Friday, February 24, 2017

Book Feature & Interview - She Came With the Tide by Viviana McKade

Hey, y'all. I love box sets and today I've got a super fun one for you to look at! With rock stars! Check out this interview and feature from one of the book in the set--She Came With the Tide by Viviana McKade.


1)      Can you tell us your name?
Andrea Turner. (She smiles, lowers her eyes before looking up at me again with the cutest grin ever.)  Soon to be Andrea Axelsson.

2)     
Have you ever had a nickname?

Never until Erik. He calls me Pixie, because of my haircut.

3)      What is your profession?
I’m studying early childhood education. I’d love to have my day-care center one day.

4)      After all you’ve been through in your life, which we know is some, what are your thoughts on love.
Love is Erik. The life we have. (Her voice hardens a bit, her eyes lose that soft light.)  For may years I thought love and possession were the same thing. Now I know better.

5)      What would you change about yourself?
I’d love to get rid of some of this shyness, (she says, as she fiddles with the cuff of her long sleeve t-shirt.) But I’m getting used to being with people, speaking up. 
I’m sure Erik helps with it.  God, (she chuckles). He’s like a shock therapy.

6)      Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t done?
That list is so long! But I’m definitely catching up with it. I’m learning to rock climbing, for one. Planning some paragliding. 

7)      How is the perfect night out for you?
Dancing. The loud music, the crowd, I love it.
Even if there’s lots of people? Because of that. They are there, but I don’t have to talk with them. Not all of them, at least. I enjoy crowded places. And Erik is a great dancer.

8)      What would you change about Erik?
He’s impulsive, and sometimes that gets him into trouble. No major things, but trouble nonetheless. I’d love for him to slow down a bit.

9)      What do you like about him?
(She chuckles again.) He’s impulsive. And wild. And nothing is too much or too far away for him. I hope some of that attitude will stick on me.

10)  If you were an animal, or a shifter, what would you be?
Probably a bird of some sort. Hence the future paragliding. There’s freedom in the sky.

11)  Your obituary would be …
She died free and in love.

12)  What would you do if:
-  -  someone tried to blackmail you. How easy or difficult would it be?
   Wow. It would be the coolest thing, being someone who has something to be blackmailed for! I have literally nothing to hide.

-  - You wake up to find a poisonous spider on your pillow next to your head?
I I have no trouble with spiders, and no knowledge about which ones are poisonous. So I probably just swap it away.

-  -  Someone told you that you’re destined to fulfill a great prophecy.
Oh, no, please. I had trouble enough as it is, I just want to keep living my life now. But thank you for the offer.

She Came With the Tide ~

He’s impulsive, fearless, and fun loving.
Erik Axelsson, Ax, had it all: talent, fame, money. He’d lived the rock & roll life fully and with gusto until it wasn’t fun anymore. Without a second thought, he’d traded the spotlight with the Floridian sun, and the guitar with a surfboard. Young, rich, and free from anything - what more he could need?

She’s innocent, scared, and in trouble.  
Andrea Smith escaped the life imposed to her when her parents joined a cult. After years on the run, hunger pushed her to accept a stranger’s offer for breakfast. She had no clue her life changed with that simple ‘yes’. 

But the past catches up with her, forcing Andrea to choose what person she wants to be: the scared cult member that obeyed in silence, or the new woman Erik made blossom. 


Tag Line: She had no clue her life changed with that simple ‘yes’


Excerpt:
Erik brushed his palm on his prickling shoulders as the angry sun hit, leaving only salt where ocean drops had been a few minutes before. He revered in that roasting pleasure, in the blues of the sky and water surrounding him. Entertained by his unplanned guest, he pulled his dripping hair into a messy bun.
It had been a good day for surfing, with waves still crashing on the shoreline. The rumble must have hidden the croaky zip of the tent’s zipper because when he looked down at the entrance, he found two huge brown eyes staring at him.
The echo of lifetimes ago, distant, feeble, poked at him. The feeling dwelling into his heart after his parents had died, now lingered on her delicate features. Fear.
The girl took a breath, clenched her teeth and crawled out. She rose on all of her five feet five or so. “Who–” she cleared her throat. “Who are you?”
Wasn’t that a question he wasn’t used to? Everybody knew Ax and the Hurricanes. He’d spent ten years of his life on everybody’s mouth, eyes and above all, ears. Newspapers. TV. Concerts. Surprise for the question shadowed the male appreciation of the woman in front of him. For now. He’ll so be back at that.
“I think the question is, who are you?” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“A camper.”
“Well, camper, your tent is on my property, in case you missed that,” he said pointing at the Private Property notice on the berm not far from her den. He had to invest some money into a proper sign, he thought when he eyed the rusty, barely visible sign. “My house’s back there, anyway.”
She turned around, took those details in. “Oh.”
Erik used that time to make some math. A girl, alone, in an old tent. The black bag he’d peeked to with clothes in it. That look in her eyes. He sighed. “You hungry?”
She nodded.
“Let’s go.”
He took his surfboard and turned to go. “What?” he asked when she didn’t move.
“I–I don’t know you.”
Yeah, okay, back to that. She either had lived on the moon for the past fifteen years or was bullshitting him. He would give her the benefit of the doubt because she was hot, and keep Sheriff Charlie on speed dial for a while. He turned around. “I’m Erik Axelsson.”
He waited for his name to dawn on her. Nothing. Seriously?
“I’m Andrea Smith.”
“All right, Andrea Smith. I’m hungry, covered in sand, and the sun is cooking my brain. I’m going in, you do as you please.”

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Friday, February 10, 2017

Good News Comes in Threes, But Beware Stormy Seas

You know what day it is! No, not hump day. Don't start that junk. I don't want to hear it. It's the five year anniversary release day of THE TREASURE HUNTER'S LADY! What are we doing to celebrate? Um...not much. Go get a copy free on Kindle Unlimited. After you download that, download the other two too. You won't be sorry.

If you go back five years and read all the posts leading up to and after the release, I was a nervous wreck. It seems like a hundred years ago that it happened. In honor of five years of publishing, all The Guardian Chronicle books got new covers. Good times.

Speaking of new covers...

I imagine the publishing world is abuzz with the not-so-new news of Samhain's latest closure. I got the email yesterday afternoon. I won't lie about it. I'd requested my rights back for The Heckmasters a few months after the first closure announcement, then after Cris decided to stay open. I was actually waiting to hear if I was going to get them. It's a terrible situation for a good publisher. I was honored and thrilled when I signed all three contracts for The Heckmaster books, but I have to admit, I will be relieved to have my demon cowboy trilogy back in my loving arms. So, they're getting some updates and new covers as well. Watch out for that. They are fantastic. I'll let y'all know when the Heckmasters will be back!

And...the other day, after I'd had my fill of Vikings for the night, I opened a document that hadn't been open in two years. It's a thing with me. Wait almost two years to think about previously started projects. It was a historical romance that I began working on shortly after the last book I published with Kensington. I worked my way through 43,000 words, then quit because I wasn't sure it was making any sense. I couldn't figure out how to dig the hero out of the ditch he'd fallen into. So I abandoned it in a similar fashion that I left The Convict and the Cattleman out in the cold. I began reading through it. The first chapter was if-y, but the second chapter was really good. In fact, on the whole it was not the worst thing I've ever written. When I finished reading through it, I thought, bet I could finish that in 10-15k. I started a cowboy novella in addition to Erik Agmar, the Viking, whose story I started recently. I shoved them both aside and plowed through 11,000 words to write the end of this historical romance this week. I wrote yesterday until I thought I would cripple my left hand, because it is literally perfect for a western historical box set I want to put out this year. Ching! Done! Go, me.

But with all the good news comes some bad. I also found out this week that Amazon pulled the Treasured Love box set. Something about blah, blah, blah, they're tetchy about box sets that authors don't have contracts for and pirated books and whatnot. And sadly, the set was doing more sinking than floating in the vast sea of books. I really don't know why. Pirates are awesome!

I did find some great images that will make a perfect cover for Sin & the Sea, but I intended to add more to the story. It's only 23,000 words. I'd like to bump it up quite a bit. Instead of focusing on that, I wrote the end of that historical this week and added words to the Viking novella. I thought I would have more time before Sin & the Sea sailed back to me. Now with that and the Heckmasters, I'm going to be busier than ever.

Say, did you pre-order Lawless yet? While you're over there getting your copy of The Treasure Hunter's Lady free on KU, pre-order Lawless too. It's also free on KU and will be delivered in no time!

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Lawless Cover Reveal

Title: Lawless
Genre: Western paranormal romance
Length: 64,000 words
Publisher: Demoiselle Books
Publication date: March 7, 2017

Blurb:
His redemption lies beyond death. Hers lies in changing his heart.
A moment of pity costs outlaw Clayton Wilder his life when he steps in front of a bullet meant for a young boy. While his bank-robbing posse escapes, he earns a trip to the gallows. Nothing less than he deserves, but the afterlife isn't what he expected. Instead of a one-way ticket to Hell, Wilder's given the chance to redeem his soul in the Purgatory-like town of Windfall. And instead of a guardian angel, he's saddled with a being who's been dealing with souls so long, she's forgotten what living is.

After ninety-nine years as a Second Judge of Men, Joanna Casimir hopes her last assignment is an easy one. Showing her charges the error of their ways has given many a second chance at Heaven, but Wilder continually ignores her good intentions. The revenge he took on the men who killed his family left unthinkable darkness shrouding him. Even the startling revelation that he may be more than an average soul doesn't give him reason to change. When Windfall is attacked by Revenants, twisted spirits of the dead, Joanna and Wilder flee the afterlife. As humans returned to earth, Joanna is confronted by the difficulty of remaining alive in harsh circumstances with an outlaw for a companion.

Joanna's vulnerability and dedication to her belief that the afterlife can be reclaimed force Wilder to take her under his protection. With Revenants tracking them, his old gang members haunting his hideout, and a woman determined to prove there's still some goodness inside him, he'll never find peace until he promises to join the good guys and confronts the past that forced him onto the wrong side of the law.

Excerpt:
Integrating the newcomers often led to headaches. The roughshod outlaw gaping at his hands didn’t inspire much hope for an easy day. Like it or not, when Grand Judge Ward declared the sentence, it was up to Joanna to follow through.
She squared her shoulders. “I am Joanna Casimir. Welcome to Windfall. You’re lucky, you know. Not all the men who stand in this room come out with a sentence as light as yours. It will take some time for you to adjust to our ways, but you will be better off if you pay attention now. I expect you have several questions. This is the time to get them out of the way.”
Wilder met her gaze. “What the hell is happening?”
His leaf green eyes rounded with shock. Dark auburn hair a shade too long curled below his ears. A scruff of week-old beard colored his square jaw. Years in the sun left his skin tanned and his eyebrows bleached lighter than the rest of his hair. He still wore the clothes he’d died in. They were filthy from road wear. The worst was his scent—a collective of fear and tension.
Wilder wasn’t the most promising specimen the grand judge had thrown her way. Nevertheless, it was her duty to straighten him out. She didn’t fail. Only once, and that was early in her career. Since then, she’d kept a tighter noose on her souls.
“What do you think is happening, Mr. Wilder?”
He cast a look around the empty room. “This is a dream.”
Decades in this job and still the first thing the newly acquired blurted out was how they must be hallucinating. Joanna folded her hands together. “I’m afraid it isn’t. Do you recall your last moments on earth?”
“The hanging.” He touched his neck. “I died.”
Not a single mark from the noose showed on his skin, but that didn’t mean his trials and suffering were over. In a way, they’d begun all over again.
“Right you are. Depending on how well you behave, this place might be your home for years, though time moves a bit differently here. Your attitude and willingness to display proper behavior and repentance will determine how soon you move on.”
“Move on?” Wilder blinked. “I didn’t go straight to Hell.”
“No, but that’s still a possibility. As Grand Judge Ward explained, when you saved Joshua Peyton, you earned a chance at redemption. One chance, Mr. Wilder. I suggest you don’t squander it.” Based on his history his odds of success weren’t high, but she had to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“I’m dead,” he repeated. “This is...”
“A way station in the afterlife. You no longer have a body. The figure you’ve assumed is in the shape of your former vessel, however, you have no substance.”
Wilder flickered. His eyes sparkled with the radiance of a soul even though his skin turned translucent. Despite everything, his soul, though tarnished with the sins of his past, clung to the earth and the life he’d known.
He pressed his hand over his nose and mouth.
She met his gaze. “Although you may think you do, you don’t breathe. Your heart doesn’t beat. It’s just your soul’s way of adapting to the afterlife. You’ll never get hungry or tired or sick—barring certain circumstances. The concerns of human bodies aren’t anything to take into consideration here. Forget all that. There are ways of wearing down a soul, but we won’t worry about them now. What we must do in the time Grand Judge Ward allowed is purify your soul.”
“The woman who called me murderer.” His Adam’s apple jumped. “She was the kid’s mother?”
Joanna nodded. “Molly Peyton. She was merely passing through on her way to the other side. There’s no reason for her to stay here. She must be unhappy with the sentence, but it’s no concern of hers now.”
“Why not just send me to Hell? I deserve it. I’ve done bad things, lady. Killed, stolen, hurt people.” The shock vanished from his expression, replaced by the nastiness he’d displayed the moment he’d strolled into the courtroom. “What makes you so sure I won’t do it all again?”

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