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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


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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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.”


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)


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 – Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel by Shakuita Johnson

Tomorrow starts the official week long blog tour for my third book Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel… 19 blogs have signed up but I figured I’d kick the tour off first 🙂


“A friendship forged out of necessity

A bond broken and turned into hatred

One once looked at as a brother

The other loved to much and too soon”

James Johnston and Kain O’Grady once had a bond like no other ever seen before. Not only were they brothers of the heart, they were also lovers.

Centuries they spent at each other’s side. Through good times and through bad, but never did their relationship suffer until one pregnancy and one prophecy changes their lives forever.

Betrayal is seen at every corner and madness close behind.


A Prequel

Dark Indiscretions #0.5

Shakuita Johnson

“A friendship forged out of necessity

A bond broken and turned into hatred

One once looked at as a brother

The other loved to much and too soon”

James Johnston and Kain O’Grady once had a bond like no other ever seen before. Not only were they brothers of the heart, they were also lovers.

Centuries they spent at each other’s side. Through good times and through bad, but never did their relationship suffer until one pregnancy and one prophecy changes their lives forever.

Betrayal is seen at every corner and madness close behind.



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Excerpt #1

James didn’t know what to say to comfort Kain so he just said nothing. He let his body talk for him. He turned his body around so he was facing Kain and looked into his honey-colored eyes and felt something he couldn’t explain. His eyes traveled down Kain’s face and settled on his lips. He remembered that kiss just before he died. He wanted to feel Kain’s lips on his again. He moved his hands to run up Kain’s chest.

“What are you doing?” came Kain’s breathy inquire.

“Shh,” was all James said in reply.

He brought his lips to Kain’s again and this time pressed more firmly. He hadn’t a clue what he was doing but whatever it was he needed more. He felt not only himself but Kain’s hardness. He moved himself to straddle Kain’s thighs and let out a groan when their penises came in contact with each other. He wrapped his arms around Kain’s neck and felt Kain’s arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Locking them together more firmly. He started to rock his hips slowly and heard Kain’s breath catch in his throat, followed by a small growl.

Their kisses were becoming sloppier and more hurried. James started to rock his hips a little faster. He didn’t know what either of them needed but he just knew he needed to go faster. Kain’s lips left his to suck on his neck. He could feel the scrap of his fangs and it only served to make him moan louder. Water was sloshing all about as their thrusts grew quicker and their breathing harsher. He could fill tingling all over his body and his claws begin to curl out from his fingers. Whatev

er they were doing felt wonderful and he never wanted it to stop. Kain kept nibbling and sucking on his neck and had even removed one of his arms to fist his hand in James’s hair. Suddenly Kain pulled James’s head back and struck. His fangs embedded deeply into his neck and before James knew what was happening a shout was escaping his throat as thick ropes of fluid left his body through his penis. Kain experienced the same sensation.

Kain took his fangs out of James’s neck and bared his own flesh. Seconds later he felt pleasure unlike anything else when James pulled blood from his neck. Whatever they had just done would have to be repeated as many times as they could. Next time he would make sure to stretch it out, though. He vaguely remembered James licking on his neck before sleep took him from not only the shock of James’s second death but the sensations his body had just experienced. He was fairly certain that James had fallen asleep as well. The only thought he had was that it was going to be freezing in the bath when they awoke.


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Excerpt #2

James looked up from the dirt piles he was playing with at the sound of someone shuffling up the valley. The midday sun was hot, blinding him with its light. Through the sunbeams, a small boy ambled to where James knelt in the dirt. He had never seen this boy before and James was wary. Mystics were the top of the food chain, and his father would kill him if he let someone get the better of him. It didn’t matter that he was only six or that the boy appeared smaller than him. It wouldn’t do to be taken by surprise by this stranger. He stood, baring his tiny fangs.

“Who are you? Why have you come here?” James growled, voice tinny but fierce. Even at six, he was a trained killer.

“My name is Kain. Our parents were talking down towards camp. They said you were here playing. I asked if I could come join you, so here I am.” Kain’s tiny hands curled to his side and his head cocked.

“Are you new here?” James asked, fangs still visible. He wasn’t ready to retract them just yet.

“Yes, we walked about two weeks time to get to this part of the hillside,” Kain said. “Would it be alright if I played with you?”

James eyed the strange boy suspiciously.

“Are you a Mystic, too?”

Kain smiled, his top lip pulling back to reveal his own set of small, pearly fangs.

“You don’t have a sister?” James asked.

“No. It’s just me.”

“Me too! Want to be bestest friends?” James withdrew his fangs at this unprecedented prospect.

“Yes!” Kain shouted while bouncing up and down, hands waving wildly.

“Good. We will be friends forever and ever.” James said with confidence.

To secure their blood bond forever, the two boys each nicked the tips of their forefingers with their fangs until blood bubbled at the slight wounds. When their bloody fingertips touched, an instant, unbreakable bond was sealed. They would be best friends forever, even as long as they both still lived and even passing into death. A bond between two Mystics could very well last forever. If nothing came between them, then James and Kain could be blood bound for an eternity.



Ten Fun Facts

1. I’m a Scorpio and I take it seriously.

2. I enjoy reading M/M pregnancy paranormal.

3. I still cry on One Tree Hill episodes even though I know what’s going to happen.

4. I wrote Dark Indiscretions for my best friend Gavin.

5. I’m very introverted.

6. I’m the oldest of 5 brothers.

7. I’m doubled jointed.

8. I’ve never taken a ballet, gymnastics, or any class like it before.

9. I took 3 years of Spanish and still can’t speak it or understand most of it.

10. I don’t like wearing shoes.



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About the Author

Shakuita Johnson is a 29-year-old Psychology major. When she isn’t going to school or working, she is doing what she loves most. Writing. She started writing in middle school. Starting with poetry. Then short stories in a creative writing course her senior year. Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine Goosebumps books and TV shows, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. Visit her online and read her poems and one attempt at songwriting on her blog at http://www.dark-indiscretions.com. You can also find her at www.facebook.com/shakuitajohnson. Check out her website at www.authorshakuitajohnson.com.


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Book Blast – Wounded by Shannon Mayer

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“My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker.”
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.

The clock is ticking and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the casualty list is growing. And with each name that is added to those we’ve lost, my confidence cracks a little more.
Yet there is hope.
A child saved.
A life lost.
A prophecy fulfilled.

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“You don’t think that all of the disasters that humanity has faced were all natural, do you? The bubonic
plague is a good example. It was blamed on a number of things. Rats, the Jewish people, punishment
from God. It all led to a cleansing of anything unusual. Mostly supernaturals, who were trying to blend in,
and in that process the humans wiped out many of their best defenders against the demon population,
which then went on to spread the plague across the world. But that is just one example.”
“What was the point though, wouldn’t the demons have wanted people to be alive so they could
possess them?” Liam asked.
Erik gave a ruthful smile. “Yes and no. The bubonic plague wasn’t so much about killing people off, as
it was infecting them. Making them weak and easier to possess. The plague compromised their immune
systems, allowing them to be taken over. Especially the young.”
Something about what Erik said sent a twang through my brain. I struggled to put the pieces together
that floated just out of reach. Damn it. Liam touched my arm. “What?”
I closed my eyes and pressed my palms into them, blocking out any light. “Just let me think for a
The feel of the night air and the sound of the fountain filled my ears as I looked at the pieces one by
Demons escaped in London who bred fast.
Minor supernaturals were being possessed by lesser demons and evil spirits.
Packs of Orion’s demons were free to cause chaos.
The only thing we were missing was a plague and then Orion would have access to all the young
people he wanted. The urge to vomit swelled up through my stomach and burned the back of my throat.
“Children are normally hard to possess, aren’t they?” That was why it had taken a full pentagram
when the black coven was trying to have India possessed so many months ago. At least, that was what I
Bert bobbed his head. “Yes, it can be very difficult to possess a child. There is a natural protection
over the young when it comes to demons, something the elementals put into play.” He grimaced as he
said ‘elemental’ and again I wondered at these particular supernaturals that I’d only just been hearing
about. “But when the small humans are ill, that protection goes into keeping them alive, rather than
keeping them from being possessed.”
Feeling like a bully, but not really caring, I leaned in to Bert. “How did the bubonic plague really start?”
An interesting thing happened. Bert paled and shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”
My eyebrows shot up and I glanced at Erik. “You want to make him talk, or do you want me to make
him talk?”
Erik shrugged. “Either way is fine. I haven’t interrogated a demon in years. I’ve missed it.”
Bert paled even more and his lower lip trembled. “I can’t tell you. I can’t. Tracker, Slayer both of you
have to trust me. Please.”
“Begging will get you nowhere, little demon.” Erik growled. He had a short, serrated knife in his hand
that he’d pulled from somewhere within his robes. It was curved, like a skinning knife, and if it hadn’t
been for the rough edges that’s what I would have called it.
“Track demons and evil spirits.” Bert blurted out as he fell to his knees. “Proof I am on your side. Track
them; you’ll see it isn’t me fooling you.”
Erik paused and looked over at me. “Up to you. Personally, I’d just as soon dice him up.”
“Fuck, why not, Tracking will take me two seconds.” I grumbled.
I send out a thread to Track demons as a whole, paired with a thread for evil spirits, just to satisfy—
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I swayed on my feet and went to one knee, the overwhelming wash of pings I got back seriously
making me re-think getting out of bed the day before.
We were surrounded by Orion’s minions.
Hundreds of them.


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ShannonMayer (2)Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her.

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Blog Tour – Shadow Cursed by N. L. Hoffmann

U.S. Marshal, Jacey Noble, has just taken a well-deserved vacation when one of her fugitives

ends up murdered. Detective Trent Vinolva is less than enthusiastic to take on a new partner, especially

the hot-blooded Jacey. When they encounter a werewolf at the scene, Jacey is thrust into a new world

of supernatural beings and high-stakes encounters with no one else to turn to but Trent.

Jacey discovers that she’s a Shadow, one of an order of powerful beings that are able to

manipulate darkness. Amidst the whirlwind of discovering her newly activated powers, Jacey must solve

the murder while battling sexual tension with Detective Vinolva. Things get interesting when the pair is

led to Jacey’s demon father and her flame throwing sister. Finding herself in a new world on the brink of

supernatural war, Jacey doesn’t know who to trust. She must rely on instinct to traverse the


With the Supernatural Council and Trent, Jacey attempts to accomplish the impossible: evade

the Shadows who are on her tail and solve a murder. The only assurance in Shadow Cursed is

uncertainty. Jacey must journey down a trail of mystery, destruction, and romance.

Shadow Cursed

N.L. Hoffmann


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Excerpt #1

My house looked the same as when I left it, but when I got up to the door, I could feel there was

a change in the atmosphere. The feeling was unexplainable, but I knew there was someone in the

house. My gun was in my harness, so I pulled it out. Slowly, I unlocked the door, kicking it open to startle

whoever was waiting inside. Nothing happened. I moved in, looking in all directions. Frowning when I

didn’t see anything, I pointed the gun over toward my sofa, where two people sat, looking comfortable.

One was a good-looking guy with sandy blond hair and green eyes that appeared to be amused with my


“Hey! That’s my vacation popcorn, jerk!” I glared at him as he munched from the bowl I just had

the night before. Did he pick that shit up off the floor?

The guy grinned and slowly popped another piece in his mouth. “Never had it with chocolate

before. It’s not bad.”

Next to him was a woman that was clearly not amused with how we were interacting. She wore

her blond hair back in a high ponytail, her makeup done in a way that screamed dominatrix or psycho

bitch. She snatched the popcorn bowl away from the man and set it on the table. Her nails were long

and sharp, painted blood red. What stood out the most about her was that she was dressed in all black

leather. Not something I would do, but since she had a great body, the woman was able to pull it off.

With me, I’d be walking funny as I made noises from the leather.

“Put the gun down, Jacey.” She looked down at her nails like she was bored with me already.

Hello, I have a gun!

“I don’t follow orders.” I say, shrugging. Damn Trent for not following me home.

Men were such assholes sometimes. It was ridiculous!

Nodding, the guy put his feet up on my coffee table, his shit kickers not even close to clean.

“Hey, I bought that off a military guy who got it from Germany.” I went over and kicked his boots off.

“Respect my shit. You’re worse than a kid.”

The woman looked over at her partner. “Knock it off, you can flirt later.”

“This is flirting? Crap, I am totally doing it wrong. Breaking into homes and eating their food is a

much better idea!” I acted like I was impressed with the technique.

“My name is Luca Taborn. This bitch is my partner, Casey Banks, and we are here to bring you in

for violating the Shadow code.”


Excerpt #2

After rubbing my eyes, I focus in on a figure standing in the corner of the bedroom. It was Trent,

and his gaze on me seemed suspicious. He looks even better in the light! His tanned skin fit

perfectly with his eyes so blue that they seemed unnatural. They were practically electric and I found

that both beautiful and creepy at the same time. We could get passed that. After we get married, they

will become normal to me. Then there was his bad boy, rock star haircut, which pointed out in several

directions to finally swoop out a little in the front. His hair was dark like I thought it was, almost like a

dark brown, but closer to black. He looked every bit of the bad boy that I thought him to be. The man

always seemed to have an intense look about him, and the shadowy beard he now sported only

enhanced it.

Smiling what I considered my sexy smile, I said, “So did we um-“ I did the hand motions of what

kids learned in school meant humping.

His eyes widened, either in shock or disgust.

I frowned. “What? Am I the ugly coyote?”

Trent shook his head, wiping a hand over his face that was clearly showing signs of stubble. My

head tilted to the side as I heard his hand move over the scruff. It made my stomach flip, in a good way.

“We did not have sex.” He grumbled.

Throwing my hands up in the air, I glared. “Seriously? You can’t do this when we get married. I

have to get laid at least twice a day. Sometimes more. We can use the breastfeeding room at my


“We aren’t going to get married.”  He made a face. “And the breastfeeding room? That is

just wrong.”

Winking, I smiled. “It’s just a room. It has a cot. It will work.”


Excerpt #3 

Shrugging, I eyed him as he continued to circle me. Was he the tiger and I, his prey?

“I am also a Shadow, your enemy.”

“There is that.” He stopped in front of me, a hand coming up to touch my face. I let him. I should

have flipped out and tried to bite his hand or something, but I wanted to be touched. By someone.

Anyone. “I can tell you are different, though.”

The way he said it made me feel like someone actually believed in me.  No one in my life

ever took me seriously, yet here was this beautiful man standing in front of me, saying all the right

things. His eyes were a brilliant blue, and reminded me of one of those summer days without a cloud in

the sky. “How do you know?”

Evander leaned forward, his lips brushing over mine. My whole body shivered, causing my knees

to go weak. He put an arm around my waist. “I can tell because the power I feel rolling off of you is

unlike anything I have felt before. There have been stories about a beautiful woman who would lead the


That could be anyone,” I whisper, his lips hardly an inch away.

“No, I am pretty sure that you are the one.” Finally, his lips connect with mine, his arms

wrapping me against him. I respond instantly to him, my desire building. All I wanted to do was rip his

clothes off. It was like prom night all over again, when I tried to make Daniel Hawkins lose his virginity to

me. I know that usually happens the other way around with the guy trying to get the girl to put out. But

hey, girls have needs, too.

My mind went blank when his fingers lightly grazed the small of my back, making heat rise in me

so fast I was having a hard time standing up. He felt me responding, so he went for my shirt. I helped

him, letting it drop to the floor. As his eyes traveled my body, I didn’t feel as insecure as I usually did. I

actually felt beautiful to him. Powerful in my own way. Then his eyes landed on my tattoos. He used a

gentle finger to touch them, going around to my back. He kissed my neck. “My Queen. You have the


I was too into the feeling of him touching me to respond intelligently. He came back around and

kissed my neck on the opposite side, then lowered to my collar bone. “Have dinner with me.” He said.

I laughed, breathlessly. “Didn’t we just do that?”

Evander flashed me another smile. “Not properly. I want to show you that I am more than a

man who wants sex.” He took a deep breath as if trying to control himself, his hands rubbing up my

sides. “It will be hard, but I will stop myself, for now.”

Smiling back at him, I touch the skin on his stomach by putting my hands under his shirt. “As

long as we can come back to your place afterwards.”


Ten Fun Facts about N.L. Hoffmann

1.       Love nail polish… I have over 100 right now

2.       I am random. I will talk about one thing but

suddenly bring up another

3.       I enjoy pranking people

4.       I love my car and treat it like my other child

5.       My kids have inherited my creepiness

6.       I am a quiet person

7.       I draw tattoos, several of them have been put on

bodies including the one that covers my husband’s entire back.

8.       I wish I was ninja

9.       I like to travel

10.   Is an Army brat




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About the Author

N.L Hoffmann is a new paranormal romance author who is currently working on a series called

The Daughters of Darkness. Her first book, Blood Slaves, released in January 2014 and just recently on

August 1, 2014 she released book two of the series, Shadow Cursed.

Hoffmann was born in Germany to her German native mother and her American soldier father.

The family moved home to the states, where she grew up in a rural farm town in Michigan with

her parents and two younger brothers. There, in her pre-teens, is when she began writing and

developed her love for literature.

Today, Hoffmann resides in a small town in Missouri with her husband and three children. When

Hoffmann isn’t busy putting words on the page she enjoys reading, drawing, playing loving pranks on

her husband (such as, painting his toenails hot pink while he sleeping), and spending time with her


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Winters Saga Series
Author: Jami Brumfield
Publication Date: Apr 29, 2014
Publisher: Beau Coup Publishing
Genre: Young Adult/ Paranormal Romance


Lone Wolf Rising (Winters Saga Book 1)

Book 1 in the Winters Saga Series begins with Lone Wolf Rising

has deadly consequences. Seventeen year old Rebecca Winters’ main goal
for ten years has been to graduate high school and take down the people
who killed her parents. When she stumbled upon a werewolf pack in the
middle of Phoenix, she knew she’d found a way to make her dream come
true. Instead of getting vengeance, an act of war has put her into a
position of power and forces her to put her thirst for family justice on
a temporary hold.

He is duty bound to protect her.
Lucian (Lucky) Lamont is a member of the Protectors, an elite
supernatural police force who works for the Authority. Their main goal
is to keep humans in the dark about the creatures who live among them.
Lucky is assigned to protect and manage Rebecca, despite her refusal of
help. His cover is simple; he poses as the dutiful ‘pretend’ boyfriend
in order to keep an eye on the new alpha wolf.

She is his mate.

Black though taking his pack back from the witch who was chosen as the
new alpha would be simple. He thought wrong. His entire world was turned
upside down the moment he met Rebecca at the Authority Council
meeting…and he was hooked the moment he kissed her to prove she wasn’t
dating his best friend, Lucky.

It’s like being torn between two lovers.

is pulled in hundreds of different directions while she attempts to
find a way to survive the supernatural world, protect her family, and
discover who massacred her entire pack days before her first
transformation. She doesn’t have time for romance.

But the heart wants what the heart wants.

And the wolf gets what the wolf wants – or so her alpha believes. While
Rebecca manages to keep her head above water as she unlocks political
and family secrets which could destroy her, she loses sight of the most
important people in her life and one of them pays the ultimate price.


He maneuvered her back against the wall and moved in close.

“You need to be more careful if you plan to protect your family,” he

Her human half knew he was right. It was also one of those rare moments her
wolf agreed.

“It’s not like I ran home to show her,” she said. “She saw me limping and
grabbed my arm. She pulled up my sleeve and reacted. Besides, they should have
been healed by then. This cut,” she held up her bandaged hand, “is
already gone.”

“Like I told you, your healing focuses on the most life threatening wounds
first. Bruises are always the last to heal.” His answer made logical
sense. He started to move away from her and she grabbed his waist, pulling him
back into their little corner. She wasn’t done talking to him. “They lasted for
hours. How was I to know?”

“You need to be more careful.”

He was beginning to sound like a broken record. In fact, everyone seemed to
have that same advice. How was she supposed to be more careful when she didn’t
understand anything? No one seemed to grasp this was new to her and she needed
time to understand everything. No one seemed to see that she was scared and was
constantly being backed into a corner, being forced to react, and left to
wonder if she made the right decision. She closed her eyes against the common
phrase she has heard so much lately and decided to change the subject.

“Are we going to talk about the kiss from last night?” Or the fact
that you punched Gabriel when he kissed me a few minutes ago? She kept that
last thought to herself but didn’t release her grip on his waist. It made her
feel powerful as his golden amber eyes took on a darker hue. The urge to run
her fingers over his six pack abs and chest was overwhelming. If they weren’t
in the school she would have. It would completely go against her decision to
stay away from Lucky and Gabriel in the romantic sense, and then there was
still the small matter that they were only using dating as a cover. But none of
that matter when she was this close to him.

He moved in closer, his lips inches from her ear. His warm breath invaded her
senses and sent electricity through her body. It took every ounce of will power
to remain still. The silence stretched on painfully.


And with that he took a step back and grabbed her hand. “What took you so
long in the restroom?” It appeared the conversation about the kiss or the
passionate moments they share was over, just like that.

Annoyance and frustration raked her body. She refused to let him see her hurt
ego or let him know he was rattling her.

‘He isn’t meant for you anyway,’ the alpha whispered in her mind.

‘That isn’t your decision.’ Rebecca shook her head to clear it, but keeping
things professional between them would definitely help the situation.

She went along with his change of subject, for now. “I ran into Sundae.
She seemed to be interested in the fact that I’m a werewolf.”

“Oh?” Interest entered his face and eyes.

“Yes, she asked if I was happy.” Rebecca shrugged.

“Hmm, that’s interesting. I wonder why?”

“I don’t know. Truthfully, I think she saw me looking at her in the quad.
She seemed to want to intimidate me more than actually carry on a conversation.
I got the distinct feeling she wanted me to understand she’s more dangerous
than she looks. She even called me a little wolf.” Rebecca almost laughed
at the thought. “Which is funny considering she is much smaller and
obviously weaker than me.”

He stopped and set his intent amber eyes on her. “Be careful of the dream
weaver, Rebecca. She’s far more dangerous than she looks.”

“I got that. My wolf warned me. Sundae did a pretty good job of creeping me
out, too.” She shivered.

“I’m serious, Rebecca.”

She wanted to laugh, but something in his look gave her pause. She didn’t want
Lucky to see that Sundae worried her. She was tired of feeling scared and
having to hide it to the world. “What? Okay, so they can give me
nightmares. So I’ll have some sleepless nights, no biggie.”

“The myth that if you die in your sleep you die in reality is very true.
They are far better assassins than allies.” Lucky spoke slowly to make
sure the words hit home. The fact that someone as strong and trained to battle
enemies could get unnerved by a small chick didn’t help matters. It only made
her feel more worried.

A shiver ran down her spine. Assassins, the word hit a chord deep inside. Lucky
hinted at it before Rebecca confronted Sundae about it in the bathroom, but
hearing him talk about this with such a grave expression on his face made it
more real. The idea was creepy but made logical sense in a weird, supernatural

Rebecca shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. The random thoughts of
concern seemed to pile on top of each other. Before she chose to be a werewolf
the biggest problem she had was finding ways to avoid depression every night.
Now she had enemies she never knew existed, a fake boyfriend who was pretending
not to be a bodyguard, a family that hid the fact that they were powerful
witches, a group of rogue wolves who wanted to rejoin the pack, a pack that she
was now Alpha of, and not to mention she also had someone spying on her from
afar. The last thing she needed to worry about was a sleep assassin. “I’ll
be careful.” She promised.

The mood had suddenly taken a solemn tone and she decided she needed to lighten
it with a fun change of subject. “So why did you punch Gabriel?”

“Why did he kiss you?” The intensity in the look he gave her made her
wonder if he thought she’d invited the kiss.

“I had nothing to do with his decision to kiss me.” She put up three
fingers and said, “Scouts honor.” The memory of the intense feelings
his kiss ignited inside her began bubbling up inside her and she had a sneaking
suspicion her wolf had something to do with the sudden flooding of feelings.

‘Traitor!’ Rebecca snapped in her mind. The wolf simply laughed playfully.

“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“No!” She answered quickly, which got her raised eyebrows from Lucky.

‘Yes.’ The wolf smiled in her mind.

And there was the question Rebecca was dreading. She planned to make fun over
the punch not get on the topic of Gabriel’s kiss.

She shook her head. “It wasn’t me that enjoyed it.” She didn’t know
how to explain this to him, but she knew she needed to try.

“Come on, Becca. I heard you.” Betrayal played in his eyes as he
continued his path towards class.

“It’s my wolf. She’s attracted to him. Not me.” Rebecca took his arm
and spun him towards her. “I know we’re using this ‘fake’ relationship as
a cover. I’m not stupid! But I can’t change my attraction and desire for you.
And ever since that kiss last night all I can think about is doing this.”
She reached up and pulled his head to hers, crushing her lips to his, desperate
to show him her need. His lips were like stone for a moment, but he lost all
resolve when her hands sank into his silky hair at the nape of his neck.

He deepened the kiss with a growl of frustration as his hand wound around her
waist and pulled her against him. She was thankful the halls were empty in that
moment, but if they weren’t everything would have simply faded away. In that
moment it was only them, the rest of the world stood still. Their size
difference made it hard to get closer, so he lifted her up slightly and she
wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. When his
tongue slipped into her mouth she felt the moan escape and his groan in
response only pulled her further into the kiss.

He pulled back and shook his head. “This can’t keep happening.”

His voice was raspy and breathless and hit her like a pail of water putting out
the flames of desire burning in her body. He set her down and took three steps
backward, putting a hand up when she took a step forward.

The gesture made her freeze.

“Why?” It was a single word question that held so much meaning.

“It’s not allowed. I’m a Nephilim and you’re a wolf, an alpha of all
things. The Authority frowns on mixed relationships, and I’m technically

Rebecca took a deep breath as she digested his words. “Okay, we could
battle the Authority. My parents did it, didn’t they? But engaged?” She
shook her head in confusion. “Who? How? Why? You never said
anything.” Her head was spinning with this new information. Now, in a
strange way, she understood why he kept pushing her away.

“I’m promised to someone, have been since birth. If we both live to be
twenty-seven it’s expected that we marry and have kids.” He tried to
explain, but had a helpless look on his face. “Besides, you’re an alpha.
You’ll be expected to marry a wolf in the pack and that wolf has already made
his first play for you.”

Vampire Princess Rising (Winters Saga Book 2)

Savannah Winters went from homecoming queen to vampire princess in one
terrifying night. Now she must find a way to survive the dark world she
lives without letting the anger and depression overwhelm and destroy
her. Maintaining a balance between her supernatural identity and human
cover is more difficult then she could ever imagine. And her decision to
separate herself from her family only makes matters worse. How could
she forgive her sister, Rebecca for the role she played in her demise?

It’s a question Rebecca struggles with herself as she attempts to
rebuild the Arizona wolf pack after the massacre that left her a lone
wolf. How can she convince her dear sweet sister, Savannah to forgive

While Rebecca and Savannah juggle the challenges of their new
identities, responsibilities, political alliances, and the men in their
lives Hunter becomes obsessed with unlocking the powers they have as
natural born witches and finding a cure to the viruses that changed his
sisters lives indefinitely.

More family secrets unravel and threaten to destroy the fragile
connection the Winters siblings share while more enemies come out of the
darkness to tear their new worlds apart.


Martina pushed Savannah through the door of another store.
They’d already gotten scarves of all different colors, jewelry, mostly silver
of course, some new designer jeans, slacks and skirts, and well-crafted
blouses. Savannah was beginning to feel like a mannequin as clothes were draped
on her body and colors were checked. Viktor and Celestia were sparing no
expense to make sure their investment was well dressed and looked the part.
Martina flew through the dress store, pulling items of different colors and
designs off the racks as Viktor smiled shyly at Savannah. It was the first time
he was not otherwise occupied with his phone and they were alone.

“You’re very pretty.” He smiled warmly.

“Really? Because after this whole experience I was beginning to think I wasn’t
good enough to be a princess,” she snapped coldly.

“Vampires are big on ritual and expectations. You’re perfect in my book.
However, as a royal you’re expected to be beyond perfect. Higher standards are
placed upon you.” He turned those unique violet eyes on her, eyes that reminded
her of her father. “Your life depends on acting the part, especially now that
we’re officially engaged.”

Savannah folded her arms at her chest. “I don’t consider us engaged,

“Really? Why is that?”

This man was clueless. She exhaled a frustrated breath out and watched as her
bangs played in the uncommon breeze. “An engagement, in my book, consists of a
man getting down on one knee and asking. This…” she waved her hand in
impatience “…is all formality and protection. Where is the romance, the
tingles, the earth shattering kisses, the mind boggling make out sessions…?”

Savannah was so wrapped up in her wish list that she didn’t even notice Viktor
had gotten down on one knee until Martina dropped the items in her hands and

“What are you doing? Get up!” Savannah looked around at everyone staring at
them. Vampires were not allowed to draw attention to themselves in public

“It may not be the perfect romance…but you will teach me what I need to do.” He
pulled out a ring box from the breast pocket of his elegant sports jacket and
held it out. “Savannah Ariel Matthews Winters you intrigue me immensely and I
cannot wait to spend forever getting to know you better. Would you do me the
honor of becoming my bride?”

Her heart fluttered. It wasn’t the speech she imagined, but it wasn’t bad. She
looked around, camera phones were rolling. Oh hell! She tried to hide the eye
roll. They were on stage now. Appearances were of the utmost importance. “Yes.”
She had no choice but to say it.

“What was that?” he asked with a grin on his face. He heard her, he was a

“Yes, I will marry you,” she said louder so everyone could hear.

The grin that broke out across his face was brilliant. He stood up and wrapped
his arms around her waist, lifted her up into an embrace, and spun them around.
“That was the first and only time I will ever do that,” he whispered against
her ear. “Now we are officially engaged.” The smile didn’t leave his face when
he put her down.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss” was the chant that broke out from the crowd that had
gathered to witness her fake proposal.

He turned those eyes back onto hers. “I’m going to kiss you now.” It wasn’t a
request, it was a statement. He moved closer, placing his hands on her slender
hips tentatively. Then with a jerk he pulled her against him, weaving a spell
around her senses. He moved his lips close to hers, so close but not touching.
One hand moved up her spine to her neck. Tingles shot a trail up and a blush crept
onto her cheeks as his body gave away his desire to claim her. “May I kiss you
now?” His fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of her neck and lifted her
lips toward his, still not touching.

She was so wrapped up in the spell he was weaving that she almost missed his

“Savannah, I won’t kiss you until you give me permission.”

He had somehow managed to turn a business arrangement into something more in a
matter of minutes. His lips brushed so close to her skin she felt herself light
up without a touch. His other hand raised up and gently tucked a loose strand
of her hair behind her ear, then caressed her cheek. “May I?”

“Yes.” Her word came out breathlessly, but he heard her. The smirk that spread
across his lips was unsettling but she gave little thought to it when his lips
touched hers. Gentle at first and then he deepened the kiss and possessed her
mouth with his. She was vaguely aware of the cheers in the background as he
continued to assault her senses with a mixture of tenderness and
possessiveness. As far as earth shattering kisses goes, he got a gold star.

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Jami M Brumfield
has a passion for the paranormal, supernatural, and mythological worlds
for most of her life. She believes there is a kernel of truth in every
story and loves playing detective to discover what that hidden truth is.
She has written most of her life. She started with poems and short
stories, then graduated to journalism working for online websites like
examiner.com. It was only a natural progression that her love of writing
and her passion for the unknown would combine. The Winters Saga is the
product of that union.

Book one in the Winters Saga
“Lone Wolf Rising” focuses on teen witch Rebecca who in a series of
unnatural events finds herself a teen wolf and alpha of the Arizona
pack. She is suddenly thrust into a world where danger lurks around
every corner and love becomes a liability. Her thirst for vengeance
begins to destroy her family and someone she loves pays the ultimate

Book two in the Winters Saga “Vampire Princess
Rising” continues the story that began in Lone Wolf Rising only the
focal character is Rebecca’s sister Savannah. She went from homecoming
queen to vampire princess in one terrible night and her life… undead
life will never be the same. Family secrets continue to unravel for the
Winters siblings and danger continues to build as a supernatural war
starts to brew on the streets of Phoenix with the Winters in the middle
of it.

Book three in the Winters Saga “Fire Master
Rising” is well underway and promises to take your breath away as the
focal point of this tale will be Hunter and his fire producing adopted
daughter Freya join the battle against good and evil. Loyalties will be
tested, alliances will burn and others will be created, and life will
never be the same for the Winters family. Jami is hoping for a late June
or early July release date for this book.

She is also working on a New Adult Paranormal Romance series and book one in this series will be released in the summer of 2014.

By day Jami works with hypnotherapy and coaching clients and in her nights
she focuses on creating new urban fantasy and paranormal romantic
thrill rides for your enjoyment.

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


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




Weeping Angels

Cristy Rey



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


“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





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.




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.

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Author Interview – E LR Jones

The Discovery of Me banner4th up today is author E LR Jones…Amazing lady and very talented.

Interview – E LR Jones

Describe yourself in five words? Eclectic, Genuine, Romantic, Nurturing, Giving

Who do people say you look like? Queen Latifah

If a star could play you in the story of your life who would you hire? Tamera Mowry…Ha!

What genre would your life story be? And do you have a snappy title for your life story? Poetry. A Life in “E” motion (already a book)

What are you addicted to? So You Think You Can Dance, Scandal and a fantastic read!

What assumptions do people make about you that are wrong? And what assumptions are bang on right?

What’s your greatest character strength? My overwhelming well of optimism that I draw from. I wake up every morning with one thought in mind: “It’s a new day!”

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? I would love to live in Italy. I have always had a fascination with the area and just believe it would be so wonderful to live there.

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

What’s your favorite meal? My favorite meal would include lasagna, strawberry or peach topped cheesecake and a bottle of wine.

What color represents your personality the most? Orange because of how bright and eye catching it is.

How often do you write? And when do you write? I think on average I write at least once a day. I don’t try to force it. If it’s forced then it’s not genuine. I write when the inspiration hits me. I have ideas and stories going all the time. I carry three notebooks on me at all times. Scenes come to me and i have to get them on a page. Each story gets their own time.

Do you have an organized process or tips for writing well? Do you have a writing schedule? I love this idea but there is no scheduled time for me to write. I have times where I have set aside for this but I refuse to make a story develop. The story I am telling comes in its own time. I don’t put it in a neat little box of Mon. through Fri. five to nine in the evening. Inspiration can hit me at two in the morning. I get up, write out or type up the scene then go back to bed.


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Author Interview – Samantha Jacobey

Third author up today is Samantha Jacobey

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Samantha Jacobey is a middle aged woman who earned a BS in Business Management and has worked in half a dozen fields. With a relentless zest for life, she enjoys action and adventure, as well as all the love and romance it has to offer. Creating stories in her mind for many years, she has put some of them into print for the world to share, and hopes you will enjoy reading them as much as she did creating them. What drives her most is the love of a good story and is confident you will enjoy her latest creation.

Interview – Samantha Jacobey

What makes you happiest? Connecting with people brings me an immense amount of joy – and I’m not just talking about building deep long lasting relationships. I’m talking about meeting people, and sharing a period of time talking, getting to know one another and maybe even working towards some goal or purpose, whether it be for an hour, for a day, for a school year, or a lifetime.

What are you most proud of in your personal life? My sons and now my granddaughter. I have 4 boys, all of whom I am very proud of as individuals. They are all very different, and take after me, but they are not me. We have things that we can get together and do, activities and common interests that we enjoy, and they are all off to a great start in their own lives, and I am very happy and proud to be their mother.

What other jobs have you had in your life? I actually wrote a blog post about this, and realized later that I left some out… I have been a nursery worker, fast food employee, delivered flowers, did interior decorating, floral arranging, worked in clothing / shoes retail (was a manager there too), dollar store retail (manager there too), medical field billing/collections/ management, secretary / pa, newspaper delivery driver (OMG was that fun!!!), payroll clerk, accounts payable/accounts receivable clerk, bookkeeper, auditor, and high school science teacher…. And I am sure I am still leaving something out…

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? I would love to live on a beach… It has always been my dream… It would need to be a warm and sunny place, because I know there are beaches that are not, and I would need to own part of the shoreline or have access to it readily available so that I could go out and sit under my umbrella and just… be there.

How much sleep do you need to be your best? I have always been on the lower end of sleep necessity, and until recent years was more of a night owl, staying up until midnight or later. Now, I tend to go to bed around 10 pm, and get up somewhere between 3 and 5 (I don’t have to set an alarm, it just happens) depending on how badly the story wants to get out of my head (most of my books were written in the middle of the night)

What’s your favorite meal? Mexican doesn’t count as a meal, but that’s ok because I will eat about 95% of it – love love love… I didn’t even like black pepper when I was a kid because it was too spicy, but when I was pregnant with my second son, something happened to me and I have craved fire ever since.

What movie do you love to watch? Do you have a minute? I have built movie collections three times in my life, and both times I got divorced, I lost half… haha!!! Of course, I have rebuilt and have over 400 titles on my shelves, complete with a color cataloguing system and a rolodex for the card catalogue… my top ten favorites – in no particular order would be….

Shrek (all count as 1 in my book)

Star Trek (new or old are great, undiscovered country is pick of the litter, but the two newest ones put me in awe)


Sense and sensibility

X-men (again, all count equal)


Despicable me (both)

Lord of the Rings / Hobbit (all are great)

Die Hard (all but the last one, it blew)

Fast and Furious Movies (all but Tokyo drift)

Are you a city slicker or a country lover? I love wild places, and used to dream about living in the old west, before technology spoiled everything… My favorite vacations involve water, such as a lake, a fishing pole, and some sort of camp site, from a sleeping bag on the ground up to a rustic cabin – the key is, it needs to be secluded and away from other people

Last book you purchased? Tell us about it. What I can tell you about it is that I am a bookaholic, and there are over 50 on my nook with the kindle ap… that I have not read. I guess I should say… I don’t count any more. I love STORIES, whether they be in a book or a movie, or listening to someone talk. The last book that I straight up purchased was The Button Man, by Wayne Dupriest, and it is about a serial killer (I have not read it, but I have been dying to get it for months and can’t wait to read it!!!)

Why do you write? I write because this story is in there, and MUST come out. I have been working on it for about 25 years, and it is about as good as I can make it. The time has come, and the thing I want to do most before I die is to share it with the world.

Is writing a gift or a curse? I think it is a gift. I have a son, my little one, who makes things up. I used to do this when I was a kid, and I got busted so many times, just flat out making things up to have a story to tell. I get on to him about this, because no one likes to be around someone who is a liar, and I am trying really hard to teach him that it’s ok to have an imagination and to love to create these alternate realities… but to remember that there is a time and a place for those things… he is working on his first novel this summer, and I am so proud

Do you find it hard to share your work? Not at all, I love my stories, I love to talk about my stories, and the hard part is not boring everyone to death by blabbing about them continually

Do you plan to publish more books? Yes, I do. All 7 books in The New Life Series are completed, with 4 released and 3 more that will be out by next March. In the fall, I will start writing on a brand new series that I have been outlining. I say writing, but I am sure it will spend a few months in the daydream stage, and once I am confident with how it goes, I will let it out onto the page…

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Captive – A New Life Novel… To what lengths would you go to break away from a life filled with pain and suffering?


Tori Farrell has lived a dangerous life. When you grow up with a Motorcycle Gang of Mercenaries and Drug Lords like the Dragons, a normal life is more like a fairy tale. For years, she accepted her dark reality, a world consisting of drugs, sex, violence and murder. In the end, she learned the most valuable lesson: survival.


After years of being ruled by the Dragons, Tori uses her skills of seduction and assassination to free herself from the grasp of the people who vowed they would never let her go. Taken in by the FBI, she fears not everything is what it seems, and soon finds herself lost in a web of lies and deceit. She thought getting away from the Dragons would put her on a path to a new and better life, but now she must face the cold hard truth… there is always a price to be paid.

Bound – A New Life Novel… Raised by bikers and held by the FBI, Tori Farrell has literally walked over dead men to get to where she is today.


When she broke the ties to her dark and twisted life with the Dragons, she thought it would give her a fresh start and a chance to live a normal life. However, she soon discovered the demons from her past have no desire to let her go.


Bound to a halfway house under orders of the FBI, Tori takes things day by day, working to move forward and to face her own addictions. With her true identity a mystery and no family to turn to, she must learn to accept the love and support of those around her. When a mysterious and charismatic man walks into Tori’s life, she believes she’s finally found someone who wants her for who she is. But sometimes danger doesn’t hide cloaked in darkness…it comes out into the light of day in the form of a smooth talking bad boy who appears to be everything you’ve been looking for, but is really the one thing you should be running from…

Entwined – A New Life Novel… Nothing is more cruel then getting a taste of something you’ve fought hard to reach, only to have it ripped away, sending your world into a tailspin.


Tori wants to put the past behind her, but it’s a daunting task when you have the FBI trying to force you back into the life you’ve escaped. When she gets a visit from a ghost out of her past, it could be the leverage they need to do exactly that – put her back into the game of murder and deceit.


Tori decides to run, in an attempt to protect her new friends, by fleeing from LA. Wanting a place to call home and feel safe from the madness, she sets out with a plan to disappear and hide in anonymity. Her plan only holds one flaw – a man she can’t shake, who won’t take no for an answer. Who is this mysterious stranger and what does he want from her? Tori will soon discover that getting a new life means she must first lay to rest the demons of her past.



Exposed – A New Life Novel… When seduction and danger are all you’ve ever known, can you ever truly leave it behind?


When Tori walked away from a life of crime, she set forth on a path of redemption and discovery. She found a man to call her own, and a life she would give anything to keep. But love and life aren’t always beautiful or kind…sometimes they are painful and traitorous.


For years, Tori’s drug of choice was alcohol, but through hard work and self-determination she had learned to exist without it. Suddenly faced with her true identity, and the danger of having friends and family destroyed by the world she left behind, she finds herself once again lost in a dark world filled with sex, drugs and murder. She thought that a life of normalcy is what she wanted most, but when she gets a small taste of the dangerous life she once lived, she is forced to face the fact… not all of the demons are found on the outside.




Indelible – A New Life Novel… What do you do if you discover the life you’re living isn’t the one you were meant to have?


Tori Farrell’s path has been a long one. She was raised by a Motorcycle Gang called the Dragons, trained as an assassin, and lived by the sword in a world consisting of drugs, sex, violence and murder. She made her escape, and even successfully thwarted a second attempt to draw her back in.


Returning to her safe new life, Tori faces unforeseen challenges, as the discovery of her Rock Star relation, Brian Madson, gives way to the desire to have the life she was born to live. Haunted by fear, and caught in a fierce battle between her husband and brother, she must learn to accept her dark past and face her future boldly. The FBI and The Organization still linger in the shadows, and time is creeping forward, pushing her to choose. Which path will she take, and where will it lead, when she is forced to decide between destiny and fate…


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Author Interview – Rhys Christopher Ethan

Our second author today is Rhys Christopher Ethan….

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Rhys Christopher Ethan is by no means a scientist, but he is an

architect of his own fantasy worlds; an illustrator of emotional and

multi-dimensional characters; a doctor of creativity and inspiration

and a chemist of genres; mixing two or more, to find the perfect

fit for his creations. He lives in a small, dusty lab he calls Home

in London and works hard to bring his experiments out into the

world. His companions (for now) are his pet-Laptop and his coffee-
Booster and a bunch of notes, digitized and paper-wise. He voices

his obsessions on his website http://www.rcethan.com, rants on twitter

@Rhys_Ethan shares messages on facebook.com/rcethan1 and

pins his muses on pinterest.com/rcethan. You can contact him at

rhysethan@hotmail.co.uk, or if you’re telepathic, he will probably

meet you in your dreams.

My links

Website: http://rcethan.com

Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/rcethan

Facebook: http://facebook.com/rcethan1

Twitter: http://twitter.com/Rhys_Ethan

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/rcethan

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Interview – Rhys Christoper Ethan

Describe yourself in five words?

Creative, chaotic, disorganized, resourceful, multi-mixer

Who do people say you look like?

Fabregas. Cesc Fabregas. Yes, the Chelsea footballer guy. And yes it IS me and

I’ve thrown away the millions for a life as struggling author. I’m that crazy.

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

Hmmm…First actor that comes to mind is Hugh Jackman for some reason, which is

like fire and water. Like, that opposite from reality, so I’ll go with…Andrew Garfield.

Yeah, more like it.

What assumptions do people make about you that are wrong? And what assumptions

are bang on right?

That I’m a very calm person. That’s a wrong assumption. I just have the patience

of a tiger. I will circle round and round ‘til I launch my attack. The right assumption?

That I’m a freak. And I ❤ it.

How do you work through self-doubts and fear?

I just cry it out and let it go. I also think of meeting my younger self with all of his

dreams and hopes and how proud he would be of how far “we”’ve come and that

does the trick. Usually.

What do you hope your obituary will say about you?

Thank you for giving us all you got and helping us dream and hope.

What other jobs have you had in your life?

I’ve been a bell-boy, a waiter, a barman, a pancake-maker and a babysitter.

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

I’ve already done my Bachelor Degree in Theatre Studies and English Literature. But

I would love to study Egyptology and History. Maybe some day.

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

Write, act, sleep, repeat.

What would you love to produce in your life?

An infinity of written work and an infinite number of good movies/tv shows.

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

To write and create.

How important are friends in your life?

Yes. They are or can be your chosen family. They pick me up and pull me down.

They are my everything.

What does love mean to you?

A lot of pain in hopes of some magic.

Last book you purchased? Tell us about it.

The Fault in Our Stars. Ugliest cry-fest E-V-E-R.

The Professional questions

Why do you write?

Because I can’t not to. Because I would probably be in a psych-ward if I didn’t.

Have you always enjoyed writing?

Well, there are times I wanna punch my face and tell me to quit, but it’s all part of the

process. No, really. Ask anyone.

What writing are you most proud of? (Add a link if you like)

I’ve written a lot of stuff, most unpublished, but I’m proudest of my newest baby,

Blood & Roses. A Sci-Fi serial that’s coming out on 25th July. Until then you can add it on Goodreads http://goo.gl/uaOb55

What books did you love growing up?

The Harry Potter series, the Artemis Fowl series, the Power of Five series, His Dark

Materials series, the Promises of Dr. Sigmundus series.

Who is your favorite author?

Anthony Horowitz. Word!

What book should everybody read at least once?

Any that will take them on a journey away from reality. Read some fantasy just once

in your life to know what magic is

How did you develop your writing?

I wrote, I wrote, I wrote. I also read a lot. And wrote.

What is hardest – getting published, writing or marketing?

Marketing is THE HARDEST PART. No, for real. It’s what makes bestsellers.

Is your family supportive? Do your friends support you?

They are surprisngly supportive lately considering I have no job, yet spend so much

on my books.

Do you plan to publish more books?

Oh get ready to fill up an entire bookcase with just my books.

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

full time…

I now am a graphic designer and babysit.

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

I usually write on the laptop at bed or at a coffeehouse. Usually naked. Right ladies?

Is there anyone you’d like to acknowledge and thank for their support?

My street team for being there, and a bunch of other people who I will not name

because I will forget someone and will have to deal with the bloodbath. You know

who you are and now that I know you, I can’t do it without you.

Every writer has their own idea of what a successful career in writing is, what does

success in writing look like to you?

Being able to support myself from writing. And my work being recognised.

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

My newest book Blood & Roses: A Sci-Fi Adventure was born out of three words

my friend gave me to write a short story. The short story was so succesful with him,

that I decided to develop it and from there on it took a shape of its own. It’s about

an innocent little girl thrown in the center of a politically corupt galaxy and amidst a

brewing war she has to learn how to fight for herself. It’s a coming of age story, but

it’s also a self-discovery story. She’s a character searching for home, wherever that

may be.

When you are not writing, how do you like to relax?

Who said I ever relax? Relax. What is that?

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

them feel?

I hope they’re taken to other worlds and other times and escape for a little while, until

the next escape.

What’s your next project?

After the sci-fi serial is out of the way (4 episodes), I’m writing a paranormal novel/lla

and the Queerky retelling of Beauty & the Beast (for my Queerky Tales series).


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My temples are palpitating and my stomach feels empty of air. My head is bobbed to my left, my cheek brushing my shoulder. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are sewn together and I start to think that they’ve blinded me. With a little more effort I manage to get them open. My tears must have dried while I was unconscious.

I don’t recognize any of my surroundings. Everything is made of metal. My body feels sore, but is strapped on a cushioned seat fixed on the wall. I see another seat across me, but it is empty. I crane my neck to my right and a pain shoots through my spine as I do. What the hell did they do to me?

I grunt the pain off me and get a view I’ve never seen before in my entire life.

There is an arch leading to a cockpit. Two men, dressed in military uniforms, stand in front of machines that are shaped like tables, with a leveled surface flashing with buttons in all shades. There is a persistent beeping sound, although its source is unknown to me.

It’s not the men, or the technology that fascinate me, however. It’s the view beyond the glass pane. Space. The stars clearer than ever. And rocks of planets my eyes have never set eyes upon. I’m not in Artemis anymore.

The pain soothes all over my body, but my stomach still feels sick and taut. A blast of chill travels up my legs giving me the shivers. I’m still barefoot. I hope they give me shoes at some point. I’m weak and hungry. I’m cold and dizzy. The amount of ichor I consumed yesterday was irrelevant when my body is shutting down. My grief isn’t helping the situation either.

My grief!

I remember Mam, lying still on the ground, right outside our burning house, her blue-tinted robe molested by the rapid attack of her own blood.

What would happen to her now? Did the sergeant take her with him, to deliver proof of his failed mission, or did they let her body burn along with everything that I called home?

I miss her already. I never had anyone else in my life, but her. My Pa died when I was far too young, along with everyone else on our planet. Would I even see my planet ever again? How am I going to survive without Mam‘s porridge cookies and milk-endowed rice? How am I supposed to live without her stories of a past much greater than the misery of the present? How am I gonna go on without her caress before bedtime?

I find myself unable to breathe. My lungs are squeezed shut for an instant and the oxygen is trapped inside. I inhale and inhale and inhale. The air just doesn’t come in. I’m suffocating. I want to punch-start my chest back to function, but my hands are tied to my sides. I pant. I’m squeal. I can’t breathe. My nostrils expand. I try. I try to survive. I won’t. Not without Mam. Not without her. My eyes splatter my knees with lukewarm tears and my panting turns into a sob. A monstrous lamentation I cannot tame.

A man appears to my left. He appears from nowhere. I don’t know where he came from. I don’t have the energy to lift my head and see his face, but he’s not Sergeant Efestus. I would recognize the killer’s composure anywhere.

“Careful, agap. Someone might take that sniffing for talk and put a bullet through your head,” he tells me and I’m finally able to raise my eyes.


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(Blood & Roses: A Sci-Fi Adventure)

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 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

• Facebook http://www.facebook.com/cristywrites

• Goodreads http://bit.ly/1iD1Ujy

• Sign up for Cristy’s monthly updates http://eepurl.com/SHB1j

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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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