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Blog Tour – Heart Grow Fonder

Heart Grow Fonder

Cristy Rey

Adult Romance

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Blurb

Wrong place. Wrong time. Right people.

Jessie Bravo knows what’s wrong with her life; she just doesn’t know what to do about it. Eleven years ago, she saved Tyler Cantrell from getting his ass kicked by gay-bashing high school jocks. Since, they’ve been the closest of friends. Years later, Jessie circled the drain of chronic depression, spiraling out of control, and it was Tyler’s turn to save her. Who knew her best friend would become a Hollywood A-lister? Though Jessie credits Tyler for keeping her together, living in the shadow of her best friend’s celebrity isn’t all it’s cut out to be. It’s up to Jessie to figure out what she has to do to be happy: get better or get lost.

Stardom is on the horizon for British television actor Boyd Kerrington. He’s starring opposite Tyler Cantrell in an American feature film sure to blow his career out the water. For all the years he’s focused on his career, however, he’s settled in his personal life. That is, until he meets Tyler’s best friend, Jessie. Jessie is refreshingly cool, passionate, and compelling…but she’s also complicated. Worse yet, she’s not interested in remaining in the celebrity stratosphere, even for her lifelong friend.

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Excerpt – It was… to meet you.

“What was that?” Tyler said in a hoarse whisper.

Wide-eyed, his face shimmered as if he’d been doused with glitter under a blinding white spotlight. Dumbstruck, Jessie remained staring into the gaping hole of the universe where Boyd Kerrington sat only seconds earlier.

“That was…” Jessie struggled to get out even those two words, and she couldn’t think of another to follow them.

That was Boyd Fucking Kerrington. It was Boyd who’d stopped her world spinning on its axis for a suspended series of seconds that, for all she knew, could have lasted a whole year. She’d acted a brat and he’d thought it funny. When she realized she was embarrassing herself in front of Boyd, she stopped dead in her tracks and swallowed her pride, painfully.

Then their eyes met. She’d looked at him dead in the eyes a million times, but those instances had all been through the television. Sure, those eyes were the same—icy blue like a frozen-over lake in the dead of winter—but they weren’t Astor Welles’s eyes this time; they were something altogether new and different. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than a vacuum of nothingness.

While he looked away, returning to his breakfast, Jessie watched him, for the first time free of the veneer his character. But he avoided her gaze, keeping his attention, instead, on Tyler.

Layers of stage makeup and all the smart hairstyling of Astor Welles peeled away to reveal a real human being with complicated expressions and a wealth of idiosyncrasies. Despite his severe, angular features, Boyd’s manner was approachable, even a little bit sweet. His voice was the same, but the cadence wasn’t. Astor Welles cut through steel with a crisp arrogant timbre as much as with his cheekbones’ daring angles. Boyd Kerrington wasn’t as clipped.

Sensing she was doing nothing to benefit her friend’s morning with him, Jessie excused herself.

“I have some writing to do,” she said, standing and stepping toward the sliding glass door.

Though she expected Boyd would relax a little at her departure, he reared to face her with an unmistakable tinge of remorse. She bit into her lip and reiterated her need to get to work. Boyd nodded shortly, his handsomely sloppy curls lifting in the breeze for a second before settling down again. Tyler said something that sounded like “Good idea,” but that melded with the white noise of Vancouver.

“It was… to meet you.” Red with embarrassment, she tucked into the suite and shuffled into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

With no one watching her, she banged her head against the door. Boyd Kerrington was currently sitting on the balcony of her suite, talking with Tyler over cigarettes and a king’s brunch feast. Rather than join them, Jessie relegated herself to the bed. She curled up beneath the comforter, fully clothed, and stared into the oblivion of her private bathroom.

 

Dreamcast

Meet Jessie

Meet Boyd

Playlist

1.       Miss Misery, Elliot Smith

2.      Brand New Friend, Lloyd Cole and the Commotions

3.      Dear Catastrophe Waitress, Belle & Sebastian

4.      Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t Have)?, Buzzcocks

5.      I Shatter, Magnetic Fields

6.      Can’t Hardly Wait, The Replacements

7.      Cactus, Pixies

8.      Stay Out of Trouble, Kings of Convenience

9.      Never Talking to You Again, Husker Du

10.   A New England, Billy Bragg

11.    International Small Arms Traffic Blues, The Mountain Goats

12.   Screaming at a Wall, Minor Threat

13.   Andy’s Chest, Lou Reed

14.   I Think She’s Starting to Like Me, The Queers

15.   Long-forgotten Fairy Tale, Magnetic Fields

16.   Rudie Can’t Fail, The Clash

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About Cristy Rey 

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. Taking Back Sunday, Trail of Dead, and the prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, were released in 2014. The third full-length installment, Wolf Parade, will be released in 2015. She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Weeping Angels and her second, Heart Grow Fonder are available now.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

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Blog Tour + Review – Trail of Dead by Cristy Rey

The Pastophori of Iset has set a trap for the Incarnate…only she doesn’t know it.

 

 

Trail of Dead (Incarnate #2)

Cristy Rey

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The Pastophori of Iset has set a trap for the Incarnate…only she doesn’t know it.

Burned out from being on the road again, a directionless Sunday finds herself inexplicably drawn to Salt Lake City. There she finds herself in a curious state. For the first time in her life, Sunday feels normal. She can walk around free of anxiety that she will be set-off by her inhuman sensitivity. She can be intimate without overheating. Are the days of the Incarnate finally behind her?

Cyrus has not handled losing Sunday well. For eight months, the werewolf has been a shadow of himself. His pack is concerned and his closest friend, Marcus, believes that Cyrus is in danger of being lost to his humanity. When their Alpha confesses that the Pastophori of Iset has set a trap for Sunday, Cyrus goes into full-gear trying to get her out of it…but he has to find her first.

 

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5-red-stars

I put off reading this for as long as I could because I knew once I did it would be over too fast…and I was right!Last night I jumped in with both feet and hit the door running. This was everything I’d hoped for plus a bit more. We were introduced to a few new characters and were taken on a ride to crazy town. Sunday is feeling better than she’s ever felt before but it’s more than that. She’s walked head first into a trap and will she realize it in time or will things happen that she has no control over.

Cyrus is going crazy without Sunday and his wolf is on edge. Marcus (LOVE HIM) is beside himself with worry and willing to do anything to help Cyrus back from the brink of insanity.

So much was going on in this book and a few questions where answered but a few more remain. I’m so ready for Wolf Parade it’s not even funny…

Once again I NEED MORE MARCUS!!!!!!!

Also the bond is cute that Angel has with new character Dani I’m curious of how it plays out.

 

Excerpt #1

With a sharp nod to Cyrus, Stephen took a step back and again made his way to his seat. Cyrus claimed the seat Marcus vacated, muscles taut and ready to spring into action. It took everything to abate the firestorm that brewed in him. The loss of Sunday, a threat to Marcus, and the rising wolf that threatened to take over if Cyrus didn’t get himself in check.

“I think Marcus appreciates the situation.”

“Do you, Marcus?” Stephen asked. The younger wolf now stood with his hands in his pockets and his head lowered, refusing to direct his gaze to his leader.

“I do, Stephen, but, respectfully, I think it doesn’t matter.”

“What makes you think you can find her and, even if you did, the Incarnate would go with you willingly?”

“She came with us willingly before.”

“But she didn’t come with you willingly the last time, and correct me if I’m remembering things wrong, but you statedthat time she put you on your ass and turned the lights out on you for an entire day to prove just how unwilling she was to be recaptured.” Stephen leaned up on his elbows and shifted forward in his chair. “You think you cannot only find her this time, but get her to agree to going with you? Because, Cyrus, I want to be clear on this. She’s going to have to come with you for this to work.”

Cyrus nodded, and Stephen asked Marcus the same question.

“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy,” Marcus admitted. “But I think it’s worth attempting. At the very least, it gives Cyrus another shot with her, and I’m not sure he’ll stay with us long unless he gets at least that.”

The situation was clear. He’d been volatile since she’d absconded and left him behind, and only by confronting her could the situation be resolved. Cyrus wouldn’t be the first werewolf to leave behind humanity and choose to live out his days in wolf form. Once he made that fateful decision, his humanity would be lost forever. He wouldn’t come back. No one did. He would live out his days in the wild and he would do so in misery, alone.

“Is that accurate?” Stephen asked. There was no mistaking to whom he directed the question.

“Yes,” Cyrus answered.

The word stewed in the room while the three men quietly considered what it meant. Cyrus’s admission was deeply felt, and Stephen sighed heavily and brought his hands to cover his face, shaking his head and mumbling unintelligibly into them.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“I want a meeting with the cult leaders,” Cyrus replied.

Dropping back against the chair, he tucked his chin, beard brushing over chest. All the possible consequences of this action played out in his mind. He might not have admitted it to Marcus, even after Marcus had made his intentions known, but he’d fantasized about the millions of ways he could find Sunday again. Finally, he was opening up about them with Stephen, possibly the only person who could enable their reality.

“The cult has ceased all contracts regarding the capture and retrieval of the Incarnate.”

“Why?” Marcus asked, now inching closer to the table where the two men sat.

“Like I said earlier, Cyrus is the best and everyone knows it. He was the most dedicated to the Incarnate’s case and he is the one with the most experience with her. Since the witch’s flock was all but exterminated when she destroyed the main house, information about her is in short supply.”

“What does the cult know about Sunday that we don’t?” Cyrus interjected.

“Good question,” Stephen admitted with a nod. “It is my understanding that the Pastophori has found another way of trapping her.”

Playlist

1.       If I Had a Tail, Queens of the Stone Age

2.      1000 Dreams, Dead Meadow

3.      S.O.F.T., Elastica

4.      I Need My Girl, The National

5.      Alone Again Or, Calexico

6.      Witching Stone, The Black Heart Procession

7.      No One Knows, Queens of the Stone Age

8.      Shit Luck, Modest Mouse

9.      A/B Machines, Sleigh Bells

10.   Will You Smile Again for Me?, …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead

11.    TKO, Le Tigre

12.   If the World Ends, Guillemots

13.   Blah Blah Blah, Say Hi to Your Mom

14.  The Last One Standing, Ladytron

Excerpt #2

Despite the dark sunglasses, Sunday squinted into the glare as she pulled off the highway, heading into the Salt Lake City limits.

Through the years, Sunday’s frequent stops along the map of the continental United States had been little more than happenstance. She’d drive aimlessly in any given direction and perchance spot a skyline along the way that she wanted to investigate further. If it suited her interests, she would stay on a little longer wherever it was she found herself. Generally, she’d remain for no more than a few months at a time. Until she stumbled into Columbia, where she thought, so stupidly, that she could retire from her endless journeying.

After a couple of days in a no-name Kansas town, getting to SLC became Sunday’s sole ambition. There had been no guiding light or neon sign goading her. For some reason or no reason at all, the notion popped into Sunday’s mind over a mediocre breakfast at a random roadside diner.

Reason or not, Sunday took some comfort in, for the first time in a long time, having a direction. As soon as the signs started reading this many miles to Salt Lake City, she started humming the mantra: There are so few miles left. I’ll get there soon. Her rest stops became less frequent, and excitement acted as her body’s own stimulant. No need for sleep; she would rest when she got there. Another roadside sign and the miles to Salt Lake were fewer than they’d been before, three digits knocked down to two.

There are so few miles left. I’ll get there soon.

Each time, the smile on her face grew larger. SLC was her future, and the closer she got, the further her past became until it was a hardly a flicker on her subconscious.

 

Meet the Cast

Cyrus & Sunday

Alex & Dani

Marcus & Angel

Taking Back Sunday (Incarnate #1)

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After five years on the run, Sunday has finally settled into a seemingly normal life in Columbia, South Carolina. What her two best friends don’t know is that Sunday has a secret past. She is the Incarnate, a conduit of mystical energy transcendent of the mundane and the divine. For most of her life, she served under Bernadette, the most powerful witch in the Northwest. Her power is terrifying, and what she remembers of her past—and what she doesn’t—haunts her. In the year that she’s been attempting to be anything but the Incarnate, Sunday has fought her abilities tooth and nail, but it’s been worth it. When Sunday joins her friends’ coven for an innocent gathering, Sunday discovers a darkness hidden beneath the blanket of the coven’s magic and she is determined to find out who is behind it and what she has planned.

For the last four years, Cyrus has been the point man on the contract to recapture the Incarnate and deliver her to the Pastophori of Iset. A gifted tracker and a fearless werewolf, he harbors a wild, inexplicable passion for the Incarnate that has driven him to hunt her. He was one of the original captors that brought her to Bernadette when his obsession with her began. Having found her, Cyrus and his pack find themselves torn between two objectives: take her by force and deliver her to yet another group of fanatics, or help her uncover the traitor among her coven.

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About this author

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. Taking Back Sunday, Trail of Dead, and the prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, were released in 2014. The third full-length installment, Wolf Parade, will be released in 2015. She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Her first standalone, Weeping Angels, is available now, and her second, Heart Grow Fonder, will be out in winter 2014/2015.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

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Blog Tour – Weeping Angels by Cristy Rey

Four years ago, Frankie Rios walked away from her best friend and big sister, Iris. To Frankie, Iris

died the day that she last rejected Frankie’s attempts at getting Iris alcohol and drug treatment. Rather

than accept grief for her beloved sister’s loss, Frankie turned to her music. A renowned cellist, Frankie

has managed to ignore the pain and suffering of losing the person she loved most in this world. With Iris

out of her mind and out of her life, Frankie was able to move on…or so she thought. Until Iris really

died.

Topher went to war in 2001 only to return two years later damaged and broken. Unable to

reconcile the war vet with the boy he used to be, Topher gave up on life. When Iris Rios, his long-lost

childhood best friend, dies from liver failure at thirty-two years-old, Topher is forced to confront his

past. He must decide whether he deserves to heal. He must decide whether he will take that first step

and then take another until he can recover what he lost: himself.

Weeping Angels is a story of grief carried and grief ignored. It’s about learning to love and

moving on. Mourning someone once is hard enough, but mourning someone twice is unimaginably

harder.

 

 

Weeping Angels

Cristy Rey

 

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Genre: Women’s fiction, romance

Release date: June 27, 2014

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Excerpt #1

A woman hurls herself into the parking lot without even checking to see if a car is coming. Long

blonde hair flies like a cape and she moves as though propelled by a rocket. Black, slinky heels flick off

her feet, smacking into the asphalt with every rapid step. The scarf wrapped around her neck, despite

this god-forsaken humidity, flaps over her shoulder. Any other day, I might have tried to stop her. If not,

I might have fallen to the ground and covered my head with my hands, brought back to Afghanistan by

some misapprehending synapse fire. But not tonight. Tonight, I merely stand by and watch her go.

She stops abruptly at the edge of the parking lot and just stands there. Her back to us, she drops

her arms to her sides and her shoulders slump. I’m not sure what I’m looking at, but whatever it is

unfurls as I watch. A woman like that doesn’t need to be crying at the end of the parking lot alone, and

we’re watching like a couple of jackals who are just man enough to smoke outside a funeral, but not

man enough to rescue her from herself. I’m not sure what it is about her, but I can’t stop staring, so I

don’t even try.

I suck on my cigarette, taking the longest pull I can to give myself time to keep from engaging in

conversation, when the woman slams her palms to her thighs. If she were any closer or if there was any

less traffic on the highway, we might have heard the smacking sound echoing in the air. Even without

sound, I feel it. A sonic wave crashes into my chest. My heart stops beating for a second in its wake.

Through a stream of white smoke, I jut my chin to the woman.

”Who’s that?” I ask Jose.

“That’s Frances.” He’s curt, and the sharpness when he says her name makes it sound like an

offense. “I thought you knew her,” he adds, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

There’s a silence between us as we keep our eyes trained on Frankie. For the life of me, I would

have never known it was her had he not just told me. I wonder now why no one makes his or her way

toward her. If there’s a husband or a boyfriend standing about inside, someone needs to tell him that

she’s out there alone, grieving.

“Frankie loved Iris. She’s probably taking this hard.”

As soon as the last word has fallen from my lips, Jose chuckles humorlessly and again my

eyebrows furrow. I can feel the anger lining my forehead. Jose brings the cigarette to his lips and smoke

pours from his nostrils as he inhales and exhales simultaneously like a fuming dragon. He shakes his

head as his gaze wanders back to Frankie.

“Frankie loved Iris, that’s true, but Frankie also disappeared and refused to come when Iris got

sick.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Shock slaps across Jose’s face when I declare him a liar. There is absolutely no way I can know if

what Jose said is true or not.

An ephemeral summer breeze catches her hair. When it passes, she combs her fingers through

her hair and twists it into a knot that she promptly releases. Even though she’s far away, I make out the

shaking of her shoulders, as if she might burst.

I’ve never felt as intimate with Frankie as I do right now. Sharing in her private, raw space is

wrong. I want is to throw a curtain between her and the rest of the world. I want to put my body

between Frankie and all the smokers, spread my arms, puff my chest, and yell out, “There’s nothing to

see here! Move along!”like some cop directing rubberneckers forward in traffic.

I take my first step off the curb so that I can go to her and do I don’t know what,

when she turns around and hugs herself so tightly you’d think it was freezing, when it’s actually a humid

ninety degrees Fahrenheit. Her head tilts forward and her blonde bangs sway, falling over her eyes.

She starts walking, slumped and dejected, in my direction. If a car whizzed by her, she might

look up, but given by the way she ejected herself from the building, I’m not fully convinced she doesn’t

have a death wish. So I do the only thing I can think of, I finish taking that first step and then take

another.

 

Dreamcast

 

Excerpt #2

What Frankie says breaks me. It breaks me. And it’s not even about Iris or me; it’s about Frankie.

Everything she said about Iris fills me in on years that I’ve missed. Even when I’d been

standing right beside her, I was ignoring what now seems so obvious it’s blinding. Yet, for all the talk

about Iris’s alcoholism and suicidal tendencies, what Frankie’s opened up about is herself.

I’m not even sure she notices because she’s so guarded. Never once has she reflected on what

she’s said. She’s been stating facts, telling stories. That’s what she thinks, anyway. I know this like I know

myself, because it’s what I do. I state facts and I tell stories, and what I’m actually doing is diverting

attention from what’s going on inside.

Frankie’s all Iris this, Iris that, but what I hear is: I can’t live with myself

because Iris was never happy and I couldn’t save her. It’s what I hear inside myself every minute

of every day, and my heart breaks for Frankie and for me. What I do next comes so naturally that it

scares the living shit out of me. I don’t let her leave. I hold her as close as I can because what I want is

for her to be inside of me the way she’s let me be inside of her.

In this space and time, Frankie and I are one person. I’m angry with her. I’m aggressive about it,

maybe even hurting her, but I reason that it can’t be any worse than how she’s been hurting herself by

balling this all up for decades.

As much as I need her to be close, I want to push her away. I want her to leave and never come

back. I want Frankie to take flight tomorrow morning, and I want to be the one to deliver her to the

airport because what I’m feeling is something that I’m not ready to deal with. I tell myself to let her stay

here, to give her this space from death that she needs. I’m surer now more than ever that we have an

unbreakable bond, but I don’t want it.

We have right now and I need it right now, but I can’t want to have it tomorrow. I can’t want to

have it ever again. It’s like being with yourself all the time, but only with the ugliest parts of you. It’s

looking at all the broken pieces of your psyche and being forced to confront them.

That’s what Frankie is to me. That’s what she’s been to me all day if I cop to it. Maybe it was like

that last night when I went out after her in the parking lot and walked her back to the service. Maybe it’s

why I couldn’t believe that she could be out there alone with no one to hide her sadness from the world.

I’m making up for it today, though. Right now, I’m making up for leaving her naked and on a slab for the

world to pick apart. The more I hold her, the more I fear that I’ll never be able to let her go, but I keep

doing it because she’s something worth saving and, if she can be saved, then maybe I can be, too.

 

Ten Fun Facts about Cristy Rey

1.       I am a librarian.

2.      For the holidays last year, I knit a Cthulhu scarflette for

my good friend, Dre.

3.      I have harvested over 100 mangoes from the tree in my

yard in the last three weeks. (Please, no more mangoes!) I don’t even like mangoes.

4.      My parents are Cuban.

5.      I was a vegetarian and, later, a pescatarian for over

fifteen years. Thanksgiving 2012 was the first time I had poultry, beef, or pork in half my life.

6.      I thought of Weeping Angels as I stood at the

funeral of a good friend – the real Iris – observing the mourners, looking at photos of a woman who

didn’t match the one I used to know, and holding the hand of my sister, her ex-fiancée.

7.      My dog is named after Indiana Jones and Sherlock, and

my cat is named after a comic book character by Roman Dirge and a poem by Edgar Allan Poe.

8.      I am almost 6’ tall.

9.      I am a fangirl through and through: I read comics, I am a

Whovian, I am a Sherlockian, I am committed to the Whedonverse, and I have a Fringe tattoo.

10.   I make my own Halloween costumes.

 

Playlist

 

About Cristy Rey

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. The first book, Taking

Back Sunday, and a short prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, are available now at online retailers.

She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Her first standalone, Weeping

Angels, is available now, and her second, Heart Grow Fonder, will be out in winter 2014/2015.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much

less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she

likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s

always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the

playlist to know what’s up.

Contact Cristy

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Author Interview – Cristy Rey

Up first today is my Moon Twin Cristy Rey…her Incarnate Series and Women’s Fiction works are very good. I’m waiting on the next thing she writes very impatiently 🙂

Author Bio

Cristy

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. The first book, Taking

Back Sunday, and a short prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, are available now at online

retailers. She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Her first

standalone, Weeping Angels, is available now, and her second, Heart Grow Fonder, will be out

in winter 2014/2015.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much

less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books

that she likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a

little magic. There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you

need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

Find Cristy Rey Online

• Cristy’s website http://www.cristyrey.com

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Interview – Cristy Rey

Describe yourself in five words?

Coffee-addicted ostrich human hybrid.

Who do people say you look like?

Marissa Tomei. I don’t see it, but there it is. Also, Jeanette the Chipette, which I do see. I even dressed up like her on a Halloween. DIY costume FTW.

If a star could play you in the story of your life who would you hire?

If I could hire *anyone*, it would be Judy Greer. But I’m pretty sure I’d get saddled with Katherine Heigl.

What genre would your life story be? And do you have a snappy title for your life story?

I’d like to think that my life would be a 1920’s period murder mystery. I want to solve murders…on trains, especially…and in fancy hats, most especially. But I don’t know.

What fact about yourself would really surprise people?

I’m a boring old knitting cat lady.

What are you addicted to?

Coffee and cigarettes.

How do you work through self-doubts and fear?

I plan.

What scares you the most?

Tiny frogs. Miniscule frogs. I know, logically, that what I’m about to say absolutely is NOT true, but it totally doesn’t matter: Little frogs can get inside of you. They can spring out of nowhere and then enter your body through your orifices. Then, they can harvest frog eggs inside of your body. That is what I fear.

What makes you happiest?

I don’t know. I’m easily entertained. When I am entertained, I become engaged. When I become engaged, I get passionate. When I get passionate, I become happy. In short, I am easily happy-ed.

What’s your greatest character strength?

I am compassionate and empathetic. It has always been in my nature to just care, really care about things and people. I care unconditionally.

What’s your weakest character trait?

If I could only commit to working out…

What are you most proud of in your personal life?

Bah, I’m proud of everything. I’ve worked really hard for everything I have. I’m proud of my character. I’m proud of the company I keep. I’m proud that I can *still* recite the entire script of “Wayne’s World.”

What do you hope your obituary will say about you?

She had hair like a lion. She smoked and cussed like a sailor. She didn’t meet a stray she didn’t love. At the end of the day, she was a really good kid and people liked her. Anyway, she believes she’ll be back. Just like the Terminator.

What other jobs have you had in your life?

I was a telemarketer for a hot minute. I think I lasted three hours. I was also Hello Kitty’s pimp TRUE STORY.

If you could study any subject at university what would you pick?

If I could get a luxury PhD, I would get one in Religious Studies. I’d study American New Religious Movements.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

I want to live on the coast, by the cliff of a rocky shore with waves crashing. I want to open my eyes every morning, look out my bedroom window, and see a lighthouse first thing.

Tell us about your family?

I have the family I was born into and the family I created. All of us are pretty amazing.

How much sleep do you need to be your best?

I want catnaps. All day long catnaps.

If you could have a dinner party and invite anyone dead or alive, who would you ask?

I think I’d like to just jive with Hemingway for a night. Think Midnight in Paris. That’s, like, a dream I once had. Lasted throughout high school and college.

What’s your favorite meal?

Every year, for our anniversary, my other and I go out to the place we had our first date. It’s an Indian restaurant. Anyway, that is my favorite meal.

What color represents your personality the most?

Orange. Duh.

What movie do you love to watch?

Movies are my life. I can’t answer this question.

How do you feel about social media websites such as Facebook and Twitter? Are they a good thing?

Social media is a great way to connect with people you otherwise wouldn’t have connected with. It gives you a reach that you wouldn’t have otherwise had. That said, it’s isolating. It’s tragic that we live our lives on some quasi-public spectrum 24/7 even when we’re not actively “online.” Questions of identity come to mind: Who are you? Who do you portray yourself to be? Does that manufactured projection match your interior life? Does it match the “real you” that others would have perceived without your intervention? It’s a complicated relationship – ours with social media, I mean. The saddest thing is that people, as without the intermediary of the Internet, are generally not self-aware. They can’t see the forest for the trees and, now, because we’re living in the Me Digital Age, they are both the forest and the trees. It’s going to be amazing to see what the future holds.

If you could do any job in the world what would you do?

I literally have my dream job: I am a librarian.

What are you most passionate about? What gets you fired up?

I am passionate about intellectual and social engagement. I engage in debate for fun. That doesn’t mean I seek conflict. I’m conflict-averse, to a fault; but I enjoy lively discussion and conversation. But it’s a quid pro quo thing with me. If I don’t sense a mind that loves to learn, then I won’t engage. So, I guess, in the end, I am passionate about discourse that furthers my intellect and my humanity.

What makes you angry?

Social injustice, distrust of science, and willful ignorance.

What’s your most embarrassing moment of your life?

I have so many that I don’t even bother remembering them anymore.

Are you a city slicker or a country lover?

I’m urban. All the way.

What would you love to produce in your life?

A child. Or a vegetable garden that doesn’t freakin’ die. You know, one or the other

What’s the reason for your life? Have you figured out your reason for being here yet?

My life is a coincidence of genetics and natural selection. There isn’t some great mystery about The Meaning of Life for me to uncover. That’s why it’s so important that I give meaning to my own life and make sure that, at the end of it, I was proud of every second of my experience of humanity. So far, I am. I’m a really good human.

Do you know your neighbors?

Yep. Michael and Ehle. I don’t know the rest, though. Which I find kind of tragic.

How important are friends in your life?

My friends are my family.

How many friends does a person need?

This is a silly question. You don’t need any. You just need to be a good one to as many people as possible and hope that you get what you give in return.

What does love mean to you?

Love means nothing without compassion. That is what love means to me.

What social issues interest you the most?

I don’t want to answer this question. I am socially active. I advocate for a lot of things.

When you get free time on the internet or you go to the library – what do you want to read about?

I’ve spent a lot of my life reading the greats, thinking big thoughts, learning grand ideas, and changing my own world (and hopefully others’ worlds) one book at a time…so it, eventually, got to the point where I just want to read plot-heavy books, sometimes with steamy love scenes, and that don’t make me think too hard. That said, I get into “moods” and decide I need to become an expert in some things. Depends on what’s going on, I guess. Lately, I just wish I had time to read something other than drafts of my own [many] books in pre-publication.

Who do you admire?

I admire Kathleen Hanna. If you don’t know who she is, you should probably Google her. I also admire Neil Gaiman and Zoe Keating.

The Professional questions

Why do you write?

I don’t really know why. I just always have. What else is a daydreamer supposed to do?

What motivates you to write?

I like when people get excited about my stories and characters. That, more than anything, motivates me to write more. The next book. The one after that. The one after that. They each come from someone telling me, “I can’t wait to read the next thing you do.”

What books did you love growing up?

I loved Nancy Drew and Baby-sitter’s Club Books when I was really young. My favorite childhood novel was Madeline L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time. By middle school, I was all up in Christopher Pike and RL Stine (Goosebumps was after my time, I mean his other work), and that generation’s paperback young reader gory horror and thriller. I loved those. I still do. As much as I write supernatural stories with Incarnate, what really calls to me is that campy high school blood and guts slasher thriller. I remember SOBBING while I read some of those from how powerful those emotions were. Those are my earliest literary heroes. After that, it was all high-falutin’ literary fiction and classics.

Who is your favorite author?

I have read too much of too many fantastic authors to pick just one. I think that, easily, some of my favorites are: Neil Gaiman, Thomas Pynchon, Ernest Hemingway, Jane Austen, John Krakauer, Elmore Leonard, MLN Hanover, Heather Graham, Alan Moore, Charles Bukowski, Christopher Pike and RL Stine, Ray Bradbury, Patricia Briggs….I mean, at this point I have to stop because I just can’t go on.

Location and life experiences can really influence writing, tell us where you grew up and where you now live?

I was born and raised in Miami, FL to Cuban exiles who came to the States when they were young. When I tell people that Miami is its own country, they don’t really understand what that means. We are. Down here, we’re nothing like anywhere else in the world. I am a woman from a minority culture and I live in the only place in the US where the minority enjoys majority privilege. I am surrounded by such diversity on such a daily, ever present level that I don’t feel comfortable in places where I’m not surrounded by such diversity. I think that, in my novels, I project that world onto the pages. A lot of my novels are about people who are from here, people, like me, that don’t fit into a mold, yet find comfort in the colorful landscape that is my immediate surrounding environment. A lot of people hate it here, and I get that. Particularly people who are into what I’m into: low-brow and indie art and culture, high-brow and classical art and culture, feminists, social progressives, intellectuals, etc. But I don’t see the point in rejecting the surrounding when, in this one place, I experience more of the world than most people do…and I don’t have to go farther than a mile to be in a whole new version of it.

Is your family supportive? Do your friends support you?

I publish for my friends and family. I don’t do it out of some great mission to be a famous author or to even be an author at all. I’m happy writing and not publishing. But I work to make them proud. My whole life, I’ve been surrounded by a mass of people who want big things for me. I almost feel like I’m doing them justice by giving them something to purchase and keep in their pockets. So, yeah, not only do they support me, they’re my reason for doing this at all.

Do you plan to publish more books?

Yes. I do. Have at least 5 ready to go and at least 3 additional ones in the works. 2014-2016 are going to be big years for me. If I choose to never write again, know that, by 2016, I’ll have published quite a canon.

What else do you do to make money, other than write? It is rare today for writers to be full time…

I am a librarian.

How do you write – lap top, pen, paper, in bed, at a desk?

I write on laptop at home and I write on desktop at work. I type faster than I handwrite and I have a lot of gusto when I get going.

Every writer has their own idea of what a successful career in writing is, what does success in writing look like to you? 

My barometer of success is extremely conservative. The fact that I’m learning both a craft (writing) and an industry (publishing) on the daily makes this already a success. Success, for me, comes from my level of engagement in the process and, right now, I’m engaged. I have fun with it from the writing to the publishing. There are lots of people for whom sales and dollar signs or widespread mainstream publicity are markers of “success,” but I’m much more grounded in reality. I am one of millions – literally – and, for as smart and skilled and personable as I am, I am just one of millions. My books can be the best (they are not), but I’d still be one of those. The only true happiness comes from self-awareness, awareness of your surroundings, and accepting that you set your own standards. That’s what I’ve done. It’s what I always do. Never stop reaching for the stars, but never forget that there’s plenty of stuff to celebrate between the ground floor and the penthouse.

Tell us about your new book? What’s it about and why did you write it?

My friend died. I was at her funeral and I was writing something else…when it hit me that I had left her. I had left her years ago when she, my sister’s ex, refused to get sober. Her funeral hit me hard. The observations therein struck me as something that I couldn’t let go, that I wouldn’t let go. She is not my first friend to die young, nor will she be the last, but it’s like her death marked something special passing. Anyway, I got home that night and immediately got to writing. I created a sister for her and I told her sister’s story. Then I created an old childhood friend of hers and I told his story. I learned what it’s like to mourn someone twice and I wanted to share that. It’s a hard story to tell, but I think I did right by it. Or, at least, I think I did right by my sister and the real life Iris. She would have been proud of me. Really really proud.

How often do you write? And when do you write?

Right now, I’m revising which is a bit of editing and a bit of writing. When I write, I marathon write. I write whole books in the matter of days. How often I do depends on my mood and my available time. Lately, I’m having to force myself away from other duties like marketing and the like so that I can focus on my writing.

Do you have an organized process or tips for writing well? Do you have a writing schedule?

Ah, I have schedules. I have agendas. I plan and I plan to plan. But those are mostly for publication – things that are already in the line to get beta read, edited, formatted, etc. For writing, it’s tougher. Sometimes, I get taken in a whole different direction than what I should be working on.

Have you met any people in the industry who have really helped you?

I have met some wonderful people that have guided me and walked beside me. Bella Roccaforte, Shakuita Johnson, Trudy Stiles, Katie Mac, NL Hoffmann…I could go on. Whether you know those names or not, they’re people who are out there are have the good stuff. They are the good stuff. I can’t get enough of them.

What do you hope people will take away from your writing? How will your words make them feel?

My writing is my own. I write characters that are real to me. They are people I know and they are people that have sprung from my imagination. My friends read my characters and they immediately recognize them as one of us. But I know a lot of people aren’t familiar with my world. So, what I hope, is that people get a glimpse into a reality that’s diverse, a little different, and a little unconventional, but that they can still appreciate as real. It’s fun when you write a conversation you’ve had before and others read it and love it. They think “Oh, she’s so clever,” but, really, that’s what’s happened in my life. Right now, I’m having those conversations. I’m seeing those things. They’re happening just outside your periphery, but they’re real.

How do you think people perceive writers?

People perceive writers as smart. It comes from the notion of the printed word being some intellectual effort and an effort that, in order to have achieved, one must have passed through various “gates,” or tests. It’s an accomplishment; therefore, people who aren’t published look at those who are as though they’re accomplished. In a way, that’s merited. In another, though, it’s not. When anyone can be published – and everyone is published, by the way, because the Internet (i.e. your Facebook profile, your blog or website, your comment on an online news article) – then it’s not so much an accomplishment to just be published. You need to work to stand out. Your work needs to merit your status, I guess. Anyway, I’d hope that’s the case.

How do you feel about self-publishing?

I have a horse in this race, right? I’m a self-published author. I think that it’s great in that it’s allowed me, personally, to overcome hurdles of a trillion proposal query letters and endless waiting for someone to pick me up if they ever pick me up. I’m an active person and I like to participate. Self-publishing has given me the opportunity to learn a new skill: business management and, in specific, publishing business management. So I like that too. I think, though, there are drawbacks to its popularity but, again, I have a horse in this race. If there are a lot of self-published books then there’s more opportunity for people who don’t learn the business to get hoodwinked and scammed, there’s more fiscal risk in that we spend money to produce content in an oversaturated market thereby lowering our potential return, and the like. In the end, I think I’ll keep it up. The good thing is that I control my own writing career so, if one day I decide to let it go, I can. That is a comfort to me.

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Blog Tour – Taking Back Sunday by Cristy Rey

 

Title: Taking Back Sunday (Incarnate Book One)

Author: Cristy Rey

Genre: Supernatural Suspense/ Paranormal Romance

Publication Date: March 11, 2014

After five years on the run, Sunday has finally settled into a seemingly normal life in Columbia, South Carolina. What her two best friends don’t know is that Sunday has a secret past. She is the Incarnate, a conduit of mystical energy transcendent of the mundane and the divine. For most of her life, she served under Bernadette, the most powerful witch in the Northwest. Her power is terrifying, and what she remembers of her past—and what she doesn’t—haunts her. In the year that she’s been attempting to be anything but the Incarnate, Sunday has fought her abilities tooth and nail, but it’s been worth it. When Sunday joins her friends’ coven for an innocent gathering, Sunday discovers a darkness hidden beneath the blanket of the coven’s magic and she is determined to find out who is behind it and what she has planned.

For the last four years, Cyrus has been the point man on the contract to recapture the Incarnate and deliver her to the Pastophori of Iset. A gifted tracker and a fearless werewolf, he harbors a wild, inexplicable passion for the Incarnate that has driven him to hunt her. He was one of the original captors that brought her to Bernadette when his obsession with her began. Having found her, Cyrus and his pack find themselves torn between two objectives: take her by force and deliver her to yet another group of fanatics, or help her uncover the traitor among her coven.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Indie writer. Reader. Knitter. Short hair-enthusiast. Fairy godmother. Coffee-addict. Pet-parent. TV show marathoner. Ostrich-human hybrid.

Cristy Rey lives in Miami, FL. She is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again.

Cristy writes the books that she likes to read. Her women are strong and out-spoken (most of the time), and her men run the gamut. Love stories abound in Cristy’s work because, really, aren’t love stories the best? Her stories also touch upon themes of identity, intimacy, family, and social issues. There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

If you met Cristy, you’d probably tell her that she’s tall since people seem to think that she needs to become aware of said fact. She and her friends get together to drink tea, eat scones, and talk about Sherlock—they sometimes pretend they’re a book club but that’s just their excuse to get together

 

 

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Guest Post – Researching Urban Fantasy by Cristy Rey

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Researching Urban Fantasy

By Cristy Rey: Writer, librarian, slayer of demons, romancer of stones…you know, all the stuff that matters.

For Shakuita Johnson’s blog, The Ramblings of Me, at http://dark-indiscretions.com/

 

I write urban fantasy. This means I weave imagined fantastical creatures and themes through the “real world,” or the world that we live in. I create a mythology for my characters. I impose order in the world they inhabit. I write the rules and, sometimes, I even break them.

In this genre, as in all the genres and subgenres that fall under the fantasy banner, authors are like gods. We can choose to create from scratch and fill readers in along the way, or we can leave you as much in the dark as cavemen before Prometheus gifted them with fire. Alternately, we can take what is already out there in the popular consciousness and tweak it to our liking. We can re-create myths, legends, and fairy tales. We can take Barbies and rip their heads off and reform their limbs so they become something different, something all our own.

I have done the latter.

As much as my series, the Incarnate series, has been called “different” and “new,” it’s not altogether unfamiliar. I write witches and werewolves. I skew existing concepts derived from sources as far-ranging as Western neo-paganism, Greco-Roman mythology, contemporary pop culture, Gothic literature, Modernist poetry, and wildlife photography…to name a few.

Shakuita invited me to guest blog for her and, at first, we thought I’d provide sources on the writing craft and the indie publishing business. I was gung-ho until we started talking about our next projects and our conversations moved from “How can we hone our business skills?” to “What information is out there about X, Y, and Z for researching our next novels?”

This blog post is an extension of that. As a good librarian (spoiler alert: I am a great librarian), I want to share a selection from my personal bibliography. I invite you to take a look at it and, most importantly, to evaluate the sources for yourself. In the immortal words of Obi-Wan (a character built on the archetypes of Campbell’s seminal Hero with a Thousand Faces), “Use the Force.”

 

Below is a list of books. All links provided are to Google Books:

 

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Cristy Rey is the author of the urban fantasy Incarnate series. The first book, Taking Back Sunday, and a short prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, are available now at online retailers. She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Weeping Angels will be released in July 2014, and The Heart Grow Fonder will be released at the end of the year.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

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Multiple Indie Authors Spotlight

Today on the blog I’m going to do something a bit different. I’m going to spotlight 5 Indie Authors. Some of the authors write paranormal and some do not. I hope you find new books and authors you like from this list.

 

 

First up is Cristy Rey

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Cristy Rey Bio

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. The first book, Taking Back Sunday, and a short prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, are available now at online retailers. She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Weeping Angels will be released in July 2014, and The Heart Grow Fonder will be released at the end of the year.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

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Second we have Patricia Jenkins

 

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My name is Patricia Jenkins but I use the pen name P. L. Jenkins. I am 26 yrs old and was born and raised in TX and have lived there my whole life. I have always had a passion for writing but wasn’t until summer of 2013 that I decided to share it with the world. That is when I began writing Meant To Be. I am a loving wife to a husband of almost 8 years and a mother to two wonderful but crazy kids. Landon who is almost 8 yrs old and Kyler who is 5yrs old. I do have a full time job but still find time to write my wonderful books for yall. I plan to release a total of five more books including the one that is due to release on May 10th.

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Find Patricia Online

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/authorp.l.jenkins?ref=hl

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/P.L.-Jenkins/e/B00IS8WSP6/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1398985395&sr=1-1

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7579627.P_L_Jenkins

Buy Links

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Meant-Be-P-L-Jenkins-ebook/dp/B00IPIETOC/ref=la_B00IS8WSP6_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1399118422&sr=1-1

Paperback – https://www.createspace.com/4715046

 

Third we have Elaine White

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Author Bio:

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Elaine White grew up in a small town on the east coast of Scotland. She is an author of paranormal romance, crime and MM romance. Fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, while living comfortably at home with a pack of wolves cleverly disguised as one standard poodle. A self-professed geek, Elaine has fallen in love with the research linked with her novels. The more obscure the better. She has recently delved into reading and writing MM romance/erotica and is now a happy addict of the genre.

 

Elaine’s Books:

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Elaine has one published novel with her publisher Write More Publications. ‘Runaway Girl’ is the first in a six part series about vampires and their interaction with other supernatural creatures.

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Blurb:

“A missing vampire princess. A soul fractured between five young human girls. One loyal vampire with a grudge. Can soldier Damian set aside his personal feelings to follow orders? Can princess Amelia’s soul be reunited in time for the meeting of the three clans? Will her brother Matthew fight for the right to rule? Who will prevail?”

 

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Book two in this series, ‘Reckless Abandon’ will be released in 2014.

Blurb:

“A magical island. A cursed King. Vampire rebellion. Damian’s rule has been questioned. With people dying, can his son, Knox, overcome the darkness shrouding Avelina, while his brother tackles a possessed king on the Island? Will both brothers fall to ruin? Will Damian’s rule … and lineage … come to an end?”

 

Her second novel ‘Decadent’ will be released from Hot Ink Press in August 2014. It will be her first M/M Romance.

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Elaine also has two published short stories. Both are through Write More Publications. The first ‘A Heart That Cannot Beat’, featured in the ‘Novel Hearts’ anthology. It details the various Valentine’s Days that the vampires from ‘Runaway Girl’ have had over the centuries. The second ‘Broken Dreams’ is a wolf-shifter story, featured in the ‘Love Bites’ anthology. It provides an exciting prequel to an upcoming trilogy called ‘The Belesone Pack’.

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Buy Links:

Runaway Girl

Amazon International – http://smarturl.it/Int.Amazon

Barnes and Noble – http://smarturl.it/BnN.RG

Smashwords – http://smarturl.it/SW.RG

 

Novel Hearts

Amazon International – http://smarturl.it/NovelHearts

Barnes and Noble – http://smarturl.it/BnN.NH

Smashwords – http://smarturl.it/SW.NH

 

Love Bites

Amazon International – http://smarturl.it/LoveBitesAnth

Barnes and Noble – http://smarturl.it/BnN.LB

Smashwords – http://smarturl.it/SW.LB

Book Trailers:

Runaway Girl – http://smarturl.it/RunawayGirl

Novel Hearts – http://smarturl.it/NovelHeartsTrailer

 

Where to find Elaine:

Wattpad – http://smarturl.it/ElleLainey

Facebook – http://smarturl.it/zk3a9d

Goodreads – http://smarturl.it/ElainesGoodreads

Amazon – http://smarturl.it/ElainesGoodreads

Blog – http://smarturl.it/ElainesBlog

Linked In – http://smarturl.it/ElainesLinkedIn

Google +1 – http://smarturl.it/ElainesGoogle

Twitter – http://smarturl.it/ElainesTwitter

Pinterest – http://smarturl.it/ElainesPinterest

 

Excerpt from Love Bites:

Broken Dreams

“Milo went over the paperwork one more time. He double checked every signature, every misspelling, and every order that it held. He was done … finally. He glanced at the clock, frustrated. It was two in the morning and he had school tomorrow. He sighed, switched off the lamps, and sat in the dark, letting his natural defenses grow.

Milo was the Alpha of a hundred strong wolf-shifter pack. He would never classify them as werewolves for the simple fact that werewolf legends and stories never seemed to adequately portray the shifter life. He was writing to another pack that night, and he hadn’t been able to turn in until it was completed. Pack business always came first, even before homework. Tonight, he still had some math homework that needed to be finished, but he was too tired to complete it before going to bed. Math wasn’t his subject at the best of times, but it was a necessary tool for a leader to learn and utilize. He would have to ask his teacher for more time tomorrow.

The good thing was that his teacher was another shifter. They all lived in the same community and it helped when things got difficult. If he had to, he could just use his Alpha status—as leader and protector of his pack—to explain away certain things … like homework. No one questioned the Alpha.

Milo’s eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, and he made his way over to the door and out into the hallway of his house. He should have been heading to bed, but the usual nagging feeling drew him outside again. This time it wasn’t just his wolf that wanted to run free; it was his very soul. His true mate—the one person that his heart was meant to beat for, the one soul that made his complete—was out there somewhere. Close. Finally close. Milo had no idea how long he had felt her within his heart, how long he had been able to tell whenever she was close by, but it felt like it had always been that way.

True mates were the only kind of happiness a shifter was destined for. No wolfshifter, old or young, no matter from what pack, was ever meant to be with anyone other than their true mate. For that reason, Milo had never even kissed a girl before, even though he was nineteen. No holding hands, no kissing, no hugging, no attraction. It was all saved for his true mate, meant only for her. Whoever this mystery girl was that he was drawn to, Milo Belesone had been created just for her. And the very thought that she was close by sent his heart racing and his spine tingling with apprehension.

What if he found her tonight? What if she loved him back? What if she didn’t love him? What if she wouldn’t accept him? What if they kissed? What if they didn’t?

His mind was in utter turmoil. For years he had felt that connection between them, but no matter how close she felt at times, he still hadn’t found her. Sometimes, the connection completely disappeared for days or weeks, which wasn’t normal. He knew that mates just didn’t disappear from one another’s lives. Yes, his mate was out there, he knew it with every fiber of his being, but for some reason, he kept losing her. It was as if she was able to consciously cut off their connection whenever she wanted and it felt so much like rejection that Milo grieved for her often.

A true mate should never refuse the one that they were made for, but the laws of free will meant that they could. Milo had felt enough heartache in his lifetime to know what would happen if his mate rejected him. It would be unbearable.

He rushed downstairs and out the front door of the Alpha house—the biggest in the village—careful not to disturb anyone. The guards at the door didn’t so much as blink as he raced past them and out into the forest. He often went for late-night runs. It was the only way to ease the tension and the pressure of being the Alpha … the only way to grieve in peace.

Milo barely got halfway to his destination when the grief began to overwhelm him. The connection had disappeared again. He fell to his knees, not breathing hard, not panting or out of breath, but from the sheer struggle to keep his emotions in check. An Alpha should never be rejected by his mate. He felt worthless, useless, and stupid, unworthy of his title and the respect that it gave him in the pack.

Now, he needed his extra senses more than ever. He allowed himself to walk the remainder of the way toward his chosen spot. Milo stepped through the trees and into the clearing, returning to the place where he felt most connected to his mate, and began undressing. He would need his clothes intact for returning home in the morning, but for now, he needed his wolf. He needed to feel everything, to sense everything, to see everything just in case she was near. He laid his clothes on a nearby boulder and allowed his body to shift and contort into a large wolf. He was the biggest of his pack as Alpha, and it felt good to feel his strong muscles forming, to have firm, sure footed paws leading him into the middle of the meadow.

It was the most beautiful place that he had ever seen. Milo walked his wolf body into the very center of the meadow and lay down, then placed his head on his front paws. The grief overwhelmed him now, as always. She wasn’t here. She had never been here. Somewhere inside, he continued to hope that the beauty of the area and his strong scent that he left behind there would draw her to the meadow, but it never did. The beauty was lost to him yet again. The blues and yellows and greens of the wild, overgrown grass with its weeds and flowers created a multitude of scents and wonder for the wolf to watch. The bees were busy, the birds were chirping away and it was a safe haven amongst a village of people.

Comfort and sadness suddenly swept over him. He needed this place … now, more than ever before. Milo knew that he was very lucky that he had been given time, since he had been made Alpha so young—at just seventeen—by his father’s illness and his grandfather’s death. He had time to train, learn and to step up to his position, time to drop out of school for his last two years and focus on being Alpha. However, he had gone back to school as soon as he was ready, repeating his lost years to show the others in the pack how important education was. He was their leader, and he had to set a good example, but he had also been granted a rare privilege: he had been given more time to find his true mate than any other Alpha.

Most Alphas were supposed to be united to their true mate by the end of their eighteenth birthday, when they officially became a man. Eighteen was the age when their true mate bond really developed into something that made it possible for two true mates to find each other. All they had to do was to pass each other, look into each other’s faces and they knew. It was instinctual, and the wolves inside of them helped along the way.

Milo had a good sense of his true mate even before that—almost like a radar—to tell him when she was close and when he was most likely to find her in their lands, but he had never found her. He began to wonder if he ever would. This continual feeling her presence and then losing her again was making him insane, making him worry for her safety. What had happened to break their connection? Milo let out a sigh that, in his wolf body became a small huff. He was running out of time to find her. His twentieth birthday was fast approaching and he wasn’t sure that he would be allowed to continue searching for her once it passed. No Alpha had ever ruled his pack this long without a mate.

True mates made Alpha’s stronger, faster, more resilient wolves. True mates made them complete. And how could Milo forget the most important factor of being an Alpha—to produce an heir. He certainly couldn’t do that alone, but he also knew that he couldn’t do that with anyone other than his true mate. He had to find her soon … before the Elder Council got ideas of finding him another girl.

It could only happen to an Alpha. Only Alpha’s were ever allowed to take a mate that wasn’t their true mate. The only exception was when a true mate died and the other was left alone. Then, they were allowed to take another to their hearts, but Milo wasn’t sure that he could even do that. How could he be with a girl that wasn’t his true mate? To kiss her and love her and give her an heir? His every sense screamed at him how wrong it was, but he had no choice. He had less than fifteen days until his birthday. If he hadn’t found his true mate by then, he knew that he would be forced to do the unthinkable. His choice was simple: find his true mate or step down as Alpha.”

 

Fourth we have A R Flowers

A R Flowers is a native of Maryland. Better known to her friends as Alle loves her cat Scruffie, taking walks, playing guitar, riding her Harley and is a football fanatic. Since she was the ripe age of 12, her favorite team has been the Green Bay Packers. Allie attended college in Maryland achieving a B.S. in Criminal Justice from Coppin University and a M.S. in Human Services Administration with a minor in Psychology from the University of Baltimore; she is completing her Doctorate in Public Policy/Psychology.

A R started writing children’s books and then romance which remain unpublished. Her first love has been paranormal. She has always been fascinated with vampires, reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Anne Rice’s Interview with a Vampire. She studied and researched the subject further and only then did she decide to write Forbidden Kiss (Julian’s Mate), which is her Debut Book, the first book in the Protection Detail series; followed by a novella centering on the two main characters. The final book in the series will be released the end of May 2014 is Hers To Protect. A second novella will be released for the holidays. She also has other WIP’s that she will keep her friends and fans up-to-date on. She can be reached on Twitter at www.twitter.com/@AllieFlowers7, www.pinterest.com/allieflowers 7, and www.facebook.com/allie.flowers.7 and www.author pages www.amazon.com/B00F5Z7DKK, www.facebook.com/673539142709998.

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A R’s book links are www.amazon.com/dp/B00F5IRV5E and www.amazon.com/dp/B00IDD86DY

Fifth we have Ashley Beale
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Ashley Beale is a self published indie author of Contemporary Romance. Although all her novels run in the adult romance genre, each one is uniquely different than the last! Ashley has a love for triangles, angst, cliffhangers, and happily ever afters- and it shows in all her novels.

Currently the Amazon international bestselling author has six published novels with a seventh coming out May 12th- Ex Convict. Her first published novel, Burning Attraction, released in July 2013- that is when Ashley knew that her life would forever be changed. A secret hobby turned into a full time job, in which she loves! Even with six releases and one book signing under her belt, she knows a life as an author has barely begun- and cannot wait to see what more this new world has in store.

Ashley currently resides in the beautiful state of Maine with her two children. She has lived there most of her life, and plans to until her children are in college. Then she’ll be somewhere warm & sunny! In her spare time (something very rare!!), you can find her reading, writing, or simply spending time with friends and family. She really enjoys interacting with her fans, and getting to know other writers.

You can find Ashley on facebook at http://www.facebook.com/ashleybealeauthor and stay up to date on everything at www.ashleybeale.com, where she has a list of all her upcoming signings for 2014 & 2015, as well as her future book releases!

Amazon author link: http://www.amazon.com/Ashley-Beale/e/B00GCV5CK4/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1399000222&sr=8-2-ent

Books: Cassie series- Burning Attraction, Fearless Attraction, Lasting Attraction

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