Word-Slingers – Guest Gabi Stevens

First, some old business – winners from last week (yeah, I’m bad and late).  The winner for a copy of Lisa Sanchez’s Cursing Athena is bn100! The winner for a copy of Vera Jane Cook’s book, Annabel Horton Lost Witch of Salem is JerryR!

Now, on for today’s special guest, Gabi Stevens.

I had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Gabi at RomCon 2010 while I was living in Denver. Her first book (I believe) had just come out, and she was giving away little bottles of fairy dust. I still have it somewhere and was absolutely enchanted by the lovely lady.  So, take it away with the questions! (There’s a special contest – you have to answer a question!).

1) How long have you been writing?

Twenty-years, if you don’t count all the essays and such I did in college. I had no idea I was a writer until I finally picked up a pen (yes, a pen) and wrote down one of the stories whirling around in my head. And then I only did it to keep my brain from liquefying after having children. Writing was my own personal way to stay sane. Ha ha. Little did I know what writing entailed.

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

You mean I’m supposed to have all those things moving at once? I’m luckier now than I have been in the past. Right now it’s writing, promo for the writing, and family. I used to have a day job, but the need for that has ended (no more tuition payments!). My youngest has special needs and she requires a little extra attention, but all in all, I’m in a really good place right now juggling-wise.
 Oh wait. I have two dogs too, and one is a boxer mix puppy with way too much energy. As I’m typing this, it’s raining/snowing, and the dogs just finished playing outside (poor things have been inside for two days) and just tracked mud through my entire kitchen. Excuse me while I get the mop and clean up.

3) Your next book, Wishful Thinking (Time of Transition #3), just came out on 4/24. Can you tell the audience about it?

WISHFUL THINKING is the third book in my trilogy about fairy godmothers, but they’re not the ones you remember from Disney. Their role is more one of protection, although they do also grant wishes.

In Wishful Thinking, free-spirit Stormy Jones-Smythe lives in a loving community of artists, but when she is chosen as the third fairy godmother, the Arcani world forces its boundaries and expectations on her. The first two godmothers have gone rogue, and the Council assigns her a full time guard to prevent her from doing the same. Luckily even a rigid and strict bodyguard can’t contain her exuberance. Hunter Merrick doesn’t appreciate the babysitting job he’s been given, especially when Stormy proves as chaotic as her name implies. But a threat forces Hunter to choose which side deserves his loyalty and both choices have dire consequences. And if Stormy can defeat the greatest enemy the Arcani have seen since the time of Merlin, maybe she can rescue a bit of happiness for herself too. If she survives.

4) What is it about the paranormal romance genre that you like so much?

I love the freedom paranormal stories give you. You can make up your own rules, like vampires that sparkle (What? That’s been done?). Oh sure, there are established tropes, but you don’t have to adhere to them. You can make up your own world. You just have to be consistent within that world.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre (I know you had a self-pubbed book, Temptation’s Warrior), and if yes, what to and when?

My first love has always been paranormal, but I was first published in historical. I had seven books come out under a different name. Temptation’s Warrior was one of those seven. I’m working now on getting the rights back for the others and hope to re-release them all electronically soon. And currently I’ve a manuscript in progress that’s a historical paranormal, which combines my two favorite genres.

6) Sweet or sour?

Why not both? I love Sweet Tarts and Pixie Stix, sweet and sour pork, hot and sour soup. Now, if you’d given me the choice of sweet or salty, I’d pick salty.

7) Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?

Vanilla (I’m not a huge chocolate fan—don’t throw rocks. If I eat chocolate it has to be Swiss or German chocolate with nuts in it. Or Twix or Butterfingers.)

Hrmph, I’m not sure about you any more, Gabi! Not a huge chocolate fan………..

Readers can reach me at GabiStevens505@gmail.com. I also have a website: www.GabiStevens.com; a blog site: www.GabiStevens.blogspot.com; Facebook: facebook.com/gabi.stevens; or Twitter: twitter.com/GabiStevens.

Gabi Stevens was born in SoCal to Hungarian parents. After spending time in boarding school, college, and studying abroad, she spent seven years in the classroom trying to teach eighth graders the joys of literature. An award winning author, Gabi writes in New Mexico where she lives with her robotics engineer husband, three daughters, and two dogs. She loves to play games, has a wicked addiction to reading, avoids housework and cooking, and doesn’t travel nearly as much as she would like to.
Discover the magic:
For a chance to win a copy of one of the first two books in the Time of Transition series, you need to answer the following question from Ms. Stevens (and leave your email address – and follow the blog if you want to [not required]).

Which book have you re-read the most (not counting the Bible or other religious text)?

Look forward to hearing from everyone!  Winner to be announced after I get back in town on Sunday (May 6).


Thursday Word-Slingers – Guest Vera Jane Cook

Happy Thursday everyone! The best Thursdays are the ones when you get tax refunds! Woot! Now, onto business. Don’t forget, today’s the last day to comment for a chance to win Cursing Athena by Lisa Sanchez

My guest here on Word-Slingers is the multi-genre talented Vera Jane Cook, through Sizzling PR!  She is giving away one copy of her book, Annabel Horton Lost Witch of Salem, to one lucky person, so don’t forget to leave a comment. Let’s get to the interview and excerpt, shall we?

1) How long have you been writing?

Probably all my life. It started with diaries and then I moved to poetry, eventually graduated to short stories and began to write fiction when I was about forty-five.

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

I write every Sunday and then whenever I can sneak it in. I work a day job that is pretty demanding but I do have nine or so completed novels.

3) When did Annabel Horton Lost Witch of Salem come out, and will you tell the audience about it in your own words (more than just the blur, pretty please?)?

The book was released on December 23rd, 2011. I started writing it at least ten years ago and surprisingly it came pretty easy, despite having written three other books at the same time. The sequel is giving me a much harder time because I think it will be a darker book. I like the idea that Annabel has survived death and can travel through time as she takes the various bodies of evil souls. At around 1812 or so Annabel marries the devil unknowingly and has a family, a son at this point. Her son eventually marries and has a daughter. Her granddaughter has immense power, the whole family does actually. They travel back and forward in time trying to undo the damage the devil has done to them, and to restore their vast wealth from the clutches of Jeanne Elemont, the devil’s daughter. The book begins at the Salem Witch trials, where Annabel is accused of witchcraft. At some point, near the end of the book, Annabel discovers how good and evil are balanced, how the evil Satan feeds on the souls of those whom God favors. I think the book has elements of the paranormal and fantasy. It is not a romance. I am hoping that the book strives to understand more about the spirit and how time itself is a concept, perhaps and perhaps anyone of us can learn to walk through it.

4) What is it about the paranormal romance/paranormal fantasy genre that you like so much?

I like that anything is possible.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

 I also write women’s fiction, spec/science fiction and southern fiction.

6) Sweet or sour?

Definitely sweet but I must admit to sour, sometimes.

7) Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?



From the Salem Witch trials through the Nineteenth Century and beyond, Annabel Horton is pursued by the devil’s disciple, Urban Grandier, the demonic priest from the incident at Loudon. She must take the bodies of those that the devil favors to protect her family. She must uncover the motive behind the illusive Ursula/Louis Bossidan, the scandalous cross-dresser who is pursuing her beautiful granddaughter, and she must learn, being one of God’s most powerful witches, how to use her power. But will it be enough to save her husband from Urbain’s fiery inferno? Will it be enough to save her children from demons greater than themselves? Read on, you will learn more…..


When I am not in the form of flesh, I live in the confines of shadow. The psychics of your dimension have said that I can be seen floating between the kiss of dusk and the evening moon. Yes, some of you can actually see me, though you are unaware of what I am. You usually ignore me because I vanish so quickly. I simply blend into the surface of your world and disappear,  into objects, into trees, into the soft fur of a sleeping squirrel, into anything that will have me.

 Before I begin my tale, you must know this: I can also blend into a human body. I can steal your flesh if I choose. But before you judge me, you must understand my loneliness. You have no idea how desperately I desire the physical senses you so cavalierly take for granted. But please, do not fear me. I will not harm the innocent. Hear me out before you cast any stones. There are secrets in my tale worth knowing.

The snap of my neck appears to have granted me immortality as a captured soul, doomed to live over and over again in stolen flesh and blood. Therefore, I take bodies in exchange for my freedom. I want you to understand that if I were to ever choose your flesh, I would mean you no harm. I would simply borrow the luxury of your language and take comfort in the pleasure of your warm, beating heart.

The process of my abduction is painless. You see, the earth holds time. When I consume a body all I do is absorb time. It is quite simple. My soul moves out of one perception and into another. Let me reassure you that though I can take any one of you, I prefer the flesh of those whom the devil favors, and I do not have to go very far to consume the devil’s own.


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Word-Slingers – Guest Lisa Sanchez

My guest today is Lisa Sanchez, through the Sizzling PR firm. Let’s give her a nice, warm welcome and make sure you leave a comment. You could win a copy of her recent release, Cursing Athena!

1) How long have you been writing?

I’ve been passionate about writing for as long as I can remember. Much of my childhood was spent dreaming up stories to share with my family. It wasn’t until my youngest started school full time that I began writing for publication.

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

Laughs out loud. Most days it feels like I’m a professional juggler. I’ve got three daughters who keep me very busy. Each one participates in All Star cheerleading, which keeps me busy driving them back and forth during the afternoons/early evenings. Then, of course, there are school projects, housework and various other things that keep me busy. I try to get my writing done in the morning while my little ones are in school.

3) When did Cursing Athena come out and can you tell the audience about it?

You bet! Cursing Athena released the beginning of March. It’s the first book in a new series featuring a band of immortal warriors appointed by the goddess Athena to police the earth and rid it of escaped demons. Ty is the leader of the Order Of Seven, and CA shares the story of how he meets his life mate.

4) What is it about the paranormal romance genre that you like so much?

I’ve always been fascinated with anything paranormal. I think the draw, for me, is that there are no limits. Anything is possible within the paranormal world, and that’s an appealing quality when reading for escape.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

I already have! I published Obsessed, my first erotic suspense with Loose Id last year. The experience was both wonderful, and rewarding. I’m currently in the middle of writing my first contemporary YA.

6) Sweet or sour?

Definitely sweet!

7) Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?

Chocolate for sure!

Email: lisasanchezromanceauthor@gmail.com

For Danika, the only thing worse than going commando while wearing a fugly, silver bodysuit, was dealing with her deadbeat, ex-husband James. Catcalls, unwanted groping and lecherous stares weren’t really her cup of tea either, but she’d endure all of it and more if her new job serving cocktails at Masquerade meant ridding herself of his mountain of debt. It was just a job, after all, and what choice did she have with James’ creditors breathing down her neck? What she didn’t bargain for, however, was falling heels-over-head in lust with a two-hundred-plus pound, shape-shifting immortal from Ancient Greece.

 On a mission to take down a parasitic demon, Ty doesn’t have time for distraction. Not even when that distraction could prove to be his possible lifemate in the form of sweet, innocent, yet sexy-as-hell Danika. But when the leech he’s hunting goes after the cocktail waitress, all bets are off. Unable to resist her siren call any longer, Ty surrenders himself to Danika, body and soul, treating them both to a night they’ll never forget.

Bloody, dismembered bodies never got easier to look at. No matter how many millennia you roamed the earth. Ty stood from the cluster of torn limbs and viscera, disgust coating his stomach. Glass, splintered wood, and torn, blood-soaked paper littered the hardwood floor, every inch of the taupe walls in the small upscale apartment spattered with gore.

“It happened maybe an hour ago. Two at most.” Athena stood from where she knelt, her long, jet-black hair cascading across her black leather jacket like a shiny curtain. “The scorch mark is still fresh.”

Ty stared at the large circular burn mark on the floor and gnashed his teeth. He’d seen enough inter-dimensional landing pads to last him a lifetime—a thousand lifetimes. It was always the same: some hopped up demon, drunk on his own power, would decide he was the exception to the rule and cross over into the mortal realm, usually through a crack between dimensions.

Ty glanced over his shoulder toward the pile of female parts littering the sofa and floor. The underworld visitor had hit pay dirt, landing in the middle of what looked like some sort of book club gathering. Red wine mixed with blood seeped into the oriental throw rug; some type of uptight, crudités appetizer peppered the carpet along with a few well-manicured fingers.

“Great Zeus above…” Ty shook his head. It had been a bloodbath. The poor women never stood a chance.

Demons weren’t permitted out of Tartarus, and for good reason. Hungry for both flesh and innocent souls, they treated the human population like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

This, of course, was where he came in. Leader of The Order of Seven, and a favorite of Athena despite his outward hatred of her, he’d been summoned to the grisly scene just moments before.

Plucked from the bowels of Hades by the goddess herself, Ty and each of his six warrior brothers had been saddled not only with the lovely gift of immortality, but with an inner beast, a fierce mythological creature that would lie dormant within until it came time to battle. Ty’s beast, a Nemean lion, was especially vicious. Three times the size of a normal lion, it sported an enormous jaw that could pulverize steel and claws that could cut through the thickest armor. Even more astonishing was its fur. A deep burnished gold, smooth and thick, it was impervious to mortal weapons, making it virtually indestructible. Unearthly handsome in his mortal form, and blessed with the strength of a thousand men, he was the perfect warrior—cunning, lethal.


The lucky winner of Ms. Sanchez’s comment will get their choice of a PDF, MOBI or E-Pub format copy of Cursing Athena. Get to commenting folks! Gotta love mythology come to life. 🙂

Tuesday Word-Slingers – Guest Jorja Lovett

My deepest and most sincere apologies to my lovely guest for not getting this interview up sooner! YIKES!

1)         How long have you been writing?

 I have stories I wrote when I was eight years old, so pretty much most of my life but I’ve been doing it seriously for about two years.

2)         How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

I do a bit of child-minding, I have two kids of my own and I try to write in and around the school run. To be truthful I don’t think I’ve mastered the art of juggling all my responsibilities yet lol

3)         What can you tell us about your new release (out yesterday from Evernight Publishing), Into the Wild?

I like to be different and whilst Into the Wild nods toward both cowboys and the paranormal, it’s primarily a contemporary romance. I did want a hot hero in a Stetson though, so Smith Masterson is a Texas Ranger. He’s working undercover in Coyote Creek, a ‘living’ ghost town when he runs into Laurie Sommers, his teenage crush. She still hasn’t forgiven him for walking out on her over a decade ago but when they’re forced to fake a relationship to save his investigation, this time the chemistry proves too strong to ignore… 

4)         What is it about the paranormal romance genre that you like so much?

I usually write paranormal because anything goes, your imagination can run riot.

5)         Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

This was a move into contemporary romance from paranormal but I couldn’t resist adding Delia, my wannabe-Wiccan to conjure up Smith at the start of the story.

6) Sweet or sour?

Unfortunately I have a VERY sweet tooth.

7) Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?

Chocolate all the way!

In an all-female household, Jorja grew up surrounded by books and the idea of finding true love. She began writing her own stories at the tender age of fifteen but never actually finished a manuscript until last year when she joined her crit group, UCW. It’s important to her that romances have a sexy hero, a quirky heroine and have that all important happy ending.
You can find Jorja on Twitter: @jorjalovett
After another doomed relationship, Laurie Sommers cocoons herself in the ‘living ghost town’ of Coyote Creek. But the arrival of Smith Masterson, her unrequited teenage love, torpedoes her cozy spinsterhood, setting her ablaze with a burning desire she believed long gone. 

A Texas Ranger through and through, there’s no room for a relationship in Smith’s life – not at eighteen and certainly not now, when he’s investigating a robbery and the subsequent shooting of the Captain. Persuading Laurie to fake a relationship to keep his cover is the easy part; the hard part is restraining himself around her. 

“Did you know Smithy’s packing heat?” David jerked his head in the direction of her love interest, presumably in an attempt to divert her attention from his flirting.
            Laurie’s eyes were bright as Smith opened his jacket to accommodate her, indulging in a leisurely perusal of his built bod.
Only when she had wandered over the muscular landscape of his thighs, did she get the joke. Slung low from his hip was a black holster complete with replica pistol.
“Apparently I can’t be trusted with the real thing.” Amusement danced in those chocolate irises, whether at her noticeable fascination with the heat between his legs or the pretend gun, she wasn’t certain.
“These guys are trained, professional in what they do. They can’t have every Tom, Dick or Harry running about shooting all and sundry.” Laurie respected Buster’s rules and expected Smith to do so.
“And which am I?” He let the coat fall closed, and she realized she was still staring at his nether regions. It was as well they hadn’t put him in a pair of leather chaps or she would never have torn her eyes away.
“Tom?” He stepped closer.                                           
“Harry?” Another step.
“Or Dick?”                                                                 
She licked her scarlet lips, the shadow of his Stetson falling over her cleavage. Yep, he knew what she had been staring at.
“Places, everyone!” Camille rapped the bar to garner attention.
“Where do we go?” Smith’s arm curled around her cinched waist.
“The fight scene usually starts over a card game, so we need to blend into the background. There’s a perfect view from the balcony if you want to see what’s going on.”
Laurie tried to focus on playing her part and not the possessive hold of the handsome gunslinger at her side.            Taking up position at the top of the staircase, they had a clear view of proceedings. Visitors crowded around to watch the drama unfolding between Wes and Buster, the dapper conman and the gnarly cowhand. Smith leaned over the balcony rail as the gamblers set up the card school below.
“How much?” he said without turning around.
“Excuse me?” She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this, but he didn’t sound as though he was joking.
“How much for an hour in there?” He indicated the bedrooms with a nod of his head.
“Oh no, us saloon girls are here for company only. We talk, we dance, we get you to buy drinks, but we don’t do that, sir.” If he was letting loose and getting into character then she was happy to play her part.
“No? The men of the old west respect that?”
“They do unless they want to enrage the barkeep.” She could imagine Wes’s reaction to her being propositioned on his premises.
“I think I’ll take my chances.” Laurie let out a squeal when he lifted her off her feet. Throwing her over his shoulder, legs and petticoats flying, he bundled her into the room.
“Sir, I think the establishment down the road would be more suitable to your needs,” she said, half-heartedly fending off the advances of the dashing stranger.
“I’ve got everything I need right here, darlin’.” His mouth ravaged hers, and the hard, passionate kisses were every bit as much of a turn on as the soft, lingering ones she had gotten used to. Hoisting her by the rump, he pulled her close until his hardness pressed into her belly. His lips and tongue pursued heedlessly, leaving her stunned by the sudden turnaround in the chase.
            Minimum effort was required to free her from the restrictive corset. A quick tug poured her breasts into his greedy hands, and his insatiable tongue relocated to attend her rosy tips. “You’re beautiful.”
She wasn’t sure what the catalyst had been to change his mind, but she wasn’t about to question his sudden horniness. Her skin was on fire with every lick; it cooled with the breath of his reverent words. The contrasting sensations had her spinning, the earth moving beneath her.
Lifting her onto the dresser, he pushed the cracked porcelain jug and basin to one side. He pulled her to the edge and wrenched her thighs apart. A deft hand snaked along her silk-clad leg and paused at the frilly red garter.
“What’s this?” He stepped back for a closer inspection, and whistled. “I think we’ll leave that there for the time being.”
“Why, is it turning you on?”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it along his crotch, the rigid expanse answering her question. “What do you think?” 
Had Smith finally decided to give in to wild abandon? She certainly hoped so.
            As if reading her mind, he ripped her panties off in one, swift movement. She reached for him and stroked his hard bulge begging for release. This time he made no attempt to stop her.
            His silver belt buckle wasn’t so co-operative, and she struggled to open it. “Do you really need to wear this darn thing? It doesn’t make it easy for a girl to get in there, you know.”
With practiced movements, he released the catch and whipped it out of his waistband. “Better?”
The green light had her popping the buttons of his fly open, his firm length nudging her. The slight contact through the cotton of his boxer briefs caused him to gasp. Desperate to see all of him, she pulled him free, his long, thick cock springing proudly from a mass of black curls. Slick in preparation, she anticipated its courtship.
The distant sound of shouting and tables being overturned briefly stalled her. Smith’s cock jerked, impatient for tending. In compliance, she encircled him with her hand, grasping firmly. He planted his hands on the dresser and braced himself. 

             With the building friction along his shaft, he moaned and thrust. She cupped his sac, massaging until his tip glistened with the promise of what was to come.

Gotta love them sexy cowboys! So c’mon, get to leaving comments. One lucky dude or dudette’s gonna win the whole tamale! (translation: 1 commenter will get a copy of Into the Wild).  Yeeeha! Winner announced Saturday.

Word-Slingers – Kashif Ross

Today I have another guest from Sizzling PR, Kashif Ross. The inner geek in me loves his cover because it’s oh-so-animeish! Let’s go, Kashif!

1) How long have you been writing?

Writing is the only thing I can say I’ve done forever. I started in 8th grade by making a story about talking dog detectives. I don’t remember the plot, but my teacher really liked it, and he hated everything we wrote. I completed my first novel in 2008, my last year in college and I’ve written four more since then.

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

Thanks for the definition 😉 I’m married, I work part-time at an elementary where students rage wildly through the playground pulling hair and crying…it’s quite epic, I’m learning Spanish with Rosetta Stone (yo hablo español mal), and I fight crime occasionally or participate in epic wars on my PS3. How do I manage all of this? I don’t. I just write for hours on end and allow work and other activities to fit in my schedule when I’m bored. Writing takes my mind off all my real world problems. I’m pretty sure my level of avoidance is considered pathological, but I’ll continue this poor behavior until lightening strikes (lightening = my wife).

3) What can you tell the audience about your recent release, Barcode: Legend of Apollo?

I can tell that your audience needs to go out and get this book. It’s like a goldmine of delicious goodness waiting to be devoured (in real life you shouldn’t eat anything in a goldmine). Barcode is about this jerk named Spencer. Seriously, the guy is rude and sarcastic. He wants nothing to do with his responsibility as a gladiator. Let me rephrase that, he is the gladiator! Spencer is extremely powerful, but lazy. He’s been sheltered all his life and it’s about time for him to grow up. A mysterious character named Kode comes along and speeds up the process for him. Kode wants Spencer to get stronger in order to fight an evil dictator named Helios. If Spencer refuses, Kode will kill everyone he knows and loves. This novel was written for people sick of the stereotypical, “Fantasy boy gets wizard/vampire/paranormal ability and learns about his enemy. Some ugly girl likes him and they fight the evil together. They save the world and discover their love for each other after 3 – 5 books in the series.” My story will not fit this stereotype. Do not read it if you’re not open for change or tragic endings. Book 1 is only the beginning of a very different type of hero story.

4) What is it about the urban-fantasy/sci-fi genre that you like so much? And to throw in some romance, that’s quite an accomplishment. I love the cover, by the way. Very anime-ish.

Why thank you! *blush* Warning: I’m a strange guy. I personally have no attachment to urban fantasy or science fiction. I just write whatever comes to mind. I didn’t figure out what genre the novel was considered until it was completed. The story began on a hot and sunny day in Southern California. I was watching Naruto and Bleach and realized I could write better stories. So I did. The characters in both manga seemed to do a lot of stupid things, but survived every trial. I wanted to write something more “realistic” and epic. After thinking about the story for years, my original concept evolved. What started as an anime and manga, developed into a full length fantasy novel.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre (as if three-in-one isn’t enough), and if yes, what to and when?

Yes. For sure. My first four novels were romance. Like I said, I moved into these other genres by chance. Whenever a new story pops into my head, I’ll write it. I already have two or three YA stories dancing around in my thoughts. I really want to write one of them next year.

6) When’s your next book coming out?

I’ve completed a novelette and Book 2 of the series about one month ago. The novelette, Barcode: I Am John, should be released May 1st. It’s a prequel to Legend of Apollo. The novel, Barcode: Cavern of Youth, should be out June 1st. I’m waiting on more amazing cover art and my editors right now.

7) Sweet or sour?

Oh goodness, sweet. Sour doesn’t make me a pleasant person. Women are sweet, love is sweet, and when you’re excited it’s more likely you’ll shout “Sweet!” because “Sour!” makes no sense.

8) Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?

Vanilla. I’m 5’6 of not so manly chocolate. The rule of nature is to never eat your own kind.

Twitter: @Animscition
Spencer’s an infamously well-known “god” uninterested in his own fate. He turns nineteen-years-old on the first day of his last year at Colt Academy, the academic institution for gladiators. To celebrate, he unwillingly mentors a mysterious nerd, watches his family’s helicopter plunge into the ground, and meets a strange Louisianan boy that may want to kill him. With the future of his family’s fortune on the line, Spencer not only has to fight the occasional trip to Hades, but also train with his most hated childhood friend, discover the truth about his mother’s death, and reestablish his legend as America’s savior.

I’m such a failure.

My instructors say I’m the first of the bloodline that isn’t naturally a top ranking student. Therefore, professors are inclined to boost my grades in order to keep “the great Apollo” at the top of his class.

I apologize dear ancestors. I will honor you by falling on my sword.

Damn. I don’t have a weapon yet. Give me a few days, folks.

I find a seat on a stone bench next to a small pond and watch as several lizard-fish swim and crawl through the shallow water. One has the flesh of a koi fish but the body of a garden lizard. The gold and black colors blur as my heavy eyes close and my head drops. I’m still jet-lagged.

As I open my eyes, a sharp kick lands between my ribs. Before my attacker can remove her foot, I grab it tightly and swing her into the pool.

The plague sitting in front of me with her butt dipped in an inch of water, and her arms folded neatly around her legs, just so happens to call herself Hannah’s best friend, though I knew her long before the two met.

This tomboy has a kick that’s out of this world. Her barcodes are powered by the goddess Atalanta. Every god and demigod has a code that they’re born with. That’s what separates us from Apes and humans. Some gods bond well with their bodies, while others pump so much power into their flesh that they can hardly stand. Ever. It can be a gift or a curse.
“You got my panties wet, jerk.”
“Why would a boy wear panties?”

“Don’t call me a boy, you ugly pig.”

“You walk like one, talk like one, but wait, you kick like a girl,” I tease, but my ribs scream in pain. Even more, I’m defiantly conscious that Michelle’s beauty competes closely with the most attractive girl on campus, Hannah. Still, she and I are mortal enemies that will one day battle to her death.

I’ve seen these visions in my sleep. Any morning I wake up after slaying her just so happens to be a great day. Yes. I’m very aware that many people consider these dreams, but if they are prophetic, The Writer does truly love me.

“What does Hannah see in you?”

“What do you mean? She said that in our first year you always gushed over my blue eyes, and wouldn’t stop raving about my face.” I watch the wicked witch’s eyes nearly leap out of their sockets, and her face turns pale. If the tattoos on her legs shine, I’ll need to flee for my own safety. “Geez. You look so upset; I almost think it’s true.”

Kashif has very kindly agreed to put up one copy of Barcode: Legend of Apollo as a gift to one lucky commenter. So…get to commenting! Winner to be announced Thursday (yes, I’m shrinking my normal window of opportunity). Good luck, everyone and have a great Monday.

Six Sentence Sunday (4/15/12) – #sixsunday

Welcome back and thanks for joining me today. It’s time for another squiblet from BMR and after this, I shall be taking a break from SSS for a while.

From Jordan MacNaught’s private journal on waking dreams.

After extensive experimentation, it is my experience that if you can create a believable transition from reality to a waking dream, the subject will not question elements of the dream, even if under normal circumstances the element is either impossible or unlikely. It is particularly satisfying when a normally rational man screams because he believes a yellow-striped elephant is about to trample on him without questioning the possibility that such a beast actually exists. Wonderful thing, magic. Rotters are such idiots. Caveat:Dream-walkers might question odd happenings, but if they remain unaware of the dream magic, as opposed to reality, they will generally shrug off inconsistencies. 

There you have it! Please check out the other awesome contributors to Six Sentence Sunday.
The winner for Kassanna’s post is Romance Reader Enthusiast!
The winner for Liana Brooks’ post is Jennifer Lowery Kamptner!
Congratulations everyone and have a great week!

Thursday Word-Slingers – Guest Lianna Brooks (200th Blog Post)

I have the awesome pleasure of having Liana Brooks, she of the crazy socks, as my guest today. I’ve been a follower of her tweets and blogs for a while, so I’m psyched to have her here. There’s a giveaway of course! Check her out!

1) How long have you been writing?

That’s a tricky question. I “wrote” my first piece of fiction in kindergarten for the Illinois Young Author Contest in 1987. It was a felt book that I colored with oil crayons while my mother wrote the story of a sea turtle swimming through a polluted reef. In third grade I placed with the story of twin dwarves riding wolves to rescue the rattle of the baby princess. I was heavily influenced by JRR Tolkien at the time.
 Throughout my school years I dabbled with stories, but I didn’t start writing seriously until a few years ago. I was transitioning from a fulltime student and university employee to a fulltime mom. I wanted something to do after the kids went to bed, and writing was it. I submitted my first short story for publication in the fall of 2008, and have very slowly started to move my career from Want-To-Be-An Author to a Selling-Books Author.

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

Do you really want me to count?
 I currently have three active writing projects: the debut of EVFIL, polishing JANE DOE for query, and writing Book 2 of the Heroes and Villains series.
 I am the fulltime stay-at-home mom for four children, two in school and two at home.
 I try to have a date with my husband every Friday.
 I plan lessons for a Sunday School class I teach each week.
 I’m a community volunteer at the local military base.
 I’m an active participant with two writing groups.
 With the kids who are at home we have weekly speech therapy for the toddler, playgroup, and sometimes story time at the library.
 During the summer we home school, and this year I’m adding a challenge blog for the kids and organizing some group projects.
 And sometimes I try to sleep… How many is that? (TM – whew, yikes)

3) Can you tell the audience about your recent release, Even Villains Fall in Love (EVFiL)?

EVFiL is the kind of book I can never find on the shelf. I like the idea of romance, but as a married mom I’m tired of reading about fresh-out-of-college size two blondes whose biggest concern in the world might be their dog. I maintain that it’s easy to be hero when you don’t have a family to think about, kids change everything.
 So I wrote Mom Fiction, a book with kids in it where the parents are still the heroes, the married couple does not involve someone cheating, and Happily Ever After doesn’t mean throwing everything you are out the window and becoming a new person… That all sounds fairly lofty and pompous. Really, it’s a book about a guy who falls in love, gets the girls, and fights to keep her. With superheroes.

4) What is it about the sci-fi (SyFy? – sorry, had to do it) genre that you like so much?

I love science fiction because it’s the genre that writes the future. Every major invention you use today, from your phone to your computer, was first a goofy prop dreamed up by someone writing sci-fi. The science fiction authors dream it up, and geeky engineers who read our work make it happen.
 Science fiction has no limits. You can have magic wielding magi in space (Star Wars) or infantry grunts riding dinosaurs (Orphan’s Journey) or super villains falling in love with superheroes. There isn’t anything that doesn’t fit in sci-fi, everyone is welcome, and that makes it the perfect place to write.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

Comic fantasy, probably at the midgrade/early-YA levels so that I can let my kids read my work. They’ve been begging me to tell them the story behind EVFiL and even though the love scenes are all fade-to-black, they aren’t appropriate for my 10-and-under crowd at home.
 Also, given the chance, I’d love to turn some of my writing into graphic novels for the younger set. I have a couple of NANO novels written with that in mind.

6) Sweet or sour?

Spicy! I love hot food.

7) Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?

Chocolate if it’s plain, vanilla if I’m loading up an ice cream sundae with everything.

8) What’s with the socks? I know I’ve seen you respond to this question (or one like it) before, but my readers might not be as familiar with you as I am, so I want to share your sock obsession with them!

Okay, this is going to sound silly, but here it goes… I hate sharing pictures of myself because I’m very generic – brown hair, brown eyes, tannish skin – I don’t stand out in a crowd. So I posted the picture of my socks one day and it caught on. One person wrote me a note to tell me she followed my blog just because of my socks. An agent told me to include a picture of my socks in my query so she would know who I was.
 And all because I was sick of wearing white socks! When I was a kid all I owned were white socks, functional but boring. Now I have a collection of socks in a rainbow of patterns, colors, and styles so that I don’t need to wear boring white socks ever again! (TM – Oh, I so hear you on being tired of the plain socks, but don’t have much choice at work, tragically. I’m gonna try cool socks though)

* Author Website * http://www.lianabrooks.com/
* Liana’s Twitter Page * https://twitter.com/#!/LianaBrooks
* Buy Page* Breathless Press   Amazon    Amazon UK     Bookstrand
Liana Brooks was born in San Diego, California. Years later she was disappointed to learn that The Shire was not some place she could move to, nor was Rider of Rohan an acceptable career choice. Studying marine biology  so she could play with sharks seemed to be the only alternative. After college Liana settled down to work as a full-time author and mother because logical career progression is something that happens to other people. When she grows up, Liana wants to be an Evil Overlord and take over the world.
In the meantime, she writes sci-fi and SFR in between trips to the beach. She can be found wearing colorful socks on the Emerald Coast, or online at http://www.lianabrooks.com.

If you believe the rumors you know that Doctor Charm, the wickedly sexy super villain, retired in shame seven years ago after his last fight with the superhero Zephyr Girl. The fact that the charming Evan Smith – father of four and husband of the too-beautiful-to-be-real Tabitha – bears a resemblance to the defeated Doctor is pure coincidence. And, please, ignore the minions.
Everything is perfect in the Smith household until Tabitha announces her return to work as a superhero. Evan was hoping to keep her distracted until after he rigged the 2012 presidential election, but – genius that he is – Evan has a backup plan. In his basement lab Evan has a machine whose sole purpose is keeping Tabitha hungry for him.
But children and labs don’t mix. The machine is broken, and Tabitha storms out, claiming she no longer knows him. World domination takes a back seat to meeting his daughters’ demands to get Mommy back right now. This time his genius isn’t going to be enough – he’s going to need both his evil alter-ego and the blooming super abilities of his children to save his wife. But even his most charming self might not be enough to save their marriage.
“Daddy!” Blessing screamed from upstairs. “Mommy’s in a fight!”
Evan whipped around. “Hert?”
“We didn’t schedule anything, Master.”
He took the steps three at a time. “What’s going on?”
“Mommy’s in a fight,” Maria repeated calmly.
Picking up Maria so he could claim a spot on the couch, Evan watched as Zephyr Girl whipped around a giant lizard thing, the unholy offspring of Barney the dinosaur and Godzilla. Zephyr Girl darted in, pulling a trip wire past the reptilian legs and dodging a heavy fist.
His heart skipped a beat. Right after Election Day, he was finishing the body armor he’d planned for her. It hadn’t seemed necessary when she was a stay-at-home-mom, just kinky in a fun way.
A heavy green claw swiped downward, and Zephyr Girl didn’t move fast enough. She bounced off a building, her neck snapping back.
“Mom!” Delila rushed to the TV screen. Tiny fingers fanned over the live image of Zephyr Girl plummeting toward the ground.
“Move back!” Angela ordered, pulling on her sister’s shirt. “Let me see Mommy.”
“Move, Tabby. Move, baby,” Evan whispered. He hugged Maria tighter. The TV needed to be off. Now. The girls shouldn’t watch their mom die. He shouldn’t watch his wife die. Anger burned through the fear. Whoever created that abomination was going to pay.
Liana is offering a copy of her e-book to one lucky person who comments below! So get to commenting. With an excerpt like that, I wanna win! 

Remember, this is your last day to comment for a chance to win a copy of Kassanna’s Keep Me Satisfied!
Have a great day, everyone.

Word-Slingers – Guest Kassanna

First business, the winner from Lorraine’s post is Comment #3. Congratulations, BN!

Today is fellow Evernighter Kassanna. She’s an All Romance best seller and I’m so happy to welcome her here to the blog. One lucky comment will win a free copy of her current release, Keep Me Satisfed! (Winner announced this Friday, so don’t delay!) Take it away!

1) How long have you been writing? 

On and off twenty plus years…seriously three years

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.) 

I part owner to a business. I am a mother. I am a wife. I write. I like to volunteer although I haven’t had much time to do that lately. I try to keep everything running smoothly but I can’t say that is always the case. I’m thankful everything hasn’t fallen down around my feet.
3) When is your next release due out and can you tell the audience about it? I have three releases for the month of April. The first, Keep Me Satisfied came out on the fifth and is the second book in the Club Lexx Series after Whip Me Real Good.  The other two books Sex Oughta Be Luscious is my Cougar short and it will be out shortly. My third book is Keys to Victory, that’s my voodoo paranormal. I believe that’s slated for the end of the month.

4) What is it about the erotic romance genre that you like so much? 

I love the interaction between the characters. People have sex. It’s a normal and rather pleasant experience. So why not express that in a book…explicitly, LOL. I think erotic romance allows you to get lost in your fantasies without actually fulfilling them.

5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when? 

Not at the moment, I quite comfortable where I’m at.

6) Sweet or sour?

Always sweet

7) Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?

I like the swirl. Love to mix it up

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 Alexandra “Lex” Lexington is on the run. She thought she could handle the stalker that dogged her every step. Realizing how wrong she was, she sought the protection of her brother, John. New problems arise, namely John’s sexy security specialist, Adam Manchester. Buried desire for the infuriating man have risen to the surface and Lex institutes a plan of seduction that he’ll never see coming. 

But her stalker has found her again with deadly intentions.

Adam Manchester handles John’s security for the Lexington Corp. He and John have been friends since childhood, and he knows the family well. Lex, she’s special, and not just to her brothers, but to him. Just not in a brotherly fashion. Now John is asking him to look after her while he’s away on business. Adam’s problem—how does he watch the woman that he desires to possess without acting on those long denied feelings?

“Gotcha.” Thick arms grabbed her by the middle from behind, pulling her away from the edge.

Lex didn’t think about it. She reacted. Her boot came down hard on the in-step of the foot next to hers. She was abruptly let go and took a step forward, turning on the ball of her feet before she tumbled over the edge of the loading bay. She slipped to the side and out of the reach of the unknown person, and then drew herself to her full height, dropping her arms and forming fists in anticipation, ready to counter another attack.

She looked right into the cool brown eyes of Adam.

“What the hell was that for?” Adam yelled, stretching out his leg and rotating his foot.

“I didn’t know who was behind me. You could have been a damn stalker for all I knew. You should’ve said something.” She relaxed her shoulders and hands.

“That wouldn’t have been a problem if you’d stayed in the damn club.” He took a menacing step toward her.

“Funny, last I checked John was gone and my daddy was dead. Sorry, but your opinion doesn’t count.” Lex held her ground and raised her chin.

“I think that’s part of your problem. J.L. should have spanked you as a child. Instead he let you run around wild thinking you could do anything without any fear of the consequences.” Adam moved closer.

“Spankings? Are you kidding? I feel sorry for any kid you have. As for daddy, let’s leave him out of this. As I see it right now, you’re not quite measuring up to the man.” Her heart pounded in her chest and the breeze whipping through the loading dock chilled her damp skin.

“You always did have a sharp tongue. Maybe it’s time someone to taught you a lesson.” Adam was in her space so close she could see the pulsing vein at the side of his neck.

“Really? You and what army?” Lex looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and cocked an arched brow.

She knew she’d gone too far when she felt the pinch of Adam’s fingers on her sides. The wind ruffled her hair, pushing the short tresses into her face as he walked her backwards the few steps to pin her against the wall. He leaned in and rested his forearms against the concrete block on either side of her head. His pushed a hard thigh between her legs, forcing her to separate them. She lifted her eyes and met his. Her breathing was coming in short pants and her heart played racquetball with her ribs.

She had only ever dreamed he would get this close to her. Lex bit down on the inside of her cheek, flinching from the pain. Not a dream. She went on the offensive.

Closing her eyes and grabbing his face, she pulled his head down as she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. She licked at his lips and slid her hands around his neck, one hand rubbing the silky hairs at the back of his head.

She felt his momentary hesitation before he gave into the kiss. On a sigh, his lips parted and she pressed her tongue forward, slipping it into his mouth. Darting back and forth, deeper into the warm recesses of his mouth, she tasted the hint of peppermint on his breath before pulling back. She nibbled on his bottom lip with her teeth. Vibrations rumbled in his chest from the groans escaping through his lips, and Lex’s body reacted to the material that bunched and stretched between them. Her nipples ached as they became sharp points beneath the thin cloth of her bra. Adam’s hands moved to grip her shoulders and she felt his fingertips digging into her soft skin through her shirt. He wedged his hard thigh against her pussy, levering her higher, pushing the seam of her pants and panties between the damp recess of her nether lips.