and training people on everything from entrepreneurship to online safety. I simply find something that I find fascinating and share it with as many people who will listen!

Your tag at Horrorview is “Catwalk”. How did you come up with the name? Should I assume the lead character in your book, Leon “Catwalk” Caliber, exhibits some of your personality traits?

The Catwalk character existed long before I joined the staff at Horrorview.com. I became the indie film (and book) guy over the last few years, so I get to view and read the works of many unknown authors and filmmakers. It’s a great gig.  Cat and I share a number of personality traits, though I’ve never been a hitman. We share a love of motorcycles and driving fast, loud music, cutting edge technology, and the Pandora’s box that is human potential. I think he’s some of my traits to the absolute extreme.

You’re published in comic books and other types of media. Why write a book? How does your approach to writing a book differ from a comic book?

I grew up on comics. Back in Philly, my grandfather (for whom I’m named) owned a trucking company and a recycling business. He would bring us tons of comics, including Star Wars, The Uncanny X-Men, and The Amazing Spider-Man, to name a few. Comics were a passion my whole life (and still are). Catwalk’s first appearance was in a comic titled Independent Voices 3 which launched on September 11, 2001. It failed miserably in the States, because it was a violent story made public at a time when we were all reeling from a violence we’ve never experienced before. The comic actually serves as a prequel to the book.

Writing a comic can be very different from writing a book. I find my process to writing a novel is very comic-like. I visualize everything. I storyboard. Even writing books, I still write as if the ultimate product will be a comic or a movie.

Catwalk: Messiah has been described by reviewers as dark, futuristic, sci-fi, dystopian, steampunk . . . even detective noir. How much research was involved in world building, and what made you decide on a cybernetically enhanced main character for your post-apocalyptic tale?

I think the universe introduced in the Catwalk stories is a distinct, if pessimistic, possibility. Think about everything we do with our smart phones – which are so much more than phones, let’s face it. Technology advancements in the next decade are bound to lead to expanded nanotechnology and potentially cybernetics, and that is an amazing thing. Think about how different life could be for a wounded veteran if the technology could replace a limb and give him back full use of an arm or a leg.

The Catwalk tone is all about telling the story set in that realm. He’s a super-charged private eye working in a realm where technology is not just acceptable, it’s stylish. Think Bionic Man meets Phillip Marlowe.

This is the first book in a series. How many installments do you envision? What can we expect from Book Two?

I actually wrote Book Two (“Catwalk: Lineage”) before Book One, but it wasn’t an acceptable origin story. It expanded the universe too much. So, I went back and wrote this one to introduce Cat to the world. I have the first four books basically finished up, with a skeleton in place for Book Five. Book Two is going to introduce some very fun new villains who I think fans will enjoy. One is based on my older brother. Is that dark and subliminal somehow? Is it wrong to put your anti-hero against a crime lord you based on your brother? I’ll let the readers comment on that.

You are currently co-authoring the Urban Samurai series with wife, Stacia, as “NS Kelly”. How does that work – two authors living under the same roof and contributing to the same project? How do you resolve creative differences?

Stacia has her own series, The Goddess Chronicles, beginning with “Phyxe: Goddess of Fire.” Her series are more fantasy and romance. With the Samurai series, starting with “Ichi”, we sort of meet in the middle. Her lead character is a 1,000 year old samurai, and my character is a homicide cop who needs to see everything in black and white, who believes nothing supernatural until he gets attacked by a demon.

Writing together has been a really fun experience. We approach the writing process very differently, but we challenge one another well, and the criticism is always constructive. We’ve worked together at a number of different jobs, so we know how to get along in a professional environment. Plus, the plotting sessions in the hot tub are a nice plus.

(Stacia and I actually joined fellow authors Phillipa Ballentine and Tee Morris to discuss this topic. Check out the podcast: http://www.theshareddesk.com/2013/07/23/episode-24-collaborating-couples-wbtr/)

And now, what can you tell us about “coaching those new to the entrepreneur’s lifestyle?” How did coaching and speaking evolve from the many facets of your world? Also, please feel free to include websites, contact information, etc for any readers who wish to learn more about your services.

Most of us have been educated on what it takes to be a great employee, but not to be a successful business owner. Stacia and I not only write together, but we also are business partners in a health and wellness business. She is a holistic health coach with a Ph.D. I jumped on board when our product line added a healthy, all natural energy drink (see: exhibit A. “musician”).  As we’ve grown our business, I’ve embraced training folks on what it takes to build a business, gain self-confidence, and help build their brand.  I’m scheduled to speak for a “Steps to Success” event on September 28th in Fredericksburg, VA. Anyone can attend and simply reach out to me for an invite. I’m happy to do virtual one-on-one coaching also via Skype (Nicholas.a.kelly). My site is www.nickkelly.com, I’m @Nick_Kelly on twitter, and I’m on Facebook as facebook.com/NickKellyAuthor. I love meeting new friends in the virtual world, so please don’t hesitate to hit me up!

Thank you, Nick, for joining me today. It’s been such a pleasure!

NOTE TO READERS:  I’ve included a Spotlight on Catwalk:Messiah following this interview. Also, Horror fans will enjoy the musings from this witty, talented and profound man at http://www.horrorview.com/. I encourage you to check it out!

 

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Leon “Catwalk” Caliber Series

Book One
Nick Kelly

Genre: Sci-Fi

ISBN: 978-0-9852837-5-9 

Number of pages: 249

Word Count: 70,266 

Cover Artist: Heidi Sutherlin 

Amazon

 

Book Description:

Nitro City, 2033.

Leon “Catwalk” Caliber left his cop job in DC behind, heading to the City of Angels to earn a living off the grid. He took a few odd jobs that called for his particular skill set – extortion, espionage, and the occasional hit – and managed to carve out a niche for himself among the Downtown dwellers.

All the changed when a new breed of MetaHuman cyborg appeared on the streets with explosive violence. Cat’s quiet existence is sent into turmoil when he finds himself right in the crosshairs. He must evade the assassin squads sent by a vengeful pimp, uncover the origin of these mysterious new mechs, and keep the cops off of his tail. Simple enough, except that the cybernetic technology that powers his body threatens to sever his humanity at any moment. Can the killer with a conscience find a cure, solve the case, get the girl, and live to see another day?

Short Excerpt:

“Okay, Sweetie, open your eyes.”

Leon “Catwalk” Caliber takes a long drag off of his cigarette. The voice on the vidscreen triggers the same sick taste in his throat as the first time he pressed the play button. The series of events on-screen remains the same: the awkward smile of the girl in the frame, the sweet and self-absorbed tone with which the man just off-camera delivers his dialogue, the slight, excited shaking of the camera as she looks up at him. Once again he asks the young girl which hand holds the coin, even though only his left hand is extended. She’s nervous. Her shoulders are pulled up, and her arms are tight to her body. She shifts to accommodate the tight fit of her school uniform. She blushes, the ghost of Shirley Temple, complete with pigtails and storybook innocence. She giggles and touches the back of the man’s gloved hand with a finger. She’s correct.

It’s the right hand that wields the bone saw.

Catwalk stops the recording. The glass next to him is empty, the bottle of bourbon almost the same. The dull glow of the paused recording is the only light in the loft, save a few blinking sensors from the bay that hosts his motorcycle and gear. He stares mutely at the image on the screen. He already has the rest of it memorized. The girl survives for another two minutes and 17 seconds. She doesn’t suffer long. Thank whatever God she believes in that she doesn’t feel what happens next. This killer doesn’t keep his victims alive along. He saves the mutilation and sex acts until after they’re dead. He doesn’t get off on torture, just the rush of ending a life … even that of an eight-year-old girl.

Cat takes a hold of his whiskey tumbler, mindlessly raising it to his lips. The lack of liquid distracts him from the screen. The video was an unexpected test. Someone hoping to remain anonymous had paid a deposit for his services. The instructions were simple. Watch the video. Find the killer. Get vengeance for the victims. Get proof. Get paid.

His yellow eyes return to the screen. His lips curl into a sneer. After watching the recording once, he was willing to do the job for free. That feeling amplified each time he watched the girl die. Cat chuckles out loud. He’s curious at his reaction. This chit never bothered him before. Why now? Why her?

He stands and walks away from the screen. He needs a break. He stands and stretches. The muscles along his arms and sides are sore. His legs and spine don’t protest. They’re hard-wired into his nervous system. Thanks to modern cybernetic technology, he can leap from the sidewalk to the top of an apartment complex, and outrun most of the commercial vehicles on the market.

The benefits aren’t without a curse. His immune system has never quite solved the riddle of his experimental cybernetics. Treatment is painful and expensive. He could use the money this job would bring in.

Catwalk stands in front of one of the windows, listening to the endless clamor of sirens, screams and gunfire in the distance. He’s chosen a nasty part of Downtown. It’s dangerous, but it’s very private. As a professional hitman, that’s worth the risk.

Running his hands through his jet black hair, he ties it into its customary ponytail. He looks over his shoulder at the custom-crafted, armored helmet resting on the counter. The triangular yellow cat’s eyes stare back at him. Cursing under his breath, Cat walks toward the helmet and the armored motorcycle behind it with cold intent.

There’s work to be done.

About the Author:

Nick KellyNick grew up on sci-fi, horror flicks, Dungeons and Dragons, good music, and recycled comic books. He has been published internationally as a comic book author and musician. He’s spent over half his life on stage from New York to Las Vegas. He is outspoken, supportive, and willing to take a good kick to the ribs for the right cause. When not touring the world, Nick lives at home with his blushing bride (and co-author), Dr. Stacia Kelly, their son, and a rotating roster of cats and dogs.

www.nickkelly.com

www.facebook.com/NickKellyAuthor

twitter @Nick_Kelly

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00BQD7J2W

Giveaway & Author Interview: WILLOW ROSE

I’m happy to welcome author WillowRose, an amazing writer who just released her latest book, “Savage” from the series, Daughters of the Jaguar… and one of my lucky readers will win a FREE copy!!! It’s easy – leave a comment with your contact information and we’ll draw the winning name at the end of the day on Friday, September 14th. 

About the Author:

Willow Rose writes Paranormal Romance, fantasy and mystery. Originally from Denmark she now lives on Florida’s Space Coast with her husband and two daughters. She is a huge fan of Anne Rice and Isabel Allende. When she is not writing or reading she enjoys to watch the dolphins play in the waves of the Atlantic Ocean.

facebook: https://www.facebook.com/willowredrose

twitter: @madamwillowrose

Blog: http://www.willow-rose.blogspot.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13648992-savage

 

 Willow, please share a brief description of “Savage” and tell us what we can expect from the series.

In Savage, we meet Christian, who is a young man torn between the world of science and the world of magic. He has left his country of Denmark and is going to Florida to go to med school. He meets Aiyana who is a spirit-filled girl living in a completely different world than he is. Her family is descendants from the Timucua Indians that lived in Florida before the Spaniards came. They live in a world of magic, music and laughter and Christian feels so drawn to them.  At the same time he has a violent encounter with a savage beast in the swamps of Florida, an encounter that makes him doubt everything he has always believed.

I will write three books about the main character Christian.  It is sort of a family-saga really. In the first book Savage he is in his twenties and so is the woman he falls in love with. I have just finished the second book “Broken” and in this one they have kids of their own and are in their thirties. In the last book they will have young teenagers. I am also planning on doing a book about Aiyana, the spirit-filled Native American girl that he falls hopelessly in love with. About her and when she first discovers who and what she really is. I might also do a book about her sister who does telekinesis and their grand-mother who predicts natural disasters. I love those characters so much that they each deserve their own book.

What draws you to Paranormal/Fantasy and where do you get your inspiration?

I get that question a lot and it is so hard to answer in just a few sentences. Because where do inspiration come from? I for one have no idea. I get it from everything and everyone around me. From people I meet, from articles I read and movies I watch. For me a book starts with the characters. The characters and their story come to me. I like to say that they “pop up” in my head. That is the best way I can describe it. The characters are just there all of a sudden with their backgrounds and problems and then they start to do stuff and talk to other people and soon there is a whole story that I simply have to tell or else I will burst. The main character Christian in Savage is somewhat inspired by my husband. Back in ’83 when he was 19 years old he was sent to Florida by his parents to live with a very wealthy family just like Christian in Savage. My husband’s experiences coming from a small country Denmark to the big USA in the 80’ies are very similar to those of Christian, yet they do not share backgrounds.  Christian has lost his mother in a young age and that has had a huge impact on who he is and why he acts the way he does. He matures a lot throughout the book and love changes him from being a selfish self-centered boy into a young man.

I love Paranormal/Fantasy because I get to use all of my imagination. I started out writing mystery-novels but since they have to be so realistic I never got the chance to use my imagination to the fullest. So that’s why I started writing fantasy and paranormal romance.

You moved to the United States from Denmark. What is one thing you love about each country?

I love the Americans for their openness and friendliness. They are a very positive people and easy to get along with.

I love the Danish humor.

If you could go back in time, where would you go and during what era?

I always felt like I was born too late. I should have been young in the sixties. I would have loved that.

Tell us about one of your favorite authors and why you like his/her books.

I love anything Anne Rice has ever written. It is her way of describing things and especially characters that draws me. She makes me care about the characters even if I don’t want to.

Paranormal is sometimes dark. What do you do to “lighten” it up?

Put in some extra love and nice characters.

Where do you see yourself in ten years?

Writing more books. I hope to be writing until my brain doesn’t work anymore.

 And now for some fun stuff!  Since your new series is titled Daughters of the Jaguar, let’s play with an animal theme.

 If you could create a new hybrid species, which two animals would you blend, what would it look like and what would you call it?

Maybe a mix between a jaguar and a Pegasus. I have fallen completely in love with the jaguar ever since I began researching about it. But it would be so cool if it had wings and you could fly on it. Maybe it could be called a Jagsus.

We use color to describe many animals. For instance, bright multi-colored splashes remind us of an Amazon Parrot. Black and white brings to mind a Zebra. If you were to color coordinate your wardrobe, what would be your predominate colors and which animal’s coat would it most closely resemble?

Actually I have a lot of jaguar/leopard dresses and shirts and shoes. I love that pattern. But I also love colors so the Amazon parrot Probably isn’t that far off either. I live in Florida so I can wear dresses with many colors all year around. I love that. 

SAVAGE

Daughters of the Jaguar #1
by Willow Rose

Genre: Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 1477662391

ASIN: B008BP5ONY

Number of pages: 447

Word Count: 87000

Cover Artist: Jan Sigetty Boeje

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/BwzYsoUn2VY

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