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Elected by Rori Shay

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Today is my stop on the blog tour for ELECTED by Rori Shay! This is one book you don’t want to miss and is out TODAY! The kickstarter to this book is available athttp://tinyurl.com/ElectedNovel.  You will be able to get a copy of ELECTED in hardcover and/or paperback with a free ebook, a lot of special limited-edition items and other free books. Don’t wait, get your copy today! Then tell us how you liked it!

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It’s a YA SciFi out with Silence in the Library.

Blurb:

It’s the year 2185, and in two weeks, Aloy will turn eighteen and take her father’s place as president of the country. But to do so, she must masquerade as a boy to avoid violating the Eco-Accords, four treaties designed to bring the world back from the brink of environmental extinction. Aloy hopes to govern like her father, but she is inheriting a different country. The long concealed Technology Faction is stepping out of the shadows, and as turmoil grows within her country, cryptic threats also arrive from beyond the borders.

As she struggles to lead, Aloy maintains her cover by marrying a woman, meanwhile battling feelings for the boy who knows her secret – the boy who is somehow connected to her country’s recent upheaval. When assassination attempts add to the turmoil, Aloy doesn’t know whom to trust. She understood leadership required sacrifice. She just didn’t realize the sacrifice might be her life.

Excerpt:

As if he can read my thoughts, Griffin says, “I know what you are.”

And before I can even think about the consequences of my actions, anger overtakes me. What I’ve hidden for so long and been so careful to keep secret is now in the hands of this impudent intruder?

I’m up out of my seat and running at him before I realize what I’m doing. I knock him forward, pushing with both my hands flat against his back.

He’s surprised and falls forward, losing his balance.

In this moment, I look around the room for some more dangerous weapon than my two hands. My knife is too far. I find what I’m looking for on the wall to my right. One of my fencing swords. I grab it off its decorative shelf and get in an offensive stance, right foot forward at an angle.

As Griffin regains his balance and faces me, I hold my stance, looking him fiercely in the eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but I see him scan the room fast. I lunge at him, but I’m a second too slow. He’s already run to my left and grabbed a wooden cane I’ve been carving. It’s now the wood cane against my steel sword. I’ve been fencing since I was seven, so I’m quick. I should be able to take him out easily.

I don’t mean to really hurt him, just push him back out of my room, get my anger out. But Griffin is stronger than I expect. We’re fighting, wood to steel, clashing in the air, the sword making gashes in the softer wood.

I jump back over furniture, toppling pieces as we both fly around the room. We’re both spinning, checking each other’s advances. Griffin surprises me, putting up a fight matching mine. I’ve received expert training, but who taught him to fight so well?

Griffin backs up against my door, but I can’t let him escape. Unless I win the fight, he could run out that door and tell the world my secret. My family’s future could come crashing down around me in an instant.

I push forward with more heat. We’re up close now, our weapons right at each other’s faces. I can hear his grunts through my own yells.

All at once his cane swings out at me, but not where I expect it to go. He doesn’t aim for my sword. He aims for my feet, knocking me off balance onto my back. My sword clatters to the ground in the onslaught, and before I know it he’s on top of me. I’m punching and pushing back at him, and we’re in a fist fight, rolling on the ground. I don’t easily give up, but he’s got a few muscular pounds on me.

I’m furious, kicking and shouting at him. In between our wrestling, he spurts out, “It’s your secret. Not mine.” He’s out of breath from our fight, so he has trouble getting the words out. “I’m not planning to tell anyone.”

While he’s trying to get the words out of his mouth, I take the opportunity to push harder. I end up on top of him and pin his arms above his head. He goes slack, letting me hold him there.

“You’re a girl,” he says, serious and amused at the same time.

“You have no evidence!”

He juts his chin out, pointing to my torso. His eyes are mischievous. I look down at what he’s pointing to.

And then I realize.

The shirt I’d been sleeping in has lost a few buttons. It hangs open and ragged off my torso. Immediately, I let go of Griffin’s arms and instinctively grasp around my chest for my bindings.

But I’m too late.

A milky white breast hangs out of the wrappings, announcing my secret loud and clear.

 

 

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I see my opportunity to ask the very thing that’s been on the tip of my tongue for months. Something I know my parents won’t answer but that Tomlin might—if for no other reason than to further my education. “The Ship Accord didn’t stop everyone, though.” I know I’m bringing up something painful.

“You’re right.” Tomlin looks down.

“My brother.” I lean forward in my chair, expectant for some new tidbit of information from Tomlin. “What happened to him?” I am unwavering with my request for information on Evan.

“We don’t know.” Tomlin’s sadness is apparent.

“You were his tutor, right? What was he like? Would he have made a better Elected than me?” I’ve always wondered if Evan would have been better suited for the role than I. I know the answer must be yes since he was the true Elected, the only male heir of the family. Only men are allowed to be the Elected since women must focus on repopulation. But my parents and Tomlin encourage me to have more confidence. They have to, I guess, since they have no other choice. I’m their only option left.

I know Tomlin doesn’t enjoy talking about my brother. No one does. Evan was everyone’s pride and joy until he ran away. But I never knew him at all. My parents had me as a hurried attempt for another child after Evan disappeared.

I keep pressing Tomlin for other information, knowing I won’t get an answer about Evan’s character. “How does everyone know Evan escaped via boat? How did he even find a ship to get away? I thought my grandfather destroyed all of them.” I see Tomlin cringe at my word ‘escaped’, and I chide myself that I’ve yet again made the Elected role sound like a prison sentence.

“As far as anyone knew, they were all dismantled, the parts used for building materials.” Tomlin rakes a hand through the thin wisps of his hair.

“So how’d Evan get one?” I am relentless. “And how’d he get it past Apa?” I can’t imagine how Evan managed to plan such an elaborate departure under my father’s tight scrutiny.

“Enough.” Tomlin’s tone is harsh but quiet. I know he can’t be budged when he doesn’t want to proceed. “We need to keep going with your studies. The public will expect you to be well-trained when you take office.”

“Okay, just one more question?” I ask, looking at my fingernails. They are perfect half-moons except for the two pinkies on whose nails I obsessively gnaw. As I get nearer to the date of my inauguration, the two nails seem to get shorter and shorter.

“One more, then we go on. But it must do with the Accords.”

“It does. Sort of. What do other countries do with people who make it through the sea to their lands?”

I can’t look at Tomlin while I wait for the answer. It’s something I already know in my heart, but I want to hear it out loud.

Finally, Tomlin answers, his voice a mere whisper. “What would we do?”

I stretch my palm out so I’m playing with my fingers instead of concentrating fully on my own words. I almost don’t want to hear them—don’t want to hear what might have happened to Evan.

“We use hemlock.”

About the Author:

Rori Shay is an author living in the Washington, DC area with her husband, daughters, black lab, and cat – just not quite in the same exciting circumstances as ELECTED’s main character, Aloy. She enjoys running, gardening, reading, doing yoga, and volunteering with the Dwelling Place non-profit. Rori is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI).

 Author social media links:

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Giveaway!

~Kindle

~Items seen in ELECTED such as a marriage binding (temporary tattoo)

~Hemlock soap

~Necklace as seen in ELECTED

~Signed paperback copy of ELECTED

~Optional FaceTime or Skype session with the author for 1/2 an hour (can be used one-on-one or at the winner’s book club, etc.)

 

Rori Shay’s Top Ten Songs that she listened to (over and over again) while writing ELECTED to help keep her in the atmosphere of the book.

They just portray the mood well–a lot of conflict between desire and holding back!

1) Paradise by Coldplay
2) Away by Nicole & Denise
3) Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright
4) Devil to Pay by Tommy & The High Pilots
5) Come Along by Vicci Martinez and Cee Lo Green
6) Every Teardrop is a Waterfall by Coldplay
7) The Only Exception by Paramore
8) What I’ve Done by Marie Digby
9) Love, Save the Empty by Erin McCarley
10) Set Fire to the Rain by Adele 

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Just For The Weekend by Susanne Matthews

I’ve got some pretty talented friends and some great new reads coming out soon. That might be my favorite thing about ever getting into writing – getting to know all these other fabulous writers.

Today I’m sharing Susanne Matthews’ new book: Just For The Weekend

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Book Blurb

Sometimes, you have to step out of the box.

Kindergarten teacher, Cleo James, needs a break. For the past three years, she’s put her life on hold to help her father deal with grief, but now she’s ready to move on. A weekend in Vegas at a sci-fi convention may be just the place to start. She’ll be costumed as an alien and no one will recognize her. What could go wrong? Things get complicated when she’s attracted to a conventioneer whom she believes is a gorgeous Chippendale dancer.  Can Cleo set her strict moral code aside and enjoy what promises to be a once upon a time weekend?

Multimillionaire real estate developer, Sam Mason has sworn off serious relationships. In Vegas to visit family and friends, he’s talked into attending a sci-fi convention for the night. Dressed as an alien, he’s confident he can elude the usual gold diggers looking to star in the role of Mrs. Sam Mason. When he spots a beautiful woman dressed as a green-skinned slave girl, he’s captivated by her and changes his plans to leave Vegas in the morning. The more time he spends with her, the more he realizes she’s unlike any woman he’s known. Fantastic sex and too much alcohol find him married to his alien siren, but before he can tell her the truth about himself and see if they can make their marriage work, the bride vanishes.  Finding her is going to be a challenge.

Excerpt from Just For The Weekend:

“Holy crap! You could have warned me.”

Mitch wore a long black wig, heavy brown makeup, and the facial ridges of a female Klingon warrior. Her body was shoved into a tight, black leather corset-styled top that accentuated her breasts and a long, leather skirt paired with heeled boots with silver toecaps. She had a knife of sorts shoved into her belt.

“Wow! You look fantastic. I could use one of the push-up bras from hell if I ever wanted to look sexy.”

“What are you talking about? You’re one of the sexiest woman I know, and you’re completely oblivious to it. Get your nose out of your father’s ancient history books and look at yourself in the light of the twenty-first century. I love you, girl, but sometimes you frustrate me.”

“Yeah, well, let’s agree to disagree on that. I don’t want to be noticed that way. There’s more to me than a set of boobs and long legs. I’m much happier out of the limelight. Now, are you going to tell me about your makeup?”

“It’s a mask. My friend Hailey works at Paramount and made it for me last year. It gets a little warm after a while, but it’s a lot easier than putting the makeup on each time.”

“I wish I had something like that. Where’s the rest of my costume? I’d better be wearing more than green body paint, blood red lipstick, and gold eye shadow.”

“It’s on your bed.”

Cleo stared at the scraps of fabric and jewelry on the spread.

“No way! There’s got to be more to it than that.”

The costume consisted of a burgundy silk bikini bra, a matching string bikini bottom with gold-colored sheer skirt panels front and rear, gold muscle bracelets shaped like snakes, and two-inch wide metallic fabric ankle shackles without the chain.

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’ll look like a semi-naked leprechaun. How does that fit into a sci-fi convention?”

“It happens to be one of the most popular women’s costumes. For the record, leprechauns wear green, and unless they’re some kind of mutants, they aren’t green. With my five-foot-four figure, the costume loses something, but on you, it’ll be awesome.” Mitch handed her a glass of wine. “Here, take a drink and relax. You showed just as much by the pool this afternoon.”

“Yeah, and whose idea was that? I don’t see why I couldn’t wear my black swimsuit this afternoon. You seem to forget about the moral turpitude clause in my contract. Lying around in the sun half-naked is pushing it. I certainly won’t be wearing that blue bikini to take the kiddies swimming at the local pool.”

“That clause is archaic, and you worry about it way too much—between your father’s ‘rules’ and the school board’s ‘thou shall not’s,’ you’re living in the past. Besides you needed a new swimsuit. Even my mother doesn’t wear a one-piece bathing suit like the one you had. I don’t even think my grandma would wear it. You chose the bikini—there was that gorgeous leopard one…”

“You mean the one cut down to my navel in front, and so high on the hips my ass hung out? No thanks. At least the bikini covered most of my boobs and butt.”

“Whatever.” Mitch rolled her eyes. “Let’s get you dressed. We need to be downstairs in twenty minutes.”

Mitch helped her put on what was surely the skimpiest alien costume in the universe. Cleo stood before the mirror staring at the creature looking back at her.

“I look like a mutant leprechaun belly dancer.” She took a sip of her wine. “It’s a damn good thing you didn’t show me this when you asked me to come. I’d have said no.”

“For the record, you’re not a mutant leprechaun; you’re an Orion slave girl. Men are powerless before you. Too bad that cutie from the bar last night can’t see you. You’re worth a dozen of the brunette he was with. Come here so I can spray the glitter on you.”

Two glasses of wine in quick succession were easing her embarrassment, but as she allowed Mitch to spray the liquid shimmer on her hair and body, she couldn’t resist one final complaint.

“Well, I’d rather wear what you’re wearing. If the air-conditioning is turned up as high as it was this morning, I’ll be an Orion slave icicle!”

“Seriously, Cleo, relax. Don’t be a prude. No one’s going to recognize you. I know you’re not used to showing so much skin, but you look fantastic, and the men will be drooling all around you. Every woman in the room is going to envy you. You’ll be the most sought-after slave girl here. ”

“God, I hope not. That’s the last thing I want. I feel like a chunk of meat on display for a starving man. You’re the extrovert, the one who wants to be the center of attraction. I’m not. I think that’s why we’re friends—because we’re so different.” Horror filled her eyes as she thought of something else. “Crap, I hope no one takes my picture. The last thing I need is to have someone see us on the Internet and recognize me. I’ll wear this tonight because it’s too late to find anything else, but we’re going costume shopping tomorrow. I’m sure we can find something a little less revealing.”

“Whatever you say, but I don’t think anyone’s going to recognize you.”

Cleo turned around and stood in front of the mirror. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Good grief. It’s even worse than I imagined. Thanks to the glitter, her skin reflected the light and looked alive, shimmering as she moved. Her hair shone the same way, and she looked alluring and mysterious. Her large, hazel eyes seemed more golden than ever. Mitch was right about one thing: she didn’t look like a kindergarten teacher from Gordon’s Grove. She looked like a sexy, alien siren. Just the look I want around a bunch of half-drunk Neanderthals. She remembered how decent guys had turned into absolute jerks at university costume parties.

“If it makes you feel better, you can stand behind the table replenishing the books as I sign them and handing out the bookmarks and the other swag the publisher provided. Come on, let’s go.”

Cleo followed her best friend out of the room. She shook her head. Why do I let myself get talked into these things?

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Cleo followed Mitch into the convention hall packed with hundreds of people in various alien costumes, and allowed some of the excitement in the air to calm her fears. She recognized outfits from various sci-fi movies and television shows. There were several Orion slave girls in a variety of shapes, shades, and sizes, and Cleo saw the not-so-friendly glares she got from them—especially when one of their male friends stared admiringly at her. She nodded in return and chuckled when one girl gave the guy she was with a jab in the ribs.

She tried to keep up with Mitch, who barreled across the room as if she were in a speed-walking race. Barefoot as she was, conscious of the icky, sticky carpet, Cleo moved slowly to avoid stomping boots and heels. She’d almost made it to the promised land of booth security when a giant, in snake-like makeup and the dark gray leather and chain mail associated with the Cardassians, grabbed her arm. He spun her around quickly.

“Hey, let go of my …” Her angry words died on her lips.

“What have we here?” He eyed her hungrily. “Are you lost, my pretty little slave girl?”

Familiar chocolate eyes pierced hers, and she couldn’t think straight. His whiskey-smooth voice caressed her; his touch ignited a fire along her spine. Realizing what he’d said, she searched for an answer.

“Lost? No, I got separated from my Klingon friend. She’s over there.”

She pointed to the publishers’ autograph area where Mitch stood.

“Then allow me to escort you safely to her.”

Holding her close to him, he ushered her across the congested convention floor. He bowed to Mitch and gave the Cardassian salute.

“I believe she’s yours, but I’m entitled to a reward for coming to her assistance.”

He smiled wickedly before pulling Cleo into his arms and capturing her mouth with his.

Cleo held herself rigid, but the kiss poured liquid fire through her. Of their own volition, her arms wrapped around his neck both to hold her upright and to encourage the incredible sensations to continue. His mouth devoured hers as if she was his last meal. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. When he slowly pulled away, she was breathless. She read desire in his eyes.

“Later, my Orion beauty.” He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

“Who the hell is that?”

“I have no idea.” Cleo reached for Mitch’s blue-tinted Romulan ale and drained the glass.

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Author bio:

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Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, a city of 46,000 located on the Canada-US border, Susanne completed her university education in two parts; she received her Bachelor of Arts degree in English and History from Carleton University and her Bachelor of Education at Queen’s University in Kingston. She worked as an educator for more than thirty years. Susanne and her husband have three children and five grandchildren

Susanne is an avid reader and likes nothing better than curling up with a good book and a beer camping or sitting around the backyard on a hot summer day. Her reading tastes are varied as are her writing preferences, but no matter what sub-genre she chooses, all her books have Happily Ever After endings.

 

 

 

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Top Ten Things I Learned Writing Just for the Weekend:

 

You can never avoid research. No matter what genre you choose as a platform for your story, you have to be correct and knowledgeable. When I started writing Just For The Weekend, I knew next to nothing about Nevada and the area surrounding Las Vegas. I knew quite a bit about the various sci-fi characters, especially those related to Star Trek, and I knew Vegas was a casino resort that attracted people by the droves, but there were many other things I didn’t know. Some I managed to work into the story, others I’ve kept for future endeavors.

Here is a list of some of the interesting things I discovered. When you read the book, you’ll be able to see how I wove the research into the story. If you’ve been to Vegas or are from the area, they won’t surprise you, but if you haven’t been, let me entertain you.

  1. Rachel, Nevada, a town with a population of less than 100, didn’t have electric power until 1978. Most of the people who live there live in mobile homes on their very own patch of scrub desert.Rachel is best known for its UFO claims. It has one bar/inn that caters to tourists. Since 1989, people from around the world have come to Rachel along Highway 375, also known as the Extraterrestrial Highway with an unofficial speed limit of Warp 7, to look for lights in the sky they think are extraterrestrial.
  2. Flash floods don’t only happen in the desert. While Las Vegas’ minimal rainfall each year is only about four inches, those four inches come in the form of sudden, violent thunderstorms. The parched landscape surrounding the town and the ever increasing amounts of pavement in the city, cause dangerous flash flooding. The Clark County Regional Flood Control District sites the statistic explaining since 1960, 11 serious floods have occurred causing more than a million dollars damage each. In that same period, 31 lives have been lost in 21 separate flash flood events in the city of Las Vegas.
  3. Teachers in the United States are subject to a moral turpitude clause that is actually a federal statute that can prevent you from even being admitted to the country. Teachers can be reprimanded and even fired for doing perfectly legal and acceptable things if one person complains they found it immoral. A teacher got suspended for posting a holiday picture of herself touring a winery.
  4. Rape and aggravated assault take place at an alarming rate at sci-fi conventions, not only in Las Vegas but in other cities around the world. It seems that filling people in costumes full of alcohol brings out the worst in them. The same thing happens all too often at Mardi Gras and Halloween celebrations.
  5. The colors of the rock in the Grand Canyon vary according to the composition of the stone and the strata at which it’s found. The canyon is constantly being eroded still by the Colorado River which apparently started the process 17 million years ago.
  6. The Hualapai (WALL-uh-pie), the “People of the Tall Pines,” have always lived in an area stretching from Grand Canyon to the Bill Williams River in west-central Arizona and from the Black Mountains bordering the Colorado River to the San Francisco Peaks. The Skywalk is located on tribal lands. It consists of a horseshoe shaped steel frame with glass floor and sides that projects about 70 feet from the canyon rim. The deck of the Skywalk is built of four layers of Saint-Gobain Diamant low iron glass with DuPont SentryGlas interlayer, designed to withstand local seismic activity and high wind pressure. The glass railings, 5 feet 2 inches high, are made the same way but with fewer layers and bent to follow the walkway’s curvature.
  7. Oatman, Arizona  is one of the many ghost towns in and around Las Vegas.  The Oatman Hotel, built in 1902, located in the center of town is where Clark Gable and Carole Lombard spent their wedding night after being married in Kingman, Arizona on March 29, 1939. You can spend the night in that suite if you like, but watch out for Oatie the ghost who walks the halls of the hotel.
  8. The Hoover Dam is also known as the Boulder Dam and is 1244 feet long, 660 feet thick, and 726 feet high. It held back so much water at the time of its construction people claimed it deformed the earth’s crust and caused over 600  small earthquakes in the first ten years after it was built.
  9. Lake Mead is the largest artificial reservoir in the United States in maximum water capacity. It was created by the Hoover Dam. When at capacity, Lake Mead is 112 miles long has 759 miles of shoreline, is 532 feet deep, and can hold 28 million acre-feet of water. The lake hasn’t been full since 1983 due to increasing droughts.Since 2000, the lake has lost 4 trillion gallons of water, causing the famous bath tub ring to grow. Why is this happening? Because the Colorado River is drying up, meaning over 20 million people would be without water.
  10. More than 36 million people visit Las Vegas each year. The famous Las Vegas Strip is 4.2 miles long and home to more than 33 casino Hotels. The average stay is 3.7 days. Over 9 billion dollars of state tax revenue comes from gambling, which accounts for 43% of the state’s revenue. The city hosts over 3700 conventions annually. Other employers in Vegas include a number of high tech firms, colleges and universities in and around the city.

 

 

 

Tur & Elsker Cover Reveal by St Bende

Gorgeous book covers? Yes, please. St Bende has brought her special brand of Scandinavian hunk to life for our reading pleasure. Her books are NA and feature a love story worthy of the Gods. I’m talking about the Gods in Asgard. Think Odin. I love St Bende and these books just hit my TBR list – hard. The release is May 29th so we don’t have long to wait and they’ll be out just in time for us to drag them poolside or out on the patio on warm summer nights.

St Bende is also one of the nicest authors around so feel free to check out the links below and chat her up on facebook or twitter. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

And now for the covers.

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The Elsker Saga #0.5 
by ST Bende

Inga Andersson is the envy of every girl in Asgard. On the surface she has it all — great friends, a job as Odin’s personal fight choreographer, and a happy ever after with her realm’s hottest assassin. But when evil invades Asgard, her perfect world comes crashing down. Someone is planning to kill off the gods, and Inga’s best friend Ull is first on their list. With the Norse apocalypse a nanosecond away, Inga has to decide how she’ll spend her final moments of freedom. Because from the moment this battle begins, Inga’s happily ever after will be nothing more than a memory.

Some things are worth fighting for.



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ELSKER
The Elsker Saga #1
by ST Bende

You don’t win the heart of an immortal assassin without making a few enemies along the way.

Kristia Tostenson prefers Earl Grey to Grey Goose and book clubs to nightclubs, but when she transfers from her one-stoplight town to Cardiff University in Wales she falls in love with Ull Myhr.  Her new boyfriend isn’t exactly what she was expecting.  He’s an honest to goodness Norse God – an immortal assassin fated to die at Ragnarok, the battle destined to destroy Asgard and Earth.  Kristia’s crazy visions are the only thing that can save their realms.  Her orderly life just got very messy.

Author Info:

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Before finding domestic bliss in suburbia, ST Bende lived in Manhattan Beach (became overly fond of Peet’s Coffee) and Europe… where she became overly fond of the musical Cats. Her love of Scandinavian culture and a very patient Norwegian teacher inspired the ELSKER series. She hopes her characters make you smile and that one day pastries will be considered a health food.

You can follow ST Bende on Twitter @stbende, or send an e-mail to stbende@gmail.com.  

Links:


http://stbende.blogspot.com/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/ST-Bende/102116099988944
https://twitter.com/stbende
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6868809.S_T_Bende

Giveaway!

This giveaway has copies of both of these books and several others! Woo hoo! Love all the books!

Phasms Vol 1: Infinite Potential by Barbara Garren

My Review

I was given an ARC to review and I had a few minutes, I thought I would start this book. Barbara actually brought me to tears. I cried. I grieved. She mentioned things about bereavement I had wondered if anyone else had ever thought before. She wrote it so powerfully and incredibly well. That being said there were always characters helping to keep it light, pulling us back from the grief and pushing us deeper into the story.

When I picked this book up next I didn’t put it down again. I had to know. I had to get to the end. The paranormal element comes slowly, weaving it’s way into the main character’s life before taking hold. I finished the bulk of this book in one sitting. My ass was numb. I had to finish it.

Watch out for Barbara’s leading men though. They can be real beasts. Wink Wink. See what I did there?

Below is an interview, a blurb to give you a taste, and a giveaway to get your hands on some serious swag.


Interview with the Author

So, Barbara – Phasms Vol 1 (Infinite Potential) has been out for a week. What was release day like for you – and how has this week been, as a debut author?

*Chuckles* Well, release day was interesting. I didn’t plan anything special – in fact; I told my husband I just wanted to treat it like a normal day. I think I was afraid of jinxing the whole thing! I went to work and, to be honest, got very little accomplished.

I was overwhelmed by the Social Media support and encouragement I received from friends, family, other authors and the general public. As a new author you don’t really know what to expect, and I certainly did not anticipate the avalanche of good wishes and new followers.

The most exciting thing is seeing all the new followers who are not authors – though I’ve picked up some amazing, top-notch writers as new “friends” this week! But it’s the readers who really tickle me and who I want to talk to.

 Any let-downs or disappointments?

Um, you mean other than someone giving my book a 3* review before it was even available? Not really. I wish more people would leave reviews on Amazon, but it’s only been a week and I do have to give them time to read it! I’d like to have more actual dialogue with my readers and I hope that will develop with time, but overall it’s been fabulous. The book has done better than I could have hoped for and I think it will continue to slowly develop a strong, dedicated following.

Talk to us about the publishing process itself – as a debut author, what have you learned along the way?

Wow – there’s so much! I have to say, I was surprised at how much really goes into the process. Despite numerous writer conferences and a lot of research, I was still naïve enough to think that it would be a straightforward submit/edit/release process.

Phasms Vol 1 took 5 or 6 rounds of editing to prepare for the reader, and we still didn’t catch everything (awkward to the epic degree)! We did 2 or 3 rounds of developmental edits which focus on plot, structure, pacing and so on. I have to say, my editor (Tiffany Johnstone) was amazingly supportive. She was patient, calming, understanding and all around wonderful person to work with. I was freaked out several times during the process, but she pulled me off the ceiling and reminded me why we needed to do certain things.

The hardest thing, besides not freaking out whenever I received more edits from Tiffany (LOL) was balancing time. Working on edits for Volume 1 while writing Volume 2 was difficult at first. I didn’t even know where to start on the edits when I received the first mark-up. I called an author friend of mine in a panic.

Then there are all of the cover design questions, back-cover/blurb development, PR planning, cover reveal and release day plans. Even with a publisher, there is so much the author has to be involved in and a lot more time is spent working on all the non-writing stuff. You just don’t know until you’re in the middle of it how much time and commitment is involved – but it’s so worthwhile, and who wouldn’t want to be intimately involved in all the details that will see their “book baby” through to its birthday?

So, over all? What would you tell “YOU” from last year at this time?

I would say stay calm, take it one step at a time and enjoy each day, each experience. I would tell myself to reach out more on Social Media for help, guidance, friends and fans and clear your plate of all the time-sucking activities that consume each day, so you can enjoy the moment.

Most of all, I would say embrace the truly beautiful and engaging people that are about to enter your life – there the ones that make this moment exceptional!

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Infinite Potential by Barbara Garren

Entranced Publishing

February 24, 2014

Blurb:

Kelsi always Knows when bad things are coming, but even she never thought she’d lose her husband at only twenty-three. Since he died, she’s been living her worst nightmare.

Her nights are filled with dreams of a Dark Haired Man, but her days are full of guilt, because the Man fills her with longing and confusion, promising to give her all she needs, all she wants, all she feared she’d never have again.

If only the dreams would stay in her head where they belong.

Kelsi starts seeing the Dark Haired Man in her waking life, shadowing her wherever she goes.  And when her mysterious new neighbor, Aiden Hardt, knows about the Man in her dreams, Kelsi worries she can’t trust her own mind.

He’s not what he seems.

But even Aiden’s cryptic words don’t frighten her as much as the way she feels around him. Kelsi must sort through her emotions and figure out what’s real before she can ever hope to have a normal life again.

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About the Author:

Barbara was born and raised in Southern California, but left to explore the world courtesy of the U.S. Navy. After traveling the world, she forced herself to live a humble life in in San Francisco, New York and Norfolk, Virginia. She now calls San Diego home and you won’t pry her out with a crowbar.

She would be the first  to tell you her husband, Henry, is the inspiration for all the romance, and the real Charlie – who is as cute as he sounds in her books – is a terrorist. When not working for the U.S. Navy, she can be found running, reading or writing. She firmly believes a well rounded diet consists of coffee, scotch, chocolate, popcorn and Luna Bars. In that order.

She’s a graduate of CUNY and Penn State – and manages to write a decent line here and there despite those burdens.

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Retribution (The Artemis Series #1) by Virginia Brasch Review

Originally posted on A Creative Mind:

Disclaimer: I received a free copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.

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Retribution (The Artemis Series #1) by Virginia Brasch

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Blurb:
An eye for an eye. Bailey Russell is an assassin on an Artemis Agency assignment that is both business and personal: take out Amir Fahad, the arms dealer, who killed her partner. She’s put together an ideal plan that includes using herself as bait. Grieving the loss of her former partner and her team’s faith in her she vows the only way this mission ends is in death: hers or Fahad’s.

A dangerous web they weave. British Intelligence Operative, Ben Ambrose, is married to his job. And for the past three months that has meant living undercover as part of Fahad’s crew. Three month’s work blown when he feels compelled to risk his life to protect Bailey and her friends from Fahad’s men.

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An Interview with Entranced Publishing

I did an interview and I’m sharing it because they asked me what advice I would give to my writer self a year ago. I’m an advocate for chasing your dreams so I thought I’d share part of it. 

If you could go back and talk to your writer self this time last year, what advice would you give?

Don’t give up. Don’t ever give up. I think every writer has a moment, a soul crushing moment when they think they’re rubbish and they should throw in the towel. That moment is inevitable. But dreams are always worth chasing. Screwing things up is like my superpower, and if I can do it – then so can you. I think writing takes a lot of hard work but there’s luck involved, too. I got lucky. I found Entranced and they decided to take a chance on me. People talk about luck as if it’s a lightning strike. Fine. Then your hard work is like holding up a golf club in a rain storm. Help luck along. Keep going. [Disclaimer: This is a metaphor and I do not advocate playing golf in a lightning storm. Don’t mess with lightning. It usually wins.]

 

Keep going. 

VB

For the full interview: http://entrancedpublishing.tumblr.com/post/66874667807/author-interview-virginia-brasch

 

Retribution: Book One in the Artemis Series by Virginia Brasch

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You guys – my book comes out super soon! How soon? March 3rd, soon! This Monday. BOOM!

I know. I’m kind of stunned about it, too. There’s even a blog tour. Some amazing bloggers have been kind enough to interview me, let me guest post, character interviews, top ten lists: you name it. 

Here’s the schedule for the blog tour:

Monday 3rd March

Rage, Sex and Teddy Bears

A Creative Mind

 

Tuesday 4th March

Room With Books

 

Wednesday 5th March

Chronicles

Desert Rose Reviews

 

Thursday 6th March

Offbeat Vagabond

Starting on the Write Page

Lola’s Reviews

 

Friday 7th March

MsRomantics

Musings of a Writer Reader

 

Saturday 8th March

Carol Clarke Blogs

Shaytastic Books

 

Sunday 9th March

Big Book Little Book

 

Monday 10th March

I’m A Voracious Reader

 

Tuesday 11th March

Lusty Penguin Reviews

 

Wednesday 12th March

Paulette’s Papers

 

Thursday 13th March

MEREADALOT

Entranced Publishing

 

Friday 14th March

HEAs Are Us

 

Saturday 15th March

Script Land

Daydreaming Star

 

Sunday 16th March

Written In Ink

 

 

There’s even a review already up at The Comer Experience who received an ARC of the book.

http://thecomerexperience.blogspot.com/2014/02/retribution-artemis-series-by-virginia.html?spref=tw

It’s pretty darn exciting. I’m so grateful to everyone who took the time out to read my book or have me on their blog. I truly hope you all enjoyed the book as much as I did writing it. Book people are the best people, aren’t they? 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I should get back to feeling giddy with book excitement. XOXO

VB

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