Saturday, March 31, 2012

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This week's spotlighted title is Always a Lady by Victoria Chatham



ALWAYS A LADY


By Victoria Chatham

Lady Serena Buxton follows her husband from England to Bandit Creek, Montana. Randolph is a partner in the Ellis gold mine, but when she arrives, she is horrified to find that Randolph is missing.

Sheriff Wilson seems to be keeping a watchful eye on her. Why? Douglas King, the mine manager, treats her as if she is already a widow. What does he know? The bank manager refuses her request for access to Randolph’s account. With no husband and no money, what is a girl to do?

Serena has an unsuspected and quite shocking talent. She can belly dance. With the help of two enterprising local ladies, Serena prepares for a public performance. But when the news leaks out, she finds the only venue she can secure is in the Men’s Club owned by King. Like it or not, she has no option but to ask him regardless of what terms he may insist on. Billed as Ayesha, Oriental Dancer Extraordinaire, she prepares for her show which she hopes will make enough money for her to stay in Bandit Creek until Randolph is found.

The whole town, as well as a train full of people from nearby Missoula, turns out for her performance. The Club is packed. But who is in the crowd, watching? Will King insist on exacting his fees? And will Serena be reunited with the husband she loves?

About the Author:



Victoria Chatham is a writer of Regency romance and credits her late husband for giving her a well needed push – make that kick-in-the-pants – to take her writing seriously.

It was his opinion she should write a historical novel but, having disliked history at school because she couldn’t remember dates, was an idea she firmly resisted. Her first completed novel was a contemporary romantic suspense, but she never quite felt comfortable with the book. But then a glimmer of an idea grew into a Regency romance, a genre she always felt comfortable with. Her favourite books are those of that doyen of the Regency era, Georgette Heyer, and more recently Mary Balogh, Sabrina Jeffries, Stephanie Laurens and others.

Victoria was born in Bristol, England and grew up in an area well known for its Regency style architecture. She frequently visited both Cheltenham and Bath, the latter famous for its water. She and her cousins, under the eagle eye of their grandmother, learned what many a young Regency lady may have learned. Manners, deportment, elocution and what knife and fork should be used for which course at dinner and which wine is served in which glass – and why. A writer is encouraged to ‘write what you know’ so many of these early lessons have proved extremely useful in adding small details to her writing.

Already at work on her second Regency novel, Victoria has also written a historical novella for the Bandit Creek book series, and a short story for the April Fool’s Bandit Creek Anthology, Fool’s Gold to be released on – when else – April 1st, 2012.

Apart from her writing, Victoria is an avid reader. Her love of horses gets her away from her computer to volunteer at Spruce Meadows equestrian centre and Dare2Dream, a horse-rescue ranch. Her constant buddy is her dog, Jay, who allows her to take him for a walk every day. As Jay is now 105 years old in people years, she firmly believes she is the only seeing eye person in existence.

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CHAPTER 1
Bandit Creek, Montana
March, 1907

She should have let him know she was on her way to meet him. She could have telegraphed before she left San Francisco, or at any stop on the way between there and Bandit Creek.
But then, Lady Serena Buxton reflected, when had she ever done what was expected of her?
She sat back against the velvet upholstered railway carriage seat, thankful that she had the compartment to herself. The wheels hummed steadily along the rails but changed to a rattle as the train crossed a trestle bridge spanning the creek below. She peered out of the window. The town itself was an unprepossessing sprawl of buildings along the valley floor beside the creek that gave the town its name.
Beyond the town, the jagged peaks of snow covered mountains reached up into a clear blue sky that seemed to go on forever. It was picture-perfect and a moment later she wished it was a picture. Stepping down from the train she gasped with shock as the wind, sweeping down from those snowy slopes, sucked the air out of her lungs. The cold bit into her cheeks like a hungry dog.
It made her eyes water. Serena dabbed the resulting tears away with the edge of her sable wrap as she drew it across her face.
“Dammit, Randolph, why couldn’t your gold mine be somewhere warm?” she muttered.
She ducked her head and scurried across the bare platform to the stationmaster’s office, almost tripping on the doorstep in her hurry to escape the cold.
A glowing potbellied stove stood in the center of the room. Wisps of black smoke leaked from the stack that reached up through the roof. Serena ignored the sooty haze and moved into the circle of warmth the stove provided. Her fingers were stiff with cold within her gloves and she peeled them off, held her bare fingers over the stove top until feeling returned to them. Only then did she begin to relax.
A quick glance around the room assured her this was all the comfort she was likely to find. Two solid wooden benches were placed on opposite walls beneath weather grimed windows. The window on one side offered a view of the station platform. The other looked out onto a street scored with deep wheel ruts. Sunlight glinted off their ice encrusted edges and Serena blinked in the glare.
“Can I help you, Ma’am?”
Serena looked over her shoulder at the man who emerged from behind the ticket counter. From his clothes and cap she deduced he was the stationmaster and smiled at him.
“When I have warmed myself a little,” she replied, still holding her hands over the stove.
“You chose a mighty cold day for traveling, if you don’t mind me saying so.”
She heard the curiosity in his voice. “Traveling in mid March was hardly a choice. More of a necessity, if anything.” She rubbed her hands together then stamped her feet a little.
“I’ve got some coffee going back here, if you’d like some.” The man jerked his thumb towards the area behind the counter.
“That’s very kind of you but no, thank you.” Serena feared the coffee would be as black as tar, very strong and not at all to her liking. “I would, however, like directions to the Golden Nugget Hotel. Is it far?”
“It’s across the street behind us and down on the end of the next block.”
“I don’t suppose there’s any form of transport available to take me there?” Serena held her hands over the stove again.
The stationmaster laughed. “You could walk there by the time I get the station hitch harnessed or start the automobile.”
“Then I shall just have to walk very quickly.”
The door opened again, letting in an icy blast of air followed by a lanky boy dragging a loaded trolley.
“And here’s my luggage.” Serena eyed the piled trunks, hat boxes and valises. “These I would like delivered, if you please.”
“I’ll take care of that right away and, if you have no objection, I’ll have young Joe here walk you to the Nugget.”
“Thank you, Mr...?”
“Wilberforce, Ma’am. Sam Wilberforce.” Sam tipped his cap.
“Well, Mr. Wilberforce, I thank you again.” Serena turned to the boy who twisted his cap nervously in his hands. “And are you sure you don’t mind walking me to the hotel, Joe? It is very cold to be outside today.”
Joe blushed. “I d-don’t m-mind at all,” he stuttered, overcome with embarrassment at being made the object of her attention. “If you’ll c-come w-with me I’ll show you the way.”
***
Sam watched the young woman cross the street. Joe stumbled along beside her, trying to keep up. Her long, athletic stride made the dark green skirt of her traveling suit swirl about her legs. No doubt about it, she was a good looking woman. He’d noticed the wisp of dark hair that escaped the confines of her fur hat and her pink cheeks and clear gray eyes certainly brightened his day.
When they were out of sight he crossed to the trolley. He ran his hand over the top of a valise and eyed the trunks it was perched on. He’d never seen Louis Vuitton luggage but he knew it was expensive and sure knew the name. Her accent was unmistakably English and everything about her spoke of a quality he normally didn’t see passing through his station.
Why was she traveling alone and what was she doing in Bandit Creek? He lifted one of the luggage tags.
Lady Serena Buxton, Golden Nugget Hotel, Bandit Creek, Montana, he read.
He immediately recognized the name and his heart sank. He turned the tag over to make sure there was no mistake.
Lady Serena Buxton, Buxton Hall, Stoneton, Gloucestershire, England.
“Aw, hell,” he muttered. “Now there’ll be trouble.”

Friday, March 30, 2012

End of the Tour Wrap Up with Dawne Dominique

Well, here we are at the end of my virtual author excursion with Bewitching Book Tours, and I suddenly find myself at a loss for words. Being a writer, that's a little surprising, don't you think? I must say that when I started this journey, I didn't have a clue what I was doing or what to expect. For that, I want to send my deepest heartfelt thanks to Roxanne for guiding me every step of the way and making this experience fun and enlightening instead of terrifying. Friends who I've known for years discovered things about me they never knew.

Unfortunately, the month started out on an extremely sad note with the death of my father-in-law, whom I loved dearly. It only got worse as the days went by. Without Roxanne's support and understanding, and the wonderful hosts of the blogs where I stopped, this would not have been a success without them. I had a lot of fun, even though I had to talk about myself, something I find very difficult to do.

Promoting The First series has always played havoc on my mind. I began writing the series in early 2000, so trying to summarize five novels was a daunting task, not to mention how I'd explain the subplots without giving too much of the main plot away, yet still draw the curiosity of readers. Then they were the numerous characters that play key roles in each of the books.

Did I make sense?

Did I consistently repeat?

Were the blog posts diverse, boring?

Was my writing entertaining?

Did I promote too much, not enough?

Did it garner sales?

Did it spark interest?

Certainly a daunting task made easier with Roxanne's help. (((group hug)))

Thank you again, Bewitching Book Tours, and,

Salacious Reads
Sandra J. Clark Blog
Raven Corinn Carluk
Kayla Graham of Simply Kayla’s Books Reviews
Shandy Sanford of Mama Knows Books
Meredith Allard
Lisa’s World of Books
GraveTells (an extra special thank you)
Vanessa, The Jeep Diva
Hildie McQueen
Erotica For All
Ron C. Nieto
The Scarf Princess
Kay Dee
Darlene's Book Nook
Jade Mystique
Gothic Mom’s Book Reviews
Char Hardin (and another extra special thank you for Char)

... for taking on such a novice blogger.

If you're looking for a unique vampire series where fiction and biblical facts crash headlong, I urge you to take The First journey.

Live, love, laugh and dream...because you never know what tomorrow will bring you.


~Dawné Dominique


March 2 interview and review book 1
Salacious Reads

March 3 Guest blog

March 4 Guest blog and review book 1
stories with bite o,.,o

March 5 Guest Blog
Simply Kayla’s Books REviews

March 12 Promo
Mama Knows Books

March 13 Guest blog
Rage, Sex and Teddy Bears

March 15 Interview
From Meredith Allard

March 16 Promo
Lisa’s World of Books

March 18 Guest Blog

March 19 Promo 
theJeepDiva


March 19 Interview
Hildie McQueen's Author Site/

March 20 Guest blog
Erotica For All

March 23 Guest blog
Stories of my life

March 25 Guest blog
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess

March 27 Interview
Kay Dee's

March 28 Promo
Book A Day Spotlight
JustViews.net

March 29 Guest blog

March 30 Promo
Jade Mystique

March 31 Promo




Eden's Hell, I: The First


In the beginning…

God created man and called him Adam, a fine specimen replicated in his own image. He then created woman to ease Adam’s loneliness and named her Lillith. Unfortunately, God realized his mistake too late in giving woman free will, for she would rule her domain—not man.

When Lillith left Adam, God created another for his first-born son and gave her the name Eve and a kingdom called Eden, but by then it was too late, for he’d unleashed Hell into the world of man.

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Dark Diary, II: The First


Daniella Rolfe, a seven-century old First vampire is unwittingly drawn together with a City of Winnipeg detective, who happens to be investigating a string of some rather bizarre serial murders. It doesn’t take long for her to discover that this mere mortal man holds more power over her than any she's ever known.

And Aiden…he's only dreamed about women like Daniella.

Blood battles and broken vows are just the beginning of Daniella Rolfe’s woes.

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Kindred Blood, III: The First


There is nothing thicker—or stronger—than kindred blood.

Being married in Scotland sounds like the perfect romantic getaway, doesn't it? For Daniella Rolfe and Aiden Blackmore, the nightmare they'd left behind was just the beginning. When Aiden is kidnapped, Daniella will go to any lengths to ensure he's brought safely back to her, no matter the amount of blood to be shed. Together with Spencer Dalton, a private investigator she hired to help find Aiden, they begin to unravel more than they bargained for.

Broken vows are the least of Daniella's worries now.

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About the Author:


Dawné Dominique is a multi-published author of paranormal romance and fantasy. Weaving tales of intrigue that include riveting characters and spellbinding plots, she takes great pleasure in immersing an unsuspecting reader into the worlds she created, refusing to let them go until that last page is read.

She embraces life with one simple rule:

“Everything in life happens for a reason, be it good or bad, and it’s because of this we learn to never take anything for granted.”

www.dawnedominique.com

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Dating on a Budget: Ten Fun Dates That Cost Little to No Money

Money woes killing your love life? Here are ten budget friendly dates that cost little to no money.
While they might not impress or be appropriate on the first date they’re perfect for those already in an established and comfortable relationship.

Romance doesn’t have to cost a fortune and it is often the littlest thins that end up meaning the most and will become the memories you cherish.

1. Look for free events in your area. Summer time is full of festivals, concerts and outdoor shows. Local parks often offer art in the park, movies under moonlight, and music in the park. They are usually free, of course vendors are usually there charging excessive fees for drinks and food but you could always pack a picnic basket.

2. Visit art galleries or museums with free admission. Add some culture to your life; it may be a completely new experience for you. Enjoy it…for free and with the one you love.

3. Be one with nature. Seriously, go to a local park, nature preserve, lake or somewhere and just enjoy nature. Go for a walk together and hold hands, hike or ride bikes together. A little physical activity gets the blood pumping which can lead to other physical activities later.

4. Have an old fashioned picnic in the park. Grab a blanket, pack some sandwiches and drinks and hit the park. Watch children play and people stroll. It’s a quiet way to unwind. Ditch the cell phones and iPods and just enjoy each other.

5. Star gaze. This is something my husband and I love to do. On warm clear nights we’ll sit outside under the stars and just watch the sky change above us. Sometimes we’re even lucky enough to see a shooting star. Many times because we’re so quiet we’ll see critters roam through our yard: deer, raccoons and coyotes have all made appearances.

6. Cook dinner together with only the ingredients you have on hand. Now this can be a very creative and fun experience. We’ve come up with some tasty (and other not so tasty) and always interesting dishes. Thank goodness we always keep pasta and rice in the house. You can make pretty much anything with one of those.

7. Play old fashioned board games…with a twist. Make it strip monopoly or strip checkers or whatever sounds found to you. You two will spend old fashioned quality time together while still heating up the evening.

8. Have an old fashioned movie night at home. Raid your old movie collection and watch one of your favorites that you haven’t seen in years, or find an undiscovered gem lurking in the stacks. Pop some popcorn and cuddle on the sofa, just the two of you…clothes optional.

9. Make something together. This may sound odd to those who are craft challenged but give it a try, collect art supplies that are lying around the house and get creative together. Whether you write bad poetry or create whimsical greeting cards make something together or something for each other. Creativity is the spark of life.

10. Have a spa day at home. Grab all the beauty products you can find, pull out the mani/pedi supplies, grab the deep conditioner, the bubble bath, the body scrubs or whatever you have on hand, get out the fluffy towels and bath robes and pamper the heck out of each other. After all the scrubs, the filing and the conditioning give each other a massage. It’ll be the best date ever. Trust me guys, even you’ll enjoy it. There’s a lot of naked time involved.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Interview with a Vampire Assasin





A crack of lightning streaked across the sky as Andy Lane pulled up to the three-story monolith. A light rain had started to descend, giving the glow of the Philadelphia street lights an extra sheen and bringing with it a chill harsh enough to settle into the marrow. Andy cut out the car’s ignition and paused, hands resting on the steering wheel as he repeated the instructions written out on the invitation. “Come to this address. Come alone. I have something you might find interesting.”

He rolled his eyes. “I swear if he’s selling a time share I’ll toss him out a window.”

Andy opened the car door. Normally, he didn’t follow leads like this, but being a reporter in the digital age made it difficult to be picky. Even as a new addition to the Inquirer, he didn’t have the same stars in his eyes other rookies might. There would be no Deep Throat summoning him to a garage; no CIA informant leading him into an espionage thriller. What he hoped more was that he wouldn’t wake up in an ice-filled bath tub with a phone taped to his hand.

Fetching his laptop case from the back seat of the car, Andy drew a deep breath inward and sighed.
It was show time.

He didn’t need to press any buzzer or fiddle with any intercom. The moment he stepped into the vestibule a click sounded and the door leading to the main hallway opened without any intervention. He raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and followed the path to an elevator, stepping inside and mashing the button with the magic number two. Within seconds, Andy was on the correct floor and standing in front of an apartment marked number 211.

The door creaked open when he pushed it. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. Another flash of lightning tore apart the heavens and though the room was dark, he caught a glimpse of someone seated at a table, feet propped on an adjacent chair. Tendrils of smoke wafted from a lit cigarette and embers flared orange as the figure drew from the filter. Andy stepped into the apartment and slowly shut the door behind him.

Through the darkness, he swore he saw the man smirk. “Good evening, Mr. Lane,” he said, “Nice of you to join me.”

Andy cleared his throat, clutching the laptop case tight against his body. “Thank you for the invitation,” he said. Something about the way the man smiled unnerved him. It looked almost… inhuman. “Mind if I turn a light on?”

“Go right ahead.”

With a nod, Andy felt the wall for a switch and flipped it on. The room filled with soft fluorescence. He sighed again, unaware of how fraught with relief it sounded. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’m a little…”

“Afraid of the dark?”

“Something like that.”

With a light on to guide him now, Andy saw the figure more clearly. He looked tall, about 6’3” with a thick, but athletic frame, and short brown hair. His features suggested he might be Germanic, but the few words of dialogue exchanged revealed a formal, if American, accent. A pair of emerald green eyes tracked Andy from the entryway into the dining room and settled when Andy pulled out a chair and sat across from him. The man grinned again. “A wise thing, being afraid of the dark,” he said. “Monsters reside in the shadows.”

“Muggers and rapists, too.” Andy allowed the leather case to slide from his shoulder and come to a rest on the floor. He pulled his wire-framed glasses from his face and used his shirt to wipe away droplets of rain.

“Anyhow, you said you had something interesting to share.”

“I do, indeed.” He gestured toward a metallic cigarette case on the table. “Do you smoke?”

“Trying to quit.”

“Suit yourself.” The man shrugged and brought his cigarette to his mouth, indulging a deep drag and exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. He nodded as he tapped the ash into a tray. “You shall have to forgive me. I am rarely let out of the cage, and for good reason. I tend to wreak havoc whenever I am. My keeper is unaware of what I am doing.”

Andy furrowed his brow while slipping his glasses back on. “You’re going to have to unpack that for me, Mr…”

“Flynn. Just Flynn. No last name.”

“Alright… Flynn. Now, what do you mean you tend to wreak havoc?”

A cold glint crept inside his gaze. “I am assassin.”

“An assassin?”

“A rather infamous one, at that.”

Andy failed to suppress the snicker. “You’re an infamous assassin?” ‘Yeah, right.’

“I heard that, Mr. Lane. You might wish to mind your thoughts.”

“I beg your…” Andy blinked. “Heard what?”

“Your doubt.” Flynn chuckled. “I can read you like a book. I know you live with your college roommate and were born in another state. I know that while you believe in the extraordinary, you have only failed to hear of me because you lack certain knowledge.”

“What knowledge is that?”

As Flynn’s mouth opened, his incisors extended until they formed two long, sharp fangs which rested just above Flynn’s bottom lip. “I am also a vampire.”

Andy bolted up from his chair, tipping it over in the process. He inched away and stopped only when his back met with a wall. “You… How… How did you do that?” He issued a nervous laugh. “Are those prosthetics?”

“I would invite you to see for yourself, but I might demand a pint of blood as the price for admission.”

A smaller, much more apprehensive sound preceded a hard swallow. “You take this whole thing seriously, don’t you?”

Flynn shook his head and looked away at last, drawing one final time from his cigarette and snuffing it out inside the ashtray. “You humans any longer. When I was more prolific, you used to scream like banshees. The cinema and this… Edward Cullen fellow have taken all of the threat from being a vampire.”

Andy raised an eyebrow. “My apologies for not screaming.”

“Hardly unexpected. Merely a disappointment.”

Andy inched away from the wall. A sense of warning screamed from within, but his curiosity got the better of him. He slowly picked the chair back up. “I’m not sure what it is you’re driving at, but fine. You’re a vampire assassin.” He slid onto the seat. “Is this what you called me here for? Am I supposed to be your Daniel Molloy?”

Flynn scoffed. “Equating me with Louis? I would have preferred a comparison with Lestat.”

“So you’re more of a Lestat?”

“Perhaps. A bit of an Eric Northman as well and… What was his name? From the other television show?”

Andy chuckled and reached for the cigarette case. “Which one? There were a lot of them.” Plucking a cigarette from the case, he lit the end and placed both case and lighter back onto the table. “If you’re talking Buffy the Vampire Slayer, there’s Angel or Spike. If you mean The Vampire Diaries, there’s Damon Salvatore.”

“Damon. That would be the one. Spike, too.” He sneered. “Do not ever dare liken me to Angel. That would be my keeper more than me.”

Andy laughed and drew from his cigarette. “Alright, so if you’re a vampire, you’re at least familiar with pop culture. How old does that make you?”

“Nice of you to play along.” Flynn pivoted in his chair and draped his arm across the back. “I was turned in 1983.”

“No kidding. I was bracing myself for a lecture on the Renaissance.”

“Sorry to disappoint. I am a young vampire, admittedly.”

“Almost the same age as me.” Andy nodded, narrowing his eyes at Flynn. “So, when were you an assassin?”
“For five years. From 1983 until 1988.”

“And you were pretty notorious?”

“They called me the Black Rose Assassin. Nobody saw me whom I did not allow and each time they did, they knew their time on earth was finished.”

“Scary.” Andy reached for the ash tray and slid it closer to him. “You killed other vampires?”

“Primarily, yes.”

“But only for five years.” His eyes fell briefly to the table as he flicked the ash from the end of his cigarette. “What led you to pursue another career?”

“A calling.” Flynn smirked, his eyes distant as Andy looked up at him again. “I met a sorceress named Monica. She was not very keen on my maker and sought to have me change employers.”

“Oh, so you worked for your maker.”

“My mistress Sabrina, yes. She was quite ambitious. Sought to make her coven the most powerful in the entire area and would have succeeded.” His smile softened. “I would still be her right hand if not for Monica.”

Andy silently regarded the assassin. Flynn’s fangs slid back into place and a much more human expression bled its way through the surface. “Am I prying if I ask about this Monica?” Andy asked.

“Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know.” The corner of Andy’s mouth curled upward. “Seems you took a shine to her.”

Flynn sighed. “We might be dull to emotion. We are not entirely devoid of it.” His eyes found Andy’s again.
“You humans see us either as stoic monsters or emasculated fallen angels. The truth is far more nuanced than either. We are killers and we are not mortal any longer, yes. It does not mean we lack feeling altogether.”

“Fair enough.” Andy reclined back in his chair. He tilted his head. “You know, vampire or not you have a pretty vivid imagination. You should write a book.”

“Funny you should mention.” The softer expression bled away, allowing the cunning, devious one to reemerge. “It would seem I chose wisely. You do not ask the questions I expect most humans to ask.”

“Such as?”

“What brand of toothpaste do you use to polish your fangs? What do you like about yourself? Men or women? Boxers or briefs. You people are connoisseurs of the banal at times.”

Andy laughed. “You never know, maybe your fans might like to know some of that.”

Flynn rolled his eyes. “Women. Boxers. Whatever is at hand. I am a smart and devious bastard. Any others you would add to the list?”

“None I would, at least for now.” Andy’s eyes fell to the ashtray again, his mind attempting to process the entirety of the conversation. With each tap of his cigarette against the glass, he felt something crawling around the back of his mind – an itch he couldn’t scratch. The room fell silent as he turned it around and examined it. What about this was so troubling? What risk could there be in indulging an otherwise harmless lunatic? “Why did you invite me here anyway?” he asked just as the question came to him.

“I thought you would never ask,” Flynn said.

He moved like a blur, like lightning crossing the sky with the rumble of thunder. The table tipped and just as Andy summoned the presence of mind to stand, he felt himself being pinned against the wall, a hand at his throat squeezing hard enough to silence him. The cigarette dropped to the ground and cool breath hit Andy’s neck. “First, attend to this: I might be tame, but I am never domesticated. Think me insane if you will, but never think you take company with a docile creature.

“Secondly, know if you did not serve any further purpose, I would end you right this minute.” Andy felt something slide into his pocket, but couldn’t see what. It was as he stole a glance downward that Flynn flashed into his line of sight, his fangs exposed again.

‘Those aren’t prosthetics.’

“I have a job for you,” Flynn said, “And you shall see to it as though your life depended on it. You shall place the contents of that flash drive into the hands of a publisher. If they will not take it, you shall continue onward until you find one who shall. The moment it is accepted, you shall walk from the building and promptly forget even having encountered us. Am I clear?”

Andy managed as much of a nod as possible. Flynn smirked and just as Andy thought himself safe, the face disappeared and a blinding pain overwhelmed him, finding its genesis at nape of his neck. The sickening noise of draughts of blood leaving his body turned his stomach. The taste of bile rose into his mouth just as the world turned black and faded altogether.

***

Three weeks later, a letter arrived in the mail, addressed to Peter Dawes. Peter perked an eyebrow at it, examining the postmark and turning the envelope around before opening it. His emerald green eyes traced across each word contained therein.


Dear Mr. Dawes,


Thank you for the submission of your manuscript, Eyes of the Seer. We would like to talk with you further about the possibility of publishing this and the subsequent books in your Vampire Flynn trilogy. If you or your agent could call to arrange a meeting at your earliest convenience, we would greatly appreciate it. We look forward to speaking with you soon.


Best Wishes,


J.R. Wesley


Crimson Melodies Publishing


P.S. – You might need to hire a new courier. He looked a little dazed when he spoke to my secretary.
Peter pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Damn it,” he said. Turning his head, he raised his voice to call into the other room. “Lover, I think we need to have a chat.”


“Flynn snuck out again.”

Eyes of the Seer

By Peter Dawes

It all started with a murder. Two victims lay dead at the hands of Peter Dawes, but what laid in wait for him was not the sound of sirens or the banging of a gavel. It would turn a doctor into a killer and a man into a monster.

Follow Peter as he exchanges his blood-stained clothing for tailored suits, his scalpel for fine-crafted daggers, and is reinvented as the newest vampire-child in a coven of decadent sophisticates. He even takes on the name ‘Flynn’ – a child of red – in honor of his new-found devilish side and to further distance himself from his human past.

For four years, Flynn embodies every bit the bloody immortal he was sired to become. Under the reign of his maker, Sabrina, he establishes a reputation as the most feared assassin to ever terrorize the covens of Philadelphia. But the surefooted-steps and quick hands that make him a virtuoso when it comes to killing humans and vampires alike are attributes of the mortal destiny which haunts him even beyond death. And despite all efforts, Peter’s humanity is not as dead as some would prefer.

On the verge of completing their vie for power, Sabrina’s ‘dark-killer’ will suddenly find himself wrestling his devotion to his mistress when an impish sorceress named Monica awakens the hidden powers he was destined to possess. In this world of macabre and shrewdly practical immortal beings, will Flynn’s supernatural gifts be used to orchestrate the wicked deeds of his maker? Or can the cold-blooded nature of a vampire be warmed by the compassion of a Seer?

EYES OF THE SEER is a gripping tale conspicuously authored by Peter Dawes – years later, he’s decided to put the story of his life to paper, albeit listed as ‘fiction’. (Vampires can’t really claim to exist, after all. It would ruin the whole gig.)


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Peter Dawes is an author of urban fantasy, native to the Philadelphia, PA area. The stories he writes often focus on the paranormal, with real life people being thrown into extraordinary circumstances. The clash of good vs evil and hero vs villain is a staple of his work, though he is never content to leave the hero unscathed by the end of the day. There is always a trial experienced and a lesson learned, even if it's learned the hard way. Far from being an archetypal author, though, Peter Dawes recognizes that what is black and white is often painted with shades of gray and even the heroes fall while the villains rise above. To Peter, the classic struggle epitomizes something within all of us that digs deep for the last mile, doggedly holds on to love, and sometimes ignores the safe path for the road less traveled. He also may or may not be a vampire. He leaves that for the reader to determine.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

How To Make Easy DIY Book Videos Without Spending a Dime

In a You Tube obsessed world book videos are the hottest new way to promote your book but the production of a really good book video can cost anywhere from a couple hundred to a couple thousand dollars.

The thing is you don’t need a Hollywood movie to promote your book, just a decent little video will do- as long as the end result is professional and obviously something that makes your book stand out and look like something people are going to want to buy.

I know you’re probably thinking that the last thing you need to do is add one more thing to your book promotion budget.

But I have really good news…you can make your own book video while spending little to no money even if you have no photography or video experience.

If you have Windows Movie Maker and a good, high speed internet connection you can easily DIY your own book video while spending little to no money.

One of the hardest and most time consuming parts of making a book video is finding the right images and music- that are royalty and copyright free. There are several sites where you can buy stock photos and get rights to use music- but that can end up costing a lot of money. If your promotional budget is next to nothing you’ll want to spend as little as possible.

The good news is that there are free images and music out there. You can hit search engines and look for royalty free images and royalty free music. You can also search for images and music that are in the public domain. If you don’t want to sort through all the (mostly crappy) results from a search that often leads nowhere, skip it and go straight to one of the best sources I know for free images- Flickr.com.

Flickr has a creative commons section of images (www.flickr.com/creativecommons). The best license to search under is attribution license. This gives you permission to alter the image and use it commercially as long as you credit the creator. I do warn you though- if the image is of a celebrity or a photograph of someone else’s work or just feels hinky in any way- don’t use it. Licensing, copyrights and royalty issues can possibly arise.

For more about Creative Commons licensing visit CreativeCommons.org.

Flickr also has a section called The Commons www.flickr.com/commons/usage. The Commons is an archive of public domain images added by historical institutions, libraries, schools and more. All images are listed as copyright free and in the public domain- that means they should be free to use for creative works. Just be sure to take precise notes and always credit your source in case any issues ever arise (better safe than sorry).

The other major part of your book video other than images is music. You can’t pick a song off the radio and use it in your video. You could get sued for not getting the proper permissions to use the song commercially.
I lucked out and found a site that offers a huge selection of royalty free music specifically for people like you and me (i.e. broke artistic types), students, and film makers to use in their creative endeavors. Go to www.Incompetech.com and click on Royalty Free Music tab (or use this exact link www.incompetech.com/m/c/royalty-free/

What’s the catch? There isn’t one. Just be sure to give credit to Kevin Macleod for being the music’s creator. Also be sure to slip him a few bucks (if you can afford to) as a donation or as a thank you for being so generous to the creative community by offering the use of his work for free.

Once you have all your images and music downloaded to your computer put it all in one folder so it is easy to find.

Then open Windows Movie Maker. Click “New Folder” then click “Import Media” (top left) and one by one add all of your images and music to the new folder within Movie Maker. Once you have all of your media in the new folder then you can start dragging and dropping things onto your storyboard.

If you want to add words between images click “Tools” decide where to add the words by clicking on the frame that you want the words to appear before, then click “Titles and Credits” then click “Title before selected clip”. Type in your words, you can change the font, the color, and you decide what kind of movement or special effects you want to do with the words and add them in.

After that you can alter images, fade in or out, or use other special effects or create transitions between each frame. Be sure to include an image of your book cover somewhere in the video along with a movie credits roll at the end to give all of your images and music proper accreditation.

Add your music last once everything else is in place. This is so that it ends up exactly where you want it. You’ll have to switch from the storyboard view to the timeline view to add it in correctly.

Once your video is finished publish it, then upload the finished product to You Tube where you can spread the word, use the embed code to customize the size and color border of the video viewer and then easily embed your brand new book video into your websites and blogs.

You can also pass the link onto other blogs and sites who might publish your book video on their sites as well.
There are some book sites that show trailers for free as well as some sites that are devoted entirely to book trailers like www.bookscreening.com and http://booktrailers.ning.com. There are also sites that you can pay to have your book video shown on like www.bookflicks.com but if that’s not in your budget stick to YouTube- it is the largest free share video site on the web.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Guest Blog and Giveaway with Carly Fall Author of Finding My Faith

Living versus existing – theme in stories

One recurring theme in the Six Savior Series is exploring the difference between living and existing. My Warriors have a tendency to just exist, focusing on nothing but the mission that they were sent for. They take little time to enjoy the things around them, to enjoy life, to live.

In Finding My Faith, my Warrior Rayner is particularly guilty of this. He is so focused on his mission of eradicating the evil from his planet he has been nicknamed the “workhorse” of the group. He is the all work and no play guy, until he meets Faith. She brings out the dormant part of him that used to do the living.

A lot of times, we get so caught up in the everyday mundane things that must be done, we also forget to live. The laundry, work, scrubbing toilets, helping kids with homework, cooking dinner…you get the idea. We forget to stop and enjoy the thing around us, and to do the things we enjoy.

I’m guilty of this as well. As I look outside my window at my once very full, very beautiful rose bushes that are now being over run by weeds, I not only feel bad for the roses, I’m a little upset with myself. I love taking care of those roses, but I have been so busy lately, they have been neglected. I have let my existing get in the way of my living, of doing the things I enjoy.


Is a clean toilet really that important? Does the house need to be immaculate? Probably not. Doing the things you like to do makes you a better person. You feel happier when you make time for yourself, and if you are happy, the people around you will be as well.

I’m going out to do a little living, and hopefully help those roses get back among the living as well.

Finding my Faith

By Carly Fall

Growing up in a small Northern Arizona town, Faith Cloudfoot’s life was spent playing in the forests surrounding her house under the protective eyes of her father, and learning about the legends of her Native American heritage.

Yearning for more out of her life, she moves to Phoenix, Arizona at the age of twenty-three where she is kidnapped and almost killed.

Rayner has a special ability, one that weighs on him like a curse. He can see spirits trapped in between life and their final resting place. Because he can’t do much to help them, he studiously ignores them. He concentrates, instead, on working with his fellow warriors to right the wrongs caused by the evil criminals from his home planet.

When Rayner sees Faith in her spirit form while investigating a lead in Phoenix, his attraction to her is immediate, yet he follows his own personal code and ignores her cry for attention. When he realizes that she may be a stepping stone to getting him home to his own universe, he engages Faith and begins to use her as a means to an end: going home.

As the attraction grows stronger, Rayner finds himself breaking all sorts of self-set rules, as well as the code of ethics set by him and his fellow warriors. When Faith nears death, Rayner realizes that he must do everything in his power to save her, because if he doesn’t, he may just lose himself.




About the Author:


Carly Fall lives in Arizona with her incredibly supportive husband, their son and their dog.
She enjoys the weather in Arizona, and when she isn't writing, you can find her spending time with her family, or lazily floating in the pool.

Carly has spent twenty years writing business materials, and Shackled to the Night was her first foray into fiction.

For more information on upcoming books as well as freebies and giveaways, visit her website at www.CarlyFall.com

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sexy on a Budget: Lingerie Alternatives

Is your sex life in need of a boost but your budget’s too tight to buy new lingerie?

You can get creative with budget friendly lingerie alternatives by breathing new life into old stuff lurking in your closets and drawers. Don’t fret about the government’s stimulus package when you can use what you already have to create all the stimulation your partner can handle.

Try these budget savvy seduction tips to give your sex life a boost without spending a dime.

What’s in Your Closet?

What ordinary items are lurking in

 your closet that can be transformed into extraordinary tools of seduction?

How about all those sheer tops that you prudently pair with camis and tanks? The guy in your life will love it if you decide to walk around the house in one of those sheer numbers with nothing else on; it’s what he fantasizes about every time you wear one of those tops. Give the man what he wants- you won’t be sorry.

What else is lingering in your closet waiting to be used seductively? How about those old Halloween costumes? Little Bo Peep, Harem Girl, Police Officer, Flapper? Any can be transformed with a little role playing into something totally new and extremely sexy. Put on the costume and delve into the role of seductress.
Speaking of role playing, there are all kinds of role playing costumes you can easily create out of items you probably have in your closet. Boss and secretary, librarian and bookworm, rich woman and servant, cowboy and country girl or maybe go old school and be an Indian maiden to his rough cowboy.

The possibilities are numerous depending only on your imagination and what is in your closet. Most of us have old work uniforms or strange stuff in our closets that can make some wild and funky sexual costumes. Got scrubs? Play doctor. Paging Doctor Love…Naughty Nurse in Room 69 needs assistance…


Can You Sew?

Girlfriend if you can sew you are miles ahead of us non-stitchers, you can take old clothes, old lingerie, even piles of material and create your own sexy apparel. Grab your needle and thread and channel the lingerie designer inside, just tap into your inner sex goddess for a little inspiration.


Raid Your Jewelry Box


Some men swear there is nothing sexier than a woman adorned only in jewelry…and maybe a pair of high heels. Think beautiful princess, desirable maiden or anything that conjures up images of heavily jewelry adornment. Then ditch everything but the jewelry. Oh so sexy.

Remember when layers of long beads were the thing? Still have any of those super long strands of beads? Wrap them around your body now, sans clothing. Pair with stilettos for a rich look. Just be prepared that beads may start flying when he gets a hold of you.


Classic Stripper Appeal


You probably wear a pair of high heeled boots all the time, with your nice work clothes, out to dinner, over jeans… but have you ever considered ditching the denim and sliding the boots on with nothing other than a matching thong? Strippers know the classic appeal of tall boots and a thong; it’s a look you’ll see a lot in clubs. Black leather boots and a black thong are simply sexy, a completely classic look with a touch of naughtiness. Your man will go nuts for it.

What’s in His Closet?

You might not think there would be anything on his side of the closet that you could wear to turn him on but men are strange creatures and find some things sexy that a woman would never even look twice at. Like his hunting or sports gear. Some guys secretly want to see you in camo…seriously they do. Other guys would be in heaven if you put on their sports jersey.

Many men swear that the sight of a woman in a man’s dress shirt with a pair of sexy as hell high heels is one of the most arousing scenes. Want to spice up the look and add a touch more femininity to it? Add lace topped thigh highs and a pearl necklace. Want to drive him really wild? Wear an old style garter belt with stockings for classic feminine sex appeal under that masculine shirt.

Other totally awesome items with massive sex appeal you may find on his side of the closet include: trench coats, dusters, cowboy hats, silk boxers, and work uniforms. How about his tool belt? Add a tight little tank top and cut off shorts (maybe a hard hat) and you’re a tool man’s fantasy come true.

Have black electrical tape? Explore your wild side and go for a bit of a fetish look by creating stick on lingerie with the tape. X’s over the nipples, strips around the waist, a triangle in a certain area sure to get his attention…

Does your man have the old wife beater style tank top undershirts? Many men, my husband included, have lots of fantasies about seeing breasts popping out of those skimpy manly tops. A few of my husband’s suggestions include cutting the top so the nipples play peak-a-boo through perfectly positioned slits and ripping the top off in a totally passionate way oh and let’s not forget the classic male obsession with wet t-shirts…

There are so many things you can do without spending a dime. Don’t let tight budgets and the economic slump cool off your love life; keep the flames of desire burning bright by using your sexual creativity to put together totally ravishing outfits and sexy scenarios.