The third book in the Scarlet Rain Series is finally out! Creator of Shadows is out today, and continues the journey of the immortals, as they battle against Feoran and the darker forces behind him. Read on to find out more!
When Lorenna is kidnapped by Feoran, the head of the vampyric Clan, it’s a dent in the Resistance. While she was expecting his twisted advances to her, she didn’t expect to feel something for him in return.
But that’s the least of her problems.
The city is more in ruins than ever, the Cuans being cut off one by one to prevent the rebellious humans taking over any part of New London. And after the discovery made at the Factory, armies of clones now walk the streets, ready to kill and trained viciously by their vampire masters.
The rebels must band together in full force, both to rescue their beloved witch from Feoran’s clutches, and to give the final push against the Clan. But a traitor in the heart of their inner circle is plotting with a vampire who wants more than they have, threatening to bring everything they have worked for tumbling down around them.
Can Lorenna gain her freedom to help her friends, and can they finally cut the head off the serpent that is the Clan? Or will humanity forever remain in its iron grip?
Where can I get a copy?
Where can I find out more about the author?
I’m Miranda Stork, and I’m addicted. Addicted to writing and reading books, anyway. And chocolate, but that’s another issue – no interventions, please.
I live in the middle of a forest in North Yorkshire, spending my spare time as the wild woman of the woods, scaring small children and upsetting the sheep. On the days that I feel like being civilized, or I haven’t got any unicorns to ride, I sit down and pour the tumbling thoughts in my head out onto digital paper. Mainly the thoughts and characters come out in paranormal form, with a good smattering of romance, because everyone likes a good cuddle. But you can also find strong elements of thrillers, myths, and even dystopia amongst the pages of all my novels. I’ve wanted to write books ever since I first realised that fairytales were not the newspapers of the fairy kingdom, but the imaginings of actual people who wanted to tell fancy made-up stories to other people. From that moment, I was hooked.
Why do I write? Good question. It might be easier to just keep the stories in my head, or even just to write them for myself. But I want to share them. There is no greater delight for a writer than when a reader devours your book, and declares, “Something in that novel resonated with me. And I want MORE.” So grab your lucky clover and a baseball bat (there’s some nasty paranormal creatures where we’re going), eat the cookie with ‘eat me’ tagged on it, and enter through the tiny door into the world of Miranda Stork…
Hey, everyone! 🙂 sorry for the lack of posts over the past week or so, I’ve had one of those weeks where you just don’t stop spinning around with work and family. You know the kind of week, right? Anyhoo, to make up for it, here’s a snippet from my new paranormal WIP, Reaper’s Deliverance, and I’ve got a post coming tomorrow about the first line of any book, so keep an eye out! Enjoy! 😀
(Also, my MC here swears quite a lot, but I’ve beeped them out. LOL)
This is a joke. A sick joke one of the others is playing on me. Ryder let out a shaking breath, digging his nails into the soft flesh of his palms as he shook his head vigorously. Thoughts tumbled one over the other in his mind, shifting against each other in a flurry of colours and faces. The fear in the pit of his stomach squeezed at him, and he felt the hairs rising up on the back of his neck in response. Limbs trembling, he staggered backwards, away from the nightmare in front of him. The hooded figure simply crooked its finger again, letting out a deep, mournful sigh.
Ryder blew in and out a few calming breaths, drawing himself up and sticking his chin out proudly. Come on, Ryder, what the f*** are you frightened of? It’s a joke. Making the decision firm in his mind, he swallowed back the bile that threatened to erupt from his throat, striding across the hall confidently. His footsteps echoed sharply back to him, the hard rubber soles of his boots hitting the floor with uncustomary heaviness. Stopping just shy of the two figures, Ryder felt a chill travel along his skin, lifting hairs with it in its wake, as he parted his dry lips and passed his tongue across them. “So, who’s the joker? Is it Greg? Matthew? It was Matthew, wasn’t it?” He let out a dry chuckle, his nerves jumping at the croakiness of his own voice.
When no response came from either of the figures gazing down at him with their dark expressions, anger flared in his gut, his natural reaction to anything being withheld from him. It was a reaction every probation officer and police officer had ever seen from him. Temples throbbing, Ryder glanced from one to the other with wild eyes, screaming, “Tell me who the f*** it was!”
“It’s no use shouting, young man. I’m stood right in front of you, and I can hear perfectly, despite my age,” the cloaked man intoned. His voice boomed across the hall, and the resonance of the tone brought memories of worlds long since passed, of lives come and gone in the blink of an eye. He lowered his crooked arm, the fabric of his cloak whispering as he shifted down the steps to come closer. Ryder lifted his boot as if to take a step back, but held his ground, tensing his jaw. The man paused for a second, holding the staff out for the woman by his side to take. She gripped it silently, grasping the wood with both hands as she brought it before her and rested on it.
The man brought his hands up to the hood, pulling it back deliberately. Ryder bit his tongue to prevent whimpering as the deathly countenance of the figure was revealed. His skin was as pale as snow, both eyes milky-white and blind, no hair on his head. Wrinkles covered his skin, but there was something youthful about the way he held himself. “Gilbert Ryder Thompson, I am sorry to greet you here, for one so young. This,” he continued, gesturing around the grand space with raised arms, “is the Hall of Rest.”
“What is this? What’s going on?” Ryder bit out, taking the step back with his boot as he swallowed hard to coax saliva back into his dry mouth.
The figure fixed him with both milky eyes, and uttered, “My name is Ankou, and this is my wife, Morrigan. We are the Guardians of Death. It is our solemn duty to help those who have died…pass over into their next life.”
The words slammed into Ryder like the truck had slammed into his fragile body. Air seemed to evaporate from his lungs, and he clutched at his throat, wheezing for oxygen as his stomach twisted.
Taken from ‘Reaper’s Deliverance’, copyright © Miranda Stork, 2014.
Hey everyone! 🙂 Exciting stuff today – I just heard the first two chapters of the audiobook for Vigilante of Shadows! I cannot describe to you how amazing it was to hear Aodhan’s ‘voice’ – I nearly fell off my chair with excitement! Okay, so maybe I’m being overdramatic, but the narrator is doing an incredible job at turning my pages into real people.
So…do you want to have a listen? 😉 Here’s the snippet from the first chapter of the Vigilante of Shadows audiobook (I don’t want to give away too much, wait until it’s out – it’ll be worth it), as narrated by the awesome Matt Lloyd Davies. (You can find out more about him here – http://www.matthewlloyddavies.com/) You can check out all the other projects he has going here too, there’s some great audiobooks he’s already done for other authors.
Audio sample copyright © Miranda Stork
Narration copyright © Matthew Lloyd Davies
Hey again, folks! 🙂 today I’m featuring a new novel from one of my favourite authors, Tyffani Clark Kemp (make sure to check out her other books too) This is one book you don’t want to miss is you love vampires, drama, and epic stuff all rolled up into one. Scroll down to check out more – and take a look at that gorgeous cover designed by J. A. Howell!
Book #2 in the LeKrista Scott, Vampire Hunted series
LeKrista Scott survived three separate vampire attacks, almost drowned, and turned down her boyfriend’s proposal. What else could possibly go wrong?
Apparently, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. Lizette, a brand new vampire with a grudge, blames LeKrista for being turned into a monster. In retaliation, she decides to go straight for the throat, so to speak, and attack LK’s ailing mother at her rest home. LeKrista enlists the help of her “Vampire liason” Roman, but it could never be that easy. Not for her.
A daywalker, a born vampire who can walk in the sun, has been hired by the head of the Vampire Counsel to collect LeKrista and the debt she owes him. As payment, her great great aunt is taken. Once again, the Mages refuse to help, so what is a girl to do, but rescue her family herself?
With her back against the wall, LeKrista will rise up stronger and teach the preternatural world to fear the Vampire Hunted.
Where can I get my grabby hands on a copy?
And where can I find out more about the author?
Welcome to the cover reveal for Elle J Rossi’s INDIGO DAWN, coming out 25th March with Moon Rose Publishing! Josie Hawk and Keller O’Leary are back in full force in this continuation of the Josie Hawk Chronicles, kicking the ass of every dark creature that stalks the night in Nashville.
Vampire Lust and Pixie Dust.
Josie Hawk is a Huntress. A killer devoted to protecting the humans of Nashville from the shadows that lurk in the night. But the shadows are gaining ground.
When an infamous pixie tricks Josie into a drug-induced nightmare, Josie envisions the death of her vampire lover, Keller O’Leary. Was the vision a threat … maybe even a promise? But from whom?
Desperate to track down the source of the toxic psychedelic pixie dust, Josie kicks and punches her way toward the truth. But her efforts backfire, provoking a deadly attack at Wolfie’s—the bar Josie co-owns with her sister-in-arms, Sage.
Tag. You’re it.
Haunted by the threat to Keller, Josie scrambles to outwit her elusive opponent before the deadly game escalates and claims more lives. But in saving Nashville, will Josie lose those she loves?
Or will she be too late to stop the deadly game of tag?
Mark your calendars, and don’t forget to pre-order from these places!
Amazon US – no pre-order, but keep an eye out!
Amazon UK – no pre-order, but keep an eye out!
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/412784
Moon Rose Publishing – http://www.moonrosepublishing.com/#!indigo-dawn/c1z94
You can find out more about Elle J Rossi in these places!
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/ElleJRossiAuthor
Twitter – https://twitter.com/ElleJRossi
Website – http://www.ellejrossi.com/
Moon Rose Publishing – http://www.moonrosepublishing.com/#!elle-j-rossi/c6b8
NEW RELEASE IN THE HUNTER SERIES
BLOOD IS HEAVIER – book one in the Hunter Series
Nick Hunter used to be a contract killer. Now he’s cut all links to his former lifestyle and can at last relax and live a normal life. He settles down to married life. He has a son. He adores his little family. Unbeknown to him, shadows from his past step forward to shatter his short-lived peace. His wife is dead, his four-year old son kidnapped and it looks like someone is trying to frame him for murder. Under pressure, broken, is there anything Nick wouldn’t do to rescue his son? A fast-paced, edge-of-your-seat read that will keep you turning the pages to the very end.
BLOOD IS POWER – book two in the Hunter Series
Comfortable in the knowledge that his good mate, Tequila, is perfectly able to look after his loved ones, Nick Hunter does exactly what he shouldn’t do and proceeds to track down and eliminate every person involved in his son’s kidnap. But where will the chase end? And has he bitten off more than he can chew? Nick discovers a tangled net of drugs, human slavery and corruption. Will he enter the lion’s den? Will his family stay safe? Will he be framed for murder? Find out July 19th.
“Action!” Dollar shouted. Then, quieter, to her. “Oh, I will enjoy watching your end, Precious. Every single second of it. Every cut, every lick of blood, every morsel of flesh that drops off your body.”
Tequila felt her eyes bulge out of their sockets. She was too terrified to breathe, too stunned to think. And still, the beast walked nearer. He sneered, and then lifted up the scalpel until it was level with his chin.
“Don’t forget to scream,” he whispered.
Welcome to the tour for Welcome To The Family! A debut vampire novel by Caroline F Levy, it’s out now at Amazon, Kobo, Smashwords, and Moon Rose Publishing. Why not check out a little more about the book below?
“Do you believe in things that go bump in the night?”
At only a few hours old, Angela is left on the steps of St Paul’s church. Alone in the world, the only link she has to her past is a pink blanket bearing an emblem with two crossed swords and a snake.
A troubled childhood spent in orphanages leads to Angela attempting to rebuild her shattered life as an adult. Meeting the priest who found her eighteen years previously, she gets a job and a boyfriend, and settles into her new life.
Until she meets Jack.
Drawn to her new boss, she throws herself into work, feeling an unusual bond with people she hasn’t known very long.
Angela becomes embroiled in this new life, feeling a change within herself. A change which isn’t altogether human. Within this change she finds a terrifying secret…a secret which involves her past, her present, and definitely her future…
And now for the interview! 🙂
1. Welcome to Notes on a Page, Angela. Sit down, grab a drink. What’s your poison? I’ve got G&T, Martini…all sorts!
Hi Miranda, Thanks don’t mind if I do… Hmm *looks longingly at Miranda’s charioted artery* A nice glass of red would be nice. *smiles, and accidently shows a little fang*
2. Ah, my mistake, I forgot about the fangs. But you didn’t know about this at the beginning of your story, right? How was it to find out you were a vampire?
No, I grew up not knowing who I am, or where I came from. So finding out I’m a vampire was a total douse… to say the least, still getting used to these little beauties. *smiles, showing major fang*
3. It can’t have been an easy process, how did you deal with it? Have you settled into being one easily?
At first I didn’t want to believe, I could be a member of the un-dead. *lol* Obviously I am alive and well, it was hard going at first. Having Jack to help me through the change was good. Okay fantastic… And of course Roger is always near for support, or to just be my cuddly bear, if needed. I am settling into life as a vamp ok, just want to get on with things now, and enjoy what life throws my way.
4. And that wasn’t the only huge event in your life either. Not only did you find out you were a vampire, but you also got to meet your mother—who you had never met…how was that meeting?
Meeting Jesaray, mum… was difficult. Neither of us are, hmm forthcoming with our emotions, but I could feel a connection with her straight away. I know where I get my stubbornness from now.
5. That brings us onto your nemesis, of course…your half-brother, Erick. Do you think he’s going to cause some trouble?
I have mixed feelings about Erick. I can see why he is upset with the way our Father treats him, but then again it’s not my fault, I didn’t even know they existed. I can see if him being trouble though. Mum has told me, I actually get the stubbornness from our Father. If that is the case, there will be no changing his mind. *looks sad* would have been nice to have had a how can I put it, a non-dysfunctional family.
6. Without giving too much away for those who haven’t read your story yet, you were a little disappointed by someone we thought you were going to fall head-over-fangs in love with—but it didn’t happen! Is there anyone new on the horizon?
Oh… That would be telling, *winks* maybe, maybe not lol. I honestly don’t know at the moment Miranda, my life is such a rollercoaster at the moment, and I am going to take each day as it comes. Plus I’m only young, I have my whole life ahead of me, that’s a long time to be with any one person. Maybe one day though.
7. And finally…do you think your author, Caroline F Levy, penned you well in your book?
Caroline didn’t do too badly, might have had me hanging there at times. * shakes head* she is totally addicted to coffee, and thought nothing of leaving us midway through… *coughs* well you know… to go get a refill But I think she has started the tale off okay. We have a lot more to share.
8. Thank you for being here, Angela. Any final words for our readers?
*smiles, showing fang* Thank you Miranda for having me over, Hmm well not sure what to say, apart from it was nice to meet you all, and I hope you enjoy reading my story, there is so much more to tell, I do-so hope you will be joining me, and cheering me along, for the next instalment of my family’s saga.
I was born in Chatham, Kent in 1970. I now live in Yorkshire with my daughter and our five mad cats.
My first memories of any book would have been my mother reading The Enormous Turnip. It must have driven her mad, as it was always our first choice when asked what we should read tonight.
I grew up with the classics; Little Women, The Railway Children, but it would have been The House That Died and Bluebeard that I remember wanting to read.
I can remember writing a verse for the school song, and being chosen as a winner for what was then 3rd year juniors. I stopped reading so much in my late teens to my mid twenties. Life seemed to always be too busy for that pile of books I so wanted to read. It was when I went into hospital to have my daughter, that I had time to read again–and thankfully I haven’t stopped since.
However, it wasn’t until my late twenties that I realised I wanted to write. I have spent a few years trying to complete an online creative writer’s course; without much success, but it led me to what I am writing now. So never give up if you really want to write!
I am very influenced by Fantasy fiction / Horror, most of the books I read are in this genre. I have many Authors I like to follow; Anne Rice was very influential in the beginning. I also discovered Laurel K Hamilton and many, many more. I could go on about different Authors I like to read. However, I will say that this year I have also discovered there are literally, well, probably thousands of very talented Indie Authors out there. And a very welcoming and friendly bunch they are too, but I digress–yes, I get very excited about the subject of books!
I have finished my first novel called Welcome To The Family, which will be published April 29th 2013. I also have other novels in the pipeline, Nikki’s Revenge and Protecting The Family, due out later in the year.
Hello everyone! Have we got a treat for you today…none other than Lucius himself is with us, main character of Lucius; The Fallen by Tara S. Wood and Lorecia Goings. So without further ado, let’s introduce him. Ladies, hold onto your pants. That’s all I’m saying.
Welcome to Notes on a Page, Lucius. Grab a drink, settle in. Now, on to the questions. How does it feel to have a book written about you?
Oddly disconcerting. *laughs with an easy grin* Especially the more…intimate moments. That was an eye-opener.
I can imagine. Sounds a bit like Facebook, but on paper. *ahem* How do you think the authors tackled you? Have they penned your personality as you are?
Tara and Lori have been great. I think they captured who and what we are without sugar-coating it. That was hard at times because some serious sh-stuff happens. For all of us. *furrows brow* They could’ve made me sound taller, though.
Six-foot-0dd not tall enough for you? This is Lucius, not Jack and the Giant. That’s why they’re the writers, and you’re the angel. *sniggers* So did you expect to fall in love?
Never. For a long time, I thought my life would never change. That I couldn’t get back anything I lost. But I found something I never imagined. *smiles* Persephone.
Awww. *all the women in the room sigh and sniffle, a few grab tissues* You make a lovely couple. And what about your new wings? You been clogging up airplanes with them lately?
*chuckles* No, I haven’t, humans have a tendency to see what they want when looking at me. Though I have broken a couple of vases in Coriander’s spread. *clears throat nervously* I will admit, getting them back was a dream come true. Between my wings and my woman, I’m whole again.
Hopefully, Coriander will have her hands full with too many other things to notice. That, or I’d stock up on Superglue. On that note, do you have any quirks or unusual abilities?
*sly grin* Abilities? I think that’s more a question for Persephone. *chuckles at the shocked glare, and struggles to maintain a serious expression* I guess I always keep pushing, never being able to be satiated is difficult. I used to keep pushing for something, I didn’t know what…But now I’ve got my woman and my father…and my brothers.
*makes notes* Must…ring…Persephone later. That’s another interview for another day, I feel. Secretly, what do you think of your brothers-in-wings?
*deadpans* Flock of fat, gossipy pigeons. No, seriously. I love them. They’re my brothers. They’re as much a part of me as Seph is. I would lay down my life for all of them. Even Dom, the difficult bastard. *grins*
*giggles* ‘Gossipy pigeons’. That one is going in a Christmas joke somewhere. But you must have some flaws, everyone does. What do you truly fear?
Losing everything I’ve regained. And falling again. I much prefer the graces of the sky than the hardness of the earth.
Must be amazing to be able to fly like that. And I think you’re good with not falling again, you’ve learned your lesson. Are you going to settle down with Persephone and be a home pigeon now?
As much as I can. We still have our work to do, the guys and me. But, it’s nice to have her to come home to. And anywhere Persephone is…that’s home for me now. She was mentioning Indonesia the other day in fact. Sounds like fun to me.
Indonesia, huh? That does lead me to my next question…we know the next book focusses on Jude. What can you tell us about that?
It’s gonna be one hell of a ride. Find something to hang onto and brace yourself. *leans forward and furrows brow in thought* Jude is sort of like a cookie in wax. Once you crack through, you get the sweet stuff, but you’ll have to deal with the taste of candle. That’s about it. I hope Coriander f***s the hell out of him.
Waxy cookies? Seems legit. We’ll brace ourselves like a monkey hanging onto a tree. A sexy, angel-style tree. And finally…has Domniel said anything about me? Not that I’m desperate or anything, but you know, just curious. *flushes, tries to look interested in questions*
*waves a casual hand *He may have mentioned the sexy English chick with a fondness for G&T’s. *leans in* A word of advice, love. If he offers to buy you a drink – say no. I can’t vouch for where your underwear will end up.
Probably the dishwasher. I’ve read the book. I’m fine with that. Well thank you for being here today, Lucius, it’s been a genuine pleasure to have you. Don’t mind the fainting ladies when you leave. And mind the–! *winces as a crash resounds* Never mind. I never liked that vase anyway.
If you want to find out more about this sexy and enigmatic fallen angel, just read down and take a look at the blurb and trailer! You’ll also find buy links, an excerpt, and the awesome contest! Whew!
“Relish this moment in My favor. It is your last.”
Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill-fated decision cast them out of Heaven. Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen.
Lucius, once revered at the side of God, fell to Earth with his brothers to pay penance and atone for his lapse in leadership. Wingless and forsaken, they have all paid a price for their complicity. Lucius’ hubris is now a curse, and he cannot rest until they carry out the last of The Almighty’s orders…and stop a war that has been millennia in the making.
Persephone Roberts is always in the right place at the right time, the serendipity allowing her to help people on her travels. When it leads her to cross paths with the band of hard-living fallen angels, she sets her sights on their leader, and is determined to restore Lucius’ faith in their quest. And in himself.
But the ancient evil the angels strive to fight has put Persephone in its crosshairs. It will be up to Lucius and his brothers to save her and destroy the minions of the dark. Can the amber-eyed beauty with her accepting heart heal wounds that cut soul deep, and force him to reclaim a glory he once tossed aside? Is he strong enough to realize the path back to Heaven begins with her, or will he be forever…fallen?
The subtle whoosh of air from the doorway ahead made all five angels turn as one.
“Is there another one?” Lucius muttered. Turning to Domniel, he said, “Can you smell another one?”
Domniel lifted his head and walked toward the doorway. “Hard to tell. That smell’s everywhere. I’ll follow it and see what I find.”
“Good. Elijah, go with him,” Lucius said as he bent toward the pool of goo to begin purifying the remains. From the corner of his eye, Lucius watched Elijah nod and jog off to catch up with Domniel.
Task finished, he placed the vial of holy water in his pocket, and called after the blind angel. “Dom?”
“Yeah, man, out here.”
He motioned to Jude and Mordecai, and they ran across the street to another parking lot. He paused as he realized Domniel and Elijah weren’t alone.
A woman stared at them from across the lot. She looked calm. A dark halo of thick curls was pulled back tight, emphasizing an oval face and high cheekbones. The assassin-chic ensemble she sported could not detract from the feminine perfection she represented.
She laid smoldering eyes on them and growled, her voice smoky and rich, “Figures I would find pigeons here. It is the gutter, after all.”
Domniel’s head tilted and Lucius knew he was trying to locate her. He caught a whiff of sand and something exotic and ancient. He knew the blind angel had found her when he turned, putting his shades on her.
“Where the fuck did you come from?” Domniel snarled.
She laughed, the sultry sound designed to stir men’s loins. “A higher plane of existence, you useless bird.”
His dark sunglasses looked her up and down. “No shit, you a Jersey girl? That explains a lot.”
She glared at him before bringing her arm forward to reveal a flaming scimitar. “You pigeons always have to crap on somebody else’s sidewalk, don’t you?”
Lucius stepped forward and laid a hand on Domniel’s shoulder, urging him to stand down. Apprehension collided with recognition like a shot to his gut, and he gave the deposed goddess a slow, tight smile, hoping that this encounter would leave them with all their limbs.
“Do you have any idea what you just screwed up?” Khemrhy laid the scimitar across her back, the fire dying and sword disappearing before she leaned against an old Chevy pickup, one foot planted squarely on the front bumper.
Before anyone could slap a hand over his mouth, Domniel spouted, “Could it be your hot date for this century?”
Khemrhy smiled and stood back up. “No, you fool. You messed with my hunt. He was leading me back to something important. Not that you could ever understand that.”
Always cautious in his dealings with Khemrhy, Lucius put a hand over Domniel’s mouth and said, “We think there’s a second one. Did you see anything?”
“Of course. The other one went that way,” she said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the alley behind her. Something about it seemed too simple, but a gust of wind brought the stench of brimstone strong enough that they could all smell it.
As Lucius, Jude, and Mordecai began to head past Khemrhy, they instinctively gave her a wide berth. From behind them, Domniel said, “I’ll stay here and keep an eye on her. I still don’t trust the bitch.”
“Little hard to keep an eye on someone when you’re blind, pigeon,” she quipped. “Maybe you should get a dog.”
Lucius heard Domniel mouthing off in the distance and rolled his eyes, hoping she didn’t remove any limbs. This time.
“A dog, huh? You’ll do. Let me see if I can find a leash and a muzzle,” Domniel snapped back. “Though you might be a little front end heavy to be running around on hands and knees, fetching shit for me.”
As the wind picked up, Lucius could see Domniel’s head swivel as he struggled to locate Khemrhy’s dissipating scent. Elijah signed to him in a panic, the fluttering of his fingers reaching through to the blind angel.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! I lost her! Where is she? I don’t speak finger-fuck!”
Lucius whirled in a circle, hoping that even he could get a quick scent to target the goddess.
Ten feet in front of his sightless brother, Khemrhy growled, “I’ve got a front end for you.” And then the truck came crashing down on Domniel.
From his viewpoint behind Domniel, Lucius watched as Khemrhy planted her boot on the truck’s bumper and pushed down hard to lever it upward. When she started pushing down with her foot, Elijah began frantically signing the word, “Chevy” to no avail. As the truck stood on end, she reached down, grabbed the bumper, and swung the entire vehicle over her head.
The pickup came down in a barrage of creaking steel, slamming Domniel hard into the pavement. He gave a loud, anguished grunt as Elijah ran to his side. Twisted metal groaned as Elijah tried to maneuver chunks of the vehicle up off him.
“Get…off me… fucking bitch!” he gurgled. Khemrhy laughed as she made her way to a Triumph motorbike parked beneath one of the street lights.
Lucius and Jude ran to assist. “What the fuck happened? Dom?”
“Chevy half-ton pickup,” Elijah signed to Lucius.
Lucius winced, reaching for parts of the vehicle. “Ouch.”
The sound of the Triumph’s throttle rumbling got their attention and they turned. Khemrhy smiled back, flipping them her middle finger before roaring off down the street.
Domniel lay on his back, his chest caved in, laboring for enough breath to groan.
Lucius shook his head. “You know better than to piss her off. She could’ve killed you, dumbass.”
Domniel wheezed, turned his head and spat out two bloody teeth. “Get ‘Magic Fingers’ over here – good to go.”
Elijah tapped Lucius on the shoulder and gestured to Domniel.
“Yeah,” Lucius nodded. “Do your thing. And get him to walk. I’m not fucking carrying his wiseass back.”
They came forward and closed ranks, making a circle around him. Elijah knelt down next to the blind angel, stretched out his hands and cracked his knuckles.
“Just fucking get to it, mute. My balls are wedged up in my ribcage.” Domniel’s eyes fluttered closed in between gasps.
Jude snorted. “Why can’t you be the mute?”
Lucius held a hand up, silencing them.
Elijah rubbed his hands together and closed his eyes. The silent angel’s hands trembled for a moment and then glowed with a soft, white light. He placed both of them, palms down, on what was left of Domniel’s chest and took a deep breath.
Domniel lit up, his chest echoing the glow from Elijah’s hands, and he let out a deep, relaxing sigh. “Fuck, yeah. I bet the chicks love that shit.”
“Shut up,” Lucius warned.
Domniel sighed again and gave into the healing.
Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.
Lorecia is a native Houstonian who did not escape in her adulthood. So she camps out in NW Houston concocting her own special variety of chaos but rarely finishes it without the continual prodding of best friend Tara. She loves to laugh, bead, write, eat and hug kitties. She also loves to have fun and can usually be found on any given Friday night off chatting her head off at Denny’s with her bestie.
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Morning people! I’m very excited about today’s interview, because it is my very awesome friend, Tara Stogner Wood! A few days ago, I did a review for her new novel, Redemption in Blood, and we get a chance to talk to her!
Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series. Redemption in Blood is her first novel.
Hello Tara, it’s a great pleasure to have you here, welcome to my blog!
As everyone knows in my interviews-random question first! I know from Facebook ‘music-offs’ with you, you enjoy music as much as me! If you could listen to just one band for the rest of your life, who would it be and why?
Only one? How to choose? Well, if you’re going to make me, I would have to say…..Franz Ferdinand. I absolutely love all of their songs. They range from pop to rock to ballad. There’s a song for every mood, every feeling. They appear frequently in my playlist of writing music. Probably more than any other artist.
I’ve some of your different moods, I know some of the songs on that playlist! 😀 Your first novel, Redemption in Blood, sounds (and is!) really interesting. Can you tell us more about it?
This is a story about two people trying to mend broken parts of their lives. Vesper and Decker are completely different people coming from different worlds, but their circumstances are forcing them together in order to make things right. Not just for themselves, but for the worlds they come from. They’ve had failures, big ones, and what they don’t realize is how much each needs the other in order find their redemption. There’s an awful lot of understanding and acceptance that needs to happen if their relationship is going to work. It’s an interesting ride, and I was pleased to write their story.
So what inspired this novel?
This book actually started out as a completely different idea. The plot was utterly atrocious and I only had a chapter or two written when what was happening on the pages morphed into a completely new idea. It had been more of a contemporary romance with a supernatural element, and then all of a sudden, BOOM! Vesper and her knives appeared, I started over and never looked back. I’m glad I didn’t.
So am I! The literary world is a better place for Vesper and….her, um…knives. Where can we find your novels?
Redemption in Blood is currently available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords.
What books do you read? Do you read books in your genre, or books very different from it?
Actually, I am an avid reader across many genres. I do like paranormal romances, but I love a good historical or Regency romance. Lately, I am more into thrillers and suspense novels. Some of my favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, J. T. Ellison, and Karin Slaughter. Oh, yeah, and I’m also quite fond of an up and coming indie author by the name of Miranda Stork. *grin* I’m reading Conner now and I’m absolutely LOVING it.
*blushes* Well, I, um…I sure she’s very pleased! 😉 *points to side of blog very determinedly* If you could be a character from one of your books for a day, who would you be and why?
You’re probably thinking I would choose Vesper, right? I mean, what writer doesn’t want to be her heroine? Honestly, I would choose Cain. He’s not a major player in this book, but he definitely makes an impression. He’s brash, funny, has no brain-to-mouth filter, and can charm his way out of just about anything with a wink and smile. Who wouldn’t love to be like that for a day? Carefree and cocky with the world at your fingertips. Yep, Cain. I love that mouthy kid. And don’t worry….I have big plans for him. *evil cackle*
LOVE Cain, I can completely understand that. I’d enjoy being able to get away with half the stuff he says. What can we expect to see from you in the future?
Well, I am hard at work writing the follow up to Redemption in Blood, and I am in the process of editing a manuscript that I co-authored with a friend. That book is the start of an urban fantasy series about a group of fallen angels.
Ooh, I’m up for the first copy! You heard me people, get to the back of the queue! Last question of randomness! If you could be any kind of supernatural creature for the day, what would you be and why?
That’s a good question. Let’s see, I think I would have to choose a ghost. As a writer, the idea of being able to people watch and observe all sorts of things unobtrusively appeals to me greatly. Plus, I’m incredibly nosy.
Yes, thank you so much for having me. This was great fun. Also, to all the readers out there who pick up my book: I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for your support of indie authors. Your support means so much to us all. Happy reading! Cheers!
Fantastic having you here, hun. 🙂
Vesper Hyde is a model Penitent. Solitary. Skilled. Deadly. Only once has she ever lost a target, even though it almost cost her life. Now the one that got away is back with a vengeance, and this time he’s determined to finish the job. She needs to overcome the whispers of doubt and let her instinct and training take over to redeem her failure. But on this second time around, she doesn’t expect a sidekick. A very sexy, stubborn, human sidekick.
Homicide Detective Decker Price has seen it all, including the murder of his wife at the hands of a twisted serial killer. When another murder pitches him headfirst into a world of vampires, witches, and sorcery, he is given a chance to mend shattered parts of his soul. But Vesper’s world is as dark and alluring as the Penitent herself and he will come face to face with echoes of his past in order to help her keep a vicious enemy at bay.
If they are to succeed, they will need to push aside both their failings and work together to ensure the balance of their worlds remains unchanged. Redemption comes at a cost – is their love worth the price?