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Cover Reveal! Princess of the Light by N.N. Light

You guys! I have a great cover reveal for you today! A fellow author and friend, N.N. Light has signed with Anaiah Press and will be releasing her first book in August! The title of the book is Princess of the Light, and from the look of this cover, our heroine can handle herself! Check it out and see what I’m talking about!

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I am LOVING that sword! Did you see that angelic background? There is definitely some struggle with good and evil going on here! ( You guys know how I love angel/demon conflict!) Scroll down to the blurb below to find out more about Princess of the Light, and the wonderful N.N. Light!

Blurb:

Miriam Miller likes the simple things in life: a good book, close friends, and a healthy relationship with God. But, destiny comes calling, and her neat, little life turns upside down.

Ethanial, an angel of God, has been sent to reveal Miriam’s true calling -– she is the Princess of the Light, the woman chosen by God Himself to vanquish the demons intent on infusing the world with evil. And her first assignment: restore the soul of a homeless man known only as The Walking Man.

Enter Joe Deacons, a man intent on stealing her heart. But as Miriam embarks on her journey to save the Walking Man and fulfill her calling, it becomes clear that Joe isn’t what he appears to be. Miriam must decide: Is she willing to risk her soul to save those she loves?

Release Date: August 26, 2014

Author Bio:

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N.N. Light was born in Minnesota, lived in Southern California only to move to chilly Ontario, Canada to marry her beloved husband, Mr. N. She is blissfully happy and loves all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports and baking.

Website: princessofthelight.com

Blog: Princessofthelight.wordpress.com

Links:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20885910-princess-of-the-light?ac=1

Anaiah Press: http://www.anaiahpress.com

 

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February 28, 2014 · 11:51 am

Happy Book Birthday! Phasms Vol. 1: Infinite Potential by Barbara Garren

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You guys, I have been waiting since I first met Barbara back in August to be able to say these words:

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY!! That’s right! It’s here! It’s finally here! This blog post is packed with a special interview, awesome links and giveaways!! Read on my friends… read on!

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Phasms Vol. 1: Infinite Potential is available today! I was lucky enough to get to read this book early on and it is FANTASTIC!

THAT’S NOT ALL!  I have a rare treat for you.

See, Barbara and I have been working on a SUPER SECRET PROJECT that I can finally reveal now… deep breaths…

Are you ready for this?

The mysterious Dark Haired Man from Phasms has agreed to do an interview with the devil himself, Lucas Starr, the main character from my upcoming book, Taming Darkness. So not only do you get to meet two of our characters, but you get to meet them at the same time!

So without further ado… I turn things over to Lucas:

 Interview for Phasms Vol. I: Infinite Potential, by Barbara Garren

The Dark-Haired Man is interviewed by Lucas Starr (of the upcoming “Taming Darkness”)

Wrapping myself up in a veil of black smoke I left the comfort of my lair. The party was in full force, the burning fireplace, the flowing liquor and the scandalous women, but I have an important engagement. I am on my way to meet someone who has intrigued me for some time now. He is known as The Dark-Haired Man, and he is a force to be reckoned with.

Appearing on the beach, his beach, to be exact, I take in a breath and feel the salty air enter my body. The beach is empty, and I make my way to the shore, pulling a lit cigarette from mid air and taking my first sweet drag. Out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow approaching. He is walking toward me with strong, determined steps. His face is serene, his eyes dark and determined. I knew in that moment, we would get along.

I offer him a cigarette, but he only moves his head slightly in a no, his eyes locked on mine. Gesturing to the rock formation that stretched it’s hand out into the ocean, we took our seats. The jetties are sharp and hard, but it doesn’t bother us. It’s time to get down to business, I need to find out more about this Dark-Haired Man.

LUCAS: So, you are a Phasm. Ive been around longer than time existed and this is new information, even for someone as well cultured as myself. What are the advantages for being such a being, and where do you get your power from?

DHM: Ah, I see you are as direct and, pardon the pun, pointed as ever. May I answer your last question first? Yes? Thank you – Phasms are older than mankind, older, my dear friend, than you. We are beings formed of emotion itself – the emotions of man, in God’s image, of course. That is where we draw our power and that is what makes our power limitless. As man feels, man gifts us with the ability to feel. As man hates, or loves, the strongest of those emotions feed to us a surfeit of power. Man can no more control his simple, reactive nature than he can pull the tide from the sea, thus it is left to us, to the Phasms to rein in the impulses they eschew and utilize them for our own good. As to the benefit, surely you can appreciate the ability to draw power from a source of such Infinite Potential?

LUCAS: Describe yourself to our readers. We know you as, The Dark-Haired Man.But theres so much more. How do you feel about being known as this mysterious man, and what would you like us to know that we may not know?

 DHM: We all wear many guises, do we not? We choose the form, the likeness and the garb that suits our purpose, as I chose to appear in this form. I fear I’m the least mysterious of my kind, having chosen to reveal myself to others here, on this plane of existence. Not to bore you with braggadocio, but I am the first of my kind to develop such abilities. It takes a great deal of power to appear as I do in this time and place. Would you not agree this reflects a consummate level of skill? As to what I’d like you to know that you may not, I believe it’s that I too am susceptible to deep, moving emotions. I love, I laugh and I live, as few before me have. I harvest from a wellspring of deep feeling, and seek only to share the richness of those feelings with the one I love. So you see, in reality, I’m quite kind and generous, extremely affectionate and most respectful of the emotions of others.

LUCAS: Why the beach? You could meet her anywhere. –I know of some excellent private lounges if you are interested– Here, the sand, the seaweed, the desolation? What is it about this place that makes it the meeting spot for you and Kelsi?

DHM: (Lets out a low laugh and gestures around him) Ah, yes, the beach. Think of it – the endless cycling of sand and sea, the inevitable pull of gravity’s tides. The beach has such symbolism, such strength and power. And yet, the stark desolation often found here, the solitude and relativity of such a massive entity as the ocean mirror nicely the same traits of my kind, of the emotions that give rise to our existence and to the ever changing nature of our being. It’s also a rather nice analogy for the fruitless pursuit of man to harness that same power. And Kelsi rather likes it here. Such a shame she doesn’t see the parallels – she’s really rather hard to impress at times.

 

LUCAS: Lets talk about Kelsi for a minute. You have some power over her –Nicely done, by the way– You have managed to weave your way into her thoughts, and dreams at a time of her life where she was the most vulnerable.  Some would perceive this seduction to be cruel, how do you respond to that?

DHM: I am beside myself with sorrow over Kelsi’s unresolved needs and I wholeheartedly disavow such nonsense! How can it be cruel to give what one needs in order to move past such torrid, tragic loss? How can it be cruel to deny one’s self one’s deepest feelings? Are not all true emotions a balance of two strong states of mind? Is not love only truly felt when it is balanced by loathing? Is not joy only experienced against the reflection of despair? I seek only what is best for Kelsi – true illumination of the multitude of emotions. Poor thing, she never had a chance to understand this facet of existence before I met her.

LUCAS: Without giving too much away, Im going to ask a difficult question. There are rumors that Kelsi brought you to her. Could you exist physically without Kelsi, and just how far are you willing to go to obtain her?

DHM: Ah, how shall I reply? Truly you ask a significant question. Let me say only that Kelsi completes me, as I complete her. We are two halves of a whole and we can no more exist without another as the tides can exist without the pull of the moon. Yes, I’ve lived (pardon the expression) long before Kelsi was born, but did I truly live before I gathered her grief unto myself? Can I truly go on living without drawing from the exquisite panoply and depth of emotion that girl wields inside herself? Can any of us, of any species, truly give up the one thing that completes us and ensures we exist with the fullest meaning of the word? Can we? Can you? I think not. I will give up all the power I have gathered to bind myself to that sweet, tender girl. All of it, for a temporal life of true sensation and feeling. Though in reality, time has little or no meaning to my kind (laughs).

Infinite Potential by Barbara Garren

Entranced Publishing

February 24, 2014

Blurb: 

Kelsi always Knows when bad things are coming, but even she never thought she’d lose her husband at only twenty-three. Since he died, she’s been living her worst nightmare.

Her nights are filled with dreams of a Dark Haired Man, but her days are full of guilt, because the Man fills her with longing and confusion, promising to give her all she needs, all she wants, all she feared she’d never have again.

If only the dreams would stay in her head where they belong.

Kelsi starts seeing the Dark Haired Man in her waking life, shadowing her wherever she goes.  And when her mysterious new neighbor, Aiden Hardt, knows about the Man in her dreams, Kelsi worries she can’t trust her own mind.

Hes not what he seems.

But even Aiden’s cryptic words don’t frighten her as much as the way she feels around him. Kelsi must sort through her emotions and figure out what’s real before she can ever hope to have a normal life again.

About the Author

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Barbara was born and raised in Southern California, but left to explore the world courtesy of the U.S. Navy. After traveling the world, she forced herself to live a humble life in in San Francisco, New York and Norfolk, Virginia. She now calls San Diego home and you won’t pry her out with a crowbar.

She would be the first  to tell you her husband, Henry, is the inspiration for all the romance, and the real Charlie – who is as cute as he sounds in her books – is a terrorist. When not working for the U.S. Navy, she can be found running, reading or writing. She firmly believes a well rounded diet consists of coffee, scotch, chocolate, popcorn and Luna Bars. In that order.

She’s a graduate of CUNY and Penn State – and manages to write a decent line here and there despite those burdens.

Social Media Links

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https://www.facebook.com/NoFilterBetweenBrainandMouth

http://www.bgarrenwrites.com

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Cover Reveal: FATAL by T.A. Brock

I am so thrilled to be able to share this cover with you today!

FATAL by T.A. Brock is one of the TOP books on my TBR list for 2014! So without further ado, feast your eyes on FATAL!

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Isn’t it fantastic? I am loving the font, and I’m dying to peel back that hood and see our mystery guy! So for all you paranormal readers out there this is the book for you! ZOMBIES, & SACRIFICE & LOVE… oh my!

Still not convinced? Check out the synopsis below:

First love can be brutal. Sometimes it can be Fatal.

Grayson Patch hasn’t been human since he was seventeen years old… and that was nineteen years ago. When he rose from the dead, he had no memory of his former life. Grayson desperately wants to recapture his lost humanity. And he’s been told that there is one person in this world who can save him from his current fate before he begins to decompose. One person, whose life must be sacrificed for his.

Cori Abbott has a million things to worry about. She’s the new girl in a school that’s a fraction the size of her old one. Her antisocial tendencies are crippling her ability to make new friends. And then there’s the recent, sudden death of her father, the only man who ever understood her. The last thing Cori wants is the attention of a strange, withdrawn, and consistently angry guy who seems to hate her for no apparent reason. A guy she can’t stop thinking about.

Will Cori break through Grayson’s cold exterior and find the human within, the boy who can love and understand her like no other? Will Grayson sacrifice Cori to rid himself of his undead curse, even if it means losing her forever?

Author Bio:

T.A. Brock lives in Oklahoma, where Zombies do not thrive. When not immersed in the world of fantasy writing, she enjoys spending time with her big girl, baby boy, and hubs. Some of her favorite things are coffee (specifically with cream, sugar, and chocolate), music (especially something with a good beat), books (especially paranormal), and Tennis. She despises raw meat and therefore is exceedingly glad she’s human.

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Make me SWOON!

Happy Valentine’s Day! I thought to celebrate the day and each other, my amazing author buddies could leave a romantic/flirty/sexy line from your own personal book in the comments section below. One line that will bring me to my knees! C’mon let’s have fun!

Here’s mine:

Lucifer: “She didn’t have to pull me. I would have followed her anywhere.” 

C’mon fellow authors! Let’s spread the L*O*V*E! ❤

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Cupid’s Arrow

I pulled the bowstring back, feeling the tension as the flight of the arrow rested by my cheek. I had been watching the couple all afternoon. They had found themselves nestled in the woods, and I could not be happier for the solace of the trees. I knew I didn’t have much time, others would be coming, looking for them. I needed to hit my mark with accuracy the first time. There was no margin for error. I noticed how nervously she began brushing her hair behind her ear. Her eyes longing to lock with his, but lacking the courage. I watched the boy, too aloof to notice how she wanted him. One shot and she would be his. One shot and their entire world would change for good.

I couldn’t have them see me, but I needed to be closer to ensure my victory. I inched my foot further on the twisted branch that held me high in my hiding spot, afraid to allow a single breath to escape from my chest. It hurt my body to be so still. It felt as though my very blood was solidifying inside me. I had to hold on, just a moment longer. The joy would be worth the pain. He was almost in my view. Then my moment arrived.

I shot my arrow through the plump cherub’s heart, and watched as he fell from mid air to his doom.

They say love never dies.

They obviously never met me.

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Yes, I have imaginary friends and this is why it’s okay…

I have always been the person that plays by the rules, even if I don’t always agree with them.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a pushover, but I’ve spent so many years doing the right thing, that it feels so good to finally do something selfish. Something, unexpected. I’ll get to that in a minute…

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. When I was in the fourth grade I won first place in a creative writing contest. My story, “How the sky created stars”, hung outside the principal’s office for a month and I beamed every time I walked by.

When I was in eighth grade I was the class valedictorian. The best part being I got to write a speech, which meant I could at 14 read my words to adults, and they had to listen. I still remember the poetic metaphors I threw in… Oh they were terrible. I shudder at what I spoke into the microphone that night. The point is, even then I wanted that speech to sparkle.

I began to have a love affair with words. All through college I wrote poetry. It was dark stuff, but then again, college can be a dark place. I worked at Barnes and Noble in my early twenties and drooled over the “New Authors” section… fantasizing that one day it would be me. When I was dating my husband I spoke the first words of being published to him. Of course he told me I could do it. I mean, that’s what your significant other says to you, especially when you’re twenty-two and in love. You whisper your hopes and dreams to each other, and finding that they support you only fuels your passion.

Seven years ago, I had enough dreaming. It was time to write my novel. That’s when it happened, the imaginary friends that started emerging and hanging out with me long after the rest of the house had fallen under the spell of sleep. I had created characters out of thin air, and what’s crazy is that I knew a tremendous amount of details about them. Stuff that would never even make it onto the page, but that I needed to know. Like how one of my characters was overweight growing up, or how another one couldn’t swim. How one character had an abusive father, or how yet another  had suffered through a miscarriage. These weren’t meant to be written down, but they helped me understand who these characters were and why they would or would not react a certain way in any situation.

So I started writing, really writing. Pouring-my-soul-onto-the-page-and-feeling-what-it-truly-meant-to-be-vulnerable kind of writing. I wrote safely, meaning, I held back on my swearing, kept the manuscript very PC and only alluded to sex. I couldn’t write the way “real” authors write because I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t Anne Rice or Stephen King who had the ability to take risks. Nope. I had to play it safe.

Playing it safe sucks. Turns out, playing it safe makes for a really boring read. I had written two full length novels, and started seven more. They all had similar themes, but I couldn’t see it. I was too busy talking to the voices in my head, which if you are a writer is okay, not even something to question. They kept me company, and even flirted with the idea of changing a scene here or there. Of course I listened.

A few of my friends had read my work, and when I asked them if they had a favorite character it always surprised me that they chose the humans over my paranormal creatures. I distinctly remember a conversation I had with my best friend:

Friend: “I really like “A”. I can relate to him. I’m pulling for him.

Me: “But what about Lucas?”

Friend: “The devil? He’s alright.”

Me: “He’s my favorite.”

Friend: “Yeah, he would be.”

I couldn’t understand why she didn’t love him the way I did. Then it hit me. I didn’t give him a chance to speak. I kept him in the shadows, watching, waiting. He had a voice… a rather distinct voice, and he needed to be heard.

So now for the selfish part.

I wrote a story, just for me. I didn’t care what other people thought. I wrote the devil I always wanted to read. One with no moral compass. The type of disregard for society that could come across as appalling, and finally a lust for flesh that needed to be satiated. If it was lust that was his pleasure, normal human girls wouldn’t do. I needed to create a counter part that would soothe the beast. So I wrote Taming Darkness. I wrote without fear, or concern with what others thought. I wrote for me, because this character belonged to me.

When I stopped worrying what others would say or think (or that I was even capable of writing  an erotic scene), the book fell into place, and quite quickly too. This character became an extension of me. It became a way for me to dive deep into the dark side I always knew I had and relish in the fact that sometimes it’s okay to play with fire.

So, to all the writer’s out there who drive to work with their imaginary friends as the only passenger. To the one’s  who don’t actually shower alone, because they are too busy writing a scene and that shower stall suddenly is crowded with drama…  My advice is listen to them. Really listen, and don’t be afraid to take risks. Write the story that you want to read.

Be bold. Be daring. Be yourself.

The results may just be that #1 best seller 😉

Love & Light!

~Kat

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Taming Darkness Cover Reveal

I just love a fellow angel author Georgeann Swiger’s thoughts on Taming Darkness. AND she used all THREE of my main characters names. HUZZAH!!!!!

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The day has finally arrived and I am beyond thrilled to share the cover for my novel, Taming Darkness, with you all! For those of you who are familiar with my story, I think that we can agree that this cover truly sets the tone. It’s dark, mysterious, sexy and alluring. All the things that my main character, Lucas Starr, is made of.

So without further ado….

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I love the city skyline and how we are looking down on the city as my main character would. The necklace is obviously the main attraction of this cover, as it is in the book, but you’ll have to read it to find out why!

Here is an excerpt to hold you over for the next month. I hope you enjoy it!

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There are many places that I have called home over my lifetime. I have rooms in every corner of the globe. Yet, I have such a fondness for Manhattan that I made a penthouse on the Upper East Side one of my more permanent lairs. I acquired the building during the stock market crash of 1929. Amazing what people are willing to give up when they are in a state of panic. Although the entire building is mine, I prefer to spend my time at the top, watching the city, keeping a close eye on humanity.

This particular evening, I was host to a party, an impromptu event in which many of my minions had brought with them a human counterpart to tempt and indulge. All around me, the weak were lost in laughter, swimming in the sensation of sin as they turn a blind eye on their conscience. Bodies were draped over chaise lounges with veins full of heroin, brains closed to common sense. Girls danced for men with dollars while greedy hands in the corner bet their house over a card game. In the back rooms, people fucked like dogs, cheating on their spouses, and snorting lines of cocaine off of the bodies of the camouflaged demons that would later chain them to the beds. The air was thick with smoke and fragrant with booze. It was a typical Saturday night.

I sat cast in shadows, a king on my throne, observing the jesters that provided my entertainment. Sometimes, human behavior fascinated me. But mostly, I was watching Lilith. She was sitting on top of the bar, with no less than a dozen suitors at her feet. Leave it to Lilith to break my one guest rule. Red leather high-heeled boots ran up her legs, black hot pants revealed too much flesh, and a red halter top tied her up in one neat package. Her skin might as well have been white marble, with lips red as roses begging to be kissed. Lavish, flaming red hair spilled over her breasts, hitting her hips in thunderous waves. She was the vision of a ripe, delicious, cherry waiting to be plucked. One of my favorite features was her eyes. They were always changing color, alternating between green and yellow. What was even more fascinating was that she could spin them at will, hypnotizing any man that needed to be soothed.

The primitive beings before her fought hard to serve, hoping for a fraction of consideration, but her eyes were on me. They always were. Hopping off of the bar, she walked toward me, her body swaying in a seductive rhythm, her hips demanding my attention. She offered me a half empty glass of bourbon, and made herself comfortable in my lap. Stretching out like a cat, she lay against my chest and raised a lazy hand beneath my chin, tracing my chiseled jaw with her finger. Had it been a normal night, I would have enjoyed her this way, but I knew it wasn’t for me. It was all part of the act for her fans, whose hungry eyes longed for her, with tongues hanging and dicks waving.

I pulled her hair out of my face, rested it on her shoulder, and took a generous gulp of the bourbon. “Rough day at work, dear?” I asked while eyeing the strings of her shirt knotted at her neck. It didn’t seem to be tied very tight, and I was tempted to pull it apart.

“If only it were. You know I like it rough.” She purred in my lap. “May I ask what the great Lucifer has been up to? I haven’t seen you around lately.”

I handed her the glass and revealed my secret. “I found a new toy.”

“Oh? I’m in need of a new toy.” She took a drink from the glass and licked her lips before laying her head against my shoulder. “I keep breaking all of mine.” She gestured toward the bar, where the men were begging for her return. Her fingers unbuttoned my two top buttons. She slipped her hand inside and ran her fingers over my pecs. She was warm, like me.
“I’m not sharing this one,” I declared.

“You never do,” she said, pulling her hand back a tad more defiant than I would have liked. Sitting up and slamming back the bourbon, she leaped from my lap, taking a step back toward her fans.

“Lilith…I think I might keep this one for a while. This soul may be a bit harder to acquire.”

She turned and looked at me for a moment, contemplating my intent. “I never interfere with your work, just as long as it doesn’t interfere with me.”

“Go have fun. Work up an appetite, and when you get hungry, come back to me.”

She leaned down and placed a firm hand on each armrest, looking into my eyes with her wild, animal instincts. She kissed me fiercely, and added, “I always do.”

“One more thing,” I said grabbing her wrist and kissing the inside of it before she fled toward her toys. “That blonde with the great hair, but bad teeth…”

Lilith turned a lazy head and noted who I referred to. “Do you want him?” she offered.

“I want his watch,” I said, my eyes locked on the Rolex that was in all likelihood a family heirloom.

Lilith laughed. “Is that all? Consider it yours.” Then she made her way back to the crowd to break a few hearts, and perhaps a few necks as well.

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You can add Taming Darkness to your Goodreads list here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18779536-taming-darkness

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February 4, 2014 · 3:24 pm