Thursday, 30 October 2014

My Five Greatest Fears - The Haunting Halloween Blog Hop


When I saw the topic for the hop, I laughed (in classic villain bwahahaa!). Something I'm scared of? Gee, where do I start?!
I've had terrible nightmares all my life, even as an adult. Lots of things scare me, and of course they become ten times worse in the over active imagination of my subconscious. So I'm going to give you my top five fears that get me, mostly at night, but sometimes by day.




1. The dark. Yes, I'm scared of the dark. Even now I can't even walk from one room to another at night without switching on every light along the way. And if hubs is coming home late, all the lights stay on until he gets home and switches them off. This is why one of my villains is a big, bad cloud of darkness.

2. Zombies. This is kind of ironic since I fell in love with Warm Bodies just over a year ago, have now read four zombie stories AND written two of my own, the first having been published this summer. But when I dream about them? *shudders*

3. Dinosaurs. Yeah, a bit of an odd one. A frequent nightmare is to be chased by a dinosaur, often ending with me being eaten alive. As unlikely as zombies but hey, we've all seen Jurassic Park, right?

4. Spiders. Now, I had arachnophobia most of my life, and finally had to have hypnotherapy for it. In the daytime, and providing I spot it at a safe distance, I'm capable of catching these eight legged monstrosities (even the big ones) in a glass and evicting them from my home. I don't believe in killing them (or anything if not necessary.). But in my nightmares I'm often trapped in the middle of a room where the floor, ceiling and walls are literally alive with giant grey spiders I can't escape or capture.


5. Losing my kids. This is any parent's worst nightmare by day or night. In my nightmares, the very real sense of loss, pain, and grief wakes me in tears and often haunts me for days after. I don't think there's anything that scares me more in this world awake or asleep.

Is that all I have nightmares about? No. But those are the recurrent ones. And while I hate having nightmares - the whole trauma of them and waking in a sweat with heart pounding - at least they are just bad dreams. And often great inspirations for my writing.

#Cover #Reveal - Amethyst Chronicles: Winter's Kiss by @kgstutts #scifrom

I'm honoured to be part of the cover reveal for a new scifi series for KG Stutts - the Amethyst Chronicles.


On November 21st, book one in a highly anticipated sci-fi novella series, Amethyst Chronicles: Winter's Kiss launches from brought to you by KG Stutts, the author of the Mirror series. This is actually a spin-off, taking place over a thousand years after the third in Mirror trilogy, Mirror Reformed (out January 16th).

Blurb:
Amethyst is a secret team of genetically enhanced humans which is Earth’s greatest defensive weapon. Leading the team of super soldiers is Ember Wilson, a tough woman with a huge chip on her shoulder. The team gets their name from the after effect of the Genesis Project which turned their eyes and even their blood purple.
For decades, Earth has been ravaged by unpredictable weather which began to cause crops to fail. Most of the planet’s food sources have deteriorated. Dr. Clayton Rudo has proclaimed he has the means to save the soil. He has created a weather machine to regulate and help replenish. But Ember knew the truth. He didn’t want to save the planet. He wanted to control it. Amethyst destroyed the machine, but was placed in stasis. Two years later, Rudo recreated the device and has frozen Washington, DC and the west coast of the United States.
General Tom Blanchard brought Amethyst out of stasis to work with an elite Air Force team, led by Major Liam Ross. Tensions between Ember and Liam rise as they butt heads. Can they work together before Earth is completely under ice?

Excerpt:

A lab technician carefully brought Ember Wilson out of stasis. Liam stood back as her team surrounded the final pod. Her violet eyes fluttered open and Liam’s hands began to shake. He couldn’t believe how stunning she was.
 "What the hell?" she groaned.
"You'll feel sick to your stomach for a moment, but it will pass," Lewis informed her.
"My head," she muttered, rubbing her temple. "What did that empty-headed, bureaucrat ass kisser Blanchard to do to me? How long have we been out?"
“Two years,” he replied.
"Wilson, take a second to get your bearings," Morris said.
“You’ll feel back to normal in a moment,” Nova added.
She scanned the lab, coming to a stop the moment her eyes locked on the General. Her foot pressed against the back of the pod, her eyes wild with anger.
"You son of a bitch!" she yelled as she used her foot to launch herself in the air.
Nova and Morris caught her before she could reach Blanchard. She kicked and screamed for freedom but the duo wouldn't budge. She jerked against the hold they had on her arms, spitting and cursing.
"I know," Lewis calmly said as he stood in front of her. Her foot was inches from his chin when she kicked. "Hey, it’s okay. I know. But there are more pressing matters at hand than him."
"Rudo?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"You got it."
"You moron!" she shouted, looking over Lewis’ shoulder to Blanchard. "You had the chance to stop it before he could act but you were too much of a coward!"
"I'm sorry--"
"Sorry? Sorry?" Her voice was nearly shrieking. "Not yet, but you will be."
"Wilson, Rudo used the weather machine," Nova stated, his face contorted as he strained to keep his hold on her.
"Of course he did! And now we've got to clean up the mess."
"Whatever problems you and I have aren't important right now," Blanchard said.
"You got that right," she snapped. "I'm going to finish what I started and kill Rudo and maybe you'll be lucky not to meet my blaster."
"There's no cause for that," Liam spoke up.
Her purple eyes looked upon the Major for the first time. He instantly regretted interrupting. She stopped struggling against Nova and Morris. A low growl rumbled from deep in her throat as her eyes narrowed. He shifted uncomfortably, fidgeting with the hem of his dress blues. The coldness in her eyes made him shiver.
"Who's the uniform?" She nodded in his direction.
"This is Major Liam Ross," Blanchard introduced. "His team will be working with yours on this mission."
"Absolutely not." Ember shook her head as Nova and Morris let go of her arms. "We're all you need."
"President Packer disagrees."
"I don't give a flying monkey's butt what Packer says."
"This is bigger than your raid on Rudo. You need the man power."
“No one else could’ve broken into the compound! We don’t need or want the help.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
"Doesn’t matter.” Ember fumed. “In case you’ve forgotten, we don't work well with others."
"I know. The leader of the Luteus team still isn’t one hundred percent after the skirmish your two teams had."
"It was a training exercise. Besides, if Mark is still healing after all this time, he should spend time in a therapy tank. That's not my problem."
"Regardless of how you feel, this is the situation. Or you can be put back into the stasis chamber."
"Not on your life." Ember's lips twitched.
"Glad we've reached an accord." Blanchard nodded.
Wilson turned to Ross again, sizing him up. He was tall and, judging by the way his Air Force blues molded to him, was very muscular. His brown hair framed his handsome face but didn't touch the collar of his impeccably clean uniform. Soft brown eyes were watching her intensely.
"Can your pretty boy even hold a blaster?" She questioned Blanchard, nodding toward Liam.
"Direct your inquiries toward me." Liam stood up straighter.
Ember raised an eyebrow, looking slightly amused. "Oh, yeah?"
"I'll have you know that I'm the number one ranking sharpshooter in the world," he told her.
"It's cute you think like that. Rankings don't mean shit," she said. "Scores on a piece of paper are useless in the field."
"I assure you, Major Ross and his five squad members are more than capable of the task," the General said.
"Five?" The members of Amethyst began to laugh.
"You need a squad of five?" Ember chuckled. "Rookie."
"You only need three on your team?" Liam incredulously asked.
"I only need two, but Nova grew on me."
"Aw, thanks, Wilson.” Nova grinned. “That may be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
Ember's eyes burned into the Major's as she continued to assess him.
 "All right, pretty boy. Let's see what you and your boys can do," she said. "Collect your squad and meet us in the training center."

Amethyst Chronicles: Winter's Kiss launches on November 21st, but you can pre-order now for $.99. Head over to the author's website at kgstutts.com to find the links for Barnes and Noble, or pre-order from Amazon US here - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OZN21MS

~Kristina
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 https://www.facebook.com/events/723334017702270/





About the Author:
Growing up in Texas and later South Carolina as the youngest in a house full of science-fiction fans, K.G. Stutts had her natural curiosity and imagination nurtured since birth by family movie nights where they would watch Star Wars, Indiana Jones and even timeless Disney favorites.
 A prolific writer of sci-fi, romance and mystery, K.G. draws much of her inspiration from those amazing works that gave her an appreciation for telling rich, compelling, character-driven stories for all audiences. She is also a contributor to http://iwassociation.com and http://thewritingnetwork.com and is a proud member of the http://www.sfrcontests.blogspot.co.uk/
She lives in North Carolina with her husband, Brad and works for a customer service call center full time. She's a lover of Star Wars, Star Trek (original, TNG, and Voyager), Stargate SG-1 and Atlantis, Muppets, Garfield, Disney, Indiana Jones and is a big football, wrestling, and hockey fan.

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Wednesday, 29 October 2014

No Angel #Cover #Reveal #futuristic #UF

Today is reveal day for my futuristic urban fantasy short - No Angel. This will be released on the 19th of December as part of the Breathless Press angel-themed stories for the holiday. To catch a glimpse of the awesome cover, please visit my excellent hosts below!

Saturday, 25 October 2014

When Love Comes Home - Romancing #Halloween Blog Hop #paranormal #giveaway


Last year I wrote my first ever paranormal story, and a Halloween-themed one at that. Much like my hero, I've had to wait a whole year to reveal it! But now Halloween is upon us and I can share. :) Inspired by the old meaning of All Hallows' Eve, a couple of stock images from dreamstime.com, and a love for Brian Froud fairies, I came up with Hallow's Eve.


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Excerpt:


The thud and chink of beer bottles and glasses on the bar announced Dan’s return.
“So?”
Hal shook his head. “Not tonight.”
“Oh, c’mon, man. Just one beer.”
Hal dropped his gaze to the glass he was still drying with a vehemence it didn’t deserve, avoiding his friend’s pleading stare. “Thanks, but I’m not in the mood.”
Dan made an exasperated sound. “Look, I know it’s nearly a year—”
Pain lanced into his chest. “Stop.” He looked up.
A frown creasing his tanned face, Dan glared back, but he shut up.
Hal sucked in a breath. He didn’t want to fight with Dan over this. The guy had stopped Hal’s life completely falling apart after last Halloween. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he murmured, and relief flickered in Dan’s brown eyes. “But I’m not ready to let it go.”
“I’m not saying you should, man. But how about getting back into some social interaction? You can’t spend the rest of your life as a recluse.”
“I won’t.” Hal smiled. Dan had no idea.
“Then come out for a beer.”
“Another time.”
“Tomorrow then. I know you’ve got the Halloween shift off.”
Hal put down the glass he’d abused. “I’m busy.”
“Oh, yeah? Doing what? Trick or treating?” Dan scoffed. “What is it with you and Halloween? You never struck me as religious enough to find it offensive, but you don’t go out and have any fun either. So how come you always take the night off?”
Hal looked around the bar at all the tawdry holiday decorations, and debated how to answer. Maybe Dan thought he was a closet Christian or something. The truth would shock the hell out of him. Especially with what Hal had planned this year. “My...family don’t see it as something to joke about.”
“Oh. Strict Catholic or something?”
“Something like that.” Hal smiled at the thought of his parents taking Holy Communion. But let Dan interpret it any way he liked.

Blurb:

When love comes home...

Twelve months ago, Hal's world crashed and burned, taking the love of his life with it. He's waited all year for that one special night when the souls of the departed come home, hoping his candle will summon back one in particular to heal his broken heart. But the forbidden knowledge he's learned could call something far worse, and put more than his own soul at risk...

A Paranormal Romance short story

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Friday, 24 October 2014

Off To #BristolCon!


So today I set off for BristolCon, daughter and suitcase full of swag in tow. We're taking the train from Colchester to Bristol with the convention running all day tomorrow. I have serious butterflies! It's twenty five years since I last attended, and this time as a dealer rather than a visitor. This will also be my first convention as an author with books to pimp. Eeep! But I won't be alone. Aside from daughter, I'll be with friend, fellow author and Brigader Misa Buckley (whose artistic talents are responsible for my covers for Gethyon and Reboot, as well as my header for my website).

What can you expect from us? Well, we have download cards for our ebooks and lots of swag. I'll have a basket of book goodies to raffle off, free samples of my three longer works with goodies in the bag, bookmarks, business cards, free wristbands from my publisher that you could win something with, and a stomach full of nerves! Please be gentle! There'll also be some sweets on offer, though I doubt they'll last very long. If you're attending the convention, please stop by and say hello. You won't get badgered into buying a book (promise) and you can pretty much talk to me about anything (psst, Guardians of the Galaxy is a big favourite with me right now. Or Doctor Who, Star Wars, Warm Bodies, Brian Froud fairies, but don't expect me to be up on the latest Walking Dead or Star Trek. Sorry!). I look forward to meeting you!

In the meantime, I'm taking part in the Romancing Halloween blog hop, which also starts tomorrow. There'll be a grand prize giveaway of a gift card, while my current giveaway for Hallow's Eve is still running here until the end of October. And if you'd like a sneak early peek at the upcoming reveal for my futuristic UF No Angel (releasing 19th December) please sign up to my no-spam newsletter in the headings above.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Tuesday Teaser - Return to Emerald City by @SofiaGreyAuthor & @AllysonLindt #giveaway


Excerpt from His Reboot Girl (Return to Emerald City):


The second I started to log in, it would register in the main datacenter, but that alone wouldn’t send up any red flags. If I fluffed the login, it’d lock me out of the core network, but what would Donny do then? That wasn’t a great idea.
“What do you want access to?” I asked.
“Your vault.” The words you moron were implied.
“Which part? It’s segmented. There are different logins for each area.”
“The wetware protocols.”
Could I remember the authentication sequence? I hadn’t even remembered my own name until I heard it. I flattened my palm over the reader, and extended my hand so all four fingerprints were read at once. The login screen appeared immediately, a winking cursor awaiting instructions.
Fuck. What was the format? I swallowed hard, and then gazed at the screen, hoping for inspiration. I hovered my fingers over the keypad, unsure what came first.
“Come on, you should know this like the back of your hand,” Donny said.
Was it my name first? Or the vault name? Or a passkey? I closed my eyes and tried to visualize how it looked. How it should look.
Nothing.
I pushed at the black hole in my memory, and winced at how painful it was. Beads of sweat broke out across my forehead. What was the fucking access protocol?
I know how to make it work.
What had I been thinking of?
“Get a move on, or there’s going to be more screaming.”
I scowled at Donny. “If I fuck this up just once, I’ll be locked out of the system.” I spoke through gritted teeth.
“Well you’d better get it right.”
Think, Scott. The wetware protocols were based on the simple premise of linking up the human brain to others in a bio-neural network. Information could be shared at the speed of light. Instructions sent and received as a single thought. I’d struggled with the response times, but had cracked that problem some time ago.
 I swiped at my forehead. Think. Squeezing my eyes tight shut, I tried to blank out my thoughts. One name emerged from the darkness. Dorothy.

~

Blurb

Dorothy’s Red Shoes 
There’s no place like home… Dorothy is already feeling homesick for Emerald City, and wonders if taking a job halfway around the world was a mistake. When her love life crumbles–again–will she run for home? 

His Replay Girl 
If he only had the nerve… Ten years ago, Quinn made the best choice of his life, and the biggest mistake. It’s true, his band, Lionheart, is one of the biggest in the world, but how much does it mean if he can’t tell the woman he loves how he feels? 

His Reboot Girl 
If he only had a brain… Scott woke up with his head spinning and not much else going on up there. Now he’s a suspect in a terrorist plot, and on the run. One woman insists she's the key to his past and his freedom. Too bad he doesn't remember her. 

His Rewind Girl 
If he only had a heart.... Cam is as much machine as man. There are days he loathes the CyGes implants that saved his life but couldn't do the same for his family. They replaced his limbs, but now he needs someone to mend his heart.


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Twitter: @SofiaGreyAuthor   https://twitter.com/SofiaGreyAuthor 
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Catch Sofia & Allyson blogging at www.GeminiGirls.com



About Sofia Grey:

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

About Allyson Lindt:
Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.


Giveaway!

Sofia and Allyson are generously giving away one e-copy of Return to Emerald City and some swag, open internationally. To enter:
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Saturday, 18 October 2014

Building a Dead New World by Ryan Hill @j_ryan #YA #zombie #postapoc

Building a post-apocalyptic zombie world



Building a word is one of the most fun - and challenging - things a writer can take on. Creating a world out of thin air, like, say, Middle Earth, is one thing. It's an entirely new world with no previously set rules or expectations in place. When I decided to write Dead New World, I didn't have that luxury when I thought up the story's world.

Most everybody is familiar with the zombie genre in books and films. The genre comes with a certain set of rules to follow, or you run the risk of alienating the core audience. With DNW, I first decided when to set the story. I thought it would be fun to have characters who'd only known a world overrun by zombies, so Holt, the main character in DNW, was born shortly after the zombie apocalypse happened. This also provided the added fun of having characters with no clue about things like the Super Bowl, or Vietnam.


Once I had the time figured out, I started thinking in more detail about this world. If people survived as long as seventeen years after the zombie apocalypse, groups had to have banded together. Built protective enclosures to live in. Being in places that were already somewhat secure, like a military fort, only made sense. In DNW, the humans are barely hanging on, but they're also trying to take back the world. Every day, the military goes out and tries to destroy as many zombies as they can, hoping to take the country back bit-by-bit. But why would people do this? If everything had gone to hell, why bother with restoring order? That led to the idea of the US government trying to rebuild Washington, DC.


Strategically, taking back a city, like DC, doesn't make any sense. It's suicide to try and take back a city flooded with zombies. But, in DNW, humans take back DC. It took a long time and cost upwards of a million lives, but retaking DC was more a PR move than anything else. By controlling the nation's capitol,people can have a symbol that the United States lives on, and one day things will go back to the way they were. Sure, it won't happen any time soon (if at all), but it gives people hope.


One thing I really wanted to explore in DNW was the idea of religion and zombies. Personally, if zombies started walking around, it would be some sort of confirmation that there's life after death, making religion vital to some people. I mean, if the dead can rise, wouldn't that confirm there's a God? How would people react to that? The entire world of DNW has a religious undercurrent for that very reason.


Apart from that, I just tried to think of a twisted, scary world where zombies aren't necessarily the biggest threat out there. DNW certainly acknowledges the tropes of the genre, but it also takes a lot of them and adds some wrinkles, making the world unique unto itself. What kind of wrinkles, you ask? You'll have to read Dead New World to find out.





Bio:




Growing up, Ryan Hill used to spend his time reading and writing instead of doing homework. This resulted in an obsession with becoming a writer, but also a gross incompetence in the fields of science and mathematics. A graduate of North Carolina State University, Ryan has been a film critic for over five years. He lives in Raleigh, NC, with his dog/shadow Maggie. Ryan also feels strange about referring to himself in the third person.


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Blurb:

Zombies aren’t mindless anymore. 

Before the world fell into chaos, zombies existed only in the imagination. Now, there’re more dead walking the earth than living. Zombies move about freely, while humans are forced behind concrete barricades to stay alive. 

A man known only as the Reverend has become a threat to the rebuilding United States. The leader of a powerful cult, the Reverend somehow controls the zombies, bending them to his will. He believes zombies are God’s latest creation, making humanity obsolete, and he wants to give every man, woman, and child the chance to become one. With the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, his army composed of both humans and zombies, he may well get his wish. 

Best friends Holt and Ambrose went up against the Reverend once. Holt lost a foot and a zombie bit Ambrose… though he didn’t completely turn. He survived the virus, only to become a human-zombie hybrid, reviled by the living and unwelcome among the dead. When the Reverend kidnaps the woman Holt loves, the race is on to save her from a fate worse than death. 

Holt and Ambrose must sacrifice everything to take down the Reverend and survive in this dead new world. But will they lose their souls in the process?


(psst, I gave Dead New World four gruesomely shiny stars! Go buy it!)

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Red stilettos and Lightbulbs - Guest Post by Sofia Grey #scifi #romance

You know how sometimes, the best results come about by accident? That’s how Return to Emerald City happened.

I was working on a short story aimed at a Christmas anthology. It featured a heroine called Dorothy, a pair of bright red stilettos, and a longing to go home. Real life got in the way of my writing, and I put my story aside to work on other commitments.

Around the same time, my writing / critique partner—Allyson Lindt—was finishing up a novella loosely named The Tin Man, about a futuristic hero with cybernetic implants. Camden has a lot of implants, and fears he’s lost his heart along the way.

I’m not sure who had the lightbulb moment first, but we both saw the potential for combining the stories. They both had a Wizard of Oz connection. From there we hashed out some details, agreed to each write another (for the Scarecrow and the Lion) and Return to Emerald City was born.

Sounds lovely and simple? The idea was, but like most stunning ideas, it had to be turned into reality. The first issue was creating the world, and this meant futurising Dorothy. I’d written her story as a contemp, but in order to mesh in with Camden’s, I had to shift it forty years into the future.

We wanted the stories to all link together, for the characters to develop across the story arc, and this happened surprisingly easily. Like all good characters, they grew and changed, and shared their stories with us.

We were beautifully organised, sharing documents in Google Drive and trying to keep track of the myriad of tiny details that needed to be consistent across four stories. I’ve lost track of the number of emails going back and forth between us, querying things like:
-          is it Mag-Line, Magline, or MagLine?
-          What’s the name of Camden’s girlfriend? I’ve forgotten it…

Did I mention that Allyson and I are not only in different time zones, we’re on different dates! She’s in the USA, while I live down under in New Zealand. It made collaborating interesting, to say the least * grin *

And after months of detail-checking, editing (huge thanks to “A” for content edits, and Sotia Lazu for line edits), and hours of poring over Shutterstock for the perfect cover model (isn’t Dorothy beautiful?), it’s finally released.

We had a blast working together on this, and know what? We’re already planning another collaboration for next year. Watch this space…



Excerpt from His Rewind Girl

His smile had gone from playful to dangerous, and a spike of desire drove through her. She fumbled for something witty to say, but every word raced from her thoughts.
“I might be thinking something.” His voice had dropped an octave, and she felt it roll through her as much as she heard it. Her heartbeat increased, and every inch of her pulsed with a hyper-aware sensitivity.
A heavy pause hung between them, and then he dipped his head. His mouth found hers, feather-light kiss touching her lips. She gasped, and leaned closer to deepen the kiss.
He pulled back, and disappointment flooded her. But his hand still caressed her waist. His quiet voice wove through the night. “You should know I’m not in the market for any kind of relationship. Not emotionally, anyway.”
When he shifted his weight, a distant streetlight bounced off something hanging around his neck. She squinted, and sick disbelief crawled into her gut. A gold ring with a tiny diamond hung from the chain. It had to have fallen out during their ride. She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “You’re married.”
He glanced down at his chest, corners of his mouth tugging down. He shoved the chain back under his shirt. “No. Not even close.” His jaw tightened, and he dropped his arm. “Never mind. I need to get home.”
Single, emotionally attached to someone else, and oh so alluring. Perfect. She grabbed his synth hand before she could talk herself out of it. She knew CyGes did an amazing job with their implants, but it still occasionally caught her off guard that a fake hand felt as real as any real one, from texture to temperature. It was in the little details—speed, precision, stamina—that the differences shone through.
“Do you have to, really?” She cringed at the plea in her voice, and pushed as much of it away as she could. “I’m sorry if I dragged up bad memories.”
He didn’t pull away, but he also didn’t move closer. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not looking for anything emotional either.” Did people usually talk about one night stands like this? How awkward. Why couldn’t they just do it then go their separate ways? She traced her thumb over the back of his knuckles. “We can go back to my hotel. Or just hang here and talk a little longer.”
Wow, talk about desperate sounding. She fumbled internally for the confidence that had driven her to start this entire conversation.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry. This was a bad idea.”
Pride kept her going as much as want. She pulled his hand up and laid tiny kisses along each fingertip. The faint scent of silicone greeted her again, and she tried to be subtle about inhaling. “I didn’t mean to ruin the mood. We can get it back.”
“Probably not wise.” Despite his words, the determination was gone from his voice. His shoulders relaxed, and his expression softened.
She pressed her body as close to his as she could be without making contact. She flicked her tongue out over one of his fingers, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. That was a delicious sound. She sucked the finger into her mouth. A hint of plastic mingled with the taste of skin. Damn, she loved that taste. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
Her eyes snapped open, when he jerked his hand away. She was stunned to find him glaring at her, eyes practically a glacier. She frowned. “Did I do something wrong?”
He put more than a foot between them. “You knew.”
She raised her eyebrows. What was she missing? “Knew…?”
He sighed and shook his head, jamming his hands into his pockets. “You knew I’m part synth.”
She shrugged. “So?”
“Fuck.” He spoke between clenched teeth. “I’m not a fucking human vibrator. And I’m not interested in being your fetish.”
The blunt words, as honest as they were, sliced her and dug deep in the resulting wounds. “Excuse me?”
He spun away, already mounting his bike. “Go find someone else’s bike to ride. I’ve got an appointment in the morning.”
She glared at his rapidly vanishing back, as he peeled off and tore down the road. Hurt and embarrassment warred for her attention. She kicked both aside and smothered them with anger.

Asshole.
***



Blurb

Dorothy’s Red Shoes 
There’s no place like home… Dorothy is already feeling homesick for Emerald City, and wonders if taking a job halfway around the world was a mistake. When her love life crumbles–again–will she run for home? 

His Replay Girl 
If he only had the nerve… Ten years ago, Quinn made the best choice of his life, and the biggest mistake. It’s true, his band, Lionheart, is one of the biggest in the world, but how much does it mean if he can’t tell the woman he loves how he feels? 

His Reboot Girl 
If he only had a brain… Scott woke up with his head spinning and not much else going on up there. Now he’s a suspect in a terrorist plot, and on the run. One woman insists she's the key to his past and his freedom. Too bad he doesn't remember her. 

His Rewind Girl 
If he only had a heart.... Cam is as much machine as man. There are days he loathes the CyGes implants that saved his life but couldn't do the same for his family. They replaced his limbs, but now he needs someone to mend his heart.


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Twitter: @SofiaGreyAuthor   https://twitter.com/SofiaGreyAuthor 
Amazon author profile page: https://www.amazon.com/author/sofiagrey

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Catch Sofia & Allyson blogging at www.GeminiGirls.com




About Sofia Grey:

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.



About Allyson Lindt:

Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Tuesday Teaser - Looted by Sheri Verlarde


Excerpt:

Bruce sat in the lounge. Another night, another expensive bar. He didn’t think his NYPD salary would take much more of this side investigation, but he knew that he was on the right track. Now he just needed to find his mystery beauty, then the real investigation could begin. He had sent out feelers to every host of the finer bars, restaurants and hotels in town, hoping to find a woman to match the description he had. Needless to say there were a lot of gorgeous women in Manhattan and he had spent more time and money than he cared to think about chasing models and actresses.

This was his last tip and his wallet thanked him. If this didn’t pan out, well then back to the drawing board. The fellows back at the station were already making fun of him for searching for a “Model Ring of Thieves,” but they all also knew his hunches always paid off. Could this be the first time he was actually wrong?

Suddenly he felt a hot tingle running down his spine, something more than his “spidey sense” the guys joked about. This was a first. His entire being seemed to be heating up from the inside. It was not unpleasant, but it certainly left him feeling confused. He turned around and saw her walking into the lounge. He had seen the best-looking women Manhattan had to offer over the past few weeks, but none of them could compare to this creature. As he stared, she turned toward him and gave a start, a look of surprise quickly passing over her face before she resumed her beautiful perfection. This was the woman he had been searching for.

Blurb:

Sophia longs for the days when she was worshipped as a goddess and celebrated for her glory. Now she hides in plain sight and does what she must to keep the lifestyle she is accustomed. She has never been close to discovery until one New York City Detective, Bruce Stoker, enters the picture. Now all that she is and has done could come out into the open and destroy everything. She should disappear, but there is something different about this man that draws her to him.

Detective Bruce Stoker has never had an unsolved case, but there is something different about these art heists. Money is taken, but art is given to museums. Strange. If he can find the beautiful woman who seems to be the common link, then everything should be simple. That is what he thought at least until he met the gorgeous suspect in question.

Bio:

Sheri Velarde, who sometimes uses the pen name Kelly Ryan, lives in New Mexico and grew up with a fascination for all things that "go bump in the night", so it is no wonder that she turned to writing paranormal romance. In her spare time, she fancies herself a cryptozoologist and loves to paranormal related outings, searching for things that might not really exist. She is an avid exerciser and gets some of her best ideas while on runs. She also has a bit of a wild side, which only leads to inspiration for her writing.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living.

She is constantly putting out new material, so it is best to keep up with her on her website.

Kelly/Sheri is a multi-published author; you can keep up to date with all things Kelly Ryan/Sheri Velarde at: www.sherivelarde.weebly.com or on Facebook at Sheri Velarde/Kelly Ryan.

Buy links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Looted-Weekend-Getaways-Book-126-ebook/dp/B00O4ILMX8/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/looted

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-looted-1638247-149.html

Secret Cravings: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&products_id=953&zenid=u8qd49n44ibepogvtvpscipqh4


Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/looted-sheri-velarde/1120452485?ean=2940046210903

Monday, 13 October 2014

Hoping for Love at #Halloween - Hallow's Eve tour begins #giveaway #paranormal #romance


And so it begins! The 13th might not be the most auspicious date to begin a book tour, but strangely in keeping with the Halloween theme I feel. So, to follow along on the tour and enter the spooky giveaway taking place until the end of October, please visit my awesome hosts below (and you can see what magic topics they'll be hosting):

13thWinter Bayne Fairies, Imps and Sprites
15th - Going from Somebody to Nobody Three Little Things (story inspiration)
17thLizaO’Connor Red Hair Rocks
19thKristina Stutts How to make a Woman
20th - Layna Pimentel Review
21stCelia Breslin All Hallows’ Eve
22ndSonya Clark Interview
24thPatty Hammond Five Facts about Hallow’s Eve
25thParanormal Reads Review
27thLiana Brooks Hodge’s Spiced Elderberry Cordial
26th+27thParanormal Romantics Interview

30th - Mark of the Stars Five Facts about Witchcraft