*Giveaway & Excerpt* The Soother (The Brennan Coven Trilogy #2) by Dark Minds

The Soother

(The Brennan Coven Trilogy #2)

A WITCH WITH THE GIFT OF LIGHT

Calliope the Soother is a witch devotingher life to easing the pain and misery of others, drawing out the darkness andreplacing it with light.

A HALF-BREED WITH THE CURSE OF DARKNESS

A powerful wizard by birthright, KrystoffDubhar’s tainted blood carries shadows destined to possess his mind and soul.Only with outlawed, dangerous blood magick can he hold the shadows at bay.

HIS SHADOWS WEAKEN HER

In the shadowed realm of Mistropa,Krystoff falls to overwhelming odds. Just as the Queen of Shadows is about toclaim his power—and his life, Calliope hears the foreboding cry of the banshee,and the Soother becomes the wizard’s savior. As Calliope heals her mysteriousfanged enemy, her heart is sent into overdrive. Is her accelerated pulseprompted by fear or desire? Either way, Krystoff’s shadowed presence provesdangerous. His sensual words ignite a fire long held dormant. His kiss revealsa forbidden passion.

HIS HUNGER MAY VERY WELL KILL HER

Seeking vengeance, the Queen’s dark armyturns the Soother’s village into a battleground rife with death anddestruction. Calliope fights to save her coven. Krystoff fights to save theSoother who has captured his heart. One bite changes everything. Can lovesurvive the never-ending battle between light and dark?

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         Her pounding pulse heated Krystoff’sblood and had saliva pooling in his mouth. He swallowed but it wasn’t nearlyenough to quench his thirst. Standing behind her, he

quicklyconjured a pair of jeans and slid them on, then backed away from the inviting

skinjust below her right ear. This witch’s intense scrutinizing had been quite thetest in

self-control.One more minute and he would have pinned her against the door and traced

histongue over each and every tattoo decorating her skin. 

         Krystoff walked around the table andpulled out another chair, flipped it around and

satastride. “Charmer, huh?” He liked the nickname, even though it didn’t suit him.

Nothingabout his life had been charmed. Blaming Riona would have been easy, but he’d

madehis own share of mistakes over the years. Something about this witch had him

regrettingquite a few of those blunders. Perhaps her magick had him ensnared in a spell

ofremorse.

         Her hands found their way to her lapand she sighed. “My sister named you that.”

         Red marks in the shape of her fingersmarred her pale neck. They would fade, but he didn’t like seeing them at all.He should be the only one marking her neck. What was he thinking? This witchwasn’t his. Nor did he have time for a romp between the sheets—

noteven a short one. His mother—correction—Rionawould be looking for him. It would be wise if he sought her out first. Maybehe’d get lucky and find Riona and Scout in the

sameplace.

         His blue-eyed angel stared at him, andhe realized she’d been waiting for him to speak. “Sister? Ah, the fire witch.”The witch with red hair had incredible aim. She’d fried many Mistropans withone fireball. How many had she taken out after he’d passed out?

         Calliope smiled. “Just one of her manytalents. Bevva’s a caster.” The smile vanished.

         He watched as she pinched her lips shutand shook her head. “It’s okay. Her secret is safe with me.” 

         “I doubt it.”

         “Don’t.” 

Shejerked in her seat as if he’d slapped her. He’d never met such a complex being.

Onemoment she looked ready to throttle him, a second later he thought she’d bolt,and

yetanother blink and the witch appeared ready to join him for a littleskin-on-skin action.

Krystoffcleared his throat and attempted to soften his tone. “It’s the least I can do.

Thetwo of you saved my life. I owe you at least that.” He stuck out his hand.“Name’s

Krystoff.”

         Wariness danced in her eyes before shesighed again and accepted his hand.

“Calliope.”

         Lovely. “Suits you.” He skimmed his thumb overher knuckle.

         She blinked and pulled away, hermovements sluggish. “Does it? I never thought so.”

         “You’re made to make music and danceunder the stars.”

         A blush crept across her cheeks. “Ifonly Bevva could hear you now. She’d laugh her way to the moon.” Calliopepicked at the chipped black polish on her thumb. “Charmer, indeed. You usethose lines on all women, or just the ones who save you from taking a strollwith the banshee?” 

         Shoving out of her chair, she stompedto the stove and restocked her cabinets with

precision.Each methodical movement captivated Krystoff. She waved a glass bottle in

frontof her face, then placed it on the exact shelf he’d taken it from. He admiredher

organizationalskills. 

         Krystoff scooted his chair closer. Herpace slowed and a bottle of dill fell from her

shakinghands, spilling onto the floor.  “Do Imake you nervous?”

         Her lashes fluttered open. With a deepbreath, she turned and leaned against the

counter.“No. You make me tired.”

         “I can see that.” Dark circles hadformed crescents under her eyes and her shoulders

saggedbeneath her black T-shirt. “Why?” He’d expect her to be tired if he’d gottenhis

wishand had some fun in that bed of hers. They’d only had a simple and brief

conversation.What could possibly be tiring about that?

         Calliope shoved her hair out of herface, exposing the stars around her eye. “It really doesn’t concern you.” 

         Krystoff rose and flashed across thesmall room. The kitchen blurred beyond

recognition,but it mattered not. He knew exactly where he was going. In less than a

second,he stood directly in front of her, then tilted her chin up with a gentle touchof one

finger.“Are you sure about that?”

         More blinking, followed by, “You need togo.”

Hesmiled, dipped closer. She smelled of powder and lilacs, sunshine andwildflower

meadows.A more alluring combination could not possibly exist. “I’m not ready to go.”

Calliopegripped his shoulders and pushed. Krystoff didn’t budge. He held her in place

withhis body. When she punched him, he laughed. This witch was feisty. If only hehad

moretime. 

         “What are you?” she asked with one morefutile shove.

         He considered lying, and then shrugged.“I’m just a soulless half-breed wizard, but I do believe you’re the one who’scast a spell.” He couldn’t resist. Krystoff dipped his head one more time,touched his lips to hers and became even more enchanted.

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About The Luminary (Book #1)

When Meera Brennan learns she’s a Luminary, one of the most powerful witches in existence, it rocks her already fragile world. The revelation explains the disturbing episodes that made her question her sanity, but does little to soothe the sting of discovering her life is now at risk. To save herself and keep peace within the veiled community, Meera will have to hone her powers and brave an ancient realm to destroy the slayer’s magickal source. She alone must dispel chaos and ensure the balance of good and evil for all mankind.

Banished and stripped of his guardian powers because of a witch, Ghanem Adamo, former prince of the Saharren realm, receives a chance at redemption when his estranged father reveals an immortal battle destined to alter all realms. In order to protect the innocent, regain his title and reunite with his family, Ghanem must destroy the slayers’ source of power and bring down their terrorizing leader.

Her life . . .

Or his throne . . .

When the war against the slayers force Meera and Ghanem to work together, more than magickal sparks fly. Challenged by fate, can love survive a nefarious battle that can result in only one prize?

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Elle J Rossi

Elle J Rossi grew upin rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animalsthan she could count. But the sites and sounds of the world beckoned, so sheleft her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a fulltime singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in ahundred different places. After meeting the love of her life and settling down,she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of thehappily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her owncharacters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on thevery first page sealed her fate. She’d found a new love. She’d found herescape. Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she’screating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it.For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and singskaraoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and a cat thatrules the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn’t getlost in the enchanted forest. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

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*Giveaway/Blog Tour* Exceprt of Stealing Breath by Joanne Brothwell *Dark Mind Tour*

Stealing Breath

An ancient evil has resurfaced, the soul of the Indigo Child is at stake. Beware those with the Stealing Breath...

Deep in the backwoods of North Dakota, Sarah Ross is searching for a missing child when she is attacked by a glowing-eyed, transparent creature known to the Navajo as a Skinwalker. Using mysterious abilities, Sarah escapes, only to run directly into Evan Valente, a handsome, charismatic stranger who helps her back to safety. But why is Evan out in the forest so early in the morning?

Sarah learns her eyes bear the mark of the Indigo Child, an evolved human with the ability to feel the emotions of others; unfortunately, her indigo aura is highly desirable to those who wish to steal her powerful essence.

Soon, Sarah falls deeply in love with Evan and wants nothing more than to follow her heart, but she can't ignore the lingering feeling that Evan is hiding a terrible secret. The deeper she digs, the more danger she faces, forcing her to face the darkest, innermost parts of her soul.
Stealing Breath is a darkly romantic tale of a young woman’s journey for love within the fearsome realm of the paranormal. It is a spellbinding read that mines the inner workings of the human character. Love, loss and the quest for redemption, these characters will echo in your mind long after you’ve put the book down.

Praise for Stealing Breath

"STEALING BREATH stole mine! Compulsive, scary suspense balanced with a tender love story."
-Mary Balogh, New York Times Bestselling Author

Excerpt


“You saw that Evan guy again?” Amber asked. She sucked the last of her frothy pink drink through a straw. The mischievous look on her face was mirrored in the giddy emotions she gave off, emotions that were always especially loud when she was drinking. They resonated within me like a bouncy ball flying around in my stomach.
I downed another shot of “Sex on the Beach”, hoping it would finally be enough to filter out the emotions of everyone here. Smooth at first, then tart, the booze finally burned its way down the back of my throat. The buzz-on was almost immediate, and the effect was wonderful, the way it almost obliterated all of the sex-obsessed feelings that seemed to roll off of nearly ever patron at the bar like a hot blanket being wound around me. Sick.
We sat at a booth right next to the bar. Amber held her glass up, signaling to the bartender who nodded and began to pour. He bobbed his head to the blaring country music from the loudspeaker.
Tables ringed the bar, booths along the wall and stools on the other side. Every few feet a brightly lit neon beer sign provided a dash of garish décor. Right in the middle was the dance floor, a little postage-stamp sized circle of parquet flooring that reminded me of an interlocking puzzle. Alongside it was a raised section with a few pool tables.
“Yeah, I saw him.” I proceeded to explain his land development business to Amber and Kate, who listened with rapt expressions.
“That’s amazing. Nobody ever comes to Slave Lake. People only leave,” Amber said. Our waitress, dressed in skin-tight jeans and a too-tight tank-top, brought us another
round. Behind her, the giant flat screen on the wall lit up with random explosions of fuchsia, neon yellow and acid green, perfectly paced with the lyrics of the canned music.
Kate sat across from me on the bench seating, her copper hair shimmering pink from the neon “Budweiser” sign and the black light hanging on the wall behind her. Her teeth were glowing an unnatural white in the light, and every piece of lint on her black shirt stood out like a 3D movie.
“How interesting that you both were out in the bush that morning,” Kate said.
I nodded. “I know. Quite a coincidence.”
Amber sat beside Kate in the bench seat, facing the bar. She leaned forward in one fluid motion, her black hair sweeping the table. “Sarah. Look who just walked in.” I turned in my seat. “And he’s coming right over—”
“Mind if I join you?” asked a familiar voice, before I’d even had a chance to look.
I turned and smiled at Evan. “Sure.”
He pulled a stool up to our table, his arms rippling with the movement. His very presence seemed to heat the air around me, his cologne eclipsing the bar smell of dirty jeans, stale beer and desperation.
I glanced at Kate and Amber, who both stared at him, bright-eyed. His dark fitted jeans hugged his legs, the denim slung low across narrow hips. A black t-shirt made of a material I couldn’t identify hinted of the peaks and valleys of muscle beneath and a single silver chain with a dog-tag hung at his neck, a crest emblem engraved on it with the name Valente. This guy would look good in a burlap sack. Or nothing.
“You remember Kate and Amber from the campground?” I asked. They nodded in acknowledgement and exchanged niceties. Then Amber and Kate excused themselves and hit the dance floor. They’d been dancing together since we’d become bar age, both of them with the attitude that they weren’t about to wait around for a guy to ask.
Evan and I watched as they twirled each other around, the only people dancing in the whole bar. Then they attempted to two-step, each of them fighting to lead. Goofballs.
I turned back to Evan. “How are you?”
He flashed that thousand-watt smile. “I’m great. You?” He inched closer and the atmosphere around my head seemed charged, like a swelling electrical storm. A shiver traveled through my body.
“Fine, thanks.” I smiled.
“You look great.” He gestured to my outfit.
I looked down at my jeans and a loose white shirt and glanced back up at him, cocking my eyebrow. “Thanks?”
“What? Not used to compliments?”
“Not when I’m dressed like a slob, no, not really.”
He rolled his eyes. “You look awesome. Seriously. Want to dance?”
I stared at him, half-expecting he was kidding. But his face showed no trace of a joke. I glanced at the dance floor where Kate and Amber had begun to dance hip hop to the country beat.
I turned back to him. He held out his hand, across the table. Reluctantly, I took it and he led me to the dance floor where Amber and Kate made room for us, their expressions barely-muted surprise. People rarely danced in Slave Lake. Except for Amber and Kate, of course.
Evan placed his palm in my right hand and set his other hand on my waist. I glanced up at a set of smoldering eyes and immediately looked away, his gaze too intense. Unfortunately, by looking away, I realized that every single person in the bar was staring at us. Some people, who should have had their backs to us, had actually turned around on their stool to gawk. I felt like a fish in a fishbowl.
Evan leaned down, his breath caressing my cheek. I caught a silky coil of his scent, a rich, musky fragrance of expensive cologne, soap and his own unique smell. It was addictive. The hand on my waist snaked around to my back, pulling me closer. Heat radiated over my entire body as we began to move in slow, gentle circles. When the song came to an end, my arm fell from his shoulder. His hands didn’t move.
“One more?” he asked as the music transitioned to a faster song, modern country with a dance beat. Kate and Amber were already dancing to it in a way that looked more fitting for a city club, Amber’s arms reaching up and over her head, hips swinging. Kate had her own little groove going alongside her.
“Sure,” I said.
He smiled and set his hand back on my waist, and suddenly we were in the fastest two-step I’d ever danced in my life. We moved around the dance floor at a dizzying pace, spinning circles around Kate and Amber who were laughing out loud watching us.
He twirled me several times, only to end up back in that break-neck, two-stepping pace once again. Now I was giggling to the point of breathlessness, my head spinning from the four shots I’d just downed and my racing pulse. He spun me three more times, and when the song ended, he lowered me into a long dip.
With his arm around my back, I was gently pulled up, our bodies touching from torso all the way down, so that even the tips of our shoes connected. I looked into his face, expecting to see a grin, but was met with a burning look that made my heart stutter and my breath catch. The whiskey on his breath was all I could think of, the heat of his mouth, so close to mine.
Then a sensation folded over me. A soft lethargy, like I was levitating, weightless. My eyes closed, and explosions of purple and blue light flashed behind my eyelids. I relaxed into the feeling.
“Are you okay?” Evan asked. I opened my eyes. He peered down at me, forehead wrinkled with concern. His skin was flushed bright pink.
My lungs began to re-inflate as my entire body tingled like I’d just had the best orgasm of my life.
Had he even kissed me? I licked my lips, but there was no taste of whiskey, no evidence of his mouth on mine. Obviously I’d had one too many shots. And yet, I felt perfectly lucid, his gorgeous face crystal clear before me.
“Uh…I’m fine,” I said, my voice breathy. There had to be an explanation. Like maybe I was losing my mind. Or maybe my fainting spells were starting to happen again, ever since the stressful Skinwalker incident. Whatever it was, right now I had to make sure this perfect specimen of a man in front of me did not think I was a raving lunatic. I forced myself to speak, my mind scrambling for small-talk. “I…I had no idea you could dance like that.”
The concerned look faded, and he flashed his perfect teeth. “Thanks. You’re not too bad, yourself.”
I dropped my hand from around his shoulder and backed up. He let go of me slowly, as if with reluctance.
“Come on. I need a drink,” I said, motioning back to the bar where Amber and Kate had just sat down. We veered toward them.
Evan made eye contact with the bartender who nodded at both of us. “Scotch, on the rocks, please. What are you drinking?”
“I’ll have a Long Island Iced T—”
“Who’s he?” A guy’s voice said, close enough that I cringed from the volume. I whipped around.
Jeff Hansen. Town drunk that never seemed to do much of anything, other than sit in the bar, hit on locals and look pissed off. And boy, did he look pissed off. Emotions rolled off him like jagged pieces of glass, hurt and anger all twisted up into one gigantic ball of irritation.
“He’s cool, Jeff. He’s with me,” I said. My heart started to pound as I remembered the last time Jeff had picked a fight. He’d bitten a guy’s ear and torn part of it right off.
Jeff stared at Evan, his teeth exposed like he was snarling.
“Is he treating you right, Sarah?”
“It’s all good, Jeff,” I said.
“You think you’re pretty tough?” Jeff said through gritted teeth. He stepped forward and poked Evan in the chest. Evan was pushed slightly off-balance, and he took a step backward.
My stomach clenched. “Jeff, I said it’s cool.”
Evan straightened up. He had at least four inches on Jeff and well over thirty pounds. Jeff stepped back, and the sickly-sweet smell of weed came wafting off of his ratty jean jacket.
Evan looked down his nose at Jeff. “Back off, man.” His jaw muscles popped in and out, and his hands balled up at his sides. The only thing Jeff had going for him was a bad attitude and liquid courage.
“Shut up, asshole!” Jeff slurred, a fine mist of spittle burst from his mouth and rained all over us. Jeff turned his head and flashed a snide grin, probably to impress his buddies who watched the spectacle along the sidelines of the bar.
“Jeff, stop it!” I said. Jeff ignored me completely, staring at Evan. I reached for Evan’s hand, wound my fingers through his and tugged. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Evan nodded, and we strode toward the exterior door. I glanced back to see Jeff running. He ran straight into Evan, knocking him forward.
Evan hit the crash bar of the metal door, his body weight forcing it wide open so that it squeaked when the hinges were pushed to their limit. My heart jumped into my throat as he stumbled and fell onto the cement outside. Immediately, he righted himself and jumped back to his feet.
Jeff smiled, eyes flashing. “I bet that hurt, didn’t it, tough guy?”
I ran toward Jeff. “Stop it! Just leave him alone!”
Jeff smiled at me. “Aww, you’re getting your little bi-otch to fight for you.” Then he turned back to Evan. “Tell you’re ho to shut her pie-hole, or I’ll shut it for her.”
“You’re going to wish you’d never said that,” Evan said, his voice a low, warning growl.
Jeff snorted. “You’re in my town. You’re gonna regret having a mouth.” His arms rose above his head in some kind of attempt to look intimidating, but to me he looked like a bird about to take flight.
“Stop it, Jeff.”
Stepping forward, Jeff hurtled his fist toward Evan’s face but Evan snatched his clenched fist mid-air. I lunged toward them, placing one hand on Evan and the other hand on Jeff’s jacket.
Instantly, the atmosphere around my head changed, filling with static.
The lights above the entryway flickered, humming like dying bees before building into a sizzling pulse. With a bang, the lights exploded in a rainfall of glass shards. I ducked to shield my face.
I opened my eyes and gasped. Jeff lay crumpled on the ground, his torso folded inward, his limbs pulled into a fetal position, moaning as he clutched his stomach. Then his face went slack, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Why was he on the ground? And why did he look like he’d been knocked out cold?
I glanced around, but all I could hear was the retreating sound of footsteps running outside, the parking lot no longer lit up by the overhead light.
“Evan?” I called out.
Silence.


About the Author

Joanne Brothwell lives in the country on the Canadian prairie with her family where her stories are inspired by the dead things that appear at her doorstep on a daily basis.

Find Joanne online at: www.joannebrothwell.com

Publication Date: March 9, 2012
Genre: Paranormal Romance
List Price: E-book: $7.99
Print: $14.99
ISBN: 978-1-937254-33-9
Specs: 256 pages, trade paper, e-book.
Orders: CrescentMoonPress.com
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joannebrothwell@sasktel.net
Website: www.JoanneBrothwell.com
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Twitter: @JoanneBrothwell

 

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*Interview & Giveaway* The Lumiary by Elle J Rossi **Dark Mind Tours*

Ladies and gents, I am very proud to have a very witty, wonderful author to the Lair... 

I promise you are in for a treat with this lady.... 

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Now lets welcome....

Ms. Elle J Rossi

The Luminary


When Meera Brennan learns she’s a Luminary, one of the most powerful witches in existence, it rocks her already fragile world. The revelation explains the disturbing episodes that made her question her sanity, but does little to soothe the sting of discovering her life is now at risk. To save herself and keep peace within the veiled community, Meera will have to hone her powers and brave an ancient realm to destroy the slayer’s magickal source. She alone must dispel chaos and ensure the balance of good and evil for all mankind. Banished and stripped of his guardian powers because of a witch, Ghanem Adamo, former prince of the Saharren realm, receives a chance at redemption when his estranged father reveals an immortal battle destined to alter all realms. In order to protect the innocent, regain his title and reunite with his family, Ghanem must destroy the slayers’ source of power and bring down their terrorizing leader. Her life . . . Or his throne . . . When the war against the slayers force Meera and Ghanem to work together, more than magickal sparks fly. Challenged by fate, can love survive a nefarious battle that can result in only one prize?

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Since you are a new to me author, I am hoping to bring you to the light of others! So let’s share!
Why don't you tell us a little about yourself.... Something that we cannot Google about you, lol!

You really wanna know?

**Yes silly...Or I wouldn't have asked!**

I’m extremely honest. Usually to a fault. And I really need to work on my filter. I’m always telling myself to think before I speak. But somehow the words tumble out anyway. No one’s perfect, right?

Tell us a little about your book?

THE LUMINARY was a blast to write. I got the original idea of writing about a witch after watching the movie Chocolat. Of course, that witch was too sweet and the movie a little too light hearted for what I had in mind, but it inspired nonetheless. I love the idea of magick. Add a tortured heroine and borderline crazy hero and that’s a recipe for some dark fun. At least it is for me. All in all, THE LUMINARY is a witchy tale that takes us on a dark and dangerous adventure chalk full of bad guys, emotion, laughter, tears and a lot of sexual tension!

How much emotion does it take from you to write?

 Honestly, it depends on the day. Most days, writing is an escape, a way to remove myself from the emotional stress of the real world. In CHASING FATE, I had to kill off one of the main characters. I cried…hard. It was so hard to do. I’d really grown to love the character and felt so very attached. But I think the payoff was worth all the shed tears. THE LUMINARY made me laugh at times, while other times I swear my blood pressure shot through the roof. But these are great reactions and I’ll take each and every one of them.

What is your favorite part of the book?

I had to think hard about this question. I like many of the darker moments in the story. There’s a scene where Ghanem (the hero) and Thane (his brother) really get into it. The confrontation is so brutal, I didn’t know if they’d get past it. It’s a rough scene, but it felt really real. However, I think my favorite part(s) may be the interaction between Meera (the heroine) and Bevva (another witch). Wow. Let me just say, I can’t wait to write Bevva’s story!

You can only pick 3 words for your main characters..what would they be? *to describe your main characters*

Meera: confused, tortured, determined
Ghanem: angry, sexy, unwavering

Which was the easiest character to write and the hardest ~ and why??

I think Meera was the hardest. She tended to be too dark and broody at times and I had to add some moments of sunshine in now and then. She fought me every step of the way. Steffen (one of the guardians) was by far the easiest. He has this confidence and swagger that can’t be denied. He was a ton of fun!

How many books are you shooting for in this series??

This is a planned trilogy, but there are some fantastic secondary characters, too. Maybe one day they’ll get their story!

What are you currently working on?

For the first time, I’m working on two books at once: Book 2 of the Brennan Coven Trilogy titled THE SOOTHER and an Urban Fantasy tentatively titled GATED. I love both stories so much, it was hard for me to set one aside. So, I opted to keep them both in the forefront.

Do you have anything due to release soon?

THE LUMINARY just came out on September 10th and CHASING FATE was released on August 7th of this year. I’m pretty sure that will be it for 2012. THE SOOTHER doesn’t have a firm release date yet, but I’m guessing it will be sometime in the first half of 2013. It’s such a cool story. I can’t wait to finish it up and turn it in!

What's one thing that you enjoy about writing?

I LOVE discussing characters and books with readers and writers. Whether it be my story or another, there’s nothing like interacting with people who enjoy books as much as I do.

Since we're cover hussies....what was your first impression of your cover?

The cover they originally sent to me didn’t have Meera on it at all, and he wasn’t exactly how I pictured Ghanem. But I do understand that Ghanem is a character I created and I’m the only one who really knows what he looks like. My concern was that since this story focuses on witches, the cover should portray that. My editor agreed and got the art department to add in Meera. I’m thrilled about that!

What do you prefer ebooks or paperbacks?

Both. I have about a 50/50 split. From an instant gratification perspective, ebooks are fantastic. But there’s still something awesome about holding the real thing in my hands.

Is there a genre you would like to write but are a little apprehensive to try?

You know, I’ve never thought about it. I don’t think I’m afraid to try anything. I love paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but contemporary romance holds a special place in my heart as well. Maybe someday I’ll give it a whirl.

Okay.... personal time!!!! Oh yeah, I go there... Hahah...

Crap. Okay, I’m taking a deep breath. Ready? Go!

If you thought you were safe... Nah... Forgot it... Not a chance!
We will start off slow and easy, I promise!
Somehow I doubt that!

**Heee heee heee, you are beginning to learn me..... said with an evil laughter**
What is on your night stand/dresser?
Kindle Fire, reading light, alarm clock and about 5 books.

What are you listening to you right now?
A country mix! Love me some yee-haw!

What are you reading right now?
Bad Blood by Kristen Painter.

What is your favorite season? Summer
Holiday? Independence Day

And what has been your best b-day present ever??
NY Giants Starter jacket when I was in high school.

Hard and Quick Time! Don't think... Just answer! Okay, before we go this route, I will get us a refill on our drinks... I will be right back...

Make mine a double!


Not a problem... Consider it done!
You know you do... Quickie time... Think fast....

Are you a quickie kind girl? Yes, no, yes. Shoot, both? Hell, I don’t know. I’ll go with yes!
Dark or Milk Chocolate? Milk
Whipped or Melted? Melted
Straight up or with a twist - sex? Both
What's ur fave drink - in a glass or on him? “Hard” lemonade and champagne
Spank or Flogger? Spank
Junk or Health Food? Junk
Ties or Chains? Ties
Leather or Lace? Leather
Soft or Hard... Bed, where was your mind? Soft
Control or Be Controlled? Control
Hot Wax or Whip Cream? Hot wax
Vampire or Werewolf? VAMPIRE!!!!
Twitter and/or Facebook? Facebook
Pinterest or not? Not. I just don’t get it.

Okay, this was such a fun interview! Thank you so much for having me. I really hope I can come back and hang out sometime!

***Any time you want to come hang out... Know you are more than welcome!***


A little about Elle J Rossi

Elle J Rossi grew up in rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animals than she could count. But the sites and sounds of the world beckoned, so she left her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a full time singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in a hundred different places. After meeting the love of her life and settling down, she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of the happily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her own characters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on the very first page sealed her fate. She'd found a new love. She'd found her escape. Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she's creating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it. For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and sings karaoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and a cat that rules the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn't get lost in the enchanted forest. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Where you can find Elle:
Website
Blog 
Twitter
Facebook

*****Giveaway Time*****

The Giveaway (International), the prize is 2 eBook copies of The Luminary for each stop.
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