Friday, January 11, 2013

*Author Interview* In Mysterious Ways by Venita Louise


Ladies and gents of the Lair, I would like for you to put together a warm welcome to this "New To Me" Author.... I am pleased to share with you a moment in time with....

Ms. Venita Louise



Title: In Mysterious Ways
Author:  Venita Louise
Publisher:    .
Length:   Novel
Sub-Genres:  paranormal/romance
               
BLURB:
When well-known California Artist, Lang Garret, takes a trip to Phoenix, he has more than his gallery appearance in mind. His plans include a little surprise for his fiancee, Amanda, who is traveling with him. Unfortunately, a twist of fate, a chance meeting, and a chain of unforseen obstacles throw all of Lang's intentions out the window.

Lang and Amanda accept an invitation to join a group visit to one of Arizona's energy vortexes that mysteriously contains a newly formed crop circle. It seems innocent enough, but what begins as a curious adventure for a group of six turns an expected pleasure into a predicament of terror.

The unfathomable energy of the circle has a different repercussion for each individual who enters it. It seems impossible that the gyre could produce a horror, the power to kill, a marvel, the power to heal, and a blessing all at once, but the supernatural occurrences caused by the circle continue to alter their lives long after leaving Arizona. Now Lang and Amanda writhe under the struggle to keep their relationship intact and prevent the energy from annihilating their love.

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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!

Unfortunately, my life is an open book, no pun intended. My bio is on my website www.venitalouise.net which includes a confession of growing up in a dysfunctional family and the personality that I acquired to respond to it. I’m a quirky introvert, a consistent cave dweller, and I couldn’t tell you what my neighbors do for a living. Sad, I know, but I discovered the more mysterious you are, the more curious people become. I am quick to find the humor in life, even the seemingly bad parts which often tosses me into the annoying category. I am diverse in my interests. Art, cooking, writing and music. I sing lead in Meridian, a soft rock cover band that I formed with my husband. We also have an original band, White Smoke and write music together. I have an addictive personality and can become emotionally entangled with a chocolate chip cookie.

Tell us a little about your book? 
An episode on the Discovery Channel gave me the idea for ‘In Mysterious Ways’. It was all about crop circles, speculation of how they are formed, what their purpose might be and the scientific information that has been collected.

My book follows a small group of people who investigate a newly formed crop circle in Arizona. The energy they absorb from entering the circle affects each character differently. The main characters, Lang Garret, a well-known California artist and his fiancé, Amanda Howard, a bluesy nightclub singer are the focus of the story and take the reader through the struggles they experience as a couple. The changes the circle creates for the group continue long after leaving Arizona.

How much emotion does it take from you to write
Wow, I’ve never been asked this before. I suppose it does take emotion to write but I have always thought of it as stamina and commitment. Writing takes hours, months, days, weeks and sometimes years. You have to do it because you love it.

What is your favorite part of the book
What takes place when they are inside the circle.

You can only pick 3 words for your main characters what would they be? *to describe your main characters*  Three words each?  Please, say three words each! 
Lang: Creative, Arrogant, Selfish
Amanda: Unsure, Caregiving, Submissive

Which was the easiest character to write and the hardest ~ and why
It was a mix, a hodgepodge of personalities all of which I have to admit to having experience with. I suppose it is most difficult for me to write as the alpha male. All other characters are just fun.

How many books are you shooting for in this series?? 
I’m not sure if I plan a sequel for this book but if I did I would probably not follow the main characters. I don’t want to spoil the end but there is a great opportunity in continuing the story with their friends, Bob and Ellen. 

What are you currently working on? 
I’m afraid I’m being a little ADHD and have two writing projects in process. One story is set in the ‘40’s (one of my favorite decades) in San Francisco Chinatown and the other is science fiction.

Do you have anything due to release soon? 
In Mysterious Ways will be available in audio in the near future. I am also busy marketing two previous books, ‘Mixed Nuts’, a comedy set in the 60’s and ‘Dead on the Money’, a mystery set in 1946. My husband and I will be releasing a second CD for our original band, White Smoke.

What's one thing that you enjoy about writing? 
I enjoy it when the characters seem to take over and begin to determine the direction of the story.

Since we're cover hussies....what was your first impression of your cover
Elaina Lee was the illustrator of the In Mysterious Ways cover.  When I saw it I was dazzled by the colors and the characters were just as I pictured them. I love the cover.

What do you prefer ebooks or paperbacks
I don’t have a preference. I have books all over my house, e-books on my i-phone and in my computer too. I have loved reading ever since I learned how.

Is there a genre you would like to write but are a little apprehensive to try?
Yes, science fiction, which might explain why I have two projects in the works. When I start feeling intimidated by the science fiction I’m working on, I rush over to 1940’s Chinatown. 

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

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

What is on your night stand/dresser?
An unopened cassette, (yes, cassette) of how to overcome procrastination, Burt’s Bee’s lip balm, and that infernal alarm clock from hell.

What are you listening to you right now? 
My husband’s snoring.

What are you reading right now? 
Well, I could be a smart ass and say I’m reading your questions but I just finished reading, Lame Excuses by Alle Wells. 

What is your favorite season?
Hmmmm, California doesn’t really have seasons. It can be cold in June and hot in December, but I love the autumn when the leaves are orange and gold and cuddling up next to the fireplace is ever so comfy. Then again, I love the smell of a barbeque in the summer and the way the wet cement smells after it rains in the spring. No, I don’t have a favorite season.

And what has been your best b-day present
My husband is a real sweetheart when it comes to celebrating birthdays but I’m just happy to be with him.

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...

You know you do... Quickie time... Think fast....
Are you a quickie kind girl?
No. I think, move and create in slow motion.

Dark or Milk Chocolate?
Milk Chocolate

Whipped or Melted?
Melted. The gooier the better.

Straight up or with a twist - sex?  
My only choices? I don’t mind mixing them up but with lots of kisses. 

What's ur fave drink - in a glass or on him? 
Anything with caffeine in it, including him. 

Spank or Flogger?
I’m a lover not a spanker. 

Junk or Health Food?
I love a healthy balance of Junk and Health food. I guess that would be Hunk food. J 

Ties or Chains?
Neither.

Leather or Lace?
Both. 

Soft or Hard... Bed, where was your mind?
My husband is the only one who knows my sleep number.   

Control or Be Controlled?
Only on the remote.
  
Hot Wax or Whip Cream?
Looking at candles and playing with whip cream.

Vampire or Werewolf?
It’s got to be the warm furry mammal.

Twitter and/or Facebook? Pinterest or not? 
Twitter is fun, like reading license plates, lots of pictures to look at on Pinterest but I guess I’m more of a Facebook girl https://www.facebook.com/pages/Venita-Louise-Author-Musician-Performer-Artist-and-Speaker/116709158348877?ref=ts&fref=ts





EXCERPT:
“It was the darndest thing, I tell you.” Fred scraped his chair back from the oak table, got up and walked over to the window. “I been camping and hiking hundreds of times, and I ain’t never seen nothin’ like that.” He bent in front of it to catch the warm breeze that fluttered the tan and yellow cotton curtains. He turned to give Andy a perplexed look.
Andy ignored it, got up and went to the rustic built in buffet, and poured himself a cup of hot coffee.
“Okay Fred, you saw lights.”
“Brighter than any lights I ever saw before.” He stepped back and  resumed his seat at the table. He swallowed hard as his eyebrows knitted. “They had to have flashed for a good stretch of time.”
“You want a cup?” Andy offered.
“Yeah.” He laughed quietly. “I sure ain’t gonna kick the caffeine today. I’m free of all of Patsy’s nagging for at least a week while she’s off visiting her mother. Quit caffeine, quit carbs, watch your cholesterol, she tells me! Geez, she has me on so damn much fiber I think I have driftwood floating in my colon.”
Andy chuckled. “What else did you see?” He set the mugs on the table.
“Well, like I said. There was the bright lights, and I felt a heat-like energy running through me.” He brushed his hands slowly down the front of his shirt to demonstrate. “I remember looking at my watch and the second hand was stopped, so I started to count. One miss-sippy, two miss-sippy, I got all the way to forty-seven miss-sippy before they took off as quiet as a whisper.” He pointed to the ceiling. “Not sideways, but straight up.” He blew the top of his coffee and took a cautious sip. “Strange thing is Patsy said she didn’t see anything. She was inside the tent reading her book. When I told her about it, she said she was afraid I’d fallen off the wagon.”
Andy suppressed his amusement and peered at him over the top of his mug. “So you were the only one in the area to see the lights.”
“Ah, come on, I didn’t imagine it,” Fred said with frustration building in his voice. “My damn dog was anxious as hell, runnin’ in circles and markin’ territory to beat the band. I know by the way he was acting, he saw it.”
“If only Charlie could talk.” Andy grinned.
Fred snorted into the top of his coffee, blowing a few drops onto the table.
“Look Fred, I’m not saying you imagined it. Maybe it was a police helicopter checking out the area, looking for a suspect or something.” Andy had known Fred for over ten years, and during that time he had never given him cause to think he suffered from an overactive imagination or paranoia. Still, his bizarre account of mysterious lights and watch-stopping heat was a bit much for him to swallow, no matter how detailed it was.
Fred laughed without humor. “Don’t you think I know a helicopter when I hear one? There was no sound at all,” he said, as he wiped up the coffee with the sleeve of his shirt.
“What do you want me to do?” Andy asked. “I didn’t see it. I believe you saw something, but there could be a very logical explanation for what you saw.”
“Come out there with me, I want to show you.”
Andy shrugged. “There’s nothing to see now. The lights are gone, right?”
“That may be true,” he said, as he reached in his shirt pocket.
“But look at this.” He produced what looked like a bent piece of a weed and held it out.
“So?” Andy took it from his fingers and examined the stem. “You pulled a weed.” He shrugged.
“Look closer,” Fred said and placed his elbows on the table to lean forward. “See the blow holes?”
“Blow holes?” Andy frowned.
“Yeah, all the juice in the plant has been forced out from the inside like it was heated in a microwave or somethin’.” Fred pointed to the area he was referring to.
Andy leaned back in his chair and twirled the stem between his fingers.  “I’ve seen this before, the sun does it.” He gave him a deliberate smile. “Arizona is about ten degrees hotter than hell. You know that. It isn’t unusual for a plant to react this way.”
“Maybe so.” Fred took it and held it over his head at arm’s length and squeezed one eye shut to get a more focused view. He sighed, brought it down to eye level and gave Andy a peculiar glance. “But it doesn’t get hot enough in this area for this to happen, and only the plants in the twenty foot radius looked like this.”
Andy tipped onto the back legs of his chair and went silent. He folded his arms and studied the plant stem.
“You know what else?” Fred asked grimly.
“What?”
“Patsy said I was outside the tent a good half hour, but I could only account for a few seconds.”
“I’ve never heard of a crop circle in Arizona,” Andy said skeptically and brought his chair down on all four legs with a thump.
“I’m telling you,” he waved an arm in a circular motion, “some of the plant stems were flash burned right onto the rocks.” He laid the stem flat in the palm of his hand. “But only inside the circle,” he muttered.
“Okay, Fred.” Andy sighed. “I’ll go with you, but it will have to be tomorrow. I have clients to pick up this morning.”
Fred released a breath and slumped in his chair. “Thanks, Andy.” His expression turned edgy.
“What’s that look for?” Andy asked.
Fred shrugged. “I feel as nervous as my dog does when he knows he’s goin’ to the Vet.




ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
I come from a very interesting family, actually a bunch of mixed nuts. At a very early age, I assigned myself a very important job within the family. I had the need to keep everyone laughing and developed the knack to do it, similar to the skills of a rodeo clown. I was good at it too. I can still see them in my mind’s eye, with tears of laughter rolling down their cheeks, doubled over and holding their stomachs.
Through the years, I have studied several avenues of creativity. My first love was art, and I spent many years rendering portraits for the almost rich and famous. I quit sketching people after a time though because I was slowly becoming a cosmetic surgeon. “Make my nose smaller, straighten my teeth and give me more hair.” Consequently, pet portraits became my specialty. Doggies don’t give a hoot if their hair is thinning or they have freckles on their nose.
In the year 2000, I discovered a new passion. Writing. I adore a mystery, a good romance and lots of action. However, the ghost of the rodeo clown still lives in me and finds ways to thread humor throughout. The things I find funny can appall some people. Dark and dangerous may be lurking out there, but I can always find some piece of humor in the worst of situations. That in itself can be quite annoying. I still haven’t decided if I want to write Romance, Mystery or Horror. Not a good thing, but I’m hoping one day to capture all three in one story.
Although I still write and dabble in art, I am fulfilling a lifelong desire of performing music, quite a stretch for the autumn chicken that I am. I perform in two bands, Meridian which covers classic rock over several decades, and White Smoke, a band that formed between myself and BJ Saidi. He is not only a talented musician, songwriter, and producer, but also the love of my life.
A friend once gave me a quote that has been on my refrigerator for twenty years. It’s author is unknown but I have found it encouraging in every aspect of my life. It says, ‘Use the talents that you possess; for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except the best.”





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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

*PROMO* Excuse My Fairy by Kinley Baker *Bewitching Book Tours*



Excuse My Fairy
Kinley Baker

Book Description:

Her magic breaks all the rules. He breaks all of hers.

Draybeth is broken. Her fairy powers don’t work, her magic is completely dysfunctional, and not even her bad attitude and soft heart can win her back into Fairy favor. Exiled from their land, she struggles to make a life for herself in the human world. But when her bar burns to the ground and she meets one of the Impassables--the devastating Lawman Barrett--things become even more of a struggle. An arrest, murder, and abduction challenge everything she’s worked for, and worse, the Impassable Lawman appears to be her destined mate. But darkness stirs deep within Dray’s heart, and she’s not about to drag the gorgeous lawman down with her.

Barrett never expected to find himself mated to a fairy, let alone one with such a wicked temper and a short fuse. Being an Impassable, he should be immune to fairy magic, but Dray’s magic burns through him like lightning, just as everything else about her ignites him, body and soul. The fairy’s power over Impassables threatens everything this new realm was built upon, and as a Lawman, Barrett’s job is to make sure those threats are eliminated. But his feelings for Dray make him question just where his duty lies.

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Turning Innocence On Its Head

Thank you so much for allowing me to visit your blog today, Cecile. I feel right at home!

I have a confession. In real life I tend to come across as completely innocent. I’m not quite sure why, but it usually ends up working to my advantage (not that I use it on purpose *coughs*). Sometimes people want to pat me on the head. I’ve accepted this.

The truth is that my sense of humor is more a la America Pie, and I rarely have an innocent thought in a day. Because I’ve kind of grown up with this weird paradigm, I’ve always been fascinated by innocent things with dark edges.

That’s probably why my fairy heroine is a badass. I don’t use the word lightly. Other people have declared Draybeth so. We think of fairies as twinkly bright lights that sparkle and bring peace to all. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against twinkly or sparkly things in the right context. But when it comes to magic, I can’t believe there aren’t consequences to all the happy spell casting.

Tinker Bell might have ruined me. Once I saw her sassy edge, I could never quite buy the other more cheerful portrayals. I kept thinking that anyone who delivers peace would have to deal with harsh internal emotions. Nothing is easy. There’s usually a darker truth, and two sides to everything.

I like turning perceptions upside down. I suppose I’ve had a lot of practice. But even while I’m playing around with these thoughts, the characters always shine through and teach me their own lessons. Figures a fairy with an attitude would have her own ideas.

Dray in Excuse My Fairy battles her darkness because her heritage is revolting against her and it makes her a little grumpy. She’s got a soft heart, but not everyone gets to see it. I hope readers relate to her struggle. Or at least find it interesting.

Hopefully author and character reached a consensus and Dray’s story will show that not everyone is as they seem on the surface. Because sometimes… turning innocence on its head is just more fun. Especially when the person or thing wasn’t so innocent to begin with.

What do you think? Do you like to read about good characters gone bad? Because the more I think about it, the more I’m tempted to write more of them.



About the Author:

Kinley Baker has a terminally tender heart and an inconvenient sense of humor. She loves puppies and cries at celebrity weddings. Kinley believes that romance novels are the keys to world peace, because if you're holding a book, you can't be holding a gun. Kinley supports all supernatural lifestyles and believes "happy ever after" isn't only for the normal. Her books Ruined, Denied and Freed are available now from Crescent Moon Press. Excuse My Fairy is available now from Etopia Press. Look for more in the Misbehaving Magics series and the final book in the Shadowed Love trilogy in 2013.

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A scream echoed down the hallway and reached Barrett at his desk. He knew they didn’t have a banshee in the vicinity, which always required extra precautions, but his eardrums had never met a sound more sinister than the bellow ringing in his ears.

Captain Syd stormed into the station room, his gaze locked on Barrett.
“Your fairy is driving everyone mad.”

Yep, Barrett had guessed right. His mate was causing a scene. Looked like Barrett would be forced to deal with the consequences.

The rest of the men and women at their desks studied his confrontation with the captain. They weren’t missing any details.

They all knew the fairy was Barrett’s problem, which would reasonably lead anyone to believe the two of them were involved in a relationship. Barrett’s place in the hierarchy among the men just dropped. He was probably going to lose his job.

Barrett pushed back from his desk. “I’ll go talk to her.” Damage control time. Maybe it wasn’t all over.

Captain Syd’s hot breath smacked him in the face. “You better not just talk to her. You better silence her!”

Barrett rarely heard the captain yell. This situation wasn’t going to be easy on anyone. Super.

With a scowl, Barrett headed for Dray. The woman had a sharp hook sunk into his chest. No matter how hard he tried to wiggle free of the catch, the hold buried deeper. She was his problem now. The captain had made the truth public.

Barrett strode toward the prisoner cells. The moment he entered the room, the fairy stopped screaming. He walked right up and glared at her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Thank the heavens.” The hag two cells down stopped rubbing her temples.

Barrett chose to ignore the older woman.

Dray blinked at him, as wide-eyed and innocent as a doe. Barrett knew well enough not to be fooled.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Barrett’s own anger mounted.

“Tell me.” Dray threw the words out as though she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Everyone knows you’re my responsibility now.” His heart thudded at the admission. The statement wouldn’t go over well with his mate.

Dray’s eyes flared. “Embarrassed?”

That wasn’t even close to what Barrett felt. He had no idea how to put the chaos inside his chest into words.

“You’re not making it easy to like you.”

“Ha! Feeling’s mutual.”

He should have known she would throw the sentiment back in his face. “I’m not your biggest fan, either, sugar.”

Dray snorted. “You couldn’t possibly dislike me as much as I dislike you.”

Now it was personal. “Listen, Beth—”

Her eyes bugged at the nickname. He’d seen her full name on her record.

He smirked. “If you think you can come into my station and run that sassy mouth like the Second Ending is coming and the world will parish without hearing your wisdom, you’re sadly mistaken. I should lock you up for the simple reason that someone thought it was a nice idea to match your surly little temper with those soft and sexy curves.”

Her mouth dropped open.

Using his index finger, he brushed his calloused skin against her soft chin and pushed up so her lips pressed together again. And in that insane moment, he wanted to kiss her.

She smacked his hand. Pain sizzled along his nerves. “If you ever touch me again, I’ll castrate you with my fingernails.”

He looked down at her short, efficient nails, and then back up at her. “You’re welcome to try.”

Her eyes flared, her power shifting behind her gaze. It had been a long time since he’d seen someone this riled. The little firecracker in front of him was set to burst.

“You’re just like every man I’ve ever met.” Dray turned her back on him.

Barrett couldn’t stop the spike of jealousy. How many men had there been? “You’re nothing like every woman I’ve met.” No one else drove him to this level of ball-busted crazy.

Dray’s shoulders hunched, and he couldn’t get a read on her. She refused to continue their conversation, and that was fine with him. He worried about what he might snap at her in his current mood.

His mobile buzzed, a welcomed distraction, and he quickly read the message.

“Jiva’s here to bail you out.” He had no idea how Jiva had known where her friend was. He hadn’t known how to get a hold of the succubus.

Dray continued to stare at the back wall. Barrett couldn’t see any part of her face. A moment of helplessness overwhelmed him. What was he supposed to do with this fairy? He had no idea how to proceed. “Be careful.” He couldn’t prevent himself from warning her. “Don’t go anywhere alone. The soul-sucker is still out there.” He’d never forgive himself if something happened to her, even if his temper peaked at his max.

She didn’t glance back or acknowledge him.

“Please, be careful.” His words scratched from a dry throat.

A long silence stretched. “I don’t need you to protect me.”

Her words struck him in the gut. Air puffed out of him. Rejection raged through him, uncontained. Wasn’t that the point? The little fairy didn’t need him at all. He chose to walk away then. She’d made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe he would make it easy on her and just walk away for good.

He turned his back. No matter how much he wanted to give up on their torrid relationship, that wouldn’t be possible. It looked like they would both have to see this through to the end, whether that end included happiness or death.


 


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Monday, January 7, 2013

*PROMO* Sophronia and the Vampire by Jacqueline Farrell *Bewitching Book Tour*


 

Sophronia and the Vampire
Sophronia and the Vampire Book One
Jacqueline Farrell
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press
ISBN: 9781616503918
Number of pages: 230
Word Count: 87000
Cover Artist: Renee Rocco

Book Description:

It's been a while since witches had to worry about being burnt at the stake…

Forty-nine, English and a professional crone, Sophronia is touring America when she is forced to spend the night at a run-down motel on the Californian coast. Her expectations aren't high- - if the bed's clean and the toilet flushes she'll count herself lucky. But events are about to become far more interesting. The motel owner is a juvenile witch unaware of her heritage and in dire need of help, especially when vampires turn up...

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About the Author :

I live in the UK with my husband, two sons, two cats and a dog. I am a French and English teacher which I love and it pays the bills, but I got hooked on writing when I entered a short story competition at the age of eighteen and wrote of my own free will without a homework deadline looming. I’ve been waiting for the impulse to wear off ever since…

I wrote this story when I was coming up to my 50th and feeling a bit sorry for myself. I love the vampire/paranormal genre - Buffy and Sookie in particular - but there comes a time when you just can’t identify with gorgeous, pert twenty-somethings any more and it seems a little undignified to even want to. I also love Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels about Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg – two of the wiliest crones in the business – but wanted something a little more glamorous and contemporary; I can only take so much stuff with the frogs and the cauldrons. When it comes to supernatural powers I’ve always preferred Julian May’s metapsychics in the Saga of the Exiles, so that’s how Sophronia was created. Hagen was easy.

Obviously heroes can’t be murderers, but I wanted a vampire who wasn’t wracked with guilt over his diet and who seemed to be having fun being an immortal. I hope people will enjoy reading SOPHRONIA AND THE VAMPIRE as much as I enjoyed writing it.


 Excerpt

    Professional crone Sophronia lets her heart rule her head when she meets juvenile witch, Charlie. Then the vampires turn up…

The figure turned and I got my first sight of the vampire. Tall and good-looking in the sharp, defined way they all are, he had dark blond hair and eyes that were a fabulous ultramarine blue… He smiled as he studied me, like a cat that’s just seen a very juicy mouse…

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my dear Mrs. Sheridan.” He loomed over me. Vampires have no concept of personal space. “Charlotte has told me so much about you.”

“How nice, although there’s so little to tell.” “Charlie, what have you been saying about me?”

Despite my urgent tone, Charlie ignored me and I winced when I saw the dreamy adoration in her eyes. You never look in a vampire’s eyes if you can help it. It’s how they get that first hold over you.

“Nonsense. It’s been enthralling.” He smiled, showing lots of white teeth, but no fangs as yet. “Although apparently you weren’t very keen to meet me.”

“Goodness, who said that? I love meeting new people.” I projected the lightest, airiest of insinuations at him.

“There’s no point bothering with me. It would be a waste of your valuable time”

The vampire turned back to us, all dark charm again. “Ladies. I invite you to my home.”

“You mean The Cabal?” From the excitement in Charlie’s voice I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she’d suddenly forgotten all about her vampire boyfriend.

“Of course. Do you like champagne?”

“I’ve never tasted it,” she said and I wanted to hit her over the head with something. At this rate he wasn’t going to have to compel her even slightly.

As they walked toward the car, I hung back. “Um…I’ll stay here if you don’t mind.”

The vampire turned round. “I do mind,” he said, with considerably less charm, not that Charlie noticed.

“You gotta come, Mrs. Sheridan. It’s the biggest casino this side of Crescent City. It’s got a nightclub and a sports complex and the shopping mall is fantastic. All the biggest designer brands have a--”

“It sounds lovely,” I lied, “but I’m feeling rather tired. You go on, sweetie, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Don’t you want to come?” She sounded amazed but, before I could reply, the vampire patted her arm.

“That’s fine, Charlotte. If Mrs. Sheridan is too tired, of course we mustn’t insist. Anton.” He snapped his fingers and the driver got out the car. He was a vampire as well, of course, and I could see another one sitting on the other side. Suddenly the place teemed with them.

“Anton will get you settled, my dear,” he said and Charlie got in without a murmur. “Let me just say goodbye to Mrs. Sheridan and then we’ll go.”

He smiled paternally at her before returning to me. The look on his face sent me scuttling into reception as fast as I could, though it was pointless. The place didn’t belong to me and Charlie had already invited him in.

I’d barely blinked before I found myself pinned against a wall. My personal space thus invaded, the vampire dropped all pretense at being civilized. His eyes seemed to darken.

“Sophronia,” he said, the growl in his voice very pronounced, “there’s an acquisitive Russian back at my house, sizing up my possessions and growing more confident every second I’m away. I don’t have time for a scene.”

“And I don’t want to make one, honestly, Hagen,” I pleaded, doing my best to appear meek, “but I am very tired. Tell you what, I’ll come tomorrow. How about that?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You think I don’t know that if I leave you alone for a second you’ll be away as fast as you can?”

“Absolutely not, Hagen. I wouldn’t dream of--”

“Sophronia, you have a choice. Either get in the car of your own volition, or I’ll have you put in the trunk and you can travel to my House that way. But I warn you, if that happens it will make me very unhappy and you won’t like me when I’m unhappy.”

I didn’t like him now. “Hagen, I absolutely swear to you that I won’t go anywhere. I’ll--”

“I’m walking out the door, Sophronia,” he said. “What’s it to be? Are you joining me or should I instruct Torsten to start making room in the trunk for you?”

I wondered if I could make it to my own car in time but then yet another vampire appeared near the entrance, his eyes reflecting red in the night. Since I had no choice I walked out to the car.

The vampire didn’t even have the courtesy to look surprised.
      


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Friday, January 4, 2013

*Guest Post* Crash and Burn by Michelle Libby *Lyrical Press*


Ladies and Gents of the Lair, I would like for you to put together a very Smutty, Hussy welcome for a wonderful author... I am turning the Lair over to her today! Please welcome her and leave comments or questions for her.... I am sure she is eager to get to know you all :)

Thanks for having me here at Cecile SmuttyHussy’s Place. The beginning of the year always makes me think about what thenew year could bring. For me, 2013 begins with the release of my newest novel“Crash and Burn” from Lyrical Press. I can’t wait to share it with you.

It’s the New Year! We all make those best laidplans that get side-tracked by our lack of motivation, or by some well meaningperson in our lives. My heroine in “Crash and Burn” is Grace. She only wants tolive her life. When her older sistercalls begging for yet another favor, Grace hesitates.
What about her resolution to not take the fallfor her older sister’s transgressions? Gone. Out. The. Window.
Next thing Grace knows, she’s dressed up likeher sister pretending to be married to race car driver Stone Adams. The rolemight be fun, except for he’s sexy and good at making her want things asister-in-law shouldn’t want from her brother-in-law.
Now, let’s talk about Stone Adams and his NewYear’s resolution.  Of course, Stonewants to win a lot of races and make the big bucks. His resolutions wouldnever, ever include getting married until his manager told him to tame his wildplayboy ways.
In typical reckless fashion that one wouldexpect from a man who drives 120 mph, he marries a woman he met in Vegas. Ohand it only gets better from there, if I do say so myself.

It looks like readers of this blog like a lot ofhot, hot sex. Who doesn’t? My goal as an author was to keep Grace and Stoneapart as long as possible. Sounds dreadful, right? Wrong? Read sexual tension,longing and pent up desire. So, when they finally get together and they do…thereader wants it as much as the characters do.
Does that make me a tease? I guess you’ll haveto let me know.
Happy New Year and I hope your resolutionsinvolve a lot of steamy nights and adventurous books.

Excerptfrom “Crash and Burn” by Michelle Libby:
 A roaring engine and a screech of tires startledher. She jerked her head up to
check the rearview mirror in time to see ablack, slick sports car hit the straightaway at
eighty. As it passed her car, it took the turninto the driveway on two wheels.
Divina harrumphed.“That’s him. That’s my new husband.”
Grace watched the driverunfold himself from the car and turn toward them.
Brown hair the color of melted chocolate,mirrored, expensive sunglasses, black t-shirt
and tight jeans gave him the perfect look forthe bad boy of the Eastern racing circuit. She
sucked in a breath. Her heart seemed to stop fora minute, before kicking into a faster
rate.
Divina sighed, her chestheaving.
Hank growled low in histhroat.
Grace’s gaze was gluedto Divina’s new husband. He was so much better looking
in person. He walked with a confident swagger,making her knees go weak. Good thing
she was sitting down. She sucked in anotherbreath. Divina’s usually bad taste in men
obviously didn’t carry over when she was drunk.The local papers hadn’t done him
justice with their photos.
Divina walked to thefront of Grace’s car and stopped him with a hand on his
chest before he got too close to Hank. Gracegrinned through the window of her Toyota
Corolla. People paid good money to watch dramalike this.
“What’s with the movingtruck? I thought we were getting the marriage
annulled?” Divina whined.
“I’ve decided to givethis marriage gig a try.” Stone stepped around her with his
hand outstretched toward Hank. “Hi. I’m StoneAdams. You are?”
“I’m Hank, Divina’sfiance.”
Stone’s eyebrows wentup, registering surprise, then he slid his head toward Divina. “Really?”
He was cool, calm andcollected. If Grace had missed the eyebrow raise, she
would have guessed he already knew about Hank.
Divina gasped andsighed. A common occurrence, Grace noticed. “Yes. Really.
This is why we can’t stay married.” Divinapointed between herself and Hank. “We’re
getting married in less than two months.”
Stone leaned in toDivina. Grace couldn’t see their faces anymore, but from the
look on Hank’s face, Stone wasn’t playing fair.
“Get your lips off her,”Hank said, taking a step forward.
“She’s my wife. I’mallowed,” Stone said.
“Grace! Now’s a goodtime to interfere!” Divina called.
She thought about it fora moment. What could it hurt? This was why she was
here, to keep the three of them from killing oneanother. She slid out of the driver’s seat
and looked over the roof of the car at thethreesome. All of them turned to stare at her.

MichelleLibby has bounced from job to job over the last decade, but one thing hasremained constant – her need to write fiction.
As ajournalist, she quotes words others tell her – as a novelist she does her bestto make her characters say what she wants them to say.
Her lifeis never dull or boring with her police sergeant husband, teenage daughter andmiddle school son. She also shares her Maine home with her yellow lab, Chloe,and her two old cats, Honey and Apollo.
VisitMichelle at her website www.michellelibby.com.




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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

*Giveaway & Author Interview* More Than This by Shannyn Schroeder *Goddness Tour*

 Ladies and Gents of my Lair, I would like for you to put together a warm welcome for a wonderfully, delightful author...

Ms. Shannyn Schroeder



More Than This
by Shannyn Schroeder
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BLURB:

When a lonely teacher teams up with a handsome bartender for some outrageous acts, they both get more than they bargained for…

Learning her ex-husband is going to be a father, Quinn Adams is determined to have a baby of her own—without the partnership of a man. But her sister and friends believe she needs to focus on herself first, and step out of her comfort zone by completing a list of adventures. Challenge number one is to go on five dates within two weeks. After a few disastrous attempts, Quinn’s ready to give up—until sexy bartender Ryan O’Leary offers his assistance.

Ryan has always been the dependable one in his family, often at his expense. But lately, he’s been longing for a life—and a woman—of his own. The woman he has in mind is Quinn. Though it seems all she wants is friendship, Ryan can’t ignore the explosive chemistry he feels between them. In the hopes of becoming closer, Ryan offers to help out with Quinn’s list. But when she asks him for a serious favor, he’s afraid it will jeopardize his chance to become more than friends.

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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!

Tell us a little about your book?

More Than This is the story of a woman who wants a baby more than anything. Quinn has one failed marriage behind her and is reluctant to look for another. When she brings up the idea of becoming a single mom, both her sister and friend think she’s crazy. To prove that she can handle the upheaval a baby would bring to her life, Quinn agrees to take the summer and complete a list of adventures that will take her outside her comfort zone.
Ryan is the go-to man for his large family. He’s a nurturer who feels the need to take care of those around him, so when he sees Quinn struggling to complete her list, he offers his help. He has ulterior motives, however. He figures if Quinn can get through the list and the summer without finding a decent guy, she’ll give him a chance.
Ryan and Quinn become fast friends, which is unusual for Quinn. They both attempt to ignore the chemistry they have and they fail in that mission.

How much emotion does it take from you to write?

This is tough. It depends on the scene. If a scene is really emotional for the characters, whether it’s an ugly fight or great sex, it can be difficult to write. Often I’ll cheat and just go through the motions in the first draft. Then when I go back to revise and really have to open myself up to make the scene real and that’s draining.

What is your favorite part of the book?

I think my favorite scene from the book is actually the last one I wrote. During revisions with my editor, he pointed out a scene that he felt either needed to be fleshed out or cut. For me, it’s an important scene because it’s the first time we see Quinn bake Comfort Cookies. In the early stages, I rewrote that scene a bunch of times before I even went out on submission, so it’s always given me problems. When I revised it, though, it became one of my favorites because Ryan is being a really good guy with some subtle flirtation and Quinn is so clueless.

Most of it’s up on my web site if you want to peek.

You can only pick 3 words for your main characters..what would they be? *to describe your main characters*
Quinn – practical, predictable, safe
Ryan – fun, loyal, sexy

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

Quinn was easiest by far because we have a lot in common. When I created her, I definitely wrote what I know. I made her an English teacher because that’s what I was. (Although she likes Romeo and Juliet and I can’t stand teaching it). There are differences, but our basic personalities are close enough that she was easy to tackle.

How many books are you shooting for in this series??
I’m not sure. My second book stars Indy, Quinn’s sister and Griffin, Ryan’s best friend. Then, there 4 more O’Learys that aren’t married, so anything is possible.

What are you currently working on?

Book 2, Indy’s story is in the hands of my editor and should be released in July. I’m working on revisions for Colin O’Leary’s story (Ryan’s older brother), but that’s not under contract yet. And I have something totally different started.

Do you have anything due to release soon?

Book 2 of the O’Learys should be released in July.

What's one thing that you enjoy about writing?

I love drafting a new book. I get to fall in love with characters and watch the story develop. The best feeling is getting to the end of that story and knowing you have new ideas already brewing. (Then of course, I have to revise, and that’s the part I hate.)

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

I LOVE my cover. I have two young daughters who always give me a hard time about the shirtless men on the covers of the books I read, so I was happy to show them my book had a man with a shirt. But mostly, I love great arms, and that cover model has sexy arms J

What do you prefer ebooks or paperbacks?

I do a mix of both. I never thought I would like ebooks, until I got myself a Kindle. I love the click for instant download. There are some books that I still buy in paperback, but now that Border’s is gone, I find that I’m really lazy about going to the store, so I find myself reading more ebooks. Plus, there are so many great deals on ebooks.

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

When I started writing, my first two manuscripts were romantic suspense. I love romantic suspense with the super alpha heroes and intriguing serial killers, but I couldn’t make it work. It wasn’t until I wrote More Than This that I discovered that my voice is contemporary romance. It works for me. I might go back and try suspense someday, but for now, I’m happy with what I’m doing.

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

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

What is on your night stand/dresser?

I lamp, a pile of books (some mine, and some my daughter’s), my Kindle, and an empty water glass

What are you listening to you right now?

At this moment, nothing because I’m trying to focus on answering these questions without sounding like an idiot. I usually work with music on though. I prefer the local country station, but when I’m working on one of my books, I listen to the soundtrack I created for the book.

What are you reading right now?

Shannon Stacey’s latest Kowalski book, All He Ever Desired

What is your favorite season? Holiday?

I love summer. Even though I hate swimsuits, I love going to the beach and hanging out with my kids. Christmas is my favorite holiday because I enjoy watching my kids be surprised by presents.

And what has been your best b-day present ever??

I don’t really celebrate my birthday with gifts and stuff, so this question was really hard. When I turned 20, my husband bought me a diamond ring. At the time, we weren’t even dating; we were just friends. It’s a very simple, small solitaire, but for him it was the promise that someday we’d be more than friends.

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...

You know you do... Quickie time... Think fast....
 

Are you a quickie kind girl?
Nope – I like to take my time

Dark or Milk Chocolate?
Milk

Whipped or Melted?
Melted

Straight up or with a twist - sex?
Straight up – I’m pretty boring

Junk or Health Food?
Always junk

Leather or Lace?
Neither – leather is stiff and lace is itchy. I’m all about the cotton

Soft or Hard... Bed, where was your mind?
Soft

Control or Be Controlled?
Be controlled

Vampire or Werewolf?
Vampire – I don’t like hairy guys

Twitter and/or Facebook?
Twitter (I’m not on Facebook at all)

Pinterest or not?
Yes, Pinterest (It’s a fun place to collect ideas)


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Excerpt:

She tugged her hand away and crossed her arms. Her eyes darted, as if keeping contact was a battle. Her voice lowered a fraction. “You don’t know how hard it is to find a normal date.”

“What makes you think that?” He pushed his palm against the wall next to her head and caught the soft, powdery scent of her perfume. Did it make him an ass that while she talked about dating other men, his thoughts focused on kissing her again?

She shifted and tucked her hair behind her ear. When she looked up again, her face had returned to the usual polite, impassive front. “Come on. I’m in here often enough to see you with all kinds of women. I’m not judging you, but you can’t compare picking the flavor of the week to dating.”

He didn’t address her comments. She was right—he liked women who required nothing from him but a good time. It wasn’t a concept she’d understand. She’d definitely require more. He hadn’t attempted anything more serious since Cassie. “So what’s your plan? Cast a wide net and see what you catch?”

She shrugged. “Indy said it’s all about numbers. I spent a bunch of money to join the stupid dating site. They guarantee I’ll meet someone special. It’s in my best interest to keep trying. Besides, I try to weed out the worst of the bunch.”

His burst of laughter made her jump, so he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, if you think you’re weeding out the bad ones, your radar is broken.”

Her lips pulled back, but it wasn’t quite a smile. “I was born without radar.”

Excerpt Three:

“What’s up? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“It’s only been a week.”

“I’ve gotten used to you stopping by more often.”

“I’ve been working. The end of the year is a busy time.” This was the third time she’d seen him since the kiss, and he’d said nothing.

“What’s this?” He tapped her calendar.

I guess we’re still ignoring the kiss. “I’m trying to choose the best day to play hooky.”

Ryan’s laughter rose above the noise of the milling crowd. “You need more help than I thought. Sweetheart, a hooky day isn’t something you plan. You just do it. You don’t think about work. The day is supposed to be fun.”

Quinn groaned and thumped her head on the table. “I can’t do that.”

“Didn’t you ever cut class?”

Quinn raised her head. “No. Perfect attendance all four years. Eight if you count college.”

His crinkly-eyed smile returned. “Oddly, I’m not surprised by that fact. If you’re not comfortable with it, why are you doing it?”

“Remember the list Indy and Kate created for me last week?” You know, the night you kissed me senseless one minute and moved on to a bimbo the next?

He nodded and she continued, “The first item on the list is to play hooky.”

“Playing hooky should not be stressful. Everyone does it. Lighten up. Pick a day and have fun. Your students will survive without you. Most of them have played hooky and can appreciate it.”

She slammed her calendar shut. “Okay. Monday it is, then.”

He shook his head again. “Not quite spur of the moment.”

“Hey, I’m a work in progress.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Shannyn Schroeder is a former English teacher, who now works as a part-time editor while raising her three kids.

Even though she wrote from high school through college (mostly poetry), she’d never considered a career as an author. Writing fell by the wayside as she focused her energy on creating lesson plans and new and fabulous ways to torment her teen students. One group in particular dubbed her “The Torture Master,” a title she carried into motherhood.

After the birth of baby number two, Shannyn resigned from teaching and fell in love with reading romance novels. She read so many books so quickly that her husband teased, “If you’re going to read so many damn books, why don’t you just write one?”

So she did.

That first book is safely buried on her hard drive, but the process set Shannyn on the path to professional author. She came to reading romance later than many, but lives for the happy ending because real life can be depressing. She writes contemporary romance because she enjoys the adventure of new love.

In her spare time, she loves to bake cookies and watches far too much TV, especially cop shows. She is recovering from her Diet Coke addiction, fears putting her foot in her mouth on social media, and has a renewed appreciation for the bad girls of the world.

Web site: http://www.ShannynSchroeder.com

Twitter: @SSchroeder_



***Giveaway Time***

 SHANNYN SCHROEDER WILL BE GIVING AWAY: 



Shannyn will be awarding a 15" x 12" Pampered Chef flat baking stone (similar to the one her heroine uses) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US only).  She'll be awarding a Keeper Kase (to keep your autographed book cover flats in) with an autographed cover flat from "More Than This" to one commenter at every stop (US only).


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I encourage you to follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: 

 


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