Saturday, May 18, 2013

Stranger at the Hell Gate Free Promo Blitz! Get Yours!!



Stranger at the Hell Gate
Ash Krafton

Genre: urban fantasy

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: March 2013
ASIN: B00C14X6SG

Word Count: 20000

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor


Book Description:

Jagger Sintallon, a half-demon warrior, has dedicated his existence to fighting demons who enter the world through Hell gates. A loner of conflicting ideals, he offers shelter to a troubled woman but knows he is too rough, too dangerous, and too cocky for her delicate nature.

Dedicated to Divine Will, Sonya Camael, a Seraph, is determined to discover why she is drawn to Jagger's doorstep and the reason behind her mission. She needs the demon's help but fears he may get himself killed before she can figure it out and the world slips into Hell's dominion.
 

Sonya faces grave danger with evil stalking her every move, and Jagger shouldn't care but realizes he cares more than he'd likely admit. Sonya knows Jagger cannot win this war alone, but will her divine intervention mean his imminent end? Or will just the right combination of Heaven and Hell set the world right once again?



Short Excerpt:

Jagger hung his head, looking very much out of patience. With an exasperated huff, he turned in place, his boots clomping. Cocky stance, head back, and eyes daring her to say something. But these things she only partially registered because when he turned to face her, his entire upper body—chest, face, arms—glowed with the marks of past insult and injury. And that sickle shape burned into the skin over his heart—

She whimpered, heart-sick to see him in this way. Her mother's blood cried out at the thought of what agony he must have endured to stand here now, so marred and wounded. Covering her eyes, she dispelled the Seraph sight and fought the tears.

"Hey." He was in front of her within moments, pulling her hands down and leaning to peer at her downturned face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"You. You've been through so much. Just look at you."

"I'd rather not. I'm not a pretty guy."

"Jagger. These scars. You have countless hurts. I can't see a part of you that isn't injured." She raised her eyes, tears brimming on her lower lashes. "Let me help you."

"What, you're a plastic surgeon?"

She swallowed and regained part of her composure. "Better."

He looked alarmed and rocked back on his heels. "You don't mean—"

"Yes, I do." She held onto his hands and kept him from backing away. This felt right, this decision.

His eyes shifted. "Ah, I don't think it's a good idea, doll. Our kinds don't mix well."




About the Author:

Ash Krafton writes from the heart…of the Pennsylvania coal region, that is.
She is the author of the Books of the Demimonde (Pink Narcissus Press).

BLEEDING HEARTS (Demimonde #1) is a six-time RWA finalist and was voted "Reviewer Top Pick" by Gravetells.com. Ash continues the story of Sophie and her Demivampires in her latest release BLOOD RUSH (Demimonde #2). She's hard at work (when she isn't watching Doctor Who) writing the third book, WOLF'S BANE.

Ash Krafton's poetry and short fiction has appeared in several journals, including Niteblade, Bete Noire, Abandoned Towers, and Silver Blade. She's a member of Pennwriters, RWA, and Maryland Writers Association. She lurks near her blog and contributes to the QueryTracker blog.

Ash lives with her family and their German Shepherd dog deep in the Pennsylvania wilds, awaiting the day the TARDIS appears in the driveway (the dog most likely keeps the Doctor away. What a beast.)

Until then, she writes.

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Friday, May 17, 2013

Renhala Tour Giveaway & Review!



Renhala by Amy Joy Lutchen
Series: Renhala #1
Publication: September 27th 2012
Genre: Adult Fantasy

Synopsis:
Kailey Rooke, timid accountant, dedicated to philanthropic work, finds herself spiraling into a deep depression after she suffers a horrifyingly odd and humiliating assault, to only discover more of these freakish assaults occurring across the globe.

A chance discovery leads Kailey to a meeting with elderly Gunthreon, actual master of persuasion. Gunthreon, who seems to know too much of Kailey's history for her liking, opens Kailey's eyes to a coexisting realm she never knew existed: Renhala, while entrusting her with the knowledge of her newfound power as karmelean, serving as a beacon to the Higher Ones. Kailey slowly starts revealing new talents, and Gunthreon is fascinated with what she starts achieving.

She soon discovers that Renhala is in danger, and this danger has been leaking into her own realm. As she uncovers secrets within herself, and attempts to toughen up, she fuses with an unlikely band of fellow travelers (including a dragon, woodsprite, six-hundred-pound greble, her faithful female canine companion, and a "giver"), falls into an unexpected love triangle, deals with her sexy and flirtatious best friend’s “issues,” and finds the courage to master a new deadly weapon.

On her mission to save Renhala, Kailey will find herself running from life-threatening disasters, such as greble Tartarin, who likes to remind Kailey that when he catches her, he plans on eating her brains with ice cream; she'll run from the deadly meeples: small cute bunnies with talons and an undeniable thirst for imposing self-destruction on others. Kailey will also run into the possibility that a centuries-old Renhalan rumor is true, that advanced technology existing in Kailey's realm shortens all life spans.

As blood is shed and puzzles near completion, Kailey pulls from deep within herself, conjuring up mystical qualities that enable her to astonish as once predicted at her birth, but despite the newfound strength, Kailey will discover that monsters not only come in ugly packages, but can be easily disguised as those she has come to love and trust.


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Noelle's Review

 

Renhala (Renhala, #1)Renhala by Amy Joy Lutchen
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This story opens with Kailey, a young woman left damaged by a brutal attack. She struggles to pull her life back together with the help of a strong willed and loving mother, who is very ill. As she works through her issues, she discovers that there may be more basis for her fears than she realized.

She begins to meet interesting characters that seem to know quite a bit about her. She learns that the world as she knows it is actually only one realm in a greater reality involving a fantastical land known as Renhala and that the realms are experiencing odd happenings and dangerous times. When she discovers that her mother has been part of Renhala all along, she allows herself to be pulled completely into the quest to discover what ails the realms. She finds clarity and power along the way, maturing into a stronger person than she thought possible after her ordeal.

The story is unique and extremely imaginative, but was a little confusing at times under the sheer weight of all the unfamiliar fantasy creatures, worlds, powers, etc… The imagery was terrific, but sometimes a little too much of it left the narrative dragging a little. Some parts moved slowly and others, where a little extra explanation would have been helpful, moved too fast for quick comprehension.

Don’t let these minor complaints stop you from reading what is a fabulously original new series. I found the creativity reminiscent of Clive Barker and I have made the same observations about his writing.

In all, a great debut novel. I look forward to the series.
I was provided a copy of this book without charge for an honest review. My opinions are my own and have not been influenced by any payment, agreement or other compensation.

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AUTHOR BIO:

Born in Chicago, Illinois, a few days prior to watching her first movie, at a drive-in theater. Yes, drive-in theater. And yes, her mother believed she was possessed by the devil after said first movie.

Grew up in the Chicagoland area and graduated from the University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana, where she simply became a number, but decided it was a good number.

Loves cooking (mostly candy-cooking), gardening (putting holes in the ground for perennials, DONE!), designing and constructing jewelry (everything from silversmithing to lampworking), and living with her wonderful husband, two children, black Labrador, and frog—and maybe even the chipmunk family that likes to destroy her aforementioned perennials.

Also hopes that you enjoy her writings, and won’t criticize her for her aversion of eating things in multiples of three.

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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Heart of Vesuvius Excerpt, Guest Blog & Giveaway!



Heart of Vesuvius
Forsaken Brethren Series- Book Two
Sky Purington

Genre:  Time-travel/vampire/paranormal

Date of Publication:  March 29, 2013

Number of pages:  71
Word Count: 35 K

Cover Artist:  Tamra Westberry

Book Description:

Alexandria has no choice. She must flee to the last place she wants to. Straight into the arms of a vampire she was determined to forget.

Salvator finds this a clever fix to obtaining the one woman he has always desired, Alexandria.

Together, they must find a way to evade her powerful enemy, Salvator's brother Luciano. On the run, they struggle to understand one another. Denied passion ignites. Blood is spilled. Within the heart of Vesuvius, anything is possible.

When ancient Italy pulls them back in time, dark secrets are revealed.

All can be conquered. But will it be? Can wrongs be made right? History is the locked door. Forgiveness is the key. Time will tell if ancient love can once again flourish. 


Short Excerpt

Salvator smiled, white teeth gleaming through the darkness, midnight hair brushing his shoulders. "Now that is where you are wrong." When he stood, she instinctually shifted back against the headboard. "Clothing never suited you."

Her nudity suddenly felt underused and sumptuous. The thin sheet and velvet blanket like a caress of pure perfection. As he slowly approached her thighs spread, welcoming. She slammed them shut and refused to scowl.

Salvator dripped seduction. He walked it, breathed it, spoke it.

She knew better.

"Shhh," he whispered. His finger trailed up the bedspread, skimmed along her thigh, hip, waist, until it left and returned to his side. "I will not seduce you…yet."

For a split second, Alex almost said, "Why not?" She caught her tongue. Ancient vampires were very good at what they did and Salvator ranked amongst one of the eldest. But she had grown. After all, she had been made eight hundred years ago. Though not one of the more powerful of her breed she'd paid attention and learned.

"I demand respect. I'm old enough to request such," she said. His olive-skinned hand clenched and pulled tighter against his side. She met him eye to eye, did not shy away from his abnormally pale bluish-gray gaze as she had in the past. He was to fear, respect and worship. Tall and broad shouldered, inherently smooth, he owned a room when he entered it.

He had owned her once, almost.

Not now.

With a flick of his wrist, she felt the weight of clothing comfort her skin. Salvator hadn't lent glamour to it to purposely arouse her. He had honored the way of the vampires. In many ways she was shocked he had lent his aide to her at all. But he hadn't really. He had lent it to Gabriel, for purposes of his own. Though she would like to say Salvator was different than most vampires, he wasn't. There had to be a method to his madness.

She guessed vengeance.

Alex swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. This put the top of her head at his shoulders. "You could have dressed me in something more acceptable."

Shifting slightly, he cornered her between the bed and night table. "Consider yourself lucky you are dressed at all."

She eyed the flaming red, form fitting, silk gown minus undergarments and muttered, "Barely."

Lightning fast, his hands lay on both sides of her waist. His imposing frame was far too close, beautifully proportioned face bent. Long, thick black lashes framed his icy eyes.

"You sought my protection. Your insolence incites me." His hands squeezed. "To not grant you the respect you feel due you."

Did he still think her the quivering novice? She would not pay him an unwarranted price for his shelter. She'd not be his whore.

With all of her power, she shot one hand forward. He fell back a few inches. Alex waited calmly for the expected counterattack, for it would be swift without doubt. Instead of the wallop she deserved for attacking an elder she witnessed an oddity.

He smiled and said, "You've changed, uccellino. You are no longer a cowering beginner."


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Guest Post:  Sizzling Sexy Vampire Moments by Sky Purington

 

Sizzling Sexy Vampire Moments by Sky Purington

Thanks for joining me on Heart of Vesuvius’s, Bewitching Book Tour. Book two in the Forsaken Brethren Series, Heart of Vesuvius is not only an action-packed tale but a steamy read about two vampires with an overwhelming attraction to one another.
Alexandria was first introduced in Darkest Memory (Book One) where it soon became clear that she too was destined for romance. Little did anyone anticipate that hers would come in the form of ancient vampire, Salvator.
Today I thought to share some of those sizzling sexy vampire moments that ensured these two would never be able to walk away with their hearts intact. Enjoy!

Scene #1
"I'll believe it when I see it." She sniffed, suddenly alert to the scent of blood.
Hungry.
In the blink of an eye, Salvator stood close. His demeanor was passive, hand against her cheek, wrist skimming the corner of her lip seductively. "Feed, piccolo, please, siete affamati. So very hungry."
His accent lured her or was it his blood? She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his hand as a cat might her master. When her fangs elongated in sudden need, Alex jerked to awareness. To drink his blood would make her vulnerable to him. Accessible in ways even she could not control.
She spoke, voice husky and needy. "Give me what you have supplied. I'll not drink from you."
His starlit blue gaze crawled inside her and dared for a moment, tempted, before pulling away. It had felt as though she'd stood on the edge of a cool, clear nourishing lake after days in the high desert desperate for water only to have witnessed a mirage. He again reminded her how easily she could want and need him. But that he and only he remained in full control.
"Still so stubborn," he murmured. "Someday you will drink from me. When you do no other will satisfy." 

Scene #2
Ensuring time slowed for the others, he wedged her—pelvis to belly—against the waist-high stone wall. Furious, she dug her nails into his shoulders and tried to push him back.
He didn’t budge an inch.
Why should he? The position felt quite enjoyable, her current mood wonderfully defiant. She had changed some…not as much as she thought she had. This little vampire had always stood up to him. She’d also maintained the annoying ability to turn away his advances. It made no sense, really. He knew deep down it had more to do with her affect over him rather than his lack of supernatural ability or strength.
It also had to do with the fact he knew he had eternity to make her his.
"Let me go, Salvator." She glared up, fangs bared, big blue eyes deadly. He wandered her face, inch by inch, enjoyed what had been gone from him for so long.
He fingered her jet-black hair and kept her lulled within his gaze, relished her anger. He enjoyed the feel of her spirit when she stood up for herself. "I do not think it would be wise of me to release you, mi amore. You might devour my new house guest." 

Scene #3
A new fire ignited her blood beneath his arrogant, knowing appraisal. Why him? Why now? In all her life, all her long centuries as a vampire, her body had been her own. Now she wasn't so sure. In fact, as liquid, hot warmth filled her icy veins, her body remembered his enticing touch. No, not enticing but mind-blowing. Surely she had lost her mind altogether to allow such a thing. And allow she had. She exhaled, recalling how his long muscled body felt pleasantly heavy when it covered hers.
No, she had wanted it, wanted it desperately at one point, maybe a few points, maybe the whole time. Alex groaned in denial when her whole body seemed to thrum in response to the mere thought of what he'd done to her. His hand inched up her calf, fingers creative and searching, Italian accent soft and forgiving. "See, bella, now you remember."
Salvator remained dripping wet. His tall body was clad in black, hair sleek against his head, deep set smoky blue eyes delving into hers. Sexy as hell, this vampire. Alex lowered her lashes and offered a small, inviting smile. Eager, lustful eyes glowed hungrily in response. His hand traveled further, she bent her knee, allowed him inch-by-inch further access.
"I do remember," she murmured, enthralled by his beauty, maleness.
"Si," he whispered, his long fingers skirting the top of her thigh. "Very good."



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About the Author:


Sky is the best-selling author of seven novels and several novellas. A New Englander born and bred, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth and legend. When combined with a love for nature, romance and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.

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