Friday, March 28, 2014

Cover Redesign Reveal: HONOR RECLAIMED by Tonya Burrows

I am so stoked to be a part of this cover redesign reveal. Tonya's books are so awesome. She has such a knack at creating Alpha-military men (flaws and all!) and pairing them with the perfect woman. If you haven't read any of her books yet, I highly recommend you check them out! Now check out this awesome cover!!

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Honor Reclaimed
by: Tonya Burrows
Release Date: 5/27/2014
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Synopsis: Former Marine scout sniper Seth Harlan is new to HORNET and anxious to prove he can still do his job despite an ongoing battle with PTSD. He remembers all too well what it's like to sit inside an enemy camp, praying for rescue and waiting for death. So when a black ops soldier contacts HORNET to rescue a buddy who was left behind, all sorts of nasty memories strain his newfound stability.
When an interview with a runaway Afghan child bride leads photojournalist Phoebe Leighton to an arms deal involving a suitcase bomb powerful enough to wipe out a mid-sized town, she realizes this is one battle she can't win on her own. Forming an unlikely alliance with a ragtag team of military and government delinquents, she meets Seth, a sniper carrying as many emotional scars as physical, who impresses her with his steely will and ignites passions within her she thought long dead.
Suddenly this mission is about a lot more than an abandoned soldier. Racing against the clock, Seth, Phoebe, and the rest of HORNET struggle to stop that bomb before it reaches it's final destination: The United States.

Author Bio: Writing has always been my one true love. I wrote my first novel-length story in 8th grade and haven't put down my pen since. I received a B.A. in creative writing from SUNY Oswego and I'm now working on a MFA in popular fiction at Seton Hill University.
When I'm not writing, I spend my time reading, painting (badly), exploring new places, and enjoying time with my family. Give me a good horror movie over a chick flick any day. (And, let's be honest, I'll take a bad horror movie too!) I'm a geek at heart and pledge my avid TV fandom to Supernatural and Doctor Who. I'm also a big fan of The Voice. What can I say? Guilty pleasure.
I share my life with two dogs and a ginormous cat. I'm from a small town in Western New York, but I suffer from a bad case of wanderlust and usually end up moving someplace new every few years. Luckily, my animals are all excellent travel buddies.

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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Introducing Claaron from FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS

I have to admit. I'm a little sad that my interviews with the dragons have come to an end. I really enjoyed spending time with each and every one of them. They have all been quite charming, especially Claaron.

Unlike all the others, Claaron actually rang my doorbell. When I opened the door, all I could do was stare. His dark blond hair glinted in the sunlight, as if highlighted by a winter frost. But it was his eyes that captivated me (I so have a thing for eyes and deep voices). They were so intense, and their color was like nothing I'd ever seen-like silvery diamonds. A bone-white scar stood out underneath his right eye, but did nothing to detract from the handsomeness of his face.

He was casually dressed, wearing a navy cashmere v-neck sweater over a powder-blue open-collar button down shirt, gray tweed slacks, and gray suede Oxfords. He could have just come from a cover shoot. 

MW: Hello. Please, won't you come in?

His lips twisted into a devilish smirk that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach as he took my hand and kissed the back of it.

Claaron: I am Claaron Graywyne, First Brother of the House of Graywyne, Second House of the Dracopraesi…and always enchanted by a lovely woman.

His eyes never wavered from mine. And his voice? Deep, gravelly, with a hint of the south and something European. Yum.

Such a pleasure to meet you, Mary. You don’t mind if I call you Mary, do you, my dear? 

MW: Um, no. Not at all.

I know. I totally babbled like a school girl. I couldn't help it. The eyes. The voice. I was a goner. I stepped back, motioning him to take a seat in my living room. He insisted I sit first, then sat beside me, close enough I could feel the heat emanating from him as well as the scent of crisp clean air and freshly fallen snow. I took a deep breath, and plunged into my questions.

MW: So, you're from the House of Graywyne. Can you explain the different houses for me and what their responsibilities to the Dracopraesi are?

Claaron: Of course…As a whole, the Dracopraesi is comprised of three hundred ninety-six dragons. The Houses of the Dracopraesi divide us into six smaller brotherhoods within the larger collective, sixty-six dragons in each. Generally, dragons feel more beholden to their house brothers, a closer kinship because we share similarities not only in appearance, but in strengths of abilities and many experiences due to the types of wards we protect.

He looked down at me, his lips twisting in that lovely smirk again. I forced myself not to sigh and melt at the look.

Despite what some dragons may tell you, the order of our houses doesn’t necessarily equate to the ability of those dragons being greater or lesser. The overall purpose we serve is the same regardless. It all comes down to specifics of that purpose. Perhaps I protected the Oracle whose destiny was to tell of a coming monarch, and hundreds of years down the line, another dragon protects that monarch. How do you judge which role held more importance, who held the greater responsibility?

He leaned closer, his voice low and husky, sending shivers up and down my spine.

I wouldn’t judge you to be any less beautiful were you to live three houses down the street because it has no significant effect on you other than your address. You see?

He gave me a heart stopping smile, and I nodded, not having any idea what he'd just said. Good thing I was recording the interview, or I'd have missed it!

MW: Yes, I do see now. Thank you for explaining.

Claaron: My pleasure.

I shiver and he grins.

MW: Um, I've sensed that you seem to touch a nerve with some of the dragons. Does it bother you that you aren't as easily accepted as others, that there are those who feel you do not deserve your position?

Claaron: I’d be lying to say it does not bother me at all. We are virile males with rather sizable egos. 

He winked. Not the harmless, flirty wink like Liam's. No, this wink packed a punch I felt all the way to my toes.

However, when it starts to get under my skin, I simply remind myself who it is making such judgments then find better pursuits to occupy my time than worry about their opinions of me.

MW: Hmm. Interesting way of dealing with it. You said you're First Brother. What does that rank mean and how does one become First Brother?

Claaron: It means that in the eyes of the brothers within your house, you are the best. You are the most capable, most skilled, most experienced, most respected, and most honored among them. The First Brother of each House of the Dracopraesi is not a matter of concern for any other house in truth. Rankings within House of Graywyne are between those of us within Graywyne. My fellow brothers determined me to be worthy of their respect, and they honor me with the title of First Brother. It is not up for debate outside the brothers of Graywyne.

His eye took on a serious look for the first time since he entered my house. The intensity of his gaze increased as he spoke.

All fun and games aside, to become First Brother you must be a dragon in every sense of what that means. You swear to the Goddess you will live and die to serve your purpose. To me, it is a no holds barred, go big or go home, full-on dragon mentality when duty calls. There is a time and a place for everything, and I do want to enjoy my existence as much as possible as well, but cross onto the wrong path, threaten my ward, cast a shadow of darkness over the innocent, and I will show no mercy.

Hearing him speak of his duties this way makes me wonder why anyone outside of his House has ever questioned his position of First Brother.

MW: I certainly wouldn't want to cross you in any way.

I smile, and he shifts on the couch, his expression softening again.

If you had been at the meeting, would you have challenged Theo to take Cait as a ward?

Claaron: Oh, sure. That would have gone over terribly well with my friend. He wouldn’t have minded at all.

He snickered and I felt myself wanting to crawl into a hole for being so dumb.

First of all, dragons don’t challenge one another over wards. To have a specific ward is your destiny, a path laid in front of you. However, you can refuse a ward under certain circumstances or the ward can refuse to accept their dragon, and the Goddess will assign another dragon to that ward. Had that been the case, either of them challenged their own dragon/ward bond, I could have requested the Goddess allow me take Theo’s place. Still, my request could have been denied.

Though, for the purpose of your interview…

He sighed, as if I'd asked a terribly difficult and probing question. I shifted on the couch, ready to retract my question, when a glint of merriment sparkled in his eyes. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head and he chuckled before answering.

Had I been there and had the opportunity arisen to make such a request of the Goddess, yes. I would have wanted the opportunity to be her dragon. Cait’s a sassy little spitfire. Even not yet knowing what I do now, she would have struck a chord with me. She did from the moment I met her.

MW: I think I'll just keep that information between the two of us. Wouldn't want to be the spark of something between you and Theo.

Claaron smirked, his eyes glittering with a secret I know he won't reveal. The look teased me to ask more, knowing he wouldn't say anything. With a sigh, I continued the interview.

Okay, now for some quick fire questions.

Moonlit strolls or sunny car rides?

He shifted closer, his unnatural warmth surrounding me as he flashed a killer smile, his eyes full of promises.

Claaron: I say neither and suggest I take you for a starlit flight.

I feel myself turn crimson, and I know it's not from his body heat. Trying to ignore his charm, I manage to stutter out the next question.

MW: Modern times or past times?

Claaron: I’m having a wonderful time right now, so I believe we should live in the moment, don’t you, Mary?

MW: Mmm. Yes, well. Many loves over time or one true love for all time?

Claaron: Is that an offer? And here I thought you were married…

He gave me a teasing wink and blew me a kiss, breaking the tension that had been filling the room.

In all seriousness, Mary, I’d consider myself quite fortunate to know I was ever truly loved even once for a brief time, let alone many times over or for all time. Eternal love is rare. Not everyone can live until the sun returns us all to ash.

MW: Thank you, Claaron. It truly was a pleasure getting to know you. And, if I wasn't married, well...

Claaron: Ah, but, my dear beautiful Mary, you are, and I shall never dishonor the sanctity of such a union. 

He smiled an easy, friendly smile, that did nothing to hide his sexiness.

Now duty calls, and I must bid you farewell.

He kissed my hand and disappeared out my door faster than I could blink. I had no idea dragons could move so fast, but I'm prepared for future meetings now!


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Introducing Clifford and Jai from FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS

After interviewing three dragons, I've learned a few things. Dragons are always punctual, and they never arrive in the same manner. So, it was with no surprise that the sound of wind chimes announced the arrival of my next interview. And while I usually can't stand the sound of wind chimes, something about this sound soothed, rather than giving the usual annoyance.

I opened my door and gaped at the two men standing there. I instantly recognized Jai. Well, it was kind of hard not too. His stark white-blond hair was a huge contrast to his sun-kissed skin. And of course there was the naked torso. In fact, other than pants, only intricately woven vines of black tattoos cover his skin- shoulder to wrist, neck to waist. He smiled, and his bright blue eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief. I couldn't help but smile back, feeling at ease before either of us had spoken.

Beside him, stood Clifford, and I instantly thought I looked at a green-eyed Clark Kent. Although about six foot tall (and about 3-4 inches taller than Jai), and muscular, Clifford appear quite unassuming and non-threatening. He wore black framed glasses, a pale green button up, khaki pants and loafers. He gives me a shy smile, and I step aside, motioning the two inside.

MW: Hi, please come in and make yourselves comfortable.

Jai gave me a quick hug, and I think said thanks, but it was a little hard to tell because of his heavy accent and quiet voice. He scooted past me and wandered the room while Clifflord cringed.

Clifford: I'm so sorry, Jai isn't always the best with personal space. We do both thank you for inviting us to your home.

He pronounced Jai's name with a soft 'j', rhyming it with 'hi' and apologized for Jai's behavior, and then thanked me for the invitation.

MW: It's fine Clifford. Jai hasn't done anything wrong, and neither have you. Please, sit. Thank you for agreeing to meet and talk with me. I've been learning about the Dracopraesi, and have been quite fascinated by the others I've met. I'll try not to be too long here, as I know you have other duties to attend to. Let me start with you, Clifford. I understand your the tech-type guy. How did you get interested in tech and gadgets? What's your favorite invention? If you could make any gadget at all, what would it be and do?

Clifford fidgets a little as he sits alone on the couch, watching Jai wander around my living room, looking at the swords hanging on my wall, the castle print, the collection of DVD and PS3 games in the corner.

Clifford: Well, I, um…I just…I don’t know. I guess I’ve always just liked figuring out how things worked.

My cat wandered in, and Jai picked it up, distracting Clifford as he pet her.

And, um…Well, when I spent some time with Da Vinci, that interest grew more into creating things, not just figuring them out. But my favorite? 

He laughed nervously.

Ah…My brothers would tell you every time something new comes out I have a new favorite. I would say the invention of the satellite phone eased the extreme distance and separation between some of us…

He quietly said something to Jai in a language I didn't understand, and Jai responded with a smile, bringing the cat with him as sat close to Clifford on the couch. Clifford shifted, resting his arm behind Jai, and immediately he appeared more at ease.

As for what I could make…

He gave a shy grin and bit his lip for a moment. 

I do a lot of R and D for Dracopraesi security. Fascinating stuff, but you don’t have the clearance for me to discuss it. Sorry.

He gave a sheepish look and I smiled before turning my attention to Jai.

MW: Jai. You grew up with the Fae and are a mage. Were you born with the ability to use magic, or is it something you learned from the Fae? 

Jai looked at me with a huge grin on his face, and friendliness in his eyes. He spoke very softly, and with his thick accent, I found myself listening very carefully to understand what he said.

Jai: Not grow up. Not born. Always be. Always dragon. Always Mage. But always learn. 

MW: Oh, okay. so, can you give a demonstration of some magic? Or do I not understand the term mage, and it means something else, like wise-one? And if that's the case, would you give a piece of advice?

Jai handed my cat to Clifford and then faded out until he was nothing but mist in the air. The mist moved around my living room, disturbing nothing. It moved behind me, and Jai turned back to his solid, human form and whispered in my ear.

Jai: Wise advice. One can always learn.

He giggled and moved back to sit beside Clifford, reclaiming my cat. Clifford gave me a weak, apologetic smile. I smiled back, utterly charmed by Jai.

Clifford: You aren’t misunderstanding what a Mage is, necessarily. A human Mage, or even a Fae or Elfin Mage may be different, but as a Mage dragon, Jai is capable of both great magick and profound wisdom. The Goddess created him this way, so this just is Jai. It’s who and what he’s been from the moment she brought him into existence…But his view of the world is different than most dragons. He sees every experience as new, because no moment in time is exactly the same as another. Everything is an opportunity to learn, and Jai observes the world with fascination and an open mind.

MW: That is really fascinating. So, you two have known each other a long time. How did you first meet?

Jai: No. Not long time.

Clifford: I think what he means is, it’s not that we’ve known each other a long time, but that as dragons, we’ve known each other since the beginning of our existence. We’ve never not known each other.

Jai shook his head. 

Jai: We dragons. Thousand years with my Clifford not long time.

Clifford laughed quietly and looked at down at where his hands draped across his lap.

Clifford: Yes. If you mean how long we’ve been with each other, for dragons, a thousand years is the blink of an eye in our concept of time. You can’t imagine how long we’ve lived, the span of our existence…But to answer your question, the first time we spent any significant time together was while I stayed with the Fae to learn about some biomedical research they had been doing that I believed had potential applications in biometrics. That was centuries before humans even figured out something as simple as electricity. Much of the technology we have today has Fae origins. They’re highly advanced, despite their disinterest in full cultural integration with humans, leaving some to believe they must be tribal savages.

Jai laughed and patted Clifford’s leg. Clifford blushed and shook his head.

Clifford: Sorry. I accuse him of going off on nonsensical tangents, but I’m probably worse.

MW: It's alright. I don't mind the tangents. So, what do you like to do when you have time and can be together, and how do you keep in touch when your duties keep you separated?

Jai: Together we share all things we cannot when apart.

Clifford: He’s right. Jai and I are both busy with our own responsibilities, keeping us apart more often than not. We’ve gone as long as fifty-seven years without seeing each other even once and have had many times our opportunities to be together were limited to merely a day or two. We try to share everything possible in the time we have, all the things we’ve seen and done, what we’ve learned or read…

He glanced at Jai.

In that way, I think we’re no different than any other couple. We miss each other and want to make up for lost time.

MW: Just like any other couple.  I smiled. How do you keep your relationship strong with such short time together over a thousand years?

Jai: Patience. Commitment. They bring strength.

Clifford nodded, and Jai gently touched his face. Every look and touch between them showed me their deep affection for each other.

MW: Seeing you've been a couple for so long, what piece of advice would you give about love and relationships?

Jai: Love be in action, not feeling.

Clifford: It’s believed dragons are incapable of love because the romantic aspect is outside our understanding of human emotions, but that’s not what Jai believes or what he’s taught me. It doesn’t matter what you understand or what anyone understands, it’s your actions that speak of your ability to love someone. How I treat Jai tells him he’s loved. That works for us because, as dragons, emotions are often overwhelming and confusing… but too often, I think humans say the words without putting any action behind them then find themselves at a loss when the relationship fails. Perhaps humans should listen to Jai too, and the divorce rate wouldn’t be so high among you.

Clifford's cheeks tinged pink, and he covered his face with one hand for a moment before sighing deeply.

I am so sorry…I didn’t mean to offend you. I just…He shakes his head in embarrassment. I don’t spend a lot of time speaking with humans. Sorry.

MW: No offense taken. I think you have the right of it. Now, how about some quick fire questions? Moonlit strolls or sunny car rides?

Jai bounces up and down on the sofa like a little child.

Jai: Sun!

Clifford: Sunny car rides. Jai loves to be in the sun.

MW: Modern times or past times?

Clifford: Modern. I don’t have to hide all my tech abilities now.

Clifford grinned and Jai nodded.

Jai: My Clifford happy. Yes. Now.

MW: Many loves over time or one true love for all time?

Clifford moved his arm off the back of the couch and took Jai’s hand in his. They smiled at each other before looking toward me.

Clifford: I think you know the answer to that one already.

Yes, I think I do. Thanks so much for coming to visit. I really enjoyed getting to know you both a bit better.


Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Introdiucing Liam from FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS

I don't know how I got to be such a lucky girl, but I've scored three more interviews with dragons for this week. So far, we've met Theo and Sir Oliver. If those dragons weren't up to your taste, first I have to wonder what's wrong with you :-); and second if they weren't your type, maybe these next ones will be.

First up? Liam. He announced his presence at my house with an authoritative knock I couldn't have ignored if I wanted to. (And believe me, once I opened the door I knew I didn't want to ignore him!) He wore cargo pants in a military-green color, a very nicely fitted black tee, and black hiking boots. He looked down at his watch, a serious expression on his very handsome face.

Liam: I was told to report here at 1700. Sorry I’m three minutes early. An aerial sweep didn’t take as long as allowed for. Quiet neighborhood.

MW: Not a problem at all. Please, come in and have a seat.

I stepped aside and motioned him in. He scanned the room before perching on my couch, his gaze roaming from doorway to doorway every few seconds as if he expected something to jump out and attack. I was completely touched by his protectiveness.

MW: So, you're a member of the King's Guard. Can you tell us what your rank is, if there is such a thing? And how does one become a member of the Guard? Are you chosen because of special abilities or did you have to score well on a test?

Liam gave me an 'are you out of your mind insane' look followed by another scan of the room. His lips twitched and his shoulders relaxed a bit as he looked back at me.

Liam: Test? Yes. Am I a Dracopraesi? Check. Is this my destiny? Check. … Yep. Passed with flying colors and made it on the King’s Guard...not that I’m trying to give you a hard time, but the duties of a dragon are straightforward, ma’am. We don’t apply for positions. We are given the responsibilities the Goddess deems appropriate for us.

Anyway, Oliver’s the Captain of the Guard, but I don’t have a specific rank. Dragons are higher than elves, and elves are above dirt…but that’s another story for another time.

He smiled widely and winked at me, sending my already pink cheeks heading toward a vibrant red.

My duties pertain mostly to tactical planning and threat assessment. If the king has events on his itinerary, I evaluate the optional routes to take, location it’s held, other attendees on the guest list, and any additional pertinent information needed in order to determine our course of action in terms of defense and precautions.

MW: You seem to specialize in security. How did that come about as an interest for you? Any tips you want to share with us about staying safe?

Liam: I do it because it’s what I’m best at. We all play to our strengths in order to overcome the obstacles we face. Our main objective is always to keep our wards alive, and this is the method I find works best for me- assessment, planning, action. It isn’t something that became an interest for me so much as just the way my mind works, the way the Goddess made me.

As for staying safe…

Liam leaned toward me, a sexy smirk on his face, his eyes intently focused on me. 

It helps to have a dragon around. 

A broad smile spread across his face revealing perfect white teeth. His eyes roamed over me, as if watching for a reaction of some sort. Not wanting to disappoint him, I grinned. He sat back and stretched his arms, linking his fingers behind his head. The movement pulled his shirt tight, revealing a pair of chiseled biceps and an amazingly sculpted chest. I think I almost drooled. I know I had to blink a few times and shake my head when he began speaking again. 

But there’s only 396 of us and over seven billion of the rest of you, so I wouldn’t count on a dragon security detail… Guard dogs are great. They have the innate ability to sense the darkness in anyone, much like we can.

 He laughed, the sound rumbling through my entire body. 

And they do fit in your house better, not to mention their dietary requirements are easier to meet. In terms of general safety, always be aware of your surroundings. Don’t carry a weapon unless you’ve trained properly in its use, or it’s more likely to be used against you. If attacked, scream, kick, fight, and don’t make yourself an easy victim. Be more trouble than you’re worth by causing a scene. With the sovereignty’s security cameras monitoring the citizens, criminals prefer compliance more often than not.

All traces of humor vanished, as did his grin. His face turned stonily serious. He sat up, resting his elbows on his knees, and leaned close again. He said nothing for a moment, as if weighing what he wanted to say carefully.

But with crimes against women always existing on some level, every woman should take a self-defense class taught by a certified instructor. Every woman. 

He emphasized 'every woman', and I could tell he really felt the need for all women to know how to protect themselves. As if he wished he could be there to protect them himself, but knew that he couldn't. 

He sighed, and a slight glimmer of mischief appeared in his eyes. 

After you’re finished interrogating me, if you want, I can show you a few things. 

He flashed a heart-stopping grin and gave me another wink. 

I’m not “officially certified”, but I promise I’m qualified.

My face turned crimson again and I fought the urge to fan myself.

MW: Umm. Hmm. That's quite a tempting offer. I'll have to let you know about that after the interview. Speaking of the interview, with Theo claiming Cait as a ward and leaving the King's guard, things have changed. How has this affected your duties? Do you like the change or is it just one of those, like it or not, this is how it is type things?

Liam: Theo was always Oliver’s right-hand man, I suppose you’d say. It’s not quite the same, but with just the three of us, a few things shuffled down to me instead. As for if I like it… Yes. No. Doesn’t matter. No comment.

He shook his head and gave a a short laugh.

I think that should satisfy every contingency of Evan’s expectations for PR.

I arched a brow and he just grinned at me. Knowing he wouldn't say more, I continued.

MW: Do you have a preference for who Cait chooses? If so, who and why?

Liam: Oh, I definitely have a preference with good reason, but since this is going down on public record, I’m going with “no comment”.

MW: I see. Okay, how about a few quick fire questions?

Liam: Fire away.

He chuckled at his double entendre and I smiled, appreciating his sense of humor.

MW: Moonlit strolls or sunny car rides?

Liam: That depends on the parameters. Where am I walking? Is it the city, the country, a beach? Who am I with? If I’m driving, where and what am I driving? Am I stuck in city traffic or out on the open highway? Am I in a simple economic car or a high-end sports car? Is it a convertible? Is anyone with me?

Liam flashed a teasing grin.

Too many variables. I can’t answer that question accurately.

MW: Modern times or past times?

Liam: Past times were simpler, but modern times have given us advanced weaponry and advantages in security technology. From a purely professional standpoint, I’d have to say modern times.

MW: Many loves over time or one true love for all time?

My black cat sauntered into the room. Liam tensed at the sign of movement, but relaxed when he realized there was no threat. In fact, he picked up my cat and set her in his lap, petting her, his expression rather solemn, or contemplative.

Liam: Look, you’ve met a few of us now and should have a decent idea who the Dracopraesi are. We serve a purpose, have great duties in this world beyond your imagination, and shoulder responsibilities no one else would want. We aren’t meant to be loved. Maybe Cait can love Theo, and they’ll be a rarity among us, but I don’t expect that for myself. I wouldn’t ask anyone to have the endless patience, emotional strength, or absolute insanity to put up with me or what I do.

MW: Thank you Liam, I hope someday you find someone who will break your expectations. Now, about those lessons...


Thursday, March 13, 2014

Heather Letto Cover Reveal

Coming MAY 2014, from BookFish Books

Fran's dark labyrinth may lead to the truth, but can she reach the truth before the Beast gets to her?

Today, it is my privilege to host and interview between Author Heather Letto and Fran, the main character of Impervious, as part of Heather's cover reveal. 

First, a bit about Heather.

Heather considers herself but a worker in the field with a desire to share truth through the art of good story. In real life, she’s the proud mother of two grown sons and lives part-time in Northern Illinois with her husband, but scurries off to warmer climates when the mercury takes a dive on the thermometer. As well as The Ascension Series, Heather contributes to WHOAwomen magazine, The Fit Christian, Tween Girls and God, Devotion Magazine as well as Swagga for Christ Ministry.

Now a little background on Fran and Impervious.


The residents of Impervious are the remnant—survivors of the War of Annihilation. And though the city is chockfull of pleasures to tantalize and entertain, a beast lurks in its corners haunting the residents with its presence. The Beast—a mysterious and terminal illness--has killed off most of Generations One, Two and Three. And as Gen-Four prepares to take the stage a provocative, yet questionable, new method to avoid an untimely death becomes a cultural rage.

But Fran is counter-cultural. And living off the grid in true rebel fashion, her life is far from opulent. Scurrying through dark tunnels, searching for hot meals and ditching the holographic security team encompass most of her day. However, she views it as a healthy trade-off. Unaccountability means The Council can’t steal her sliver of hope--a belief that she’ll see The Epoch arrive before the beast can pull her into its fetid embrace.

After losing her mother and then her Rebel mentor, however, she grasps painfully onto the splintered sliver, until a new hope is born. First through Pete. And then through a miraculous discovery.

But the question still haunts her…

Can she outrun The Beast?


Take it away, Heather!

Hi all! Heather Letto here with a funny story. I sent Fran an email not too long ago, asking if she wouldn’t mind making an appearance for today’s big cover reveal. She said, sure… if I was willing to throw a few donuts and a Big Gulp into the kitty.

So, sitting with me today, fresh out of the Impervious air vents, with a box of Dunkin’s finest in her lap, would you welcome Gen-Four’s most elusive Rebel, Fran Monde.

Fran:(Waving a chocolate cake donut dipped in sprinkles): Hey.

Heather: Do you mind if I call you Fran or do you prefer Frannie?

Fran: (Stuffs donut into her mouth and rolls her eyes.)

Heather: Great. Fran it is. So let’s start with your hometown, Fran. Although it wasn’t your favorite place, I’m sure the readers would love to hear about the city. What can you tell us about the lifestyle of an Impervieite (and yours before you became a Rebel)?

Fran: Well, you might notice as you thumb through my story, food plays a pretty central role in the lives of underground dwellers.

Heather: Duly noted. Why is that?

Fran: (Shrugs) I’m not sure how to explain it. I was just always hungry underground.

Heather: And obviously still are. (chuckles)

Fran: (Snarky laugh.) Maybe it’s because there’s really not much to do. It’s kind of boring actually. I spent a lot of my free time as a kid just wandering the Agora, snacking, gaming… that’s about it.

Heather: Hmm. Fair enough. What about Pete?

Fran: (Stuffs the remainder of the donut into her mouth and licks each finger) What about him?

Heather: Like him?

Fran: Duh.

Heather: Love him?

Fran: Sheesh. No comment. (Grabs second donut.)

Heather: Okay, how about that weird name your brother called you? Some sort of worm?


Heather: Yes, that’s it. What’s that all about?

Fran: Well, if you search the word on Google, you’d see that A Wickworm is a worm, or parasite, that lives in the intestines of an animal. You may not be aware of this, but the air vents of impervious are kind of like the guts of the city… therefore—

Heather: Ah yes…. You’d be the worm.

Fran: Exactly. (Winks at me.)

Heather: Listen, I know you don’t have a lot of time here today, but I do have one final question that I think a lot of the readers would want to know.

Fran: (Nods her head) I’m listening.

Heather: Retter. Is there a crush happening there?

Fran: (Face blossoms into a cherry) Nah. Ret’s just a guy. Well, a very muscular guy. With tawny eyes….

Heather: (snapping fingers) Hello? You still with us, Fran?

Fran: I gotta go. (grabs box of donuts and stomps off).

Heather: Well, there you have it. The elusive Rebel. Don’t let her fool ya… she really is a softie.

Thanks Heather and Fran!!! And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for. Check out this AWESOME cover by Anita Carroll from Race-Point designs.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Special Guest- Crime and Horror Author Sara Jayne Townsend

Today I welcome fellow MuseItUp Author, Sara Jayne Townsend to the blog for a special guest post. Take it away, Sara!

By Sara Jayne Townsend

I’ve always said that I never chose to be a writer. Being a writer is not so much a profession as a calling – you are born to do it. In some ways, it’s as much a curse as a blessing. Writers are incurably nosy. We eavesdrop on private conversations in restaurants or on trains, and then feel embarrassed when the person having the conversation notices and fixes us with an icy stare. Non-writers have to be careful about what they say to writers, since they never know what will end up in the next book. You can never say, in casual conversation, “what would we do if x were to happen?” to a writer. The writer would stare at you, say, “that’s a brilliant idea” and scrabble about for her notebook so she can write it down.

Writers are not like ordinary people. We exist in a world of imagination. Everything around us is an idea for a plot, or a character. And the type of stories we write affect our outlook on the world. Romance writers are always looking for the happy ever after. Fantasy writers find different dimensions in ordinary things – in the back of the wardrobe, under the bed, in the kitchen cupboard.

And then there’s me. I write horror and crime. I am always looking for ways to kill people. I pick up a kitchen implement whilst cooking dinner and consider how it might be used to kill a person. The builders working on our house leave their tools in the yard overnight so they can come back in the morning and get back to work quickly, and I stare at the power saw and worry a serial killer will break in at night and use it to hack me to pieces in my bed. I’ve had many a conversation with fellow writers about how to get rid of a body. Fortunately these conversations tend to happen at genre conventions full of writers who understand each other, or else we’d all be shut away in padded rooms by now.

But being a writer is also a blessing. We have a way of looking at the world that makes us unique. We are able to channel any aggressive feelings we have into our writing, instead of taking it out on real life people. I have, on occasion, taken people in real life who have instigated stress and aggravation into my life, and turned them into fictional characters which I take great pleasure in killing off. It makes me feel a lot better, and the real-life person still gets to walk around unscathed.

Being a writer is what you are, not what you become. I can no more imagine not writing than I can not waking up and getting out of bed every morning. And so no matter how many rejections I get, or how often I struggle with an elusive plot point, I will carry on writing.

Because I am a writer and I don’t know how to be anything else.

Sara Jayne Townsend is a UK-based writer of crime and horror. The first two novels in her amateur sleuth series, DEATH SCENE and DEAD COOL will be available from MuseItUp Publishing later this year (Summer and Autumn respectively). Her horror novel SUFFER THE CHILDREN (e-book) and collection of short stories SOUL SCREAMS (print and e-book) are available from Amazon (UK link – and US link – ),

Learn more about Sara and her writing from her website ( and her blog (

Friday, March 7, 2014


As the 13th stop in the Name That Dragon Blog Hunt, this post contains a clue. It is your job, as the reader, to identify the dragon described. Please remember your answer to this puzzle, as well as any past and future ones within this tour. You will need to know ALL the answers to enter for the chance to win the Grand Prize of a sterling silver Celtic triquetra on a 16 in. chain and a pre-order code.

Today I'm sharing my interview with Sir Oliver Pendragon, Theo's brother. While they are both dragons, and both outrageously sexy, Sir Oliver is a bit more...uptight than Theo. 

Oliver stopped by my house, precisely on time, wearing a tailored charcoal colored suit with a lovely green patterned tie. Like when I'd seen him before, he wore his triquerta on his lapel.

I was completely at a loss with Oliver. First, he bowed to me. It was really quite charming, and totally unexpected. 'This little mage dragon is unique among the Dracopraesi. The answer to Josh's hint often competes with him to be Cait's favorite.' And then he wouldn't stop calling me milady. There's a lot to be learned from spending time with someone who has old world charm. But he never relaxed. Not that I expected to become fast friends, but there was this underlying tension- like he couldn't wait to get away and back to his world. 

MW: Thank you so much for coming to visit, Sir Oliver.

Sir Oliver:  Of course, milady. King Corrin insisted I come and speak with you.

MW: Wonderful. I've heard Theo and King Corrin refer to you as First Dragon. What does that mean? Is it some type of job title? 

Sir Oliver: To be the First Brother of the House of Pendragon, First House of the Dracopraesi is not a job title. Our rankings are a matter of honor and respect among the brotherhood.

MW: Does this ranking give you special duties that your brothers don't have?

Sir Oliver: I do not hold “special” duties or greater responsibilities; however, I bear the weight of my brothers’ eyes on me, looking to me as the standard of what it means to be a dragon, who we are, what we are, the purpose we serve, and how we serve it. It is my duty to set a proper example, not only for my own house, for all six.

MW: Well, from where I'm sitting, it looks like you do a great job setting that example. In addition to being First Dragon, you're also King Corrin's personal dragon. What does that mean? What are your duties to him? How does that put you at odds with your other brothers?

Oliver stared at me for so long, with such a look of disapproval, that I almost retracted this question. In fact, I'd just opened my mouth to do so when he finally answered. 

Sir Oliver: Personal dragon? You speak as if I am his butler, as if he owns me. The dragon/ward bond is a sacred bond and either exists as a reciprocal relationship or does not exist at all. You cannot own a dragon, but neither can a dragon lay claim on a ward and the bond fully seal until their ward accepts the dragon.

He smoothed his tie and gave me a dazzling smile I felt all the way to my toes.

It means I will protect Corrin with my very life, guard him until death, either mine or his, for so long as the Goddess wills it be done. I am his protector, guardian, counselor, advisor, and a guide along his path in many ways… As for my brothers…

He picked at an imaginary piece of lint on his perfectly clean, perfectly pressed pants. I recognized the tactic for what it is- he's stalling, and I found it rather endearing.

We must set aside personal feelings toward events, those playing out between our wards, and accept what the Goddess has planned. It is not our place to become personally involved in these matters. Dragons protect and guide in matters of destiny. We do not interfere in them.

MW: I think I'd find it rather difficult to stay out of things. Speaking of staying out of things, being that you are Corrin's personal dragon and Theo's brother, do you feel caught in the middle of the battle for Cait?

He flashed a smile I'm sure he's given at hundreds of PR events. The look is quite sexy on him, and I'm sure helps him charm his way around most people. 

Sir Oliver: Milady, there is no “battle”. As I said, dragons protect and guide. We do not interfere.

His gaze captures mine, and I find myself not wanting to look away from the intent look in his magnificent green eyes.

Destroy the dark. Protect the innocent. Guide those of great destiny. Those are the purposes we serve with the utmost honor and nobility…

The smile faded away, replaced by a look of acceptance.

Theo is Second only to me for a reason.

MW: I believe I can see why. So, um, do you have time for some quick fire questions?

Sir Oliver: If I must, but I do need to return to my duties.

MW: OK. I'll be quick. Here we go. Coffee or tea? Wait, Theo said you only drink water.  OK, so, wine or Beer? Ugh! I can't believe I asked that again. Yes, I know- no flammable liquids for the fire-breathing beasties.

Oliver gave me a withering look that I took to mean he didn't appreciate my humor. I swallowed and tied to gather my scattered wits.

I'd ask chocolate or bacon, but I assume, like Theo, you don't eat either of them. Nor do you likely dine in public.  So, Hmmm. Let's try a different set. 

Moonlit strolls or sunny car rides?

Oliver looked at me with an odd mix of amusement and get me the hell out of here.

Sir Oliver: Are you serious, milady? 

I nodded.

You… If you must know, since dragons maintain a naturally high body temperature, I prefer the cool of the night air. Given that, I would have to respond ‘moonlit strolls’… And I like the water. The rocky shore by the Marblehead lighthouse north of Boston is a quiet spot where I can collect my thoughts.

MW: Modern times or past times?

Oliver: Past. And if you ask why, I will introduce you to my brother Clifford and his menagerie of technological gadgetry now implemented by the Dracopraesi for the protection of high-profile wards.

I smirked, wondering just how many of the brothers I could actually get to meet personally. And if they were all as handsome and sexy as Oliver and Theo. They had to be, right? I shook my head and got back to my questions.

MW: Sorry. Didn't mean to zone out there.  Last one. Many loves over time or one true love for all time?

I seemed to have startled him with this question, as he tensed like he wanted to bolt for the door. Instead, he shifted forward and sat at the edge of the couch, ready to leave at a moment notice. He smoothed a hand over his tie and cleared his throat.

Oliver: I do thank you for your gracious hospitality, milady and your great interest in me, thus I will answer this one final question… In my existence, I have had many wards and watched them live and die as the Goddess deemed fit. As well, I have entertained many lovers and cared deeply for each one. Should the Goddess determine falling in love be an appropriate path that I must take in my existence, I would hope to hold one true love for all time… Even a dragon can grow weary of loss.

MW: That was beautifully put, Sir Oliver. Thank you for visiting with me and answering my questions. I really appreciate getting to know you better.

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Title: Fire of Stars and Dragons
Series: Stars & Souls Trilogy, #1

Genre: New Adult Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Swoon Romance

Publication Date: April 29, 2014

Following the death of her vampire uncle, twenty-one-year-old Caitriona Hayden finds herself in the midst of a trio of quintessential alpha male suitors in 22nd century sovereign America where human females should be seen and not heard.

Theo Pendragon claims her as his ward, ordained to guard her through to a long-awaited destiny unbeknownst to Cait, but finds more than he expected when passion ignites within the dragon for the first time. Always drawn to the pursuit of knowledge rather than the heat of desire, powerful demigod Dante cannot deny everything his future holds in Caitriona. America's monarch, ancient vampire Corrin, has no interest in the frivolity of love, yet marrying Cait could be the answer to his continued survival.

Soon, Cait goes from studying for college exams to choosing a husband in seven days, knowing the consequences are eternal, the love undying, and the bond timeless.



About the Author

Melissa A. Petreshock is a full-time writer and member of the Romance Writers of America with past experience in the medical and educational fields, though she has primarily devoted her adult life to raising a family. Born and raised in Kentucky, Melissa spent a number of years in Massachusetts, living outside Boston and in Springfield before returning to her home state where she now resides on a small farm. She enjoys quiet married life and the silliness of her three children, indulging hobbies of music, Zumba, and a minor television addiction in what little free time she finds. Melissa’s interests include causes demanding social change such as mental health awareness and teen suicide prevention. FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS is her debut NA Fantasy Romance novel.

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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Super Sweet Bloggers!

Heather Brainerd, super sweetheart and fellow MuseItUp author gifted me with the Super Sweet Blogging Award. Thanks Heather!!!

With this gorgeous award come 5 questions and a Baker's Dozen of nominees.

So, here are the Super Sweet Questions!

Cookies or Cake? Both, please!
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
Favorite Sweet Treat? Hmm. This is a tough one. For candy bars, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. For dessert, Tiramisu.
When Do You Crave Sweet Things the Most? About 2 in the afternoon. Lunch is over and the afternoon is looming ahead, and I just need that little pick me up a sweet treat can give.
Sweet Nickname? Sweetheart. 

Now for the Super Sweet Nominees:

The Super Sweet Questions:
1. Cookies or Cake?   
2. Chocolate or Vanilla?    
3. Favorite Sweet Treat?    
4. When Do You Crave Sweet Things The Most?    
5. Sweet Nick Name?