Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Guest Post - The Midwife's Moon by Leona Bushman

Book 2 of the War of the Weres is out! I’m so excited! I’ve waited a long time to renew my love affair  with them. We had to move locations as the well had been soured at the old one. But now, clear, crystal water, with a few filters.

This has been re-edited, about 1k words net added, and some were cut, so probably 1500 new words. It’s the same beloved story, continues the saga, and yet is a story of its own. I love werewolves. In this book, we’re still on the reservation where I’ve lived much of my life, so we still have a strong Native American flavor to it.

Each group of weres, whether it’s wolves, cats, bears, etc., has their own flavor, just like people do. Full blooded Scots in America are not the same as full blooded Scots in Scotland. There are similarities and traditions that they’ve all handed down, but they’re not the same. How much more so are Americans different from say, Brazilians? As people, there are some consistencies to how our cultures evolve, but there are distinct differences and things that people identify with specific cultures. I hope that I caught the Eastern Washington Native Americans best light and gave you a sense of the people for the reader even though I made it all up for the werewolf society. I tried to incorporate the feel of the lands, of the people. I plan to do this with every book. Each pack, clan, pard, shadow, what have you, they will have the feel of the lands around them, as well as where they’re from. In book three, we’re introduced to a character from the New Orleans area. She’s going to be a bit different than the clans from Sherona’s shadow, for instance.

In The Midwife’s Moon, we have a Mexican woman who’s been adopted into the Native American werewolf tribe, and has a lot to learn, but also a lot to give. Her mate, Lance, has been abused systematically by his leader. They’re both hurt souls who struggle with trust and with letting another person take care of them. But as their lives are on the line in this war in which the true enemy is hidden, they don’t get to pussyfoot around it.

Come, walk the walk with them. Feel their pain, their glory, their fears, their love.

The war isn’t as obvious as you might think.

Blurb:
Lance and Lisa fight fall out from the pack’s joining after Nolan beats the Lupa. Can they overcome their respective pasts and the pack’s current infighting?

Lisa is still reluctant to trust after her experience with an unscrupulous lover. Becoming midwife to the pack whom adopted her after her lonely transformation is the only sensible solution for her, but she remains apart, sure people hate her for being an aswan. Then she meets her mate. Can she overcome her trust issues and help him with his healing from an abusive Lupa?

Lance helped bring down his Lupa, but he still has scars left from years of her treatment. He’d found his mate before, but had to leave her to protect her. Would she be able to forgive him now? Something evil is in the air and pushes his visions in a manner new to him. Can he interpret what they mean in time to save the packs, or will Lisa pay the price?

Nolan and Alex are still struggling to find the lupa who put so much pain and killed werewolves, but they are finding a stronger presence whom makes Roxy look like candy in comparison. Can they help Lisa and Lance even as they struggle to find Alex’s mother and save her from Roxy’s clutches without causing a pack war across the state?

Excerpt:
The first night of the full moon, she showed up at the regular place. She waited in fear, apprehension growing at the unknown awaiting her. She worked to control her breathing. Minute by minute, her dread grew even though she tried to hold back her terror at being alone. Her stomach clenched and her body tensed against the cold ground. What if I die? What if I kill someone? With a newly found
ruthlessness, she squashed those thoughts, telling herself he had to come.

But he didn’t.

Soon after moonrise, her scalp began to itch. Absently, she scratched it, but her hands began to hurt in a way she didn't recognize. She rubbed them until her skin crawled with prickles of sharp, tender points.

Her bones began aching, and she dropped to her knees as anxiety swamped her. What's happening to me now? Trepidation rolled through her, causing her to feel lightheaded and queasy, so she sat back and tried laying her head on her knees to breathe through it.

Her body was on fire.

Her vision changed, moving from color to washed-out, to something in between, which told her "color," but more. The pounding in her head increased, pushing the pain into her mind, and she crawled to the nearby pine tree and began scratching her back against it to get to the itch there. Her whole body was the fuel and the moon the flame, until an inferno danced within her in a macabre volley keeping her at a frenzy between human and not.

What have I done?

***

In his wolf form and hiding behind a tree, Lance Navarro watched the beautiful woman from a distance.

What is she doing in an open clearing, alone, in the middle of the night? He mentally shrugged and turned to find an animal for their pack leader, Roxy Whitekiller, before she sent someone after him and punished him.

He shuddered. When beatings and scratches, her punishments were harsh, and they were worse when they were...not. A small whimper left him as he remembered the last session of punishments. Boris had helped.

He took two steps, then stopped as the breeze ruffled his fur. It wasn't all that ruffled him.

Her.

His heart raced, saliva built up in his mouth, and desire quickened in his loins. He wanted her. But, how?

His wolf wanted the woman as his mate. It couldn't be. She was a human. He knew all the local werewolves, and he didn't recognize her.

Almost against his will, the wolf side of him turned back to the woman it insisted was its mate. Lance crouched low and crept back to the clearing, this time moving closer to her position. She had moved so her back was against a tree and rubbed her body hard against the rough bark. The breeze wafted over him again, welcome on the warm summer night, but this time her essence contained—wolf.

His heart screamed in tortured happiness and denial. She couldn't be. The only freedom he had from Roxy was that she couldn't threaten his mate when he threw his little rebellions. He didn't know how he would cope if there was a mate close enough for Roxy to torture. His beast roared inside.

No! Roxy would never touch his mate.

He lifted his head once more over the brush to see what she was doing and panicked. She's gone!

Even though he felt an urgent need to run, he forced himself to look carefully into the clearing before slowly coming out of hiding. He had to be careful because they were in the neutral territory between his own pack, the Lupins, and the Wahpawhats. No one was supposed to hunt or feed in the area, nor were they allowed to mark their territory as a wolf. Even owning land under human laws entered shaky ground.

When he could detect no sounds or other scents, he went to the tree she had been sitting near and took a large sniff. He closed his eyes, and his torn and shattered soul sighed as he found hope again even as he took another deep breath of her essence. Ambrosia. But where had she gone?

Putting his muzzle to the ground, he started sniffing around, then froze. Under her scent, he caught the scent of the weasel from the Wahpawhat tribe who fed Roxy information now and then. Lance racked his brain for the name while he followed the scents, and it soon came to him—Joseph. Her scent never wavered from the other man's, and jealousy started to worm its way into his mind. As they headed deeper into Lupin territory, he became sure the woman followed Joseph's scent.

Joseph had a mate and married her not too long ago, if Lance remembered correctly. He recalled Roxy laughing and saying the poor woman, Joseph's new wife, was stuck with a cowardly snake. Roxy had also mentioned how she would eat a man like Joseph before being stuck with him and in fact had done that very thing. Then she'd laughed as if it were a big joke, but Lance knew things. He had seen her eating another wolf in a vision, before her mate died. It had been his first clear vision, at age sixteen.

He'd run away the night he'd had that vision, scared of himself, frightened of his nightmares. Only when Roxy's mate turned up dead did he realize his dreams and nightmares were not like others'. It had taken him a couple of years to learn how to determine dreams from visions, but he had.

Now, though, he increased his tracking pace. He didn't need to be a soothsayer to know what Roxy
would do to another woman trespassing on her land. And, although he wasn't considered a strong Alpha in their pack, he would defend the stranger, with his life if need be. Frustration gnawed at him the farther he went without finding her. How far could she have gone?

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Friday, May 22, 2015

Boot Camp, Baby

Here we are at the week before the last week of May. My, has time flown. I've been working on a historical romance I started the 1st of April. I started it to participate in Savvy Author's Boot Camp. I haven't done much on that forum, nor have I reported in every day since the day their forum broke, so I've been doing everything on my own.
Tick tock, let's get this book written, y'all.
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The good news: I'm at 43,000 words, shooting toward 50,000. There are a fair few days left in lovely May, so I'm very much hoping that despite some hits and misses in this rough draft, I will get my word count goal in before the 1st of June.

This time, I chose a fictional town in Arkansas as a place to set up a romance story with some light suspense. I've enjoyed writing it because despite the 50k goal, I haven't rushed myself on it much. There was no urgency, just a pleasurable jaunt through the fictional world. It was nice to have a goal. I hope to have it finished before the middle of June. I was really hoping to wrap it up at 50k, but it seems like it might stretch on a bit longer, which is good. I'm sure I can cut out several hundred words of filler while I edit, so it's fine if I go over 50k. Also, I'm so excited, because I finally put in for vacation time--and got it cleared--so I can get some rest the week after my birthaversary. Lots to look forward to in June.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Vikings are Hawt #MFRWHooks

It's mid-week, which is a little astounding. We're head toward a three-day weekend thanks to Memorial Day. I'm looking forward to sleeping in on Monday. But today, I have an offering from Her Heart's Surrender, my Viking romance novel. It's Marketing For Romance Writer's #BookHooks! Let's do it.

“Say my name again, little lamb.” He’d never get enough of hearing it caressed by her lips.
“Hella.” She pushed it through her clenched teeth a moment before he kissed her again.
I’ve been blessed by the gods tonight. Given a second chance to have this woman. He wouldn’t waste it.

One woman will turn the tide of battle by risking everything for the man she loves.

Taken from her village as a child, Ealasaid has lived under the iron rule of a Viking king for far too long. The only good to come out of her life is her son. As long as the king lives, their freedom and hope for the future seems dismal. Despite her contempt for the king and his bloodline, she's drawn to Hella Ingvasson, the man who kidnapped her, and the plight he faces when the king dies.

His father's final demand is that Hella must wed if he's to claim the throne. What better revenge than to marry the thrall his father hated most? Despite her fears Hella will become like his father, Ealasaid agrees to marry for her son’s sake, but she quickly learns her husband’s battle scarred body provides more pleasure than nightmares.

Word comes that her brothers also survived the raid and have assembled an army. They march toward a Norse settlement with the intention of revenge. Unless she can reach her brothers and convince them not to slaughter the man and people she's come to love, Hella may become another bloody stain on history's tapestry.

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Guest Post & Book Feature - Secrets of the Moon by Kristy Centeno


The Inspiration behind Secrets of the Moon
By reading Secrets of the Moon most would automatically assume that werewolves were the inspiration behind the story. However, although they play a big part of it, they’re not the only reason. You see, when I first began to analyze in what direction I wanted the plot to take, I knew it had to be something a bit drastic. Your ordinary werewolf story just wasn't going to cut it for me. I wanted the readers to not only identify with the characters, but to be surprised by the many twists and turns.

Needless to say, I wanted to take readers into a roller-coaster ride. However, from the very beginning I knew this wasn't going to be easy. Knowing I had a mission to do, I set out on countless hours of research. Much like Marjorie does in the story; I sat down in front of the computer and researched everything I could on werewolves and of course, on actual wolves. I did find numerous sites, books, and even reports about the subject, which helped greatly in the development of the actual story.

It was a documentary on a different species, however, what really spiked my imagination. As it turns out, the animal kingdom is a world of wonders and I applied this newly learned knowledge to the story itself. Dividing the werewolf world into two categories within the same species was just the start. Understanding evolution was another huge step. Science isn't exactly my thing, but I knew I had to cover the basics if I wanted the plot to work.

I understand the huge risk I took by creating this complex world, but the beauty about writing fiction is that you can create your own rules and run with it. To be quite frankly I was afraid things wouldn't work out, but once the book was finished I realized everything fit.

I could go on and on about what documentary I saw and exactly what species of mammals really gave me the inspiration to write such a multifaceted story, but I’m afraid it would give out too much information, which will be featured in the sequels. With the release of the other books in the saga, all the pieces of this huge puzzle will settle into place.

I have heard authors say you can never do too much research and I completely agree with this. I must have spent months reading, gathering information, and writing down tips that would help me along the road, but it was well worth the effort.

The inspiration behind the story was an accumulation of things. Not only were werewolves and wolves my main focus, but the amazing world we live in. I figured if humans and animals have evolved for millions of years, then why not werewolves as well.

About the Book:
Secrets of the Moon by Kristy Centeno
Published by: InkSpell Publishing
Genre: Paranormal / Young Adult
Release Date: July 4, 2013
Length: 418 Pages


Teenager Marjorie Emery eluded death. As she struggles to get her life back on track, she believes her efforts are paying off. Yet, when a black dressing, unfriendly, and incredibly handsome hottie walks into her classroom, she’s forced into a tailspin. Marjorie has no idea how much his presence is going to shatter what little tranquility she’s achieved.

Kyran Rousseau’s gloomy nature has a name, one that is potentially fatal under the right circumstances. His family harbors secrets and does everything to protect Kyran. While, he doesn’t want to ruin Marjorie’s normal life, love has a way of changing his plans.

Falling for Kyran is the least of Marjorie’s worries. With a faceless threat hunting her and a boyfriend who's as dangerous as he is good looking—how can Marjorie and Kyran keep all hell from breaking loose before it’s too late?

Excerpt:
The bat connected with something solid, and a soft grunt escaped the man’s lips, followed by a soft oath that would’ve put even the meanest of sailors to shame. 

“Are you trying to kill me? What the hell are you doing?” 

Wait just a second, I know that voice. 

“Kyran? Kyran!” I couldn’t believe my eyes. He really was standing there, clad in nothing but a pair of jeans. 

“Are you trying to behead me?” His expression was one of puzzlement and anger combined. 

“I was, actually.” He rubbed his forearm vigorously and I deduced that was where the bat made contact. Boy, I had the worst aim ever. How did I manage to hit his arm when I was aiming for his head? 

“Why?” he snapped. 

That did it. That tone he used infuriated me all over again. “Oh, hold on just a second here. I should be asking all the questions, not you. What the hell are you doing roaming around my house in the middle of the night anyway? What kind of sick pervert are you?” 

“This isn’t your house. Haven’t you noticed we’re in the middle of the woods?” God, I wanted to slap him so bad. 

“The hell we are! This is my father’s land and you’re trespassing.” He scoffed, and I had the sudden urge to go for a second blow. This close, I was pretty confident I would make a crude indentation in his skull. 

“Do you enjoy peeping at other people? Is that, like, something you get off on?” 

Had I not been so angry, I would’ve laughed at his expression. His face registered shock, disbelief, and surprise all at once. 

“No! I’m not that kind of person,” he barked. 

“Really? ’Cause I’m pretty sure it was you I saw here last night, and I’m really pissed off right now. You better have a good excuse as to why you’re walking around on my father’s property half naked.” 

He turned his face away and refused to answer. 

“All right, I’m calling the police.” I didn’t have my cell, but hell, he didn’t know that. 

“What’re you going to call the police with, the bat?” 

Damn him. “No, I…have…my cell.” Somewhere out there, where it’s doing me no good. 

He sneered. “Right.” 

“You didn’t answer my question, Kyran. What’re you doing out here?” 

“What’re you doing out here?” 

“Damn it, Kyran, don’t test me because I’ll knock that pretty little head of yours right off those broad shoulders.” Was I giving him a compliment while simultaneously threatening to decapitate him? Leave it to me to come up with a sentence like that one. 

“I’d like to keep my pretty little head, thank you very much,” he said hotly. His answer, however sarcastic it was, almost made me laugh and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from smiling. He looked so cute when he was annoyed.

About the Author:
Kristy Centeno is an author of paranormal romance, young adult, new adult, horror, and contemporary romance. 

She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. In her journey to create memorable reads, she has delved into several genres, creating fictional characters meant to entice readers and captivate the mind. 

She is currently working on finishing off the Keeper Witches series among other projects, which include sequels to her published work. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.

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Monday, May 18, 2015

Book Feature - Under Starry Skies by Judy Ann Davis



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Published by: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Historical Western Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 6, 2014
Length: 308 Pages

About the Book:
Hired as the town’s school teacher, Maria O’Donnell and her sister Abigail arrive in the Colorado Territory in 1875, only to find the uncle they were to stay with has been murdered. 

Rancher Tye Ashmore is content with life until he meets quiet and beautiful Maria. He falls in love at first sight, but her reluctance to jeopardize her teaching position by accepting his marriage proposal only makes him more determined to make her part of his life. 

When their lives are threatened by gunshots and a gunnysack of dangerous wildlife, Tye believes he is the target of an unknown enemy. Not until Maria receives written threats urging her to leave does she realize she might be the target instead of the handsome rancher.


With the help of Tye, Abigail, and a wily Indian called Two Bears, Maria works to uncover her uncle’s killer and put aside her fears. But will she discover happiness and true love under Colorado’s starry skies? 

Excerpt:
Two Bears grinned. “And a sorry hide yours is, Tye Ashmore. You are getting careless. You leave woman with hair the color of mink all alone. You lose horse, rifle, donuts, and water. And you do not take dog with you.”     

“If you keep insulting me, Two Bears, I’m going to take my rifle and wrap it around your greasy neck. Why didn’t you bring my horse?”     

“Why didn’t you?” Two Bears asked. His mouth was tight and grim. “If I had moved the horse, anyone watching would know to follow me back to you or your woman.”     

Tye nodded. “I figured the same. I decided we’d walk down to get it when it gets dark.”     

Maria rose and stepped between them. She was weary, and she wanted to get home, take a bath, and soak her skinned arm and injured knee. “Why can’t we just start now?”     

“Your woman is not happy.” Two Bears grunted. “An angry squaw can make sunny days seem like rainy ones.”     

Maria glared at him.     

“Maybe we’re both not happy since you’re eating our food,” Tye countered.

Two Bears thumped his chest and grinned. “I even ate the ones you dropped on the trail. Before any varmints could get to them. Come, I know another path to your horse. By the time we arrive,it will be dark, and you can take your woman and go the rest of the way safely.”    

“I am not his woman,” Maria snapped. “I am not a piece of property. Stop saying that!”     


Two Bears jumped back, away from her. “If you say so.” He looked at Tye with wide eyes. “Hair like a mink. Temper like a badger.”

About the Author:


Judy Ann Davis writes both historical and contemporary romantic suspense as well as short stories. 

She began her career in writing as a copy and continuity writer for radio and television. Many of her short stories have appeared in various literary and small magazines, and anthologies, and have received numerous awards. 

When Judy Ann isn't behind a computer, you can find her looking for anything humorous to make her laugh or swinging a golf club, where the chuckles are few. 


She is a member of Pennwriters, Inc. and Romance Writers of America.
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