Star Catcher by Kimber Vale

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To celebrate, Kimber is hosting a give-a-way! Read on to find out how to win!

Long Distance Relationships in the Space Age

Remember when you went off to college and you swore nothing would ever come between you and that guy you were dating? Remember how it took you about three weeks to figure out you needed to shake that dude off your jock, and another two to make it happen nicely (sic). Well, how about a long-D with a dude from another planet? How do you make something like that work?
Well, for one thing, the sex has got to be worth it. The alien in question must be hung hotter and harder than any Earth guy you’ve ever met. That’s right—I said it. We were all thinking it. Big brackligg = our willingness to drive further and work harder at this crazy little thing called trans-galactic love. If it’s mind-blowing snoo snoo, we might even take a commuter ship to the planet Artanos, wedged in the middle of the Qobrin galaxy. Yes, a hot bod and a willing tongue can make us do crazy things, like brave sitting beside those otherworldly commuters with creeping-tentacles for an eighteen hour space ride.
Secondly, our alien boyfriend’s gotta have a sense of humor. If he isn’t all that fun to talk to, he may be able to play the guitar to make up for it—but odds are, even guitar sexiness will wear off if the guy can only tell jokes that would be too lame to be printed on a Popsicle stick. If he thinks everything you say is magic, well then that works, too. If he’s funny and believes you’re the hottest, smartest, and most engaging asteroid to ever land in his lap—Houston, we have a winner.
Thirdly, he needs to drive a decent space craft. None of this, “My parental figure gave me his old air-ship when he purchased a new one, and it is a perfectly acceptable means of transportation.” No. That tin can couldn’t reach Mach Ten if he hitched it to the back of Halley’s Comet. And when it needs a new muffler, he’ll either have to ask daddy dearest for the krobek to pay for it, or he’ll be pissing off every planet this side of the worm hole with his noise pollution. Either way, not interested. We all know this guy. All of the sudden, it’s not him, it’s you, and you’re thanking your lucky stars he lives halfway across the universe.
Finally, we can make an intergalactic relationship work if we meet the fella, fall in love, and then are accidentally abducted by a ruthless military leader from our sexy alien’s home planet. When he helps us escape, along with a bunch of other Earth women, and apologizes for taking part in such a nefarious scheme, we’ll realize that a man (or alien) who’s able to say he’s sorry is a rare gem indeed (especially if he has a big brackligg and a bod hot enough to fry an egg on) and worth his weight in arumia.
He may even be good enough to warrant the rental of an intergalactic U-Haul.

Bio: Kimber Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from het sci/fi to hot manlove. Her first novel-length release, Star Catcher, will be available from Liquid Silver Books on June 3, 2013. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. www.kimbervale.com

Blurb for Star Catcher by Kimber Vale:

Lust flares hot and bright when Stella Aims’ world collides with the gorgeous and mysterious Noth Zobor. The tall dark stranger doesn’t speak a word of English, but Stella is happy to teach him everything she knows, including a crash course in the universal language of love. Their passion burns down to sweet and smoldering before Stella’s reality is completely spun around.
People aren’t always what they seem—but what if they aren’t even human?
Concerned that Noth’s been lying to her, Stella searches for him and walks into a trap straight out of a nightmare. When she wakes, she finds the real deception was far worse than she ever suspected, and her lover is not at all what he seems. Forgiving him might be the easiest thing Stella has to do, because getting out alive and saving her fellow humans from captivity and experimentation will be the toughest challenge of her life.
Can lovers from two different planets overcome forces that push them galaxies apart? When the fate of two species hangs in the balance, love may be the only thing strong enough to save them all and give hope for a new future.

Okay, now that our readers are intrigued, how about that giveaway Kim?

How about winner’s choice of a pink or blue crystal stretch ring? Any new follower of my blog (www.kimbervale.wordpress.com) for the week of May 17th 2013 to May 24th will be eligible. If they comment on your blog they get a double entry.

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Win a free e-copy of PHOENIX

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Let the release party roll on for PHOENIX! Let’s give away a free e-copy!

Blurb
Leah Wolfe of the Supernatural Investigations of Non-human Species—SINS for short—is learning to control her necromancer skills while balancing her life as a federal agent and fiancée to the Marquis of the vampire world, Ian Nightwalker.
When her godson is kidnapped and the kidnapper offers to trade the boy for Leah, she doesn’t hesitate.
Leah finds herself in the lair of Phoenix, a former Marquis bent on avenging the death of his lover. He is also a scientist who is using DNA from various species with the hopes of creating an army of Supernaturals.
Leah must stop Phoenix, save those he has tampered with, and get back to Ian.
But first, she must save herself.

Click on the cover picture on the right, read the free excerpt and tell me in an email RhondaLPrint@yahoo.com – Who really killed Tabitha Walden? Winner can choose an e-copy of PHOENIX or any one of the other Leah Wolfe SINS Novel books. Contest goes from May 11 – 13th and the winner will be announced on this blog on May 14th!

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PHOENIX RELEASE DAY PARTY!! FREE BOOK!

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Today is Release Day for PHOENIX, Book 4 in the Leah Wolfe SINS Novel Series! To help celebrate, http://www.LSBooks.com is offering the book that started it all, NIGHTWALKER: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL for FREE. Click on http://www.LSBooks.com then look at New Releases and follow the link to NIGHTWALKER! THE ORDER OF CHAOS, JUSTIFIED AND GUARDIAN are also be offered at discounted rates.

Blurb
Leah Wolfe of the Supernatural Investigations of Non-human Species—SINS for short—is learning to control her necromancer skills while balancing her life as a federal agent and fiancée to the Marquis of the vampire world, Ian Nightwalker.
When her godson is kidnapped and the kidnapper offers to trade the boy for Leah, she doesn’t hesitate.
Leah finds herself in the lair of Phoenix, a former Marquis bent on avenging the death of his lover. He is also a scientist who is using DNA from various species with the hopes of creating an army of Supernaturals.
Leah must stop Phoenix, save those he has tampered with, and get back to Ian.
But first, she must save herself.

Countdown to the release of PHOENIX – May 6th Who wants a free copy?

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PHOENIX, Book 4 in the Leah Wolfe SINS Novel Series release day is Monday May 6th! To celebrate I’m giving away a free e-copy! Read on to find out how to win!

Blurb
Leah Wolfe of the Supernatural Investigations of Non-human Species—SINS for short—is learning to control her necromancer skills while balancing her life as a federal agent and fiancée to the Marquis of the vampire world, Ian Nightwalker.
When her godson is kidnapped and the kidnapper offers to trade the boy for Leah, she doesn’t hesitate.
Leah finds herself in the lair of Phoenix, a former Marquis bent on avenging the death of his lover. He is also a scientist who is using DNA from various species with the hopes of creating an army of Supernaturals.
Leah must stop Phoenix, save those he has tampered with, and get back to Ian.
But first, she must save herself.

Add yourself as a follower to this blog and leave me a comment, including your email address and one winner will be chosen on Sunday, May 5th and announced right here on the blog!

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sm-notadragonsstandardvirginOoo, I just love dragons. Why don’t you tell us a little about your latest book.

A: Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin is about a woman who must either face being a dragon’s sacrifice or find a way to lose the virginity that makes her eligible to be eaten. Isabelle isn’t a woman who stands by and lets people make decisions for her, but to give her innocence away before marriage is a big deal in 1547 Scotland. She’d be reviled and outcast, and she has to decide if that’s a fate worse than death.

Where were you when you got your first book contract? Who did you tell?

A: I was at home getting ready for New Year’s Eve. I was really nervous about it because it was my first romance novel I’d ever written and I had doubts about its quality. When I got the contract, I called my best writing friend, my husband, my other writing friends, and anyone willing to listen, lol.

What draws you to write your genre and sub genre?

A: I’ve always been a sci-fi/fantasy reader since I discovered Anne McCaffrey, and I loved the idea of creatures other than humans having stories. When I realized there was a genre for just such creatures in romance, I jumped on it. I love odd critters in love, lol.

Do you have any tips for new writers?

A: Never give up, never surrender. One of the best quotes I saw was “a professional writer is merely an amateur writer who never gave up.” It stuck with me. The only way to become a best seller or a household name is to keep writing and keep publishing – oh, and have a good critique group/editor. 

What is your guilty pleasure?

A: Cake, pure and simple. 

Where can your readers reach you?

A: Website: http://siobhanmuir.com
Blog: http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/siobhan.muir.35
Twitter: http://twitter.com/SiobhanMuir
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5760938.Siobhan_Muir
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Are you working on another book?

A: LOL Yes, I’m always working on another book. Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin just came out this week, and A Hell Hound’s Fire came out at the beginning of April. The second in the Cloudburst, Colorado series will be out in June/July, and I’m in the middle of finishing up The Navy’s Ghost, a Menage a’ SEALs romantic suspense which should be ready to go in September.

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share?

Isabelle sighed a little as the stranger gave her a view of his broad back, and she had the odd urge to see if it was as heavily muscled and powerful as she guessed.
Bloody hell, lass. Focus on what you’re doing.
“Welcome to the Careless Wench, good sir. Are you lookin’ for a pint?”
“To be sure, but also for a warm bed. Have you one of those as well?” The stranger’s voice painted images of comfort, contentment, and far more lustful things in Isabelle’s mind.
“Well now, I may have one for you at that. Isabelle!”
She set down her cloth and straightened her skirt before answering her father’s summons. She could feel the violet gaze of the stranger on her, and it made her skin tingle, but she kept her own eyes on her father’s chin.
“Aye, Father?”
“Have the extra rooms been cleaned since our last guests?”
Isabelle wanted to snap at him that of course they’d been cleaned, but it would only irritate her father. Usually she liked nothing more than to needle the philandering prick, but she made herself play the dutiful daughter in front the elder and the stranger. She wouldn’t give them a reason to select her for the Virgin Sacrifice until she’d secured her ineligibility.
“Aye, Father, they have been cleaned.” The beautiful warrior met her eyes, and everything heated as if she’d caught on fire. How could one look do such things to her?
“Very well.” Her father narrowed his eyes and grunted with suspicion, but he turned to the stranger with a smile. “There be a free room at the top o’ the stairs that should suit you well enough. Say five coppers a night with supper.”
“Done.” The warrior reached beneath his plaid for his belt pouch, but his gaze returned to Isabelle. “How much for a bath? It’s been a long road between them.”
Oh, Lord, why does the idea of this man bare tease me so?
“Three coppers, four if you want some of my wife’s special soap cakes.” Her father always pandered Elizabeth’s soap cakes for no other reason than to get extra money out of people. The soaps smelled heavenly, though, and her stepmother made them from fresh herbs, improving everyone’s scent. “They cause a healing, they do. Best soap cakes in the Highlands, I warrant.”
The warrior chuckled, and his laughter sent a shiver up her back. He could laugh around her any time he pleased. The timbre of his amusement made her think of the richest velvet sliding against her skin. She clenched her teeth as her womb tingled, and she shifted her legs to relieve the ache. Dear Goddess, perhaps she’d already become no better than a brazen hussy if his laughter could get her wetter than a soft Highland rain.
“Four coppers it is, if I can have it tonight.” The warrior’s brilliant blue eyes fastened on Isabelle as he smiled, creasing the edges of his mouth upward. She wanted to kiss them.
“Very well. Your name, sir?”
“Swift.”
“Be welcome at the Careless Wench, Master Swift. I’m Joseph, the tavern keeper, and anything you need, you have but to ask.”
Her father waddled his way back to the bar, maneuvering his bulk into a crouch with a guttural grunt. Isabelle often wondered how her stepmother could stand the fat bastard. Joseph fished around under the counter as Master Swift and Isabelle followed, and she took lascivious pleasure in ogling his backside.
“Here it is.” Joseph rose and handed Isabelle a key. “Take Master Swift to his room and see that he has enough linens and towels. And tell Martin to fill the wash basin in the laundry for Master Swift’s bath. Go on, gel! Quick now, before the year is out.”
‘’Tis spring, you fat bastard. We still have most of the year of our Lord 1547 left.
Isabelle tightened her lips around the incendiary words, but she held her tongue and nodded. “If you’ll follow me, please, master.” Nodding politely, she walked past him and headed for the stairs.
“Thank you,” Master Swift said, though she had no idea whom he thanked.
Though Isabelle knew he followed, she could barely hear his footsteps over the thunder of her own heart. She sensed him behind her like a fire, and the heat burned all the way to the top of her head. An idle thought shifted through her head, making her wonder what it would be like to lie pressed against him. Would it be as warm as she felt just walking in front of him? She took a deep breath as the blood rushed to her face, heating her skin, and she thanked her lucky stars he only saw her back.
Get a hold of yourself, lass! She mentally slapped herself. Have a little decorum. You can’t just throw yourself on him.

How did you come up with the title?

A: Actually, the working title was “Double Standard” because I’ve always been frustrated and disappointed in the cheers/jeers men and women get respectively for having sex before marriage. Isabelle would be reviled for having sex with someone before marriage, even to save her skin, but any of the men in her village could sow a few wild oats and no one would think badly of them. It’s still alive and well today. Even other women get catty about it to their female friends. So when the story developed more, I changed it to Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin because she isn’t standard, she doesn’t cry and whine, and she’ll take care of her own problems, thank you very much. 

Do you work on one project at a time or mulitples?

A: To stave off writer’s block, I work on several projects at a time because the muse will write, just not always on the same project day after day (unless I’m close to the end/deadline).

Is there one particular thing that you find challenging about writing?

A: Promotion is challenging because it can suck you in and you never get any writing done. And if you don’t have another book coming, all the promotion in the world won’t matter in the long run.

Who is your favorite author?

A: I have several, but I’ll only name a few. Cara Michaels, Silver James, Cat Johnson, Deborah Coonts, Lila Shaw, and Gem Sivad.

What are you reading now?

A: I just finished The Duke’s Perfect Wife by Jennifer Ashley, and I’m in the middle of Still:Long, Slow Tease by Ann Mayburn. It’s hot! 

Are your characters a reflection on you or anyone you know?

A: I suppose all my characters have aspects of me (I can’t make them believable if they don’t react the way I think they should), but they are their own people, even if just on paper. I did model Fredrick MacGregor from Her Devoted Vampire after a hot guy I know, but only his looks. ;)

Do you use more than one pen name? Why?

A: Currently, I only have one pen name. If I chose to write a completely different genre like fantasy or science fiction, then I’d write under a different name.

What do you do to get in the mood to write?

A: Sit my butt in my chair, turn off social media, and open a word document. It’s all about taking advantage of the time I’m given. With two young kids, I have to write when they’re at school or I get swamped.

What is your favorite thing about writing?

If you were a supernatural creature, what would you like to be and why?

A: Honestly, I’d like to be a dragon shifter. I’d like the opportunity to learn anything I wanted (and have the longevity to do so), breathe fire, and fly. I guess I’ll just have to be satisfied with hang gliding and helicopters. 

How many books have you written? How many have been published?

A: Seven I’ve written and finished, four I’ve published, with two more on the way this year.

Do you have a favorite character from one of you own books? Who and Why?

A: No, not really. I like all my characters for their different quirks and abilities. Isabelle is a fiery red-head who won’t just roll over and let the men decide her fate. Bridget is NOT impressed with Fredrick’s overall mystique and handsome face. Julianna really likes Jeff, but won’t just let him take liberties just because he’s the Alpha werewolf, and Sarah will battle a hell hound just to save her son. Each one is different, but has things I really admire.

What is the easiest and hardest thing about writing?

A: Easiest thing is writing the story down. Hardest thing is going back through and editing it to be clear, concise, and grabby (meaning it hooks the readers and holds on tight).

Do you find love scenes difficult to write?

A: You know, I used to. Writing a love scene always came out mechanical the first time and I used to berate myself with the old adage “No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.” So therefore, “No sexual arousal in the writer (when writing), no arousal in the reader.” It used to depress me. But I can always go back and fix a love scene, and I’ve gotten better at being present the first time, so I don’t have to fix too much when I go back through it.

Are any of your personal experiences reflected in your writing?

A: Yes, some of them. ;)

How long does it usually take you to write a book?

A: Depends on the length of the story and the drive of the Muse. I think on average it takes me about two to three months of consecutive writing to finish.

Do you set timelines when you’re writing or write when the feeling hits you?

A: I don’t have a lot of time with two young children, so I get about 3 hours in the mornings while my youngest is at Kindergarten. I write like the wind at that point because between homework and chores, I don’t get much done in the afternoons.

Do you characters talk to you?

A: Yes they do and it’s the most amazing thing. The first time happened to me in Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack. I had no idea what Jeff Lightfoot, the hero, would do when he visited the heroine for a cup of tea. She asked him to say and Jeff said he should go. There was a period of about a day while I waited for him to tell me whether or not he’d leave. For the record, he stayed. ;)

Who controls the storyline, you or your characters?

A: My stories are often character driven, but because a lot of my stories come in dreams, I have a basic outline of what’s going to happen. I just have to let the characters tell me how they’ll react to any given situation.

What is your writing day like once you start a book?

A: I first get the basic ideas down. My stories often come in dreams, so I have to sit down and write out the dream before it disappears out of my memory. This becomes a basic outline that I refer back to when writing. Then I allow myself a little time to promo and interact online, then I hit the keyboard and see what comes out.

Do you promo your backlists when you’re writing a new book, or dedicate your time solely to writing?

A: I promo all my books all the time. Why only depend on word of mouth from others? If I’m not talking about my books, how can I expect others to do so? Granted, I don’t hit it as hard as when the books first come out, but I promote about my writing, and that includes all the books that are out.

How many books do you write in a year?

A: I write three to four books a year. Someone once asked me why I take so long, but it’s not really the writing that takes a long time, it’s the self-editing, the editing from my critique partners, and then the editing from the publisher. I never submit a first draft to anyone.

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Welcome from across the pond – Author Daisy Banks

yourheartmysoulThings I wish I’d known when I began writing.

I have been writing romance for a while and have had some stories published. I enjoy writing and when the Muse is on my shoulder things can become exciting. This creative process is the part of writing I love.
There are procedures and ways of working that can help a new writer, and it’s some of these, I wish I’d known more about when I first listened to my Muse’s call. I hope new writers will find the answers I discovered helpful enough to save them a few hours of angst, and that more experienced writers might smile as they recognize some of the situations I’ve found myself floundering in.
Okay? Here goes.
Begin at the beginning: that is if you know where the beginning of your story actually is. When I first started writing, I treasured every word I poured onto the page, yes, I’m certain some will smile here. I rapidly realized my mistake. In my earliest efforts, I had at least a chapter I could toss away at the beginning of everything I attempted. Back-story, I was a virtuoso. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I wrote descriptions that might have put the vicar to sleep, they rambled from brain to page, all lovingly created, and later, savagely trashed.
I have learned to wield a harsh knife over my stories, with the encouragement of my critique partners. Yes, I wish I’d known and understood when I began writing, how immediacy grabs a reader far better than the family history of the character. An event taking place on the page, unfolding fast, draws a reader into the story and there’s no need to wait to let them have that. I really discovered this in my story A Matter of Some Scandal.
Mechanisms to get readers to love or loathe your characters? I used to read submissions by others to critique groups and long for my writing to have the depth and power to pull readers deeply into the story. Deep point of view challenged me in every aspect and I proved a slow learner. I am still working on this element of my writing. One of the things I enjoyed most in writing my latest story, Your Heart My Soul, was the sense I’d hit a depth of point of view I’d worked toward for some time. The method of deep point of view is, I believe, the best way of capturing a reader’s heart and is something I will continue to develop in my writing.
In my earliest attempts at a full novel, I tried plotting out characters, but it didn’t work for me. Once I’d written pages of notes, I’d try to use the character in the story and bang, they’d do something different from my expectations. Those of you who have experienced characters who do this can laugh here I’m sure. I gave up plotting when this situation repeated itself several times. I discovered I’m a pantster writer and have stuck to that method of working since. However, I know several writers who plot meticulously before they begin a new story, each to their own way. I add my details and depth once the bones of the story are in place.
Layering helps me build character, mannerisms, their likes and dislikes, information about them added slowly, like the natural process when you discover a new friend, not everything in a chunk too big to chew. I tried to implement this technique in my story Fiona’s Wish where the character’s relationship developed and deepened over a period of days.
The name game: the right names can make or break a character. When I began writing one of my critique partners, who was probably desperate to find something positive to say about my writing, told me I picked good names for characters. At the time, I was thrilled, and have to say my habit of wandering around churchyards helped with this. I often use real names or parts of them, ones I’ve seen on old gravestones. I think that’s why the names work, especially for historical stories. I like invented names too. One thing I’ve learned is to check on names and titles for stories. Sometimes I’ve renamed stories when I’ve done a net search and discovered other authors have already used the super title I’d just thought of.
Less is more: a cliché, but it proves true in writing. The right word at the right time can be worth ten others. The hard part is finding the right word. I love words, I always have, but often the choice of a doubtful word has meant I’ve had to rewrite in edits. I’m working on word choice still, along with finding the silences on the page that help to tell the story. This is true in dialogue where naturally emotional situations lead to silence between characters as well as words. I experimented and worked on this in my story Timeless in an effort to improve the authenticity of my dialogue.
Of course, there is much more. There are things I have sometimes pondered about late in the night. Some of them form the Daisy Banks ‘I wish’ list. Below is a part of the list.
I wish…
I had a ready set of marketing skills. Not all authors are natural marketing pros, but they need those skills. I’m still learning about marketing, but it takes time and, well, I’ll whisper here in case there is an editor listening: most of the time I’d rather be writing.
I’d not let my British reticence silence me at times. I am English and sadly we’re brought up to believe it’s bad form to say, ‘hey, look over here; this is all my stuff,’ I’m afraid this is not a helpful characteristic for promoting work.
I’d met some of my critique partners earlier.
This list isn’t exhaustive by any means, and I’m certain there are things on it many authors have experienced.
Ideas that might help new writers.
If you have recently begun writing, you’ve probably searched the web, as I did, for information on point of view, or characterization, or how to write a submission letter, and you will have found a plethora of articles, stuff on websites meant to help you.
However, there are times when instead of helping a writer, articles like these simply reinforce your fears or worries. I know some help sites terrified me. Therefore, with these three parts of writing that may worry people in mind, here are my suggestions to try to help.
If you are stuck on point of view issues and you find you keep head hopping, write a love scene, it could be sexy or simply intimate. The important thing is, in a love scene, you need to know who is driving the experience. I found the challenge of this exercise helped me understand point of view far better.
If characterization is your main challenge, record a conversation, not on camera, write it down, and add descriptions where you can. How do the people look? Move? Speak? Can you show the reader their relationship when they are speaking, without having to say it? I found doing this helped me a lot.
Lastly, for a submission letter, read the publishers guidelines and follow them. Be clear, precise and sensible. Know your story like your lasting lover, inside and out, understand the motivation of your characters and be able to explain it in your synopsis. Have a key line phrase to entice. Do be as professional as you can. Don’t try to be someone you’re not, but have faith in yourself and your story.
I am in the process of extending my website and developing a blog space of my own. In the next few months, I will be adding information on things I have found useful in my ongoing learning in my journey as an author.
One last thought, every writer experiences rejection. More than one publisher rejected both Stephen King and J K Rowling. Rejection hurts; some rejections hurt a bit, some hurt a lot. If you write and submit for publication, be prepared for rejected at some point. Should this make you give up?
NEVER!
Write and keep writing. Continue trying, submit your work to other publishers, no one has the right or power to silence your story, but do not blunder along in ignorance. Use every method you can to try to improve your writing so you give readers the best you can at that time.
Many thanks for the offer of a blog spot, Rhonda. I’ve enjoyed being here.
Daisy Banks
April 2013

Daisy Banks is author of
Your Heart My Soul. Published by Liquid Silver Books
Timeless. Published by Lyrical Press
Fiona’s Wish. (2012 CAPA Nominee) Published by Lyrical Press
A Matter of Some Scandal. Published by Lyrical Press
Witch’s Mark. Published by NCP

Excerpt:

Gareth raced back from the café, squashing the lid on a massive take-out cup of heavily sweetened coffee for Libby. He found her right where he’d left her after she fell from the counter: on the floor, in the arc of brilliant sunlight, halfway out in the small lobby halfway in the shop. The sun highlighted her dark hair with fire-bright chestnut sparks. He struggled to accept both what appeared to have happened and that he’d called her back safe and whole. He’d never dealt with anything as forceful as the entity in this shop.
Poor, sweet angel. She looked shell-shocked, stared up to him with eyes almost all black pupils still, her face so pale, he worried she might faint.
Though the boards were dirty and uncomfortable, he knelt beside her, and offered her the cup. “Here, sip this.”
She took a tiny mouthful, swallowed, and again. “What happened?”
Her voice wavered, and his uncertainty that the words were truly her own grew.
“A brief kind of spiritual possession. For a short time, the voice of another person spoke through you.”
“Oh, God!”
“Don’t panic, I’m fairly certain she’s gone now.”
Libby clutched his hand. Her nails dug deep into his flesh, and her fingers trembled. “Are you sure? Please say she can’t come and go as she wishes. She can’t, can she?”
“Relax, calm down. No, I believe she can’t. Though I have to warn you she’s very powerful, and you, well you have to be a gifted receptive to receive such a visitation.” He slid his palm over her smooth hair, stroked along, and caressed her shoulder. She needed reassurance, and to his mind, touch offered her the best he could give her at present. “I’ve not known anyone else this has happened to. All this is new to me.”
She opened her eyes so wide the whites shone all the way round. “It won’t happen again?”
He shook his head. “Not if I can help it. I’ll have to research about this kind of spiritual interaction. The power of this level of connection is unusual. Such things happen, but they are extraordinary.” Deliberate in his effort to calm her, he avoided use of the word possession again. Libby appeared terrified by the idea, and at present, he couldn’t blame her, but he must try to make her understand what was happening. “I’m afraid you will have to face the fact we might need to talk with the entity again,” he warned. “Though not today, I’m fairly certain. We’ve done enough in the shop for now, and you’re coming back to my apartment.”
“I am?”

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Daisy Banks is from the Black Country, the heartlands of the Midlands in the UK. She is proud to count as her ancestors the people who lived in the narrow, blue-brick paved streets, those who delved for coal or bent the metal to their will. Daisy is married and spends her time writing now her two boys are adults. She loves traditional romantic songs and ballads. She is interested in art, antiques and architecture, enjoys travel, and occasionally cooks a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan.

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Okay, lets spring ( pun intended) into action! Lame, I know, but I hope you’ll enjoy an excerpt from the first chapter of the my upcoming release PHOENIX! It’s the fourth installment of the Leah Wolfe SINS Novel Series. Stay on the blog hop for a chance to win lots of prizes and if you just stumbled upon us or lost your way, click on www.justromance.me to get back on the hop!

If you prefer the juicier excerpts: read on a find out what Leah and Ian are up to in the bedroom…

PHOENIX: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL

Releasing May 6th at www.LSBooks.com

Chapter 1 Excerpt:

Ground fog covered all but the tips of the headstones marking graves that dated back to the early nineteen hundreds. Angels Cross was one of the oldest and most prestigious cemeteries in the state. Governors, actors, almost anyone on the proverbial who’s who list were, most likely laid to rest in this hallowed ground. That offered me no comfort as I stepped through the mist and made my way to Tabitha Walden’s grave. Her grandfather, Arthur Walden, was a prominent businessman, and a strong supporter of the Supernatural Investigations of Non-Human Species, SINS for short the branch of law enforcement that employed me as a federal agent. Had Walden’s influence, and more importantly, his money, bought my services for the evening?

I’d like to say no.

I’d really, really like to say no.

But that would make me naive and, while I was  many things, gullible definitely was not one of them.

“Federal Agent Leah Wolfe.” Arthur Walden’s deep voice cut through the dark just before his rotund figure appeared through the mist surrounding him. His expression was somber as he extended his hand to me in greeting.

“That’s what they tell me.” I shook his hand and flashed a look at Sam standing beside him.

“Mr. Anderson here tells me you’re the best at what you do.” Walden’s gaze slid to Sam then back to me.

“Well, he should know,” I replied drily.

Sam cleared his throat, warning me to behave. “Leah is the only Necromancer in existence that we know of.”

Sam Anderson was the director of SINS. He was my boss as well as my friend. He also knew I wasn’t thrilled about using my necromancy. Having the ability to speak to the souls of the dead was one thing; being able to raise them from their graves and reanimate them was downright creepy. Yet that was the gift I had, even if I was just learning how to use it.

“You are aware that my abilities are inconsistent.” I tried once again to backpedal my way out of this mess.

“Don’t be modest, Miss Wolfe.” Arthur jerked his head toward Sam. “Mr. Anderson speaks very highly of you.”

“And I appreciate that—however…” I tried to keep from openly scowling at Sam, “I cannot make any guarantees.”

“You are the only chance that I have to say good-bye to my granddaughter, Miss Wolfe.” He leveled his gaze with mine. “Please, just try.”

I let out a heavy breath and nodded. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” I followed Sam and Arthur through the maze of headstones, trying my best to walk between them. Somehow, it just didn’t seem right to walk over the ground where their bodies were buried. The moon shone a perfect half curve, illuminating the mist and giving the haze an eerie life of its own as it wafted throughout the cemetery and swirled around the central mausoleum.

Walden finally stopped and jerked his head toward the nearest headstone. I walked closer to Tabitha’s grave and ran my hand along the top of her marker. It was white marble inscribed with her name, dates of birth and death. IN THE ARMS OF ANGELS was engraved across the top, and BELOVED DAUGHTER AND GRANDDAUGHTER below that.

Tabitha had been found dead in her home of an apparent overdose of narcotics. The coroner called it suicide and Arthur used his substantial influence to keep it out of the newspapers. Mustn’t let the actions of his granddaughter tarnish his squeaky-clean reputation.

I wondered how many times he’d used his influence to protect Tabitha, not that I blamed him. Arthur raised Tabitha himself. She was the only family he had left. His wife died years before and both of Tabitha’s parents followed soon after in a tragic house fire. When Arthur asked Sam for our help, he confided in him that he thought the stress of losing so many people drove Tabitha to take her own life.

“Where do you need me to stand?” Arthur called, interrupting my thoughts.

“A couple of feet away from the headstone should do.” As long as he wasn’t in the way of the body I was there to raise, it didn’t really matter. Keep it professional, Leah.

Sam stood beside Arthur and I saw him tense as I kneeled before the headstone. Sam didn’t like graveyards; most people don’t, especially at night.

Saying a small prayer, I blessed myself with the sign of the cross and then stood, took a deep breath, and tried to clear my head of all thoughts except for Tabitha. I envisioned her in the photographs Arthur had provided for me and wondered what her life had been like. She had been undoubtedly happy in the pictures with her parents. Her eyes were bright and wide with innocence. Then the photos taken of her after her parents’ deaths slipped into my mind when the joy seemed to have been drained from her. The misery of the loss of her parents was evident in every aspect of her appearance. Her eyes were jaded— stripped of their innocence and clouded in angst.

The ground below me rumbled as if a great vibration rocked the earth, sending bits of dirt and rock dancing upon its surface.

Arthur Walden gasped as the ground cracked over Tabitha’s grave, leaving a fissure nearly six feet long. It was as if the earth had opened a passageway for her to climb out of her tomb.

Two hands gripped the side of the fissure and Tabitha hoisted herself out of the earth. She clambered to her feet and placed her hands on her head, feeling her face as if looking for damage. My heart dropped into my stomach.

This had been no drug overdose.

Tabitha Walden was shot in the head, at very close range judging from the damage. While the left side of her face was intact, the top right side was nearly completely missing. Only her eyeball, dangling from a piece of tendon, remained. Her jaw was completely undamaged as if the bullet had managed to crack off a piece of her top skull and then fragmented out the back, leaving most of its carnage there.

“What the hell?” I managed to yell at Arthur just before Tabitha opened her mouth in an eerie wail that pierced the peaceful night air.

“I thought she’d be a ghost!” Arthur’s expression was horrified and his deep voice cracked. “I’m s-sorry, Tabby, so sorry.” Arthur stammered. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” He edged closer to Tabitha, his voice pleading.

“You killed her?” Sam’s voice hitched as the blood drained from his face.

“No.” Arthur turned his attention to Sam. “It wasn’t really me.”

At his words, Tabitha’s head snapped toward Arthur. Her eyeball made a sloshing sound as it dangled from her face. Tabitha made a few wet, choking gurgles. “You did this to me.” Tabitha said it as if she died knowing her grandfather had killed her. The pain of her betrayal hollowed the insides of my chest, halting my breath.

Tabitha tottered closer to Arthur. “I’m your granddaughter!” What was left of her face twisted with anguish.

Arthur stumbled back as she closed in on him. I felt his fear, his horror, and couldn’t bring myself to care. He’d had his own granddaughter murdered. He deserved to feel like shit.

Arthur’s voice rose. “I could never hurt you. I wasn’t myself; it was me, but not me.” His face wrinkled as he spoke. As if even he realized what he’d just said didn’t make sense. “It was a nightmare, not real.”

“Does this look like a dream? I am your granddaughter!” She screeched as she closed the remaining distance between them. “The child of your only daughter!”

Arthur braced himself against a headstone. “I don’t know how, but it wasn’t me. I swear it!”

“What the hell is going on, Arthur?” Sam demanded.

“I could never do this.” Arthur turned toward Sam. “I swear—it wasn’t really me.”

I didn’t like the feel of this. “Sam?” I called cautiously. “Step away from Arthur.”

“How the hell could you do this?” Sam stood his ground, ignoring my warning.

“Move, Sam!” I shouted, a moment before Tabitha jumped at her grandfather and flattened him to the ground.

I leaped at Sam and wrenched him away as Tabitha tore into her grandfather. She ripped strips of flesh off him as he screamed wildly.

I started an incantation, ordering Tabitha back to her grave, but it didn’t even slow her down. I was supposed to be able to control her.

So much for that theory.

I pulled my gun and fired one shot into Tabitha.

She turned, her hands dripping with the goo and flesh of her grandfather and speckles of blood dotting her face and the front of the dress she’d been buried in. “I’m already dead. You can’t kill me twice,” she sneered.

I fired another shot into her, but she simply turned away and continued battering Arthur.

Excerpt 2: Adults only

I captured his lips with mine before he could speak again. It was a sneaky way to change the subject, but hey, it worked.

Shifting, I trailed my mouth down his neck, teasing his chest and then sliding lower, where I confirmed that Ian was, indeed, naked, hard, and eager for me. Ian lowered his lips to mine and our tongues tangled together. Short, slow licks quickly smoldered into white-hot desire as we made love to each other’s bodies with our lips and tongues.

I hope you enjoyed these excerpts from PHOENIX: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL! So tell me, which did you prefer as a teaser…Chapter 1 or Juicy. ;)