Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Win a Signed Paperback!

Hello book lovers and coffee drinkers! It's time for a giveaway!

Up for grabs for U.S, readers is a signed paperback, seasonal coffee, and mug for your drinking and reading pleasure. It's pretty easy to enter- just share word about the contest and sale for entries.

A sale? What sale, you ask? Well, Gifts of the Blood has been picked up for another BookBub promotion, this time for free. And it's the last time Gifts of the Blood will be free for a very long time. So make sure to grab a copy while you can, free on Amazon for a limited time. :)

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Gifts of the Blood, by Vicki Keire - cover

Gifts of the Blood

A dying brother. A young man with golden planes of light on his back. A blind chess wizard. An insane angelic kidnapper in flamboyant red leather. A town with more secrets than stoplights. A cat that talks to spirits. Waking up with eyes the color of moonlight. Before her world tilts towards impossible, Caspia Chastain thinks the only strange thing about her is that she sometimes draws the future. Only her brother Logan, fighting his cancer diagnosis, knows what she can do. When she draws a man surrounded by brilliant light, dark wings, and frightening symbols, she can only hope the vision won’t come true. But when a stranger named Ethan appears, determined to protect Caspia and her brother from dangers he won’t explain, she’s not sure what to think. Strangers almost never come to Whitfield. They certainly don’t follow her around, frightening her one moment and treating her like glass the next. And they certainly don’t look exactly like the subject of her most violent drawing. Ethan’i’el can’t deny the pull he feels towards this mortal with untapped gifts. Although he has come to guard her dying brother’s soul from the Dark forces that would claim it, he realizes Logan’s death will shatter her. Even worse, Ethan’i’el knows that choosing life with a mortal means eternal banishment from the Light and eventual descent into the Dark and madness. Soon Caspia finds herself in the middle of a war between Dark and Light forces, where both Chastain siblings are targets. When she turns to her self-appointed guardian for help, Ethan must choose between devotion to the Light and an attraction that has already altered his world forever.

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

Birthday Book Release: Daughter of Glass

Yes, that's right, I have two reasons to celebrate today: my birthday, and my book release.

Birthday plans include a steak dinner, and chocolate cake with ice cream. I'm also going to sit on the dock and read a book in the sunshine, while wearing my first pair of shorts of the season. (Yes, it's disgustingly beautiful here in Florida. As usual.) I've already had breakfast in bed, taken a luxurious shower, and taken over the music in the living room. I'm a kind tyrant, though, unlike some teenagers I can name. :) I'm playing Hozier, which is, at the moment, the only music we can all agree with.

If I get really ambitious, I'll go read A Darker Shade of Magic by Victoria Schwab. I love what I've read so far. I just hardly ever read for fun anymore, since I've been inundated with manuscripts as an acquisitions editor.

But what about my book? Imagine a young woman whose emotions are so powerful, they manifest as actual people only she can interact with. Is it madness, a powerful gift, or maybe even both?

One of the things I love about it is that the ebook version has beautiful interior illustrations. I'll post the links as soon as it goes live.

About Daughter of Glass:
Sasha Alexander has a powerful ability.

Either that, or she’s dangerously mad. She isn’t always sure which.

Her father shrouds her in isolation, convinced he’s protecting her from the same madness that took her mother. But the seven impossible guardians that only she can see insist she’s gifted. Her companions since her mother’s suicide a decade ago, they protect her from hurt, pain and fear.

They also keep her from feeling love.

Sasha doesn’t know how to react when Noah explodes through her defenses. This strange young man with the scarred hands suddenly makes her feel again. And she wants more. More of Noah, of his wakening touch. But the guardians don’t want to lose their decade-long hold, while her father despises Noah on sight.

Sasha risks exposing Noah to a world that would cheerfully see him dead.

But unless she can learn to control her own emotions, the biggest danger to them all may be Sasha herself.

And here's an excerpt:

I woke up with my head in Noah’s lap. He was slumped cross-legged on my bed. The morning sun filtered through the branches of the spreading oak tree just outside, and the air stirred the gauzy white curtains over my windows, casting gentle waves of light across the room. Noah lay motionless against my headboard, his eyelids twitching as if he were dreaming. I could see bruises darkening from red to purple along his cheekbone. He had at least one blackened eye, but since both were closed, I couldn’t tell for sure how bad it was. The barest hint of stubble darkened his jaw.

He had stayed. He’d stayed with me through the rest of the night. No one had ever done that before. Either they wanted something from me, or my father had paid them to look after me, but not him.

I held myself perfectly still. My head throbbed where I’d cracked it on the floor, but other than that, I felt fine. I always did, when Oblivion was with me. Noah just looked so peaceful, so innocent, cradling my head between his jeans-clad thighs that I didn’t want to disturb him. I wanted a chance to study this strange boy from the wrong part of town who’d done something for me no one else ever had but my guardians. He’d stood up for me.

It was a strange feeling… breathless and tingling and humbling.

He frowned a little in his sleep. I wanted to reach out and touch his face, so still and peaceful. I could feel his body heat through his jeans. Combined with the slightly rough, but pleasant touch of denim against my skin, I was content to just lay there and feel. I craved not just the physical sensation of touching him, but also the sweet ache I felt through my chest. My eyes were tight and warm, like there were tears behind them, and a slow heat made my lungs constrict as it traveled up and down my body in waves. I wanted to feel this way forever. I dared to rub my cheek against his thigh, and let out the smallest sigh at the sensation of pleasant abrasion.

The smell of cigarette smoke preceded Dez’s entrance into my room. He looked the same as always, with hair so dark it almost matched the black leather of his jacket. He had his glasses off this morning, allowing me to see eyes that were piercing in their intensity. Without his glasses, he looked softer, more intimate than he usually did. I was more than a little uneasy at his presence. They didn’t usually stick around, the guardians. They showed up, did their job, and moved on until next time. Dez raised both eyebrows and sucked deeply on his cigarette as if sensing my thoughts. Which, of course, he was. He lounged against my doorpost and regarded me thoughtfully.

“Feeling all right, posey?” Another deep drag. “You look a little worse for the wear.”

I stopped myself from probing the aching spot on my head or checking my hair for ratty tangles. Noah was sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to move and spoil it, not with a guardian like Desire here. Not when I had questions.

“What are you still doing here?” I kept my voice low.

“I told you last night, darlin’.” When Desire moved, it was like watching a pool of ink spread without staining. He flowed toward the bed, circling it until he stood at the foot and regarded us with his steely gaze. “I told you things were different this time.” He tilted his head sideways, looking at Noah with interest. “This boy. He changes things, and we’re not entirely comfortable with it.”

“But why?” The last thing I wanted was confirmation of the rumors of how crazy I was. “How could a feeling like this possibly be dangerous, or wrong? Enough to bring two of you in one evening? What was that about?”

He dropped the cigarette and ground it out with his boot.

“We belong to you, darlin’. You’re the one who calls us, so you tell me why you drew two of us.” His grin was crooked and turned up at the corners, as if in mockery. “Although even after the night you had, you should be able to figure this one out on your own.”

I closed my eyes and concentrated on evening my breathing. Noah didn’t stir. I would not let him see me panicked and talking to myself, but I had to say it.

“I won’t let you stop me from feeling whatever this is. It can’t possibly be dangerous. So I’ll fight. I’ll fight all of you.” I ignored his amused snort. “And I won’t turn out like her.”

“Like your mother?” he asked, and I did open my eyes then. Dez had his back to me, staring at the oak tree. “She didn’t understand that we’re not something worth fighting, Sasha. She didn’t understand that we were just aspects of herself, of a gift she had to keep hidden. That disconnect is what destroyed her.”

“I’m not her,” I repeated for emphasis, but I sounded uncertain, like there was a question buried there. It sounded more like I was trying to convince myself.

“’Course you’re not,” Dez said.

“Who is ‘her’?” Noah asked at the exact same time. Damn, he was awake and he’d heard me talking to Dez… which meant he’d heard me talking to myself.

I followed deeply buried instincts drilled into me since my guardians had first started appearing, back when my mother died. Mostly, they consisted of pretending anything inconvenient or unpleasant didn’t exist. It worked a surprising amount of the time.

“Oh, you’re awake.” I smiled at him as brightly as I could. I feigned a stretch and tried to look foggy. All an act, of course. I felt great, except for the bump on my head. I always did, after a night of drinking with Oblivion, one of my favorite guardians. I never got hangovers when she was around.

Noah stared at me. I didn’t mind it. His eyes really were as intense as I remembered, and they were fixated on nothing but me. I felt myself flush with pleasure. Then I realized he was talking to me, and focused on his lips as Desire laughed in the background.

“Um, what?” I asked, sounding stupid even to myself. I hadn’t caught a thing Noah had just told me. He frowned and eased me off his lap. I missed the contact as soon as he went.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Release Day! Nocte by Courtney Cole

Everyone has secrets. Today, you find out mine.


NOCTE is here. Get it: Amazon - iBooks - B&N - Kobo Add it on Goodreads


My name is Calla Price. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m one half of a whole. My other half--my twin brother, my Finn--is crazy.
I love him. More than life, more than anything. And even though I’m terrified he’ll suck me down with him, no one can save him but me.
I’m doing all I can to stay afloat in a sea of insanity, but I’m drowning more and more each day. So I reach out for a lifeline.
Dare DuBray.
He’s my savior and my anti-Christ. His arms are where I feel safe, where I’m afraid, where I belong, where I’m lost. He will heal me, break me, love me and hate me.
He has the power to destroy me.
Maybe that’s ok. Because I can’t seem to save Finn and love Dare without everyone getting hurt.
Why? Because of a secret.
A secret I’m so busy trying to figure out, that I never see it coming.
You won’t either.
NOCTE is here. Get it: Amazon - iBooks - B&N - Kobo Add it on Goodreads
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Sunday, November 2, 2014

My Worst Nightmare Blog Hop!

Today, I’m taking part in Vicki Leigh’s “My Worst Nightmare” blog hop, to celebrate the recent release of her young-adult, paranormal-romance/ urban-fantasy, CATCH ME WHEN I FALL, which centers around seventeen-year-old Daniel Graham, a Protector of the Night, who has spent two-hundred years fighting Nightmares and guarding humans from the clawed, red-eyed creatures that feed off people’s fears. 

I’ve had two recurring nightmares for as long as I can remember. They’re pretty standard, really: falling, and spiders. I know I share my fear of these two things with pretty much half the world. More, even; if politicians campaigned on universal spider extermination initiatives, they’d win in a landslide. Just writing about them, even talking about them, doesn’t really do the topic justice, though.

You have to dream them.

The first dream has endless variations, but one thing never changes: it starts with the familiar.  Just beyond the shower curtain. The bedspread, before you turn it down. See, the thing about spiders is how little and unnoticeable they are. You could have an infestation (creeping you out yet?) and never know- until one of them catches your attention. So easy to overlook- until someone shines a light. Then they become moving  pinpoints of horror.  In my dream, the familiar turns nightmarish. Hundreds- no, thousands- of spiders reveal themselves hiding behind every day things, making my sanctuary into a nightmare. They swarm my bed; I step into a mass of them after my shower. But that isn’t even the worst.

There’s also the falling. That nightmare is literally endless, in that I never remember why I’m falling or even where I am. Sometimes I trip and fall into a never-ending chasm or off the tallest cliff in the world. Mostly, though, this dream begins where it stops: in the middle, with no reason or location. There’s simply that stomach-dropping stasis that never leaves, not for as long as I’m caught in the nightmare. I never hit the bottom but I wish that I would. Anything to stop the sick queasy feeling of falling.

But the worst- the very worst- are the dreams that combine the two.

I’m standing in my kitchen, cooking. Usually it’s something that sizzles and steams, like meat frying, or eggs. That’s why I can’t hear them coming. The cooking food covers the approach of thousands, maybe millions, of tiny legs. I do something routine, something comforting I’ve done a million times, like reach for the spatula or a dishtowel. That’s when I see the movement- spiders are everywhere. They pool around my feet and skitter up the sides of the stove. Soon every surface of my kitchen swarms with a million tiny bodies. I scream until my throat hurts and back away. My kitchen has vanished. A strong wind blasts me from all directions and I stumble backward. My heel catches on something- I never see what- and I’m falling, flailing in space. Empty darkness rushes past as my hands grasp at nothing. Until something sticky and soft clings to them. I’m falling through spider webs. They are my only companions on this endless descent. If I stay in the dream long enough, they even stop my screaming. That’s what happens when your mouth fills up with spider webs: silence.

If something were to feed off my fears, it would look like spiders and wind. Spiders because, well, did you just read my nightmare? Yes? So spiders are kind of a given, then, right? And wind because falling is kind of hard to do.

Want to play too? 

·         On 11.03.14 post about your worst nightmare, and what form the clawed, red-eyed creatures would take if they fed off your fears.
·         Visit the other participants of the blog hop, and comment on their worst nightmares

At the end of the blog tour, on 11.14.14, Vicki Leigh will pick one of the participants at random and award them with [prize].

Visit the other participants:
Sharon Bayliss | Emma Adams at From the Writer's Nest               | The Writer Diaries      
Jennifer Brooks at The Cubicle Escapee | Katja at Cautious                          
Cait Spivey | Lucy Lala at Book-A-Holic                   
About Catch Me When I Fall:
Recruited at his death to be a Protector of the Night, seventeen-year-old Daniel Graham has spent two-hundred years fighting Nightmares and guarding humans from the clawed, red-eyed creatures that feed off people’s fears. Each night, he risks his eternal life, having given up his chance at an afterlife when he chose to become a Protector. That doesn’t stop a burnt-out Daniel from risking daring maneuvers during each battle. He’s become one of the best, but he wants nothing more than to stop.
Then he’s given an assignment to watch over sixteen-year-old Kayla Bartlett, a clinically depressed patient in a psychiatric ward. Nightmares love a human with a tortured past. Yet, when they take a deep interest in her, appearing in unprecedented numbers, the job becomes more dangerous than any Daniel’s ever experienced. He fights ruthlessly to keep the Nightmares from overwhelming his team and Kayla. Soon, Daniel finds himself watching over Kayla during the day, drawn to why she’s different, and what it is about her that attracts the Nightmares. And him.
A vicious attack on Kayla forces Daniel to break the first Law and reveal his identity. Driven by his growing feelings for her, he whisks her away to Rome where others like him can keep her safe. Under their roof, the Protectors discover what Kayla is and why someone who can manipulate Nightmares has her in his sights. But before they can make a move, the Protectors are betrayed and Kayla is kidnapped. Daniel will stop at nothing to save her. Even if it means giving up his immortality.

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About Vicki Leigh:
Adopted at three-days-old by a construction worker and a stay-at-home mom, Vicki Leigh grew up in a small suburb of Akron, Ohio where she learned to read by the age of four and considered being sent to her room for punishment as an opportunity to dive into another book. By the sixth grade, Vicki penned her first, full-length screenplay. If she couldn’t be a writer, Vicki would be a Hunter (think Dean and Sam Winchester) or a Jedi. Her favorite place on earth is Hogwarts (she refuses to believe it doesn’t exist), and her favorite dreams include solving cases alongside Sherlock Holmes.
Vicki is an editor for Curiosity Quills Press and is represented by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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