Six Sentence Sunday (9/30/12) – #sixsunday

Happy Sunday, everyone! I can’t believe it’s the end of September already, can you? I’m totally psyched though at the moment. I finished Prophecy of Blood yesterday, except for a couple of scenes that I need to add and some polishing, so hopefully I’ll still be able to submit it soon. Yay!

Today’s entry of course comes from PoB. Jordan, as we know, isn’t a very nice individual. He’s just received a very warm welcome from a bear shifter. Vamps and shifters generally don’t get along, so he’s quite surprised by it.

Never one to get effusive greetings, Jordan hesitantly took the bear’s hand and shook it. A strange feeling of euphoria, mild though it might be, spread through his body. What a novel approach, from a shifter. Is this why people help other people? It makes them feel good? How is that any less selfish than simply doing what pleases yourself?

Thanks for coming by, and you can check out other entrances from SSS HERE

Coming upon Word-Slingers this week, I will be hosting Emily Goodwin (tomorrow) and Elizabeth Finn (Thursday).

I’ve got four stops on my Dream-Walker War tour, including three interviews. Monday I’m visiting with Krystal Shannan, Wednesday CS Maxwell shines her spotlight on me, Thursday I stop by Books-n-Kisses, and then on Friday, I’m at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews. Hope you’ll check them out!


Word-Slingers – Guest Angelica Dawson

Hi there out there, blogosphere. I put this post together as I try to survive the House of Plagues (all three children are now pretending to be erupting volcanoes, if you get my drift).

I first “met” today’s guest, Angelica Dawson, when she emailed me several months back and asked if I wanted to come on her blog, talking about (yup) Word-Slingers and my guest bloggers. Heh, go figure, right? I was pretty psyched and you can find the interview I did with her HERE

Without further ado, let’s get to the good stuff!

1) How long have you been writing?

Well, I wrote my first stories in grade school. My first novel in high school and university (and my GOD did it suck). I started writing fanfiction three years ago (and have over a million words posted on I wrote my first original novel two and half years ago and Blue Moon House, my first erotic novella a year ago.

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.)

Oh Lord. I have a part-time day job (three days a week, full weeks in summer. A five year-old daughter and husband of twelve years. Our first house to keep (we bought it two years ago). I write books under both my real name and Angelica Dawson, so I have two facebooks (five if you count book/author pages), two twitter accounts, two blogs… How do I keep them in the air? I don’t. One is almost always on the ground and one is flying very high with the rest somewhere in the middle. Oddly, the work one is never at the top and rarely at the bottom. Hmm. I really like my job. I’m environmental consultant, so that’s almost as fulfilling as writing. That and my husband are my anchors when everything else goes in the tank or flies out of reach or whatever. My daughter is a big help too, but I know I don’t give her as much attention as she deserves. And the house? Well, let’s just say I won’t be taking visitors any time soon.

3) What can you tell us about your release Blue Moon House. What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not. J

I’d always had an interest in BDSM. I’d done some research, but never really written anything more than mild play. When I was reading so many stories in the fanfiction community with relationships without trust, where the partner’s safety wasn’t at all assured, I thought, “to hell with this! I’m writing something!” and so I created a BDSM house. Then I needed some Doms and vampires just struck me as the perfect creature to require the trust of their partner and to be able to physically test their submissives. So I had Julia, a human whose vampire wanted to change her, to keep her. Make her be tested by each vampire in the house and you have a one-way ticket to every limit she ever had. Blue Moon House was intended to shock, to explore, to test. You aren’t supposed to find every scene in this book sexy. Some should get you hot, some should set your teeth on edge, and some should leave you going “I wonder what that would really be like.” (TM – Wow, I like this idea, and I think you definitely have a point about the need for trust)

4) Is this your debut? Would you care to share your thoughts about getting published?

It’s Angelica’s debut. My real name has a single YA title credit (hence the pen name). For that first novel, I mass-mailed houses and agents and got no reception. Almost every reply was a form letter. One of my fellow authors, however, suggested this new house run by a couple of women she knew. They accepted and my first book was released. Having already published YA, planning to publish more YA, I wasn’t really looking to publish my erotica. However, I really thought Blue Moon House was good. So I sent to one publisher who rejected it. I thought, meh, that’s what I expected. A different friend told me to try the erotica line of her publisher Rebel Ink Press. So I tried Naughty Nights and got an acceptance right away. At that point I had a moment of “well, crap. Now what do I do?” I’m already published in YA, so I know I’m going to have start a whole new pen name, new blog, new twitter. I almost cried on the spot. However, I dug in and told myself that all my fanfiction readers and some of my adult readers would come with me. AND it isn’t out of the realm that the adults could be interested in my YA stories. So I bit my lip, signed the contract, and here I am!

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

(Not a romance) I think paranormal can give erotica that extra boost. You can dream up the most salacious and physically insane situations and there’s a creepy-crawly out there that has just the appendage, skill, spell you need for your idea to work. It really puts the FICTION into my stories.

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

Hard to say. I have a series of Blue Moon House books planned. I do have an erotic romance that I wrote in serial form that might get cleaned up for submission. I also write shorts on a variety of topics. My real name has a Family Saga dealing with sexual abuse on top of a Fantasy/Sci Fi YA novel. The next one for that name is a Zombie time loop, so really, I’m open to any and all genres! I don’t have a what or when, though. (TM – Sheesh, busy plotter, you)

7) Sweet or sour?

Sour. But both. Like lemonade. (TM – yummy!)

8) Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate, dark if you please.


Julia has the chance to become one of the vampires of the Blue Moon House. Before being accepted, however, she must prove herself to each of the vampires, and each has their own exacting cost. Ranging from lesbian, to being forced, to physical torture, she is pushed to her breaking point time and again. Eventually her perseverance pays off and she crosses from submissive to dominant and vampire.

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So, what’d you think of Angelica? Hope you enjoyed getting to know a little bit about her.  I’m sure she’ll be checking comments if you have anything you’d like to say to her (even just h’lo can mean a lot to a touring author).

Coming up on Sunday, I’m doing the Six Sentence Sunday thing again. Next Monday I’m hosting Emily Goodwin, and on Thursday, I interview Elizabeth Finn. Hope to see you all there!

Word-Slingers – Guest J.N. Johnson

Morning, everyone. Hope you had a great weekend (or at least a better one than I did). Today, the spotlight shines on author J.N. Johnson and her current release, A Bitter Reunion.

Living in her hometown of Charleston West Virginia JN Johnson is the proud mom of two beautiful little girls and is married to her high school sweetheart and greatest supporter who she considers the rock that keeps her grounded to reality.

She was first introduced to the world of fantasy when she was seven years old reading The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe making her never want to read about the “real world” again. Her mom and grandmother’s love of romance novels gave her the opportunity to learn about book trading, taking all of their old books to the local flea market to trade for anything that sparked her interest. Those days are long gone; her books now stay safely on her book shelves at home and out of harm’s way.

She loves to hear from readers, writers and reviewers so please drop her a note.

When Lilly Myers left Clearwater ten years ago with a broken heart, she moved to Boise and started a new life as a nurse. The last thing she ever wanted was to return home, but the invitation to her ten-year class reunion and the growing need to see her family has her boarding the first plane back.

Unfortunately, in the small town of Clearwater, nothing stays buried for long. Lilly quickly finds herself facing the past she’s longed to leave behind and the man she’s tried to forget.
Joshua Taylor has spent the last ten years managing his outfitters business, but it was never enough to keep his mind off the girl who got away. He’s always hoped the love of his life would return home and forgive him for the night she found him in another woman’s embrace.

Now Lilly, although hurt and angry, is within arm’s reach, and Joshua is prepared to fight for her. Can love blossom from such a bitter reunion?

He stood there frozen, watching the only woman he had ever given his heart to walk away from him, and the sinking feeling of losing her again made his world spin. The words he wanted to say to her were choking him, but he fought against his body’s reaction so he could try and stop her.

He grabbed his coat and followed her toward the door, pleading with her to stop. “Lilly, wait. Please don’t leave. I need to explain.”

Her steps never slowed as her feet carried her closer to the door and farther from him.
Joshua ran after her, hoping to catch her before she made it to the safety of her car. He could tell by the way she swayed she’d had too much to drink and that she shouldn’t be driving. Just as he reached her side, he felt the breeze of her swing a second before her fist made contact with his jaw, knocking him backwards onto the ground.

“Damn it, Lilly, that hurt! Please just listen to me, and let me explain what happened that night. For fuck’s sake, Lilly, it’s been ten years. Give me a chance to talk.”

“Ten years isn’t long enough to forget what you did, much less forgive. You had your chance, and you blew it. Was one night with her worth losing me, Joshua?”

Have a great day, everyone.

Six Sentence Sunday (9/23/12) – #sixsunday

Hello hello. Welcome to my Six Sentence Sunday entry from my current WIP, Prophecy of Blood

I’m picking up from last week’s entry (check it out HERE). Chris and Jordan are on the dance floor at the night club A’Jin’Cor and they’re getting a bit cozy.

Goosebumps rose in the wake of his caresses over her thighs. His fingers inched upward, just brushing her mound, only blocked by the flimsy barrier of her soaked panties.

He laughed softly in her ear. “You say no, but your body, your oh-so-pretty pussy says yes, doesn’t it?”

Chris twitched. If she didn’t move away, didn’t break this off, the bastard would think he could maul her whenever he wanted.

 Don’t forget to check out the other Six Sentence entries this week. Find the complete list HERE.

My guests this week for Word-Slingers are J.N. Johnson (Monday) and Angelica Dawson on Thursday.

The Dream-Walker War tour is continuing. Stop this week include an interview with Kenra Daniels on the 26th, and spotlights at Sarah J. Carr’s site on Thursday and Friday.

Word-Slingers – Guest Honey Jans

Today we’re having a brief chat with Honey Jans, who has authored a series of Sheik books, and I love me some desert sheiks, so let’s enjoy the time and imagine ourselves swept away!

1) How long have you been writing?

I only started writing about ten years ago.  I guess you could say I’m a late bloomer.  I’ve always loved to read but never thought to write until my sister gave me two bags full of her cast off romances.  Well after wading through the stack I thought maybe I could write one.  Of course it wasn’t that easy but there isn’t anything else I’d rather be doing.

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.)

First and foremost I’m a busy wife and mother.  I also work in customer service/sales for a clothing company.  I find time to fit my writing schedule around my life and while it’s a bit chaotic at times it works for me.

3) What can you tell us about your release Arrested by her Sheik. What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not. J

Actually the opening line came to me at work one day and wouldn’t leave me alone until I got it down.  After that I let my vivid imagination take over and Arrested by her Sheik was born.  I always wanted to do a serialized erotic adventure and when I brought it to my publisher Red Rose Publishing they were on board for the adventure ride.

4) Multi-cultural romance is a growing niche in publishing. What is it about that, and erotic romance, that you like so much?

I love the freedom that writing erotic romance gives me.  I’ve always been a very sensual person and I love giving voice to my fantasies.  Writing multi-cultural romance also enables me to stretch my wings and explore other cultures.  It’s why I love writing the Sheik books.  My first was The Sheik’s Captive also with Red Rose Publishing and there will be two more in the series. 

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

I’ve thought about writing mysteries actually because I love to read them.  I’m also working on a new paranormal and a romantic suspense that’s pretty special to me.  Of course knowing me they’re going to be red hot. 

6) Sweet or sour?
  • Sweet of course.  Or maybe sweet and sour chicken.  Yum!  Gosh I’m hungry.

7) Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate and vanilla twist please with sprinkles.

Honey Jans lives in a small Midwestern town with her husband and true inspiration. She is a born romantic with an extraordinarily vivid, yet kinky, imagination.   Honey loves writing erotica and hopes that her stories add a little spice to her readers lives.  

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Mix one quiet librarian looking for a good time. A sexy Arab-Greek Sheik in cops clothing signing on to teach her all about sex. And criminals who will stop at nothing to get what they want…namely her dead. And you have Arrested by her Sheik. I hope you’ll come along on this thrill ride of adventure as Mandy Wilson finds out what it’s like to be Arrested by her Sheik.

“Oh my god, Mandy Wilson, you are so going to jail for this,” I hissed as I tiptoed up to the decrepit back door of the even more decrepit Greek jail. My first clue of impending disaster should have been the dented door hanging ajar, the second the eerie silence in the alleyway, but I was so determined to clear Marco’s name I breezed forward on my mission. I had to save my would-be gigolo from Nick Constantine, the obnoxious but sexy Greek cop who’d arrested him last night.
Thankfully the sun was going down and the growing afternoon shadows covered my movements. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of a window and winced. I looked as ragged as I felt and even worse excited. I was reluctant to admit that good girl me was getting off on this. My mocha skin was flushed with what I was pretty sure was sunburn, my green eyes were drowsy from a sleepless night tearing ass through the convoluted Greek legal system, and my long wavy dark hair had long ago escaped the bun I’d pulled it in to curl around my overheated face.
Damn, the jailer would probably take one look at me and call the gendarmes. I wouldn’t have been forced to go to these extremes if Nick had been reasonable last night. But he hadn’t been. Marco was inside, our cruise ship was about to depart, and I was damned well going to get him out. It was my second reckless act since starting this journey of sexual discovery, the first being hooking up with Marco two days ago, and I was going was damned well going to do this.
I touched the door, noticing too late that it seemed to have been kicked in, and winced when it swung open with an audible groan. The groan I bit back was even louder as I froze…double fuck…and waited to be arrested. I couldn’t help imagining Nick coming down on me hard. I shivered with what I was afraid was excitement… 

So, what do you think of the book? Hope you liked it! 

I’ll be in Six Sentence Sunday this week. My blog-tour is continuing (see the link above for a list of stops).  Coming up here on Monday’s Word-Slingers will be J.N. Johnson. Hope to see you then!

Word-Slingers – Spotlight on London St. James

Hi everyone. Happy Monday to you. After the wretched Sunday (thanks to the twin terrors), Thank God It’s Monday!

Let’s focus on my fellow author London St. James and her brand spankin’ new book, The Good Sister.

Trinity fell in love with the fantasy of Reid Addison, but will she gain her desire? Or find what she never imagined possible with the handsome Lord Archer?
Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.

Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel.  Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type, there was something intriguing about her.

Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.

By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for the forbidden?

**Warning** The Good Sister contains, voyeurism, bondage, rough sex, anal sex, and conversations about rape. 

   I walked to the staircase, rubbing at the back of my neck. I made my way down to the second floor. I stopped for a moment to stretch before reaching out to the door of my room. Strong hands wrapped around the tops of my arms, pulling my body back into a muscular chest.

    “Why do you haunt me?” he whispered against my ear.  

    Goose bumps traversed my skin. My body, my reactions would give me away. I must find a way not to react to Reid. 

    “Please, speak to me,” Reid urged, “I need to hear your voice for my own sanity.”

    I turned the doorknob, took Reid by the hand, and led him into my room. I turned off the lights, leaving us in dimness. The fire was low, no longer raging, but I would need to be careful. If I moved him to the settee by the dressing area there would be very little light, and he would not be able to fully see me. With his hand in mine, I took Reid to the settee. I pressed upon his chest, urging him to sit. I placed my fingertip to his lips, indicating not to 
speak. Reid sat. I unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time.

    “There is something about you which haunts me, calls to me, makes me think—” I stopped him with my lips.  

    I felt his fingers on the back of my neck, urging me to stay. I pulled back, took his hand, turned it palm up, and with my index finger I wrote:  NO.

    “Please, tell me who you are?” 

    I closed my small hand over his, giving him my final answer.

    Ashton bulldozed through my thoughts. Something about this made me feel guilty, but I need not be guilty. I’d come here for Reid. All of this was for Reid.

    Reid shrugged out of his shirt. I skimmed my hands over his chest then over his rippled stomach without reservation or hesitation. He was my goal, my focus, what I wanted, what I had always wanted. My hands moved to the buttons on his jeans. I popped the first button and ran my fingertips over the strength of his stomach once more, circling his navel. His stomach muscles responded with a flexing jerk.  

    Reid placed his nose to my hair and sniffed. I made it through the button fly of his jeans, and slipped my hand inside the denim to feel Reid iron hard beneath my hand. I stroked him, squeezed him, took in every inch of him. Reid groaned. I gripped at his pants, pulling.  

    Reid stood up, and removed his pants. Once they were gone he sat back down. I fell to my knees, at his feet, slid up between his legs, grasped his hard cock in my hand, and placed a kiss to the tip of him.

    “Shit,” he muttered.  

    I lifted my hand. He quieted. I kissed his cock, and stroked his balls, but I knew he wanted hard and fast. I remembered how he pleasured himself in the shower. How he fucked Breeze. Rough. I had to be prepared to give him what he needed. It would be nothing like Ashton. I thought about Ashton again,but I plucked Ashton from my thoughts. Reid was why I’d come to France. Reid was who I desired. I couldn’t desire two men, could I? But something about Ashton was different. NoI cannot have feelings for Ashton. I mouthed the ridge of Reid’s broad head. 

    Reid snapped. He thrust his hips, thrusting his cock deep, grabbing at the back of my head, pushing my head down upon him, entangling his fingers into my hair, fisting. 

    I didn’t struggle. I breathed through my nose, relaxed my throat.  

    “Fuck,” he muttered. He let loose of my head.

    Reid got up from the settee, grabbed his shirt then stopped. He was silent for a long moment. I watched as he pulled on his jeans, securing them. He walked to the door. In the dim light I saw him run his fingers through his hair, stopping to scrub the back of his neck. He gripped his shirt in the other hand. I wondered if I should go to him. I stood, walked to him, and reached out. I placed my hand to his muscled back.

    “I’m sorry,” he said in a whisper. 

    Then Reid was gone. 

London wrote her first short story in the second grade.  Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned.  Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while.  At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf and wrote her second short story.  To no surprise, it was a love story which was inspired by a song.  With encouragement, London began to write once again.  She fell head over heels in love with writing, the power of words and the journey we all take when we read a great story.  Then as life does it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while.  She needed to do the “sensible thing.” 

In doing the sensible thing London earned a degree in Psychology but Philosophy, History, Theology, English Literature, Politics, Art History, Economics and other similar studies contributed significantly to her education and continue to interest her.  While in college she traversed into writing once more, was encouraged by a couple of professors to peruse that endeavor and wrote.  In doing so, she lit that spark of imagination which she thought was long dead.  She was surprised to find people liked what she wrote but yet again life moved on and she did the sensible thing.  You see to follow her passion was a pipe-dream, or so she had been told by some, so she placed her imagination and her passion upon that old familiar shelf.  London has held some rewarding jobs, had a career which was sensible but found herself scribbling stories on scratch paper as an outlet.  So one day she said, “Enough of the sensible thing.” She pulled her imagination along with her laptop off the shelf, dusted them both off and began to seriously write.

London writes erotic romance, from sweet to downright naughty.  She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Passionate Ink.  She currently resides in Colorado with her dogs, her books, her writing and her imagination.

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There you have it, London St. James. Thanks for coming by today. Don’t forget to come by on Thursday for my interview with Honey Jans.

Romance Book Junkies not only interviewed me, but reviewed both books. Check it out here, here, and here respectively!

Six Sentence Sunday (9/16/12) – #sixsunday

Here we are for another fabulous Six Sentence Sunday. Glad to see you guys back and hope you’re enjoying the continuing glimpses into Prophecy of Blood. I’m hopeful it’ll be wrapped up this month/early next month. Not positive yet, but as you can see from the side-bar, it’s going quickly (for the moment).

Set-up: They’re at a nightclub and Jordan just chased Chris’s dancing partner off. They had sex earlier, and she snuck out afterward while he was sleeping. They’re do a bit of petting on the dance floor.

Jordan pushed the hair at her neck to the side. Sharp fangs sank against her throat, not quite breaking the skin, as his other hand drifted up to cup her breast. The fabric of her dress did nothing to shield her against the heat of his palm. “Did you sneak out afterward because of how it made you feel?”

Teasing touches traced down her sides until he reached the hem of her skirt. His hand slid beneath to caress the skin of her thigh just above her garter. 

And there you have it. Hopefully you liked and will come back for more next week! You can find other participants in SSS here. 

Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow, when I shine the spotlight on London St. James with her new release, and on Thursday when I interview Honey Jans.

As for my own blog tour this week, I’ve got stops at Romance Book Junkies on 9/17, a guest post at at Bookin’ It on 9/18, a spotlight position at A Little Bit of R&R on 9/19 and a guest post at Jacob’s Beloved Books on Friday. Hope you’ll come by and check them out. Remember, there’s a Rafflecopter giveaway for the tour ($25 gift card and copies of both books)!

Word-Slingers – Guest Interview Louisa Bacio

Thanks for dropping by for today’s Word-Slingers. I’m hosting Louisa Bacio, author of popular books like The Vampire, the Witch and the Werewolf. Today, she’s here to share her new book, Bed of the Dead with all of us. But first, let’s get to know her a bit better, shall we?

1) How long have you been writing?

For almost as long as I can remember. I can recite a poem I wrote at eight about my best friend who drifted apart. Professionally, I worked for newspapers and magazines for the last 20 years, and my first book was published in 2010.

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.)

Way too many to actually name! I do have a family, with two small children (ahhh: homework!). In addition to writing, I teach college, edit for magazines and publishing houses, and work part time doing marketing at an office. I also volunteer as vice president of my local RWA chapter, Orange County. Sometimes I want to crawl into bed and simply read. It’s hard to shut off everything, but it’s also good to do at times.
 The how I do it? Regularly, I stay up to 2 a.m., and sometimes I tell my kids that I’m “off-duty” once it hits 11 p.m. at night. (TM – that sounds familiar. Yeesh)

3) What can you tell us about your release Bed of the Dead? What I’m looking for is the story about how the story came to be, not just the blurb and what not.

It’s a vampire encounter gone bad. They’re not all Twilight-nice these days, you know? The tale came to me pretty quickly, and it’s filled with rich descriptions and imagery. Although it’s short – a little bit more than 2,000 words, I tried to pack it full of story, if that makes sense. The love interest, Seth, has continued to haunt me, so I think we’ll be seeing more of him in the future.

4) This short story is labeled dark erotic paranormal. That’s quite a mouthful. What is it about the genre that you like so much?

Growing up, my favorite genre to read was horror fiction, with Stephen King as my favorite author. There’s something about that darkness, what hides under the bed or in the depths of a person’s mind. Bed of the Dead is an erotic short story, but it certainly doesn’t have that traditional happily-ever-after. Well, maybe there will be …

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

Traditionally, I write paranormal and contemporary erotic romance. Bed of the Dead, and my upcoming release Reanimated Love with Hot Ink Press, fall more into that “dark” category. It’s more of a borderline horror with an erotic twist.

6) Sweet or sour?

Definitely a sweet type of gal. Love Mongolian beef, not sweet & sour pork!

7) Chocolate or vanilla?

Vanilla … for the most part.

Louisa Bacio is the author of five erotic novels, including the paranormal series The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf, and numerous steamy short stories.
Bacio enjoys soaking up the sun in Southern California, and spending time with her family. In addition to writing and editing, Bacio teaches college courses in English, journalism, film studies and popular culture.


When Chloe places an Online ad for some kinky sex, she doesn’t expect to hook up with a vampire coven. But sleeping in the bed of the dead isn’t all she expected. Instead of a cold lay, she craves some warm flesh. Fortunately, gorgeous surfer-boy Seth is more than willing to share his humanity.

There you go. Wouldn’t you just love to read an excerpt or even the book! Available at all the regular retailers!

Don’t forget to come back for Six Sentence Sunday on, er, Sunday, when I share another 6 from Prophecy of Blood. On Monday, I’ll be shining my beacon-like spotlight on fellow Evernight author, London St. James!

As part of my blog tour, this week I’ve been here and here so far.  Today, my characters will show up on Lia Davis’ blog (unclear when this post will be up). Check out my blog-tour schedule for my busy next week or so!

Have a great weekend!

Word-Slingers – Guest Andrew Katz

Welcome back for your Monday dose of Word-Slingers. Today’s interview is with Andrew Katz, who is touring with his current book, Descendants.

1) How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing since September of last year, and haven’t looked back since starting.

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.)

Honestly, I live a pretty dull life. I have school work (which unfortunately does come first), and writing. I live with four friends in Philadelphia on our college campus, so responsibility isn’t exactly a problem for me, presently.

3) What can you tell us about your release Descendants. I’m looking for the story of how the story came to be, not just the blurb. So please, dish!

Well, I was very bored one night, having just completed whatever I had been reading at the time, and got to talking with a friend. Of course, by talking I mean complaining incessantly about boredom. She suggested to me that I write something. I took her advice, and Descendants just sort of came about. The first page is the first thing I wrote that night, and when I took it to my father he asked if I’d actually written it. That was in fact high praise so I kept with it, and here we are.

4) What is it about the, as you put it, fantasy/knightpunk genre that you like so much?

I love the sort of parallel it draws between the old fashioned Arthurian chivalry and the way society has progressed. The protagonist is a smart-mouthed twenty year old knight that goes around talking trash to gods and devils alike, while wearing a full set of medieval plate armor.

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

I would definitely like to at some point. I have so many little ideas that I’d like to expand upon, and if I move to another genre it would more than likely be a traditional style fantasy or a space odyssey.

6) Sweet or sour?


7) Chocolate or vanilla?


Andrew Katz is a young, up and coming author from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. His novel, “Descendants”, is his first full length work. Action, adventure, and a healthy dose of sarcasm are staples of his writing. He has also published a short story in the anthology “Dark Light”, centering on the same protagonist as his novel. Andrew loves music, reading, his dog George, and relaxing in the sun. He may not be the most exciting person, but he makes up for it with imagination and… unpredictability.

Knights are dead and gone since the days of Camelot. The ancient battles pitting sword and shield against one another are just a distant memory, one that very few even give validity, and that’s exactly how it should be. I mean honestly, if people knew half of what really went on in the shadows and under the bed they’d probably wind up institutionalized.

Luckily, that’s where people like me come in. I’m a Knight. That’s right, an armor-clad, sword-wielding powerhouse of old, with all the powers and responsibilities that come with that position. We’re not all gone, but unfortunately, trouble is brewing in the Kingdom hidden in North America… and it’s kind of my fault. I killed a bunch of gnomes, which in turn pissed off some trolls. Now they’re trying to kill me and start a war with all of humanity. And all while and ancient evil is awakening to try and block my path at every turn.

No more than five steps out of the building, I became very happy I had prepared for trouble. Standing in the way of my now wrecked Jeep Wrangler, were four very unhappy looking rock trolls. They were all muscle, stone, and snarls, and just like good old thugs they brandished weapons.
They had a baseball bat, tire iron, chain, and spiked knuckles between them. Bad news about the weapons, they all seemed to be made of dragon bone and would be able to do quite a bit of damage. I wondered where low life thugs would have gotten weapons like that, and why they’d fashion dragon bone into them, but that wasn’t the most pertinent thing at the time. The trolls themselves ranged from about six and a half to seven feet tall. I glanced at Dev. He had slipped on two knuckle-dusters (made of my special alloy) and was smiling an anticipatory smile that didn’t touch his eyes. It occurred to me that not one of the trolls were as big as he was and that it was probable that none of them had even a thousandth of the training we did.
Outnumbered two to one, we would mop the floor with them. And of course as my confidence peaked, four more of the blasted things circled in behind us.
I dropped out of my coat, rolled my sleeves up to the elbow, and pulled my blade from the back of my jeans. It didn’t make a sound as I flicked it open. I looked at Devin and asked as nonchalantly as I could manage. “Which four do you want?”

Oh, by the way, my name is Sir Godric Patronar, Knight of the Realm, Anointed Warrior, Master Blacksmith, General Smartass, and Heir Apparent to the Kingship of North America.  

Thanks for coming by, everyone. I appreciate your visit and Andrew would love to hear from you either by email or comments  below.  Be sure to come back on Thursday when I interview Louisa Bacio about her current release, Bed of the Dead.

In other news, on my own Sizzling PR book tour, I’m being spotlighted and interviewed at Simply Ali’s blog today. Be sure to check it out. Don’t forget, there’s a Raffle Copter giveaway for the tour ($25 gift card to Amazon or B&N and copies of both my books).

Six Sentence Sunday (9/9/12) – #sixsunday

Woohoo, another week down, yeah? We’re getting closer and closer to winter, and as a resident of Florida, lemme tell I can’t wait for things to cool down. I’m tired of dealing with the heat for a while.

Now, down to business. If this is your first time, thanks for dropping by. If you’re a returning visitor, welcome back! This week’s entry comes from the opening page of my current WIP, Prophecy of Blood.

Vampires died in gory and violent fashion. Christine Javert fully expected to do so. When a girl spent her recent life hunting for a bunch of murderous vampire terrorists, it was a natural expectation. What she had never expected was to be paralyzed by her mentor and dragged out to die in a pool of sunshine on her own tiny lanai, its high walls shielding the next door neighbor from seeing her helpless state.

Twenty feet away, his green eyes fixed on hers in shocked horror, Jordan MacNaught stood, caught in a similar web of paralysis. Between them stood the imposing figure of her mentor, supposed friend, Xanthea, severe features schooled in an expression of concentration as she kept both vampires immobile.

Thanks again for stopping by. Please don’t forget to check out the other entries. You can find the entire list HERE.

Coming up tomorrow, I interview Andrew Katz as part of his blog tour through Sizzling PR. On Thursday, Louisa Bacio is due up. Hope to see you then!