Author Interview: Pippa Jay

Hang onto your seats and please help me welcome Pippa Jay author of Gethyon. The title of the book was the first thing to grab my attention.

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1)      What was the inspiration for Gethyon? I love that title!

        I have to admit, it was mostly down to falling in love with Star Wars as a pre-teen, and especially a certain Tatooine farmboy. But also I’d just written a scifi romance that hadn’t included a lot of tech, and I had an urge to write something with more advanced technology, planet hopping and spaceships!

2)      In Gethyon who is your favourite character and why?

        I have a soft spot for my sassy, deadly little bounty hunter Jinx. She’s feisty and dangerous despite her small size, and although we don’t learn much about her in this story I feel she has much more to tell us yet.

3)      Who is your least favorite character and why?

        Oh, Dephon definitely. He’s the representation of all the bullies I ever encountered at school, so he isn’t meant to be liked anyway, but even writing him made me shudder.

4)      Dephon sounds like a difficult character to work with – not someone most of us would like to meet. Tell us an interesting or fun fact – or a few – about  Gethyon.

        Okay, the description of the young Gethyon was based on my middle child, who was the same age at the time of writing and who is also part of the inspiration for the story. Also, I wrote Gethyon so my kids could read it (if they wanted to). I don’t consider them old enough to read some of my other works yet, but the older two are bookworms and curious about what I write.

 5)      Do you ever experience writer’s block? How do you work through that?

         Hmm, I don’t think of it as a block exactly, more kind of a silence from my muse. Usually I find listening to some music, flicking through some images on a stock photo site, watching a film or reading a book can help. Sometimes going to sleep thinking about the bit I’m stuck on helps. But the ultimate cure that I’ve found is doing housework!

 6)      Are you a plotter or a pantser?

          Total pantser. I don’t write linearly either, so my writing process is extremely chaotic.

 7)      What are your ambitions for your writing career?

           To have lots more books out and lots of happy readers. That’s it pretty much in a nutshell.

 8)      What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

         I do freestyle street dance to keep fit, enjoy needlework (especially making scifi costumes), read, listen to music,       spend time with my family and friends, play guitar (very poorly), and mess around with graphics for mock book covers.

 9)      Do you have any advice for other writers trying to get published?

        Mainly read, write and research. Especially research. Not just to get facts straight in your writing, but when looking at agents or publishers, or whether you should look at trad, small press or indie publishing for your work (look at Preditors and Editors for advice, and the Absolute Write forums). Also never give up!

 10)   Can you share an excerpt of your current work? Why did you select this particular section to share?

        Oh, this one which shows Gethyon and Jinx having a run in, since I already mentioned how much I love Jinx. Also because it features Gethyon’s spaceship, and I really enjoyed writing this scene.

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Excerpt:

The back of his neck prickled. He rubbed at it but the feeling continued, like some sharp-clawed insect creeping up his neck. Irritated, he rubbed harder…and then stopped. He knew that feeling. He remembered it. A sour taste in the mouth, a shadow at the edge of his vision…

He dove into the pilot’s seat head first, slapping the manual seal to close the canopy as he did so. A thump shook the craft and he turned to find Jinx perched on the canopy, her face pressed to the glass as she hissed her frustration between jagged teeth. The all-black eyes stared down at him, bright red hair spiked around her savage face, and he shuddered involuntarily, pushing himself back into the seat. His heart thundered. A moment longer and she’d have caught him, exposed and unprotected, though he had no idea how much defense the metaglass canopy would be.

Jinx clearly recognized their impasse. A growl reverberated even through the thickness of the metaglass pane before she grinned. Gethyon drew a sharp breath. If Jinx was smiling, it couldn’t be good.

The bounty hunter dropped from the front of his ship and vanished. Gethyon hesitated, then levered himself upright. She surely can’t have just given up.

She reappeared in an instant, something silver clutched in her right hand that she drove into the canopy. It punched a hole deep into the metaglass, fractures splintering across the surface. Damn it! Emergency breaker! Part of the kit for breaking out an injured pilot, the stave-like metal tool Jinx wielded would smash through the canopy in moments if he let the bounty hunter have her way. Gethyon scrabbled for the controls and fired up the plasma coil engine with a roar.

The engine screamed as the craft strained against the holding clasps while Jinx hammered relentlessly on the canopy. Spider-web cracks multiplied and spread across the metaglass as sirens blazed and the hysterical voice of a hangar technician screamed at Gethyon to close down his engine. He tried to shut them out while his craft shuddered under the pressure. He laid his hands against the side of the craft and shoved a tendril of telekinesis into the ship, forcing it downward into the landing feet. It twined its way into the docking clamps, sparking through the circuitry until the clamps snapped open, and the Spirit Drifter rocketed upward in a mad spin. The motion tossed Jinx from the canopy but threw the craft hard against the ceiling.

The impact tossed Gethyon across the tiny cabin and onto the forward controls, punching the air from his chest, before the craft dived back toward the hangar floor. Gethyon grabbed desperately for the control grips and pulled her up in time to scrape the craft’s underside along the floor in a trail of sparks and the horrible sound of tortured metal. The Spirit Drifter spun again, careered into the side wall and rebounded off before screeching to a halt.

Gethyon released the control grips and sucked in a breath that sent daggers of pain spearing through his chest. Groaning he fell back into the Memorphorm seat and let it cradle him as he raised a shaking hand to the ache in his face. Damn, that hurt!

Thanks so much for stopping by, Pippa! For a sneak peek at Gethyon, check out the book trailer.

Website – http://www.pippajay.co.uk

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Author Interview: Linda Rettstatt

I’m very excited to welcome another author to my blog! Please help me make Linda Rettstatt feel comfortable.

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What was the inspiration for   In The Spirit?  

        I’ve never dabbled in writing a paranormal story because, honestly, some paranormal scares me. But I got to thinking—what if a writer rented a mountain cabin for a few months to escape the familiar of the city in hopes of getting past writers block, only to soon learn the cabin is also inhabited by a ghost? Talk about potential distraction!

                In  In The Spirit  , who is your favorite character and why?

        I just love the character of Andrew McCabe, the ghost. He’s funny and not at all threatening and he is still deeply in love with his former fiancée and committed to finding out what happened to her. He wants nothing more than to have his own murder solved, the murderer arrested, and to reunite with his love, Laura, if she has preceded him in death.

 Who is your least favorite character and why?

        That’s tough. I should say the character of Daniel Flynn, the villain. But he’s very adept at being a murderous villain. I can’t fault him for that. He does, however, represent all that is dark and evil.

 Tell us an interesting or fun fact – or a few -about In The Spirit.

       The original story had a different setting—the New England shore—until I discovered a book recently published by another author that followed a similar vein and was set on the West Coast along the ocean. I felt I had to make changes to my story so as not to produce something too similar to that of another author. I think I ended up with a better story than my first version, so it paid off.

 Do you ever experience writer’s block? How do you work through that?

      I rarely experience anything that could be called writer’s block. I’m always working on more than one book at a time—usually two or three. If I hit a stumbling block on one book, I switch to a different one for a while.

 Are you a plotter or a pantser?

        I’m on the far end of the pantser scale, though I’ve learned it’s helpful to start with a working synopsis and keep a fact sheet about the characters so I don’t have to go back through pages and pages to remind myself of things like a character’s eye or hair color.

 What are your ambitions for your writing career?

        In my wildest dreams, I’d love to be successful enough to solely support myself from my writing. But that’s every author’s wildest dream. My goals right now are to strengthen my writing platform and grow my readership. And, of course, to continue to write the stories that touch my own heart and linger in my head.

 What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

       There’s something to do besides writing? Uh—just kidding. I like to travel with friends, visit the mountains or the seashore once in a while. Then there’s my day job in Social Services. I love doing nature photography when I do travel.

   Do you have any advice for other writers trying to get published?

        Yes. Always work to improve your skills. Let rejection teach you rather than discourage you. Surround yourself with other writers who will be both critically honest and encouraging. And, most importantly, stay true to your own voice, your own heart, and your own vision for your writing.

 Can you share an excerpt of your current work? Why did you select this particular section to share?

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Excerpt: In The Spirit

The form first appeared like a plume of smoke. But as her eyes adjusted, he came into focus—the same man she’d seen earlier. She backed away until her legs encountered the sofa. “Y-Y-You’re real?”

Andrew leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. “As real as a ghost can be. I’m sorry if this is frightening for you.”

“S-Sorry? You’re sorry? What the hell is going on here?” He moved toward her and she moved to the end of the sofa. She picked up the nearest object—the table lamp. “Don’t come any closer.”

“What are you going to do, en-lighten me?” He laughed again, but she continued to glare at him. He sobered and took a seat in the chair—his chair—the one she’d moved. “Sorry. It’s been a long time since I could actually talk with anyone. Okay. Let me explain.”

“Please do.” She clutched the lamp in front of her body.

“I came here two years ago to work and to spend time with my fiancée, Laura. She went out one evening to visit her sister. Laura had been divorced for a couple of years. Her ex-husband, Daniel Flynn, was crazy and abusive. He came here that night, killed me, and disposed of my body.”

Jessica gasped. “I remember. You disappeared and the case was never solved.”

Andrew nodded. “My spirit has been a prisoner in this cabin ever since. If I leave these walls, I’ll be gone forever.”

“So, why don’t you just leave? Go on to the hereafter?” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless you’re afraid of where you’re going for eternity.”

“I’m hoping for mercy. I can’t leave yet, because I have unfinished business with Mr. Flynn. And I need to find out what happened to Laura. She never came back here. That’s where you come in.”

“Me? Why me?” Feeling a bit more secure, she set the lamp down and shook her head. “Why the hell am I talking to a ghost?” She picked up her wine and downed the full glass.

“Alcohol is not the solution.” He took a few steps toward her. “In the past two years, you’re the only renter who’s been able to see and hear me, other than children and animals, like Binky.”

At the sound of her name, the cat streaked from beneath the sofa and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Mr. McCabe, I came here to work. If I don’t get this novel written, I may as well kiss my career goodbye.”

“Ah, well, then. That’s where I come in. You snoop around for me, find out where Daniel Flynn is now and what happened to Laura. I, in turn, will help you with your novel. I can be your ghostwriter—so to speak.”

“You’re joking, right?”

He grinned at her. “I already pointed out the error with your approach, didn’t I?”

“I…uh…” She paused. “Do you know how crazy this is? You’re a…a…ghost. I don’t even believe you exist.”

“Yet we’re having this conversation. Look, it’s late. Not that time matters to me, but you look exhausted. Why don’t you sleep on it, and we’ll discuss it again in the morning?”

“Sleep? You expect me to be able to sleep with a ghost in the house?”

He laughed. “I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts? Goodnight, Jess.” He turned on his heel, floated more than strode straight through the wall beneath the steps.

*** I chose this excerpt because it’s the first real meeting between Jessica and Andrew and gives us a glimpse into the personalities of both characters. I think it was at this point in the writing that I began to image Andrew  as Nathan Fillion from the TV show, Castle—similar in both looks and personality.

In The Spirit is a novella available in ebook at Champagne Books http://champagnebooks.com/store/index.php?id_product=21&controller=product

and at Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/In-The-Spirit-Linda-Rettstatt-ebook/dp/B00GFW8L7G/ref=sr_1_sc_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1388711710&sr=8-3-spell&keywords=Linda+Rettsttatt

My links:

Website:  www.lindarettstatt.com

Blog:  www.onewomanswrite.blogspot.com

Twitter: @linda_rettstatt

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Linda-Rettstatt-Writing-for-Women/142119167526

Thanks so much for this interview and allowing me to introduce your readers to my writing.

Thanks again for stopping by, Linda! Looking forward to reading “In The Spirit”.

Author Interview: Graeme Brown

I’d like to welcome another amazing author to my blog – Graeme Brown! Thanks for taking the time to stop by and answer some questions about “The Pact”. “The Pact” – a dark epic fantasy – was released by Champagne Books. Wait until you dig your heels into the excerpt! Keep scrolling to read more!

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 1)      What was the inspiration for “The Pact”?

This is a difficult question. Originally, I wanted to write something short and something fresh. I think when I came up with the idea of a boy who lived in a safe castle, who would soon lose everything and find himself at the heart of a conspiracy, I drew a lot on my childhood (with some exaggeration, of course!). On the other hand, having spent nearly two decades building a fantasy world, as the story came together, that emerged as a backdrop for the vivid, unique world the story is set in, giving it a powerful realism I would have had a hard time creating if I was making everything up on the spot.

2)      In “The Pact”, who is your favourite character and why?

 Again, a difficult question. I like most of the key players. But I think Will is my favorite, given that I have devoted a roadmap of several (upcoming) books to the story that unfolds around him. Will is the character I am closest to because, I think, I really relate to my own childhood and the way I looked at the world when I was young in him. I also like that he’s not a clichéd hero, since that allows me to appreciate a story about weakness and insecurity as much as a story about grand events.

 3)      Who is your least favorite character and why?

None. I love them all, even the bad ones.

 4)      Tell us an interesting or fun fact – or a few –about “The Pact”.

 The Pact was supposed to be a short story, but it turned into a novella

 5)      Do you ever experience writer’s block? How do you work through that?

 I don’t get writer’s block anymore. I’ve discovered, through spending about the last 6 years disciplining myself to sit down each day and write a little bit, that those “blocks” are really just restlessness. You don’t always have good writing days. Some suck, but, instead of focusing on “getting the story done”, I focus on “developing the story”, and so when I find myself getting distracted, I try to catch myself and use a few tricks, like looking over outline notes, popping around to earlier (or later, partly-written) sections of the manuscript I’m working.

 6)      Are you a plotter or a pantser?

 Absolute plotter, but no amount of plotting can avoid the pantsing that happens when you think of better twists and when the characters you chart out become someone else entirely when you actually meet them live in the story.

 7)      What are your ambitions for your writing career?

 I would like to continue to develop the fantasy epic that is unfolding. This small story The Pact opened the door to another story, A Thousand Roads, which I just submitted to my publisher, and that, in turn, has opened up so much world-building that I now have to look at ways to store it in spreadsheets so it’s more retrievable and easier to organize / develop (presently, I have a black box an about 500 sheets of paper that are in order, and whenever I write I haul that around with me and cover the table with the sheets I need). It keeps growing, and I have a lot of the arc planned out. I’d love to be able to do it full time, and to make something beautiful, to put all my energy into it and contribute to the wonderful epic fantasy landscape.

 8)      What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

 I like to play piano, to do math and computer programming, to run long-distance and do yoga. I love reading all sorts of things, and I’m also an editor. I enjoy coffee and tutoring university students, and I like walks on snowy days.

 9)      Do you have any advice for other writers trying to get published?

 Don’t rush. Focus on making your story as good as it can be. Be prepared to write more than one book before you have one you think you can submit (I have two failed manuscripts in a box, and I’m glad they’re there).

 Read lots of craft books, I’d suggest the works of Donald Maass, and, if you want to submit something, read Rayne Halls’ “Word Loss Diet” so you can avoid some obvious blunders that will get your rejected even if you have plumbed your story to its depths. Network with authors in your sub-genre, go to writing conventions and meet people who are active in the writing community and invite them to be guests on your blog – stay in touch and ask for advice, ask for good reading books and follow their blogs so you can learn from them.

 Writing itself can be a solitary process, but being a writer is not. Become part of the collective whole, and soon you’ll add your words to it.

 10)   Can you share an excerpt of your current work? Why did you select this particular section to share?

 This excerpt is from the beginning of The Pact. I’m sharing it since I was deliberate about beginning here and not anywhere else, and I hope if you enjoy it then you might want to read the rest.

“When you kill a man, look him in the eyes.” Grizzled Lord Wood peered down at Will, face hard, hazel gaze focused. “That’s the only way he’ll know you’re not afraid, the only way you won’t hesitate when your moment comes.”

 “Why ever would I kill a man, Uncle?” Will’s words sounded faint in the hubbub of the Banquet Hall’s festivities.

Stuart Wood cocked his head, narrowing his eyes a little more. His bronze beard bristled, as if every hair were made of fine wires. He moved a little closer, and Will smelled the Scotch of Myra on his breath. “I pray by the White God’s blood that you never have to wield a blade, Willy, but a man should always be prepared. When the reaper comes, if your axe is sharp, you can cut his scythe at the haft, and escape with your life.”

 “But the Pact keeps us safe.” Will looked away. Across the table, he heard Grandpa Judd talk about shopping for fresh melons while his hands moved underneath a young maid’s blouse, creating quite a commotion among the honored guests. Next to him, Grandma Mae shook her head, jowls jiggling.

 Uncle didn’t seem to notice. He leaned closer. “An oath is only as good as the ones who take it. Don’t delude yourself, boy. The Pact has held for two hundred years now, but that doesn’t mean it will hold a year more.”

 Will frowned then took a bite from a fat slice of sausage. He enjoyed Uncle Wood’s visits—whenever the man’s duties as steward to the King of Annon would permit. Every time Lord Wood came to Fort Lesterall, he talked about his wars up in the mountains, but Will had no way of knowing if they were true or not. Ogres and Trolls and the monsters of nightmare visions never came inside the walls of the castle, and Will never left his home by the strict instructions of his father. He lived safely in his refuge, a lone outpost in a world full of war, and the only way he heard about the outside was through his uncle’s stories.

 They were intriguing tales. His uncle told him of Goblin raids to the west—in Leviathan’s Gate—where some said the mountains climbed beyond the sky. A hundred knights rose and a hundred knights fell, for the foul creatures never slept, pouring out of their Crossling Mountain haunts like maggots from midden. Battles raged across the ten mountain realms, and armored warriors charged the Ogre lines, holding the northern marches of Daliador against the Unborn foe. Only the game champions who narrowly escaped were remembered in song. Will loved to hear of the heroes, of valiant Bor the Blackhanded, of Redbeard Patrick and Grolf the Rough, whose laugh could crack a stone. He always asked to hear more about Jarr the Twister, and Brutus with the brown cape, but his favorite was Ruklam the Wide, whose broadsword Alkarom could take down a tree and behead a Troll with one fierce swing. If only Uncle told those stories still. Of late, his tales grew darker, and Lord Wood’s face looked more tired each time he came.

 A bony elbow poked Will in the shoulder. He didn’t need to turn to know it was his brother. “Carril and I are going to the groves to hunt quail. Father’s given his permission for us to enter.” Black- haired Robin Lesterall looked smug, as usual. “He brags that he’s a better bowshot than me, but everyone knows the Wine Kingdoms breed better drunkards than archers.”

 Cousin Lanis flashed his cocksure smile, leaning his lanky frame over his empty plate on the other side of the table. “Just watch he doesn’t shoot you instead. I hear he has a fierce temper when he loses at anything.”

 “Spoiled whelp or not, Carril Britte knows better than to insult his host.” Uncle Wood glanced across the hall to the upper gallery, where the well-to-dos of House Britte—all dressed in gaudy blues and greens—cavorted among other popinjay nobles, visitors from near and far. Mattas, the head of the House, stood so tall he looked like a long noodle. Will had never seen nor heard of House Britte until they turned up last week, one of many guests from the far kingdoms of the world come to Fort Lesterall to celebrate this special day.

 “Later, we will compete, to see who’s the better shot. I will beat him fair and square, to show him that Lesterall should be acknowledged properly.” Robin sported his usual sly twist of the mouth. “If he has any honor, he will accede. We are Lesteralls of Annon, Lords of the Mountain Kingdom, and his lot belongs with the cowards who hide up north, as far away from the mountains as they can get.”

 “Such arrogance does not become you, Robby.” Uncle Wood lowered his voice, a growl. “I’ve told Ham he was a fool when he chose to keep you boys inside these walls, hiding you from the realities of the world. What do you know of honor? How are you any different from one of the Northmen, hiding here behind your Pact, while they relish their vineyards and yachts?”

 

“I’ve fought with real steel in the yard,” Robin protested. “Father says—”

 

“What are you all arguing about? What sort of fears is my husband trying to put into these innocent boys, hmm?” Will looked away from his uncle, toward the tall woman who approached, her dress a shimmering wonder of blue and yellow flowers. Aunt Zaria displayed the exotic fashion of her homeland, an island in the South Kingdoms, as far away as the Icelands of Allamar. Gathered in a net, her tower of black ringlets sparkled with crystal combs while her smooth, rounded cheekbones could have belonged to a doll. Her marriage to Uncle Wood was a recent event, done quietly last year, making her a stranger to Will. Waddling like a great goose, Aunt Gurtle, the sister to Will and Robin’s stepmother, followed close behind, one of her poodles padding at her side.

 

Aunt Zaria ruffled Robin’s hair, lifting the boy’s feathery black locks. “He might have the semblance of his father in youth, but this is a different time, Stu. The Blackfriars are long dead, and Annon’s Vassal Knights hold more power than ever before. Ham has the right idea. Let them have their innocence.”

 

“It’s not me that would take it away.” Uncle opened his mouth to say more, but the loud clang of the speech bell interrupted him.

 If you like what you’ve read, you can find out more at: http://www.graemebrownart.com/the_pact.html

Thanks, Paula, for having me as your guest. It’s been a pleasure visiting your blog and I look forward to staying connected!

Graeme

Thanks so much for stopping by for a chat, Graeme. If you’d like to get a hold of Graeme, check out the links below.

Website: http://www.graemebrownart.com

Blog: http://www.fantasywritingjourney.wordpress.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/GraemeBrownWpg

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If you’d like to get a hold of “The Pact”, visit the links below

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Author Interview: Celia Breslin

I’d like to welcome Celia Breslin and thank her for taking the time to stop by and answer some questions about “Haven”. “Haven” was released in July, 2013 by Champagne Books and is an urban fantasy romance – just up my alley! I love the cover and can’t wait to read it.

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1)      What was your inspiration for Haven?

 Vampires!  I wrote the story I wanted to read. 🙂

2)      In Haven who is your favorite character and why?

In truth, all my Haven characters hold a piece of my heart. But I hope Carina will forgive me if I confess her mentor Jonas is my favorite. An ancient vampire originally from England, Jonas embodies extreme violence in a pretty package.  He’s a man of few words, dark and moody, fiercely loyal and violently protective of those few people he loves (such as Carina).

 

I adore Jonas so much I gave him his own story, a short prequel to Haven entitled “Vampire Code.” It released October 2013, also from Champagne Books.

 3)      Tell us an interesting fact about Haven.

Haven is the title and one of the central themes of the book. Haven, defined, means “a place of safety or refuge.” Carina creates a home for herself with her best friends. And with her friend and business partner Adrian, she builds Haven, a dance club in the Castro neighborhood of San Francisco. Her club is a safe space where *everyone* – regardless of race, religion, sexual preference – is welcome. When her refuge is threatened by the emergence of vampires in her life on both Teams Good and Evil, Carina must make some hard choices…

Love of family, friends, and soul mates is explored in the novel, along with the question – just how far will you go to protect your loved ones? As you can see from the book description, Carina’s family went quite far to protect her.

4)      Do you ever experience writer’s block? How do you work through that?

I move! Seriously, exercise or a simple walk outside in the fresh air helps my muse get her groove back.

            5)  Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Both. My stories typically unfold in a linear fashion and follow a basic outline. If I try to jump around and write scenes out of order, my Muse gets cranky. If I try to work from too detailed of an outline, my Muse throws a tantrum and veers wildly off-script. It’s a fascinating and fun process.

6)      What are your ambitions for your writing career?

Write, write, and…write. J

7)      What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Exercise (yes, really!), read, hang with friends and family, watch anything and everything by Joss Whedon.

8)      Can you share an excerpt of your current work? Why did you select this particular section to share?

The excerpt below features the “First Meet” between my heroine Carina and her hero, Alexander. Magic, power, and fate draw them together in this little snippet:

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I froze, my moment of weakness chased away by a jolt of adrenaline. I resisted Adrian’s pull. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Silence.

“Nothing, I guess.” A wave of energy rolled into me, curled itself possessively around my body, and gave me one hell of a head rush. “Oh, wow.” I bit my lip, bracing against reaction.

Adrian tightened his grip on my waist. “Rina?”

Mark and Ren stalked over, faces grim.

“Did—? Do you—?” My mouth was so dry I could barely speak. “Do you guys feel that?”

Adrian squeezed, capturing my wandering attention, concern etched in the stern set of his jaw. “Feel what? What’s wrong?”

I started to tell them the Invisible Man hugged me against an electrified fence, but a second wave of energy bowled into me, making me tingle from head to toe. The sensation walked the line between pleasure and pain. A moan escaped me.

Mark took me from Adrian. “That’s it. We’re out of here.” He tried to pick me up, but I shook my head. Bad idea. Dizziness took the hall, and me, for a little spin.

Turn around. Turn. Around.

Was it a voice or instinct urging me on? Either way, the desire proved irresistible. I pulled away from Mark, pivoted, and forgot how to breathe.

The electric energy pulled back. The dizziness abated. All extraneous noise and people drained out of my perception until there was only Him.

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Thanks so much for stopping by Celia! I love your tag line. “Chosen by destiny. Bonded by blood!”

Please click on the links below if you’d like to get your hands on Haven!

AllRomance:

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-haven-1225460-149.html

 Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Haven-ebook/dp/B00DQH3SZI/

 Champagne:

http://champagnebooks.com/store/index.php?id_product=31&controller=product

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Angels of the Night: Discovery (taken from Goodreads)

Thanks Missy!

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When I started this book, I noticed that there are many draws that snag you from the very beginning. Obviously, the first one you’ll see is the cover. It’s absolutely stunning. Then, if you’re like me and you want to know what the book is actually about.. the synopsis will come next. And if that doesn’t grab you, then the opening scenes will. If I didn’t think that I was hooked into Angels of the Night: Discovery to begin with, then the first chapter definitely seals the deal. It adds a level of intrigue that isn’t necessarily all revealed then, but it’s something that gets trapped in the back of your mind through the rest of the story. BIG plus for starting things off with a bang.

After the initial opening chapter, the story slows down just a bit as you’re introduced to Allison, her life and all of the characters that follow. The first thing that I absolutely fell in love with when it came to Allison was the fact that, yes, she’s a teenage girl in high school but that in no way makes her an immature, damsel-in-distress type that we see in so many other stories where the main characters are high school students. Her personality is pretty kicking, her actions and reactions are genuine to her character, and everything about her screams that she’s a great female lead for the story. Overall, I think my favorite part of Allison is her interactions with Darcy and Thane – it’s all completely believable and there’s chemistry there that draws you to those scenes more than anything.

While we’re on the subject of the brothers… wow. Twins but polar opposites, yet you’re still drawn to both in the story. I remember reading somewhere a comparison of Darcy and Thane to Louis and Lestat of Anne Rice’s novel Interview with the Vampire – and I can totally see it. There’s the dark and brooding, then the one who’s trying to hold on to a little of his humanity. Though that’s as far as the comparisons go because Darcy and Thane are most definitely their own persons – err, well.. vampires, actually.

The story is really character-driven, especially with the interactions between the brothers and Allison, but it’s definitely not short of its own plot to drive the story as well. Angels of the Night: Discovery is full of history, romance, betrayal and let’s not forgot what makes most good mysteries in a story – secrets, secrets, secrets.

If I had to say anything critically about this story, I would say that I find it did drag a little in spots (definitely not many!) and the POV-switching was a little confusing.. but neither was enough to deter me from the story in the least. The writing is nothing short of great, hooking you with wonderful storytelling and a great cast of characters to boot. It’s a definite recommendation for all of the paranormal lovers out there. You definitely won’t be disappointed.