Word-Slingers – Guest Krystal Shannan

Today I have the pleasure of hosting Krystal Shannan. Oddly, I don’t remember how I met this awesome and lovely lady, but when she sent out a call for blogs to visit, I leaped at the chance to host her with her current book. So let’s get right to the good stuff!

1) How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing stories since elementary school. I started my first novel in high school –never finished it, LOL. Since then I have had several practice manuscripts. 2012 has been my year for pushing myself to the next step. By 2013 I hope to have 3 titles published.

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.)

Wow! Good, question. I am a juggler for sure… I have a full-time elementary teaching job, a husband, a two-year-old daughter, a dog, a house, a personal blog, just started a review blog, and usually three WIPs going at once. Ummmmm…. I don’t sleep a lot anymore. I hate to say that it’s usually my writing time that suffers, but I have found taking a notepad with me to work will make me write during all my breaks at school. I get a lot more written that I realize. Usually about 500-1000 words during the course of the day and then I try to have a power hour when I get home and hubby can watch the munchkin. I can usually write 1500-2000 words during a power hour. My social media time is before anyone else wakes up in the morning and after dinner while everyone is watching TV.

3) What can you tell us about OPEN HOUSE: Pool of Souls?

So I’ve always been obsessed with ancient Greece and Rome. I read everything I could find about the myths and legends and historical figures. I was a huge fan of the Hercules and Xena television shows as a kid too. They were so fake, but so much fun. I remember watching them with my brothers and laughing because we could see the people jump backwards when they were supposed to get punched or kicked and all the scenery was made of foam!
 A couple years ago I began toying with the idea of a novel centered on Aphrodite, but I didn’t just want her to be the goddess of love that nobody really took seriously. So after a lot of research I read about this idea of a higher and a common Aphrodite. Two! One was the daughter of Gaia and Uranus and the other was the daughter of Zeus. THUS….. my muse was born. As soon as I found her, she came to life and began telling me all these fantastic stories about how she matched soul mates, was connected to humanity’s passion, and slowly by surely she’s been sharing bits and pieces of her own past.

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

The idea that the fantastic and otherworldly things are neatly tucked away in our world and we don’t even know it. I love the idea of magic and fantasy.

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

I’ve tried my hand at historicals…. Not sure how that’s going to turn out. I have a contemporary novella releasing with Decadent Publishing this Christmas. I probably will dig more into the contemporary genre, but mostly stay in the paranormal.

6) Sweet or sour?


7) Chocolate or vanilla?

Dark Chocolate everything! Except when it comes to ice cream. Then I want vanilla. (TM – you are a sick, sick person. Vanilla ice cream?! But other than that, so with you on the dark chocolate!)

Krystal Shannan is a born, raised, and current TEXAN. She is married to a wonderful man who supports her dream of writing and allows her to spend many evening and weekend hours glued to her laptop. During the day she moonlights as an elementary music teacher. In addition to a doting husband, a young daughter is also part of the picture and keeps her hopping! An ornery little Welsh Corgi completes the household.
Krystal has been writing stories since she could hold a pencil. She has always dreamed of writing romance and sharing the “movies in her head” with the world. If she’s not writing, she’s reading –historical, paranormal, action, adventure –anything she can get her hands on that ends with a Happily Ever After!

Krystal love sto hear from people and has a contact form on her website just for that!
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Intrinsically woven into the fabric of human existence, Aphrodite, Titan Goddess of Love and Passion, dedicates herself to matching soul mates. 

Rebecca Carol and Robert Corvin missed their original chance to bond when Ares, God of War, took control of Robert’s career ten years ago. Their souls have naturally pulled them back together for a second chance at love, but… How far will the gods go to get their own way? 

Will divine influence create another perfect match or will it tear them apart forever?
            Rebecca opened the bag of takeout and handed Robert his box of lo mein while she went looking for her edamame and salt. She grabbed a mini eggroll and popped it into her mouth. The fried crispy pork and veggie flavors were heaven in her mouth. She moaned in satisfaction. The beans were at the bottom of the sack. She pulled out the box and popped open the little container of salt.
            “Good?” Robert asked before shoveling a bite of noodles into his mouth.
            “Delicious. Want one?” Rebecca held out another mini egg roll. Robert shook his head. She shrugged and popped it into her mouth as well. He chuckled.
            “What if I changed my mind?”
            “It’s too late now, genius; I swallowed it.” Rebecca laughed and broke open an edamame bean. She licked the salt off the pod and sucked the three little soybeans into her mouth. When she glanced up from her food, she couldn’t help but smirk. Robert had frozen in place, chopsticks midway to his mouth, and was just watching her eat. His brown eyes had darkened, and he was looking at her as though she were dinner instead of the lo mein.
            “Are you okay?” she asked cautiously, the corners of her mouth still turned up in a smirk.
            “I don’t think you’re going to be finishing that food right now.”
            “Really?” Rebecca set her paper box of edamame on the floor. “Why not?”
            Robert carefully placed his box to the side. He pushed her food out of the way and grabbed the edge of the cushion she was sitting on. The pillow slid easily on the hardwood floor.
            “I need to kiss you.” 

And there you have it, the fabulous Krystal Shannan! Hope you’ll leave a comment below, and check out the opportunity to win on her tour-wide Rafflecopter Give-Away!


Six Sentence Sunday (10/28/12) – #sixsunday

Here we are on Sunday once again. Yay! And only a few days left until Halloween. Fun times. Don’t forget, after you’ve read my Six Sentences to visit the main site and look at the other offerings.

Today’s entry comes from a short I did called The Lie which came out a little over a week ago in the Wildfire Newsletter as its Daily Sizzle. If you want to read the whole thing, you can find it HERE (toward the bottom). The Lie is a historical which shows just what it was that Anthony told Dara to make her believe he could be a murderer when she knew him to be a good man. He clears that mess up finally in Blood Rage, and we learn why he lied to her as well.

The world contracted until only His Grace and the scent of candle wax remained. She shook her head in disbelief, hoped she was misunderstanding. She straightened and searched his face for some hint she might be wrong. “Yet you’re here.”
A chill ripped down her spine at the ice-cold smile he flashed her, so disdainful. “I came to see your reaction, love, to watch you crumble in the dirt when you discovered dear, sweet little Jeremiah and Edward were gone.”

There you go! 

I’ve got a final two stops on the Dream-Walker War tour (with its $25 gift card give-away at the end) this week. In theory, there will be a review from Reviews by Molly on Monday (though she’s been running behind lately) and a review at Intoxicated by Books on Wednesday. Don’t forget to stop by and comment and/or tweet about the stop for a chance to win the gift card and both books in the series.

My guest here on Word-Slingers tomorrow will be Krystal Shannan. Hope to see you then.

Tiger Cub and Life

That’s my Tiger Cub wearing his uniform (the required elements by his troop) for the first time. He was off to get his Bobcat badge that night. Awwww, my baby’s growing up! First grade, smart as can be, and always into stuff. Oy. And I’ve got the girls coming up behind him. At least their scouting fund raisers will be affordable. They’ll sell Girl Scout Cookies at somewhere around $4/box. He sells popcorn. Yeesh. $40 popcorn.

Life goes on for me. Battling some major depression issues. I have no reason to be depressed, and yet it’s getting so bad sometimes I just want to walk away from everything in my life: job, husband, and yes, even my kids. And yet the kids are what can get me to smile when the dark clamors hit their loudest.

Hopefully if I can find the correct starting point for the last book in the Dream-Walker War, I’ll be able to bury everything until the problem passes again. So far, not yet. A few ideas, but nothing I’ve even been able to want to put in a Word document. I’m not even sure who my hero’s going to be. I’ve got two ideas, but again, nothing’s clicked yet. Maybe I’ll start with the specific idea that the last book will be UF, and thus a romance isn’t necessary, write, and see what floats to the surface as I go.

I am looking forward to this evening though. Sammie (Twin B) decided to see what the splash in the toilet would look like when she dumped my iPhone in the toilet on Saturday. I was about 3 feet away from retrieving it when it went into the drink. DOH!

The phone went ker-splat Monday morning, so I’ve been going through major phone withdrawals. Now mind, it’s not talking on the phone I miss. Heavens no. It’s my books, and my texting, and all the million other things you can do with a smart phone. I firmly believe telephones were only invented to help us bridge the gap between letter writing and emails/texting. Heh. And now telephones should go away. I hate talking on the phone.

Have a great week, everyone!

Word-Slingers – Guest KaSonndra Leigh

Today’s guest is KaSonndra Leigh, here to talk about her book Dark Seraphine. She’ll be back next month a couple of times for spotlights on her other books.

1) How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing since I was 19. That was eh-em, a while ago. LoL I decided to pursue a professional writing career about 5 years ago. I took a course from the Institute of Children’s Literature and was assigned to an outstanding children’s writer named Stephen Roos who mentored me. He was the one who made me truly believe that I could bring my fantastical worlds to life.

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.)

There are probably 20 of them hanging around up there in juggleville. 😀 And they’re all painted in different colors too. This means I have to have an organized plan in order to read, write, blog, promote, market, work, and take care of my two teenage sons. PHEW! Right? 😀

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

So glad you asked. The YA Paranormal Romance genre is ruled by female protagonists. We all know that right? I’ve seen so many readers and reviewers say they wish there was a paranormal romance in a boy’s POV. At the same time, my sons said they wanted to see me write a boy book set in our day and time. And my readers wanted to know what caused the “Great War” in the Lost Immortals: When Copper Suns Fall. Guess what? Dark Seraphine was born out of all those desires/requests, etc.
 Be sure and come to the official release day party for Dark Seraphine on 10/21 at the Young Adult Teen Readers group on facebook! There’ll be prizes and FUN stuff going on.

4) What is it about the gothic paranormal romance genre that you like so much? I know you’ve got a couple of other books on tour in the same bent.

I’m strange, odd, and unusual. And I also have a super romantic side that I finally gave in to. There’s no other genre that fits what I’ve enjoyed reading and watching mostly all of my life besides this one. Thanks for taking the time to notice and ask this question. 😀

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

I am planning on moving into another genre. I have a contemporary romantic thriller that takes place in Milan, Italy and New Orleans, Louisiana that I’ll be releasing sometime in 2013. It’s about a woman who begins to have memories of being trapped inside of a hospital prison and she doesn’t know why. That one was a lot of fun to write because it’s set in two of my favorite cities. Stay tuned. 😀

6) Sweet or sour?

Sweet. Sour does strange things to my taste buds.

7) Chocolate or vanilla?

Both all mixed up together in one container. i.e. cookies-n-cream 😀 (TM – Yum!)

KaSonndra Leigh was born in Charlotte, North Carolina. She now lives in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, North Carolina. Her two sons, Xavier and Xevandre, aka the X-Men, have made her promise to write a boy book next. See the results of this adventure in the Dark Seraphine question inside the interview.
She holds the MFA in creative writing, and loves to play CLUE, Monopoly (the Indiana Jones version), and Pandora’s Box (good writer’s block therapy). She lives in an L-shaped house with a garden dedicated to her grandmother. It has a secret library complete with fairies, Venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of clear blue glass.

“Mom always says the angels walk among us. She forgot to tell me that sometimes they’re not all fluffy and nice.”

Seventeen-year-old Caleb Wood has seen people he calls the walkers since he was a baby. It didn’t take long for him to realize something…no one can see these strangers but him. They never stuck around or tried to touch him. And they never said a word. That was until one day on the first day of class in his senior year when an incredibly gorgeous girl strolls into his life…and things are never the same again.

Soon Caleb realizes he has stepped into the middle of a growing conflict between two celestial races. And his ability to see the invisible ones, the half-breeds that want to modify the human race, just might be the only hope both he and the mysterious, but infuriating Gia have of making it out alive.

There was no one in the classroom besides the two of us. To admit this girl made me feel a little shaky sounded weak. I put on a manly face, squared my shoulders, and sat in the desk behind her. The little kid in me still wanted to run away like a baby, though.

And then she laughed.

It was a high-pitched giggle, a normal girl’s sound. That wasn’t right. I don’t remember any of the other spirits laughing before.

“So you wanna run from me, huh? Go ahead. I’ll just find you like I always do, Caleb,” she said, still facing the chalk board in the front of the classroom. Her voice was smooth like a musical instrument, maybe a flute. Nah. It was more like a harp. I could listen to it all day.

But even her sexy pipes didn’t change the fact that she just read my mind. How did she do that?

“Are you going to run, or stay? I need a quick answer, because I have a lot to do today.” She turned her head to the side a bit.

“I don’t run from anything,” I said, trying to ignore the prickle in my underarms. Good thing I used my dad’s deodorant this morning. That old-timers stuff was strong enough to knock out anything.

She didn’t scare me as much as some of the other walkers, my nickname for them. But I wasn’t ready to get her digits either. As a baby, I remembered talking to a few of them. That ability disappeared sometime around my thirteenth birthday. This was the first time I spoke to one in four years.

“What are you people: angels, ghosts, or zombies?” I asked, my voice squeaking on the last syllable. What a dork.

“Can’t you be a little more creative?” She turned around in her seat to face me, an amused expression on her ridiculously gorgeous face. I sucked my breath. Her strange amber-hazel eyes pierced through me. The word beautiful didn’t do enough for this walker-girl.

“I thought I was pretty creative,” I said.

“Nope. Your ideas suck,” she said with a smug face.

“Nice. Thanks,” I said, getting annoyed.

“And I don’t sparkle in the sun, either. So scratch that one off your list too.”

I frowned. “Then tell me the right answer. And you can go ahead and explain how I won the honor of being stalked?”

“I’m a creative mix of many things. Feel better now?” She tilted her head. Blue-black hair flowed around her face as if it were made of silky thread. “So others have come before me?” She seemed to be talking to herself rather than asking me.

“Maybe,” I said. Why should I tell her everything? One thing I did know. At this rate, I was probably going to be committed to the loony ward on the first day of school. 

“I’m going to need your help soon, Caleb. You have to be ready,” she whispered, her face suddenly serious. Right then, I knew my world was about to change…forever.

And there you have it! Dark Seraphine! Hope you enjoyed the look.

Six Sentence Sunday (10/21/12) – #sixsunday

Good morning everyone, and welcome back for another exciting installment of Six Sentence Sunday. Don’t forget to check out the other participants HERE.

Today’s entry comes from (shock of shocks) Prophecy of Blood. Chris just had a panic attack and has fled outside. Jordan’s watching safely from inside, away from the sunlight, and has an unexpected moment of longing.

Well beyond the rim of sunlight that made it past the sliding glass door, Jordan watched Chrissy commune with the sunlight and knew a surprising pang of envy. It suited her, golden light kissing her features. He’d been locked away from the height of the day for a thousand years now, never really missed it. He’d made his choice, delighted in being a member of the Blood with all the power and longevity that came with it. And yet, here he stood, watching her and longing for something he’d never known he might want again.

At least the privacy wall around her lanai kept any  pesky neighbors from noticing the sunbathing vampire. 

And there you have it! Now for other news.

 One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return.

 With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover his plots to incite a world-wide species war are in fact diversion from his far more sinister plans for the humans. 

Yup, Prophecy of Blood was accepted officially, contract signed and I am currently waiting on cover art. The above is my tentative blurb for the book.

Tomorrow on Word-Slingers, I will be interviewing KaSonndra Leigh.

This week on the Dream-Walker War Tour, I will be three places: 10/22 http://ramblingsfromthischick.blogspot.com/, 10/24 for a review http://starrynightbookreviews.blogspot.com.au/, and and interview on 10/26 at http://tbrtheblog.blogspot.com/.  Hope to see you guys around! Don’t forget, the tour has a Rafflecopter give away for a $25 gift card and copies of both Rage & Rising!

Word-Slingers – Spotlight on Nikki Prince

Today’s wonderful guest is fellow Evernight Author, Nikki Prince. I had the pleasure of being one of her beta readers/critique partners just before she submitted Demon Mine, and I was really excited to hear when EP picked her up. Hope you enjoy!

Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life and love for Liliana Jackson over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. For you see, Liliana was once Lilith the first wife of Adam and the lover of Samael. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?
(Warning – Explicit)
Liliana Jackson sat on the bed in the darkened room. Her breath was ragged as she eagerly waited for her lover to arrive. The need she felt was always instant when she thought of him. The slightest movement of cloth from her sundress scraping over her hard nipples tortured her as her bare pussy dampened. She glanced at the small clock on the wall opposite her bed. It would be only a matter of minutes before he stepped across the threshold.
She tried to be patient and wait. She let out a whimper, trying her best to wait for him, but failing. Slowly, she slipped her dress up her thighs, baring her shaved pussy to the air in the room, parting her legs while she leaned back onto the pillows; her fingers teased along her slit in one smooth stroke. She slid two fingers around her wet entrance, and then leisurely teased her clit. Liliana inched one, then two fingers inside of her drenched folds with a moan. She rocked her hips to push them in deeper as her head fell back against the pillow.
She groaned once more as she neared orgasm. One without him. He’d want to punish her, and she’d welcome it. She loved it when he acted all badass around her. In fact, she wanted it. Even as independent as she had always been, she needed his commanding presence, lust and strength. It fueled all of those things within her as well. His needs fed her needs. Her eyes moved to the door. She grinned. There he stood, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his muscled chest. He looked angry—the edges of his mouth turned down and narrowed eyes fixed on her undulating body.
“Hello, lover.¬” Her words were a raspy purr of arousal.
Samael, her lover and the object of her lusts, filled the doorway with his presence. Samael, with his lithe, muscular body, tattoos on his arms, long, dark hair that fell past his shoulders, and when angry, eyes so dark they were fathomless against his paler skin. He was her dark demon, the possessor of her very being, her soul. He continued to stand there, arms crossed over his chest. Samael’s dark eyes turned hazel as they slowly traveled her body to focus on her fingers, which continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. The change in eye color was a sure sign of his rising lust, a hue she was well acquainted with and wanted … no, craved to see.
“I ordered you to wait, Lili.” She heard the impatience in his voice.
Biting back a small moan, she arched her back up off the bed, her eyes still connected with his as her fingers curled to stroke her g-spot.
“You order me to do a lot of things, Sami. I don’t always listen.”
He gave a low warning snarl. A groan from her was the response he received. He hated when she shortened his name from Samael to Sami. Her eyes moved down his body with leisure, exploring every nuance that made up the fabulous male standing before her. The black t-shirt fit his muscled form well, along with the black jeans that did little to hide his huge hard-on.
“You protest, yet your cock is enjoying the attention I’m giving myself. Seeing as you were late, I thought it would be okay to start without you. Honestly, do you think I would rather have your cock or my fingers?” All the while, her fingers continued to plunge into her tight core, her legs bent on the bed as she arched her back. She splayed her legs out before him so that he saw every thrust.
“Lili, you’re just begging to be spanked.” She shivered and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. His words sparked more need than fear. His approach was leisurely as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. She moved her free hand between her spread thighs and tugged at her clit. “Stop your fingers now. Remove them or you’ll not get what you want from me.”
With measured deliberation, Liliana pulled her fingers from her pussy. Keeping her eyes on Samael, she slowly, teasingly licked them clean. His eyes narrowed, and Liliana smirked. “You didn’t say I couldn’t taste.”
“Remove the fucking dress, Lili. Do it quickly, or you will not get a chance to come as you need to. Then get your pretty little ass on your knees and hold on to the headboard.” His words quickly wiped the smirk off her face. She didn’t say anything as she got to her knees and slipped the sundress off, tossing it to the floor. With one last look of feigned defiance, she turned to settle on her knees with her hands clutched to the headboard. The rustling of his clothing filled the otherwise silent room, and then they were skin to skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, pushed against the crease of her ass as his body pressed close to hers from behind.

Her breath caught in anticipation of his touching her as she craved. She did not say a word. If Liliana tested him, he would follow through on not letting her come. That could not happen; she wanted him bad. A soft mewl slipped from her lips as the head of his cock stroked along her dripping entrance. Her hands tightened on the headboard when he pressed into her. His lips were only an inch from her ear as he spoke with what could only be devilish delight.


And there you have it, Nikki Prince. Stay tuned for updates regarding Prophecy. Coming next Monday is an interview with KaSonndra Leigh. Have a great week!

Six Sentence Sunday (10/14/12) – #sixsunday

Happy Sunday, everyone! Still holding on Prophecy, but this time it’s for the contract to show up. 🙂 So a few months from now, I’ll have another book out! Woohoo!

In honor of that, my entry for SSS is part of the prophecy that inspired the name of the book. It comes from the first chapter of the book, so I don’t think it’s a huge spoiler. 🙂

One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return.

Only one with the blood of the unliving, the mighty Aketh, and the mage-born may work the magic to summon the Lost Island. Only one with so many mixed bloodlines may pierce the veil behind which Dread Atlantis lurks.

One chance exists to return the island behind the veil, ne’er to threaten the safety of this world.

Five lines of magic remained when Atlantis disappeared. Five points to the star, with a walker of dreams descended from the royal house standing in the center to balance and shape the magic.  

And there you have it. Don’t forget to check out the many other wonderful entries in the Six Sentence fun by going HERE for the main list.

I will be interviewing Nikki Prince tomorrow here on the blog. I had a chance to critique part of her recent release, Demon Mine, so I’m really happy to host her.

For stops on the Dream-Walker War tour, I will be spotlighted at Page Flippers on Monday, Dara pops in to talk about Blood Rage along with reportedly a review of the book (Brunette Librarian) and a guest post (Sarah Carr’s blog) on Tuesday, a spotlight at A Passion for Romance on Thursday, and finally an interview at W. Lynn Chantale’s blog on Friday. Whew! What a week. Hope to see you guys around.

Don’t forget, each stop comes with a chance to get Raffle Copter entries for my blog-wide giveaway of a gift card and copies of both Blood Rage and Blood-Mage Rising!

Winner Winner!

That’s right, we have a winner for my step in Evernight’s Birthday Blog Hop. That winner is Elizabeth Garza, commenter #19!

Sorry about the “Happy 1st, Jackie” on the cake. It was the only celebratory cake picture I knew wasn’t copyrighted by someone else. Hehehe. Well, I had a Happy 1st Sammie one, but….

Thanks for participating. Stay tuned for news about the Evernight grand-prize winner!

Evernight Birthday Blog Hop

Welcome to the Evernight Publishing birthday blog hop!

Evernight Publishing opened its doors two years ago. In those two years we’ve signed over one hundred and sixty authors and published over three hundred books. From paranormal to contemporary, we’ve had more best sellers than we can count and made thousands of people smile, sigh and gasp. So, as a thank you to all our readers and everyone who has supported us, we’re holding this blog hop and we have a whole lot of prizes to offer you.

Here’s how it works… the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each author on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering the following grand prizes, a Kindle, a $100 Amazon gift certificate, two Evernight swag bags (which includes a tote, a tee, vouchers, a mug and other coolness) and a personalized Facebook banner. To be in with a chance of winning the author prize simply follow the blog you’re visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning a grand prize! 

You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you’ve done so.

Good luck and happy hopping!

As for my prize in the hop, it will be your choice of either of my books (pictured here). If you don’t win (or don’t want to wait to find out if you won), you can buy them right now at AllRomance E-Books for half price! Yup, you read that right. Evernight’s books are all discounted at ARE right now. How’s that for a birthday present from them?

Blood Rage
For eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived in relative peace together. The peace is threatened when three bodies turn up less than a mile from the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs in Tampa, all bearing the signature of vampires who once terrorized Europe.

The Bureau’s chief liaison to the vampires, Dara MacKechnie, learns that the Tampa victims are not alone when her ex-lover, and head of the vampire’s Great Council, Anthony Caldwell comes calling.

The pair discovers the lie that separated them two centuries ago only banked their passion, not extinguished it. Dara must decide whether she can trust Anthony with her heart a second time as they try to head off the war that threatens all they hold dear.

Blood-Mage Rising
In the eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived side by side, relatively at peace.  In an attack that leaves his wife dead, Jordan MacNaught is caught up in the start of a war meant to turn the other races against the vampires. He knows beyond a doubt the vampires of yesteryear are not involved in the attacks. They’re all dead, except for him.

Jordan asks for Chris Javert’s help in hunting those who murdered his wife. She’s no stranger to hunting vampires. After all, she nearly destroyed Jordan when she ended the reign of his Aristocrats in Europe two hundred years ago.

Despite doubts about Jordan’s innocence, Chris joins forces with him, the man who once tried to kill her, to save the inter-species pace from the new Aristocrats before war consumes them all.

Don’t forget to check out all the other authors from Evernight’s taking part in the Birthday Hop and good luck!