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Saturday, May 18, 2013
First view of Vampire Shauna...
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Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tasty Book Tours ~ Spotlight on Never Say Never by Aimee Duffy & Amazon Giftcard Giveaway
When pretend turns to desire,
heartbreak is unavoidable.
Sander Chase needs a date for his
ex-fiancée's engagement party, but he doesn't have time for a woman in his
life. Between working on the TV show Do You Have What It Takes? and
his band reforming, he's too busy for a relationship. What he needs is a
pretend girlfriend. He thinks he may have found the perfect woman for the job,
and the bribe he offers means she's sure to accept.
After losing her job in the film
industry, breaking up with her movie star boyfriend, and finding out her mum
has dementia, Chloe Butler returned to the UK determined to put her life back
together. The last thing she needs is to parade around London on the arm of a
celebrity, and after the heartbreak caused by her ex, she swore she'd never
again date a star. But when Sander offers her a chance at her dream job, it's
not something she can turn down.
As Chloe gets to know Sander she
learns he's nothing like her scumbag ex. But she struggles to fight her
attraction to him, knowing their relationship is only for show and their
separation date is closing in fast.
Ignoring the insane chemistry
between them should be easy for Sander, especially since he carries a secret
that means there can be no future for them, but the more time he spends with
Chloe, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself.
Content Warning: contains more
denial than you'll find in a courtroom, more sexual tension than most people
could handle, and explosive sex that some readers may find long overdue.
Excerpt
Chloe Butler’s mouth dropped open.
She struggled to remember how to close it as she stared at the man with the
expectant expression on his avenging angel face. She couldn’t have heard him
right. Sander Chase would never ask someone like her out on a date.
“Excuse me?”
He flashed his Hollywood smile.
“Come on. Don’t make a guy ask twice.”
Nope, she’d not misheard him, nor
had she gone mad. Months of serving him coffee and this was the first time he’d
shown any kind of interest in her.
“I’m sorry.” She retreated a few
steps. She couldn’t date a celebrity, not after what happened the last time.
She was just beginning to get her life back together. Not to mention the fact
her mum needed her around more than ever. “I can’t. Thank you for the offer.”
Chloe tried to smile politely, but
it was harder than usual. She turned to head back to the counter to get on with
her work. If her boss Richard caught her talking to a celebrity, he’d get the
wrong idea and hand her a P45 before she could explain. After all, the coffee
shop was a classy place. Not even the press were allowed in.
A large, warm hand ensnared her
wrist and drew her to a halt. Electrified jolts shot up her arm from the
contact.
“Can’t or don’t want to?”
She turned back to Sander and saw
his brow was raised and amusement glittered in his baby blue eyes. Pushy,
wasn’t he?
“Don’t want to,” she replied,
determined not to give him any hope.
Can’t left wiggle room, and there was
definitely no wiggle room. She’d sworn off men after the last one had taken her
for a mug.
Her reply seemed to please him. His
grin grew huge and her heart sped. She frowned at the reaction and put it down
to the stress of the situation. After all, as far as she was concerned, her
libido was extinct.
“That’s perfect.”
Was he mad? From her experience, celebrities could be a little…odd. But
she’d never met a full-blown lunatic before. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you
mean.”
Why wasn’t she backing away? Better
yet, why wasn’t she demanding he let go of her arm? She darted a glance around
the coffee shop. Most of the customers’ attention was on their morning papers.
“I don’t need a date. I need a
pretend one.”
Hmm, definitely time to call the men
in white jackets. Sander had clearly lost his marbles. “I really have to get
back to work.”
She couldn’t believe a man who’d
been in one of the best male vocal pop groups of all time had lost his mind. Or
maybe that’s what the pressure of it did to him. She vaguely recalled the
rumors surrounding their split, but hadn’t paid much attention to the
international news. At the time she’d been in LA and stupidly in love with a
jerk.
Sander released her arm and sighed.
“I’m not saying this right, am I?”
He raked a large hand through his
golden hair and blew out a breath. She smiled at his exasperation, but still
didn’t move away. Chloe shook her head in answer to his question.
“My manager called today.” Sander
waved his hand to urge her closer. She obeyed. “He wants to get the group back
together.” His hot breath caressed her neck and she shivered. The smell of
espresso mingled with his spicy aftershave resurrected those bloody extinct
hormones. “One of his conditions is that I attend Paul’s engagement party next
Friday to show the world I’m over our…fallout.”
Buy Links
Beachwalk Press: http://beachwalkpress.com/never-say-never/
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Barnes & Noble
(Coming Soon)
Author Info
About me (snooze—can you tell I hate
the me stuff? Lol)
For as long as I can remember, I've
had a good book in my hands. In primary school I loved Roald Dahl. In high
school my English teacher introduced me to Charles Dickens, Stephen King, Jane
Austin, Emily Bronte, and Shakespeare. It was then that I discovered my love
for romance and I've wanted to pen my own imaginary heroes and heroines for
others to enjoy ever since. Only in the last few years was I lucky enough to
meet some fabulous and encouraging people to help me gain the skills to make
that dream possible.
I live in sunny Scotland in a small
town near the Ochils and work nine to five in a solicitors office. In my free
time, you'll find me on Facebook, stalking *cough* following friends on
Twitter, and may even catch me shoe shopping.
Feel free to follow me on:
Twitter https://twitter.com/AimeeDuffyx
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Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Tasty Book Tours ~ Release Day Blast for Geoducks are for Lovers by Daisy Prescott
Gil Morrow, former grunge
musician turned history professor, joins them as Selah’s date for the weekend.
After coming face to face with the one who got away, he decides he's waited
long enough to get the girl. With the support of old friends, a few wishing
rocks, the world’s largest burrowing clam, and a hot lumberjack thrown into the
mix, Gil reminds Maggie that forty-something isn’t too old for second chances.
Can we learn to love the life
we have and let go of who we expected to be? What happens when the generation
from The Breakfast Club and Reality Bites meets The Big Chill? Come spend a
weekend with these Generation X-ers as they share laughter, tears, life’s ups
and downs, old stories, and new beginnings.
Excerpt
“We’ll see
how the night goes.”
“Is that a challenge, Maggie May?”
Gil leans forward and catches her eye, then puts his hand on her leg above her
knee, and squeezes.
The heat of his hand warms her and
her muscles clench.
“Maybe.”
Gil licks the corner of his mouth.
“Good to know.” Leaning back, he keeps his hand on her thigh.
Mentally, Maggie fans herself. The
fire in front of her isn’t the only one she’s playing with tonight.
Quinn and Ryan eventually make their
way out to join the group on the beach, carrying the s’mores supplies along
with metal skewers from the kitchen.
“I can’t believe I’m offering this
after the meat feast, but who wants dessert?” Ryan gestures the platter of
goodies.
“I’ll never turn down chocolate or
Nutella.” Selah gets up to grab a skewer and marshmallow.
“I need to taste Maggie’s Nutella
s’more,” Gil says, squeezing her leg. “Mind making me one?”
“If I can stand, sure.” She pushes
off the sand, using Gil’s leg to prop herself up.
“Charred or not charred?” She waves
a marshmallow in front of Gil.
“Charred, of course.” He grins.
“Heathen,” she teases and sticks the
marshmallow directly into the flames. Pulling the flaming ball of goo out of
the fire, she blows on it before handing the skewer to Gil. ‘Hold this, and no
eating it.”
Carefully
grabbing a graham crack, she smears on a dollop of Nutella, and then places the
charred marshmallow on top before adding another cracker.
She licks a big dollop of Nutella
off the side, getting some of the warm chocolate on the corner of her mouth.
“Here.” She hands him the sticky
mess, noticing that Gil shifts his legs and squirms.
“You missed a spot.” He gestures to
her lips before biting the s’more.
Maggie licks her lips, trying to get
off the Nutella. She glances at Gil, who closes his eyes and moans.
“Good?”
“Mmmm…. Hhmmmm… mmmmm” is all that
comes out of him. Still with his eyes closed he reaches up to swipe off the
Nutella from chin with his thumb. It’s Maggie’s turn to quietly moan as she
watches him lick his thumb.
“Food porn as foreplay?” Quinn asks
as he sticks his own marshmallow into the flames next to Maggie.
“What?” She asks, completely unaware
of where she is.
“You have it so bad.” Selah chimes
in from behind her. “Move out of the way or toast another marshmallow.” She
bumps Maggie with her hip.
“More,” Gil says, opening one eye as
he pops the last of the s’more into his mouth.
“Best s’more ever?” Maggie asks,
grabbing another marshmallow.
“Best ever.” Gil winks. “More.”
“Greedy.” She chars another
marshmallow.
The rest of the gang is likewise
toasting and moaning over their creations.
“Where was this when I used to smoke
pot?” Quinn asks.
“I’m grateful Nutella wasn’t around
in college. I’d be as big as a house,” Jo says, eating a perfectly toasted but
not charred marshmallow.
Maggie hands Gil another s’more,
which he snatches from her like a starving man.
“You okay there, big guy? Can I make
one for myself now?”
Gil gives her a stink eye but nods
his head, his mouth too full to respond verbally.
Maggie sits back down next to Gil
with her own s’more. She takes a bite, closes her eyes and moans. She can’t
help herself.
When she opens her eyes, she catches
Gil licking the s’more right before biting it.
“What the hell?” She tries to save
her s’more from his greedy mouth, but he is too quick.
“It was dripping and going to land
on your shirt. I was trying to be a gentleman and protect your clothing.”
Maggie stares at him.
“Not buying it?”
“No.” She licks her lips where the
melted marshmallow makes them sticky. She watches Gil staring at her lips.
“Can I help you with that?” He
offers, his eyes flicking to her mouth, then back up to her eyes.
“I think I’ve got it.”
“I’m not sure about that.” He
reaches out his index finger, swipes under her bottom lip, and shows her the
chocolate.
Before writing full time, Daisy
Prescott worked in the world of art, auctions, antiques, and home decor. She
earned her degree in Art History and endured a brief stint as a film theory
graduate student. Baker, art educator, antiques dealer, blue ribbon pie maker,
blogger, content wrangler, freelance writer, fangirl, gardener, wife, and pet
mom are a few of the other titles she’s acquired over the years.
Born and raised in San Diego,
Daisy and her husband (aka SO) currently live in a real life Stars Hollow in
the Boston suburbs with their dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat. Geoducks
Are for Lovers is her debut novel. She is busy researching her second novel.
Author Links
daisyprescott.com
@daisy_prescott (Twitter)
https://www.facebook.com/DaisyPrescottAuthor"
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Monday, May 13, 2013
Bewitching Book Tours ~ Spotlight on Love is Darkness by Caroline Hanson
Love is Darkness
The Valerie Dearborn Trilogy, Book 1
Caroline
Hanson
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Host of the Hills
ISBN: 9781465819901
ASIN: B005JMJ046
Number of pages: 322
Word Count: 90,000
Cover Artist: Phat Puppy Art
Valerie Dearborn wants a cotton candy life, but
it’s more like a puffer fish: pointy, unusual, and—if not prepared exactly
right—deadly.
In London for graduate school, Val knows she's finally free. Her father and ex-almost-boyfriend are back in California and she's out of the Vampire hunting biz for good. Or is she?
She draws the attention of Lucas, a 1600 year old Vampire, and King to his kind. He’s also wicked hot. As golden as Lucifer, and just as tempting, he makes Valerie an offer she can't refuse— help him find out if the Others (Empaths, Fey and Werewolves) still exist or he'll stop protecting those she loves.
Lucas tells her that Empaths were a Vampire’s biggest weakness before going extinct hundreds of years ago. While the Fey or a Werewolf might kill a Vampire, an Empath could enslave them, seducing or harming with emotions at will. The one detail he leaves out? Valerie is an Empath.
And after 1600 years of an emotionless existence, Lucas wants Valerie like a recovering alcoholic wants a wine cooler.
Can she keep those she loves alive, stop Lucas from munching on her, survive a fanged revolution and still find a way to have that boring, normal life she’s always wanted? Probably not, but boy is she gonna try!
This is a full length novel and contains adult content.
In London for graduate school, Val knows she's finally free. Her father and ex-almost-boyfriend are back in California and she's out of the Vampire hunting biz for good. Or is she?
She draws the attention of Lucas, a 1600 year old Vampire, and King to his kind. He’s also wicked hot. As golden as Lucifer, and just as tempting, he makes Valerie an offer she can't refuse— help him find out if the Others (Empaths, Fey and Werewolves) still exist or he'll stop protecting those she loves.
Lucas tells her that Empaths were a Vampire’s biggest weakness before going extinct hundreds of years ago. While the Fey or a Werewolf might kill a Vampire, an Empath could enslave them, seducing or harming with emotions at will. The one detail he leaves out? Valerie is an Empath.
And after 1600 years of an emotionless existence, Lucas wants Valerie like a recovering alcoholic wants a wine cooler.
Can she keep those she loves alive, stop Lucas from munching on her, survive a fanged revolution and still find a way to have that boring, normal life she’s always wanted? Probably not, but boy is she gonna try!
This is a full length novel and contains adult content.
Excerpt:
Decision
made, Lucas grabbed Roberto, biting into his neck before Roberto could defend
himself. Blood coursed into him with a hot rush. The taste was bitter because
it came from another vampire, but underneath that was a faint sweetness and
spice that infected him.
Just a taste and then I’ll
stop.
He
knew that for a lie. He’d stop only when the blood finished riding him.
Lucas
drank furiously, like he’d just emerged from the desert, some unknown amount of
time passing before he became aware of himself and his surroundings. Gathering
himself, he forced himself to slow his drinking, feeling a physical pain as he
released fangs from flesh.
He
threw Roberto from him and Roberto scrambled away, his hand at his neck,
holding the torn flesh together.
Lucas
paced away from Roberto, hand over his mouth. What am I doing? His hand was frozen, blood coating his lips and
now his fingers. He wanted to lick his lips, suck his fingers clean, go back to
Roberto and find more. What a mistake.
His
hand trembled, in moments he'd be overwhelmed.
His
whole body pulsed in time to his heart, the blood snaking through him, leaving
each nerve, blood vessel and cell altered and waiting for the magic to strike.
He
was a rod in a lightning storm.
Was
there even time to dispose of Roberto before he succumbed to the blood? He had
to kill him, couldn't risk anyone finding out about the daughter.
The daughter.
Swiftly,
he went back to Roberto, circling behind the crying man, hiding death for a few
moments longer. With one solid blow his fist punched through Roberto’s back and
into his chest, gripped the man’s heart in his hand and tugged it free, Roberto
dissolving into ash.
Lucas
felt caged, the need to move, run, cry, laugh and hurt all vying in him for
control.
No.
He
could control himself. After almost two thousand years he was his own master.
He was the oldest and the strongest. Lucas was his own law.
His
hands clenched.
Emotion
touched him like a cattle prod and he fell to his knees, dead heart pounding in
a staccato rhythm. His hand rose to his chest like he could catch the sharp
pain knifing from his heart outwards.
Then
it was gone. For just a second he thought that was it, that over the last four
hundred years he’d become so deadened and powerful that the magic touched him,
sputtered and died.
Then
there was a pulse.
It’s not over.
A
small kiss of sensation that was almost visible, like heat shimmering off
asphalt, tickled down his spine.
This was a fatal mistake.
Emotion
crashed over him. Feelings of joy filling him until he wanted to laugh like
Roberto had, laugh like he was happy, carefree and mortal. But he couldn't
remember how to laugh, a rough sound erupting from him instead.
The
feeling changed, became a heavy pulse that left a deep throb in his sex. He was
suddenly hard, full to bursting, aching painfully. Desire gripped him and he
began to tremble in his need to—
No.
But
the blood twisted through him, invaded every cell and molecule of his being,
urging him onwards.
He'd
forgotten this power. The tide of emotion that even a small amount of blood had
upon him.
He'd
known and forgotten.
Lucas
remembered being a man, the pleasure taken and given. He could almost smell
feminine heat around him, what it was like to feel a woman's thighs lock around
his head in pleasure. The whimpering cries as he kissed her deeply. Once he'd
become a vampire, sensations and feelings had become muted, but not now. Now he
felt human again.
Desire
became a fire within him, consumed him so that he was nothing but need. He fell
to his knees, staring at his fisted hands. He swore, surprised to find his own
hand gripping his cock. His hips rose jerkily, body demanding release even as
his mind resisted.
And
lost.
His
whole body seized, feelings of pleasure twisting within him, the power
rebounding. He shouldn't fight it, he knew that, but it went against his nature
to give in, and so he tried to hold out against the blood's call.
His
breath sawed out of him as he remembered the blood's rich sweetness. He
squeezed himself reflexively, the memory of flavor flashing through his mind
and then his body.
Like
a landslide, the orgasm swept through him, his mental shields collapsing and he
felt the heavy spasm of his cock as he came. He breathed heavily, unable to
move as the aftershocks of pleasure gripped and released him.
An empath.
Stumbling
to his feet, Lucas went to his rooms, discarding his clothes haphazardly on his
way to the shower.
His
mind raced and he remembered the world as it had been centuries ago. An uneasy
balance of vampires, witches, werewolves, empaths and Fey. For centuries there
had only been vampires, the Others gone. But an empath had escaped. Maybe the
vampires were not as alone as he’d thought. Maybe the Others were scattered or
hiding. What if they could come back? Restore a balance to the world and keep
vampires under control. Could he find them? Did he want to?
The
thought was… intriguing.
And
then he remembered the dead empath had a daughter.
Interesting.
About the Author:
Caroline Hanson
grew up in California and moved to London in order to dance and go to pubs.
Adulthood ensued and she returned to California, bringing back her very own
Englishman.
After becoming an attorney she had two children and now tries to parent, read, write and play tennis. She's heard rumors that other mothers clean and cook but is trying valiantly to keep those rumors from reaching her family.
Caroline grew up listening to Brit pop and reading about vampires. As a teenager her favorite authors were Anne Rice and Jude Deveraux. Now she loves Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Patricia Briggs, Laura Kinsale, Lisa Kleypas, Loretta Chase, Nalini Singh and JR Ward--that's the short list.
In terms of TV she's big into Game of Thrones, anything by Mr. Whedon, Ms. Plec or Ms. Rhimes because she likes a love story-- the more messed up and disastrous the better!
Her books have been on various Bestseller lists and she loves to hear from fans so long as they understand that Lucas is not real, she can't hook them up, and he CERTAINLY isn't chained to her bed.
After becoming an attorney she had two children and now tries to parent, read, write and play tennis. She's heard rumors that other mothers clean and cook but is trying valiantly to keep those rumors from reaching her family.
Caroline grew up listening to Brit pop and reading about vampires. As a teenager her favorite authors were Anne Rice and Jude Deveraux. Now she loves Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Patricia Briggs, Laura Kinsale, Lisa Kleypas, Loretta Chase, Nalini Singh and JR Ward--that's the short list.
In terms of TV she's big into Game of Thrones, anything by Mr. Whedon, Ms. Plec or Ms. Rhimes because she likes a love story-- the more messed up and disastrous the better!
Her books have been on various Bestseller lists and she loves to hear from fans so long as they understand that Lucas is not real, she can't hook them up, and he CERTAINLY isn't chained to her bed.
Website: http://carolinehanson.blogspot.com/
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/carolinehanson
Twitter:
Caroline_Hanson
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Sunday, May 12, 2013
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Wunder isn’t your average girl, in fact, she isn’t even an average human. In a world ravaged by Zombies, she was born amidst the chaos.
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Friday, May 10, 2013
Guest Author Series ~ Interview with Penelope Reece
Today, I have the pleasure of welcoming new author Penelope Reece to PRaB. We're going to find out more about the author and her novels, Phantasma and Sing for Me.
Interview
Where
are you from? Tell us a little about yourself.
I was born and raised a Hoosier. That refers to Indiana if some of you are
wondering. I grew up in a small town in Southern Indiana where I spent the
first twenty-five years of my life before moving to South Korea to teach
English. And boy oh boy, South Korea is a whole other world compared to the
small town of Hanover. You haven’t lived until you’ve moved to another country
where everyone speaks to you in a language you were too lazy to master.
It was there that I met and married my husband of three years. My husband
wasn’t as lazy as I was and had learned English in school. However, his mother
had not. There isn’t anything worse than a mother-in-law who yells at you in a
language you can’t understand. But, I love her anyway.
Back in 2012 we moved back to Indiana and bought a house two hours away
from my hometown. There isn’t that much more to tell. What free time I have, I
spend reading, or writing. My lifestyle keeps me pretty reclusive.
What made you want to be an author?
One day my mother let me play on her
old typewriter and as soon as my fingers smacked those buttons I was off and
running. I wrote fantasy novels about fairies and humans. I believe my first
story, mind you I was probably eleven or twelve at the time, was called Into the Land of the Shamrocks. It was
never finished and I still have it… somewhere.
If you want to know when I decided, “This is it! Writing is
for me,” that didn’t happen until my senior year of high school when I signed
up for creative writing. It was that class that swayed me from a dream of
living with the gorillas like Jane Goodall, to sharing my daydreams with other
people.
What do you like best about being a writer? What do
you like the least?
The best part of being a writer would be that one fleeting moment when the idea first
strikes. There is no greater feeling than getting that first flash of a
scene/character and realizing this is it! That’s my story!
Afterward
comes the fun part of sitting for hours at a time daydreaming, playing it all
out in my head. Of course in those first few days, I let the story go wherever
my mind takes it, usually to places and situations that never make it to paper.
I want to draw the reader in, not send her screaming for the exit.
The part I hate, is always trying to fill in those darn plot holes! I
always end up with tons, and it’s always a pain in the butt trying to fix them.
If you don’t believe me, just ask my husband. He’s the one who always has to
pull me out of them.
Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline
your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?
I keep
telling myself to stop being a panster. I hate writing like that. It’s such a
stressful process, especially when I’m almost finished writing and realize there are so many gaping holes in my
story that I need to go back and fill in order for my “on the spot” story to
make sense. I hate it. My husband hates it. And we both end up in an annoying
argument over it because I always make him be the one to fix everything.
What I’m trying to say is I am a panster who would rather be a plotter.
What influences your writing? And why?
Everything. Movies, other books, whatever author I am reading at the time. There are quite a lot of books, actually. I could probably list every single
book I’ve ever read because I can’t with confidence say that I haven’t taken
something of value from each. I love books, that’s all there is to it. I love
literature. My favorite book is The
Scarlet Pimpernel. I love Jane Austen, Robert Jordan, Stephen King, Terry
Brooks, Alice Hoffman. I even love those sappy romance novels. Once I
established my love for reading, I wanted to read everything. Of course all we
had in the house were historical romances (you know the ones with Fabio on the
cover). I think that’s why I love romance novels the most, because I grew up
reading them.
When I was little, I hated reading. I even fell behind in
second grade because I just thought it was boring, I guess. Then in fourth grade,
I won at bingo. On the prize table lay an old book by the name of Shadow Castle. I don’t know why I chose
it. It wasn’t like I’d win a Pizza Hut pizza for reading it (That was the only
reason I read anything – to win that personal pan pizza). But it was a lot
better than winning a pencil. So, I chose it and read it, and from that moment
on I loved books. I loved the story and daydreamed about it for weeks, months,
well… I still dream about it. It was the story that made me love stories.
I’ve since read that book so many times that I’ve had to tape
the pages because they were falling out. In a way you could say this was the
book that started it all. This was the biggest inspiration in my life. It
opened a whole world up to me, a world of fantasy. And one day, I hope to read
it to my children. Perhaps it will become their doorway into the land of books
as it was for me.
Name one thing readers don’t know about you.
Penelope Reece is
my penname. What’s my real name? The world may never know J
Are love scenes easy/difficult for you to write?
I grew up reading my mother’s romance novels, so you’d think I’d have no
trouble writing them. But I do! Boy do I ever. My first problem is that I’m
afraid I’ll ruin the scene and second when things start to get steamy, my face
starts to burn and I sit there writing with this embarrassed smile on my face.
Sometimes, I just burst out into girlish giggles. Sometimes I can be so
immature.
Do you have another career besides writing? What is
it?
Well I do a lot of tutoring via webcam. When I returned to the States, a
few of my students wanted me to continue to teach them. And when I am not doing
that, I’m spending the rest of my time reading and writing while neglecting my housewifely
duties.
What hobbies do you enjoy when not writing?
Besides reading, I enjoy catching up on my favorite TV shows such as Game of Thrones, and Parks and Recreation. Having lived in Korea, I love watching
Korean dramas and movies as well. I also dabble in crochet. And of course,
while I am writing, I listen to music. As I wrote Phantasma, I listened to a lot of Paloma Faith and Stevie Nicks.
If you could be any supernatural creature, what
would it be and why?
I’d be a witch, because as my brother grouchily insists, I already am.
Seriously though, I love the romance of it. The idea of being the daughter of Mother
Nature. Of being green. I used to pretend (when I was a child, I so don’t do
that now) I could speak to the trees and to animals. It would just be really
neat to have power, to make potions, and to be the earth’s protector. And who
wouldn’t want to have a familiar? I even have a black cat, but he lives with my
mom…
If you had one
take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?
Review your
grammar and no matter what always finish what you start!
Do you have any future project that we can look for?
I’m working on a lot, actually. There are many WIPs sitting on the back
burner boiling over in their attempt to catch my attention. However, at this
moment, I am working on the revising/editing of my first WIP called Hallowed End. It’s a story about witches
with a Celtic twist. The other story has yet to get a name, but it loosely (at
the moment) deals with the Akashic Records.
Tell us more about Phantasma.
Well Phantasma, as the name
suggests, is about spirits/phantoms (not in the ghostly sense but more like your
spirit has gone a wandering). Think astral projection. Think Charmed. Think Insidious. Now keep thinking.
Do you have an excerpt for us?
Something was sitting on my
chest! The weight of its body pressed me down into the mattress, forcing the
air out of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. My heart thumped
wildly, banging against my constricted rib cage. Terror ran its icy fingers up
my spine. My body tingled, but remained frozen in place. My head spun as it
fought for control.
Opening my eyes to the
darkness, I saw her. One leg lying bent in front of her, while she held the
knee of the other against her chest. She leaned forward and, with her butt
grinding into my sternum, rested her foot above my shoulder. Red eyes glowered
at me, a fire burning within their depths.
“Give it back,” she rasped.
I tried to speak and couldn’t. “It’s my body!”
I blinked; her face was now
a breath away from mine. Her cherry blonde bangs tickled my eyes. Our eyes. She
was me. But I wasn’t her.
“It doesn’t belong to you.
It never did. Now give it back!” Her hands gripped my throat, squeezing.
Where can readers find more about your stories,
books and you on the Internet?
Buy
links for your book(s)
Phantasma
Sing for Me
Before
you leave, let’s do a fast five:
Angels or Demons?
Angel… no demons! No, wait! Ahhh. How about both? Wait I got it! Demons are
really just fallen angels. Take Lucifer, for example. So, my answer is angels.
Vampires or werewolves?
Vampires!
Coffee or Chocolate?
Chocolate
Early Morning or Late Night?
Early Morning
E-book or Paperback?
Paperback
Thank you for joining us today. I wish you much
success on your writing career.
Thank you for
hosting me!
Title: Phantasma
Author: Penelope ReeceGenre: YA Paranormal RomancePublication: Feb 18, 2013Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Phantasma-ebook/dp/B00BHRLU7M/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-xt&ie=UTF8&qid=1361297162&sr=1-2&keywords=Phantasma
Book Blurb:
Alphie Brewster attends school, has friends, and a loving family. She’s even taken an interest in the hot new neighbor. It’s the normal life of your average eighteen-year-old. There’s only one problem. Alphie isn’t normal. She’s anything but. You see, Alphie’s got this problem. She’s always tired, is plagued with vivid nightmares, and can’t remember her past.After Alphie stumbles upon a necklace that once belonged to her grandfather, and unintentionally opens a portal that sends a ghostly figure hurtling out at her from her bedroom mirror, she finds herself faced with another problem. A six foot four inch tall eccentric spook, named Noer, who fills her with fire while draining her energy as if she were a Duracell Battery.With Noer constantly making her go all weak in the knees, Alphie wants nothing more than to be rid of both him and the necklace. Especially, since the sexy neighbor, Cary, has taken a fancy to her. And that’s not all. With both spook and Cary fighting for her attentions, Alphie starts to remember things. Things that she wished would stay buried. Then Alphie visits Noer’s home in Limbo, and things start to get even weirder.If that all isn’t complicated enough, a vicious stranger comes looking for the necklace. And this stranger will do anything to get it. Within this chaos, will Alphie be able to come to terms with her past in order to save her family? Or will she become just another lost soul without a body?
Createspace:https://www.createspace.com/4128925Title: Sing for Me
Author: Penelope Reece
Blurb:
CHLOE HASKELL, a university student and runaway diva, is determined to never sing again. After escaping a life in the spot light, she wants only to have a normal life. But when an old flame comes to town, Chloe must decide if she’s willing to forget the past in order to fall in love with the man who broke her heart.RHYS RYTHER, a Broadway composer, has been hired as a substitute professor at the university. There, he’s surprised to learn that his ex girlfriend, the girl he left without an explanation, is a student at the same university. What's even more surprising is that he still has feelings her.When Chloe unintentionally gets cast in the school’s production of The Phantom of the Opera,unexplained events start to happen. She sees shadows everywhere. A ghost haunts her dreams. And someone is watching her. But is it all in her mind or has a dead man come back to claim her?
As Chloe and Rhys get closer, he learns that she’s been keeping a secret. It’s a secret so dark that could very well tear them apart. And when the impossible happens, can Rhys overcome Chloe’s dark past in order to save her from an even darker future?
Links:Amazon:Paperback:
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Sing-for-Me-ebook/dp/B00AZRHQ28/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358645782&sr=1-1&keywords=Sing+for+Me
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Sing-Me-Penelope-Reece/dp/1481961705/ref=sr_tc_2_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358645871&sr=1-2-ent
Penelope Reece, Penn for short (b. 1984), is an author living in Central Indiana with her husband of two years and her tiny pomeranian Kodi.
She graduated from Indiana University in 2008 with a bachelor's degree in English. She then went on to spend nearly three years in South Korea where she taught English in a private academy. It was here that she met and married her husband in June of 2010.
They recently moved back to the States in March of 2012.
Penelope's been writing ever since her nerdy highschool days where her joys were limited to marching band and day dreaming.
Her other joys include reading, crocheting, snuggling her little Kodi-man, and watching comedic TV shows such as Parks and the IT Crowd. She also enjoys watching Korean dramas, listening to her husband sing. As well as being hyper and annoying her husband as much as she can.
Author website: http://penelopereece.blogspot.com
Author FB: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Penelope-Reece/431090230294019
Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/PenelopeReece
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