Saturday, December 01, 2012
A Love Note to L.A. at Christmastime Guest Blog with Madison Martin
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The Dracula Chronicles: Bound By Blood
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Let's Get to Know Satan from the Falling Angels Saga by E Van Lowe
Interview
With Satan
I thought it would be fun to interview one of the
characters in my novel, Boyfriend From Hell. And who would be more interesting to
interview than the bad boy of bad boys himself, Satan.
E: Wow! I’d
like to say it’s a pleasure meeting you, Satan. But let’s face it, nobody wants
to go to hell. So I guess I’ll start
with a question: what’s it like being you?
Satan: Dude, it’s amazing? I party all the time. I can jet-set around the world at the drop of
a hat. No worries, no bills, nobody telling me what to do. It’s like being Paris Hilton without the bad
TV shows.
E: I see. But
in my book, you’re dating a good girl.
Satan: What can I say, even Satan likes a
little variety. I like the challenge of dating a good girl every once in a
while.
E: Can you tell me something about yourself that
nobody knows?
Satan: I like grapes. The green ones without the seeds are my fave.
E: Okay. In
the book, you have an ongoing battle with fifteen year-old girl, Megan
Barnett. I don’t want to spoil the
ending, but you’d think a fifteen year-old teenager would not be a formidable
foe for the devil.
Satan: First off, it wasn’t an ongoing
battle, it was a minor skirmish.
Secondly, it’s hard fighting a cheater.
I blame her mother. Kids need to
learn to fight fair. What kind of world
would this be if everyone cheated?
E: But you cheat.
Satan: That’s different. I’m Satan.
I’m expected to cheat.
E: Is there anything else you’d like to say about
the book?
Satan: Let’s see. It’s got a nice romantic
thread, and some very interesting twists.
But I believe I was underserved.
I mean, if you’re going to call it Boyfriend From Hell, shouldn’t it be
from my point of view?
E: That’s a valid point. Thank you Satan, for taking the time to talk
to me.
Satan: No problem. And now I’ve got to get back to
congress. Somebody’s gotta run this
country—into the ground, I mean.
What music do you suppose would be burnin’ up Satan’s ipod? I thought I’d have a little fun with it.
Here is my take on Satan’s Playlist:
I believe Satan has to be a serious rocker, so I am certain Bat Out Of Hell by Meatloaf would be high up on his list; along with Hotel California by The Eagles. He’d round out his rock list with a little metal: Hells Bells by AC/DC, and what devil doesn’t listen to The Rolling Stones: It Must Be Hell, along with another Stone’s hit, Sympathy for The Devil. Yeah, I bet Satan really loves that one.
When Satan is in the mood for classic Rock & Roll you know he’s banging The Devil With The Blue Dress On, by Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels. When he’s in a somber mood he’ll pop on Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash. On those disco days when Satan’s gotta get his hustle on, you know he’s listening to Burn Baby Burn Disco Inferno by The Tramps. Rounding out his mix he’s got to have something by The Boss, I’m On Fire and, of course, The King, Devil in Disguise.
Those, in no particular order, are my top 10 songs on Satan’s Playlist. I’d love to hear what songs you think he’d listen to.
Heaven Sent
Falling Angels Saga Book Three
By E Van Lowe
Genre: Paranormal YA
What Does It All Mean?
Readers who devoured Boyfriend From Hell and Earth Angel will be captivated by the third book in the Falling Angels Saga.
As summer break for Glendale Union high begins, heartsick Megan awaits Guy's return while struggling to control her emerging abilities. Love is in the air, but can the new loves in Megan, Maudrina, Suze and Aunt' Jaz's life be trusted? Nothing is what it seems. Meanwhile, the Satanists are set to hatch their most diabolical scheme ever, and if it comes to pass, Satan may finally win out.
Megan has precious little time to unravel the cryptic message hidden in the riddle she received at the end of Earth Angel. If she doesn’t, the life of someone most dear to her will be lost forever, and Megan may yet find herself living in HELL.
Excerpt :
Earth AngelFalling Angels Saga Book Two
By E Van Lowe
Genre: Paranormal YA
Heaven Can Wait!
Just because Megan Barnett recently defeated Satan, has a fantastic new best friend, and has won the love of deliciously handsome, Guy Matson, doesn’t mean her troubles are over. Far from it. For Megan doesn’t realize it, but in her possession is a powerful weapon, a weapon sought after by both angels and demons and everything in between. They will do ANYTHING to get it.
In E. Van Lowe’s humorous, romantic and thrilling sequel to Boyfriend From Hell, Megan winds up in a gripping life or death battle to save herself, the boy she loves, and all of mankind from unthinkable evil.
Megan Barnett has recently defeated Satan, found a fantastic new best friend, and has won the heart of deliciously handsome, Guy Matson. But that doesn’t mean her troubles are over. Far from it. For Megan doesn’t realize that she is in possession of a powerful paranormal weapon, a weapon sought after by both angels, demons and everything in between.
In E. Van Lowe’s romantic yet thrilling sequel to Boyfriend From Hell, Megan finds herself in a gripping life or death battle to save the boy she loves, and all of mankind from unthinkable evil.
Paperback Kindle
Boyfriend from Hell
Falling Angels Saga Book One
By E Van Lowe
Genre: Paranormal YA
Aww, Hell No!
Falling Angels Saga Book One
By E Van Lowe
Genre: Paranormal YA
Aww, Hell No!
Fifteen year-old Megan Barnett and her single mom, Suze, have a special relationship—they are friends, close friends, who do almost everything together.
“But come on, guys, she’s my mother… Can I really tell her that while we’re snuggled up on the sofa watching Spider Man Three, I’m secretly undressing James Franco with my eyes? Of course not…”
The special bond takes a turn for the worse when Suze decides to start dating again. She hasn’t had a man in her life since Megan’s father left ten years ago.
Enter two mysterious young men, Megan’s new classmate, sinfully attractive bad boy, Guy Matson, and the dangerously handsome art dealer, Armando. Before long Megan and Suze both wind up in steamy relationships. But neither of the handsome guys is quite what he seems. In fact, one of them is Satan, with his sights set on a new bride. Megan has precious little time to figure out how to stop him. If she doesn’t, either Megan or Suze are quite literally going to HELL.
Boyfriend From Hell is the first book in the Falling Angels Saga from the author of the gruesomely hilarious, Never Slow Dance With A Zombie
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/39hI9rmwI5A
About The Author
E. Van Lowe is an author, television writer, screen-writer, playwright and producer who has worked on such TV shows as "The Cosby Show," "Even Stevens," and "Homeboys In Outer Space." He has been nominated for both an Emmy and an Academy Award.
His first YA Paranormal novel, "Never Slow Dance With A Zombie," was a selection of The Scholastic Book Club, and a nominee for an American Library Association Award. His Best Selling novels, “Boyfriend From Hell” and “Earth Angel,” are the first two books in the Falling Angels Saga. “The Zombie Always Knocks Twice” is the first book in his Hollyweird series.
E lives in Beverly Hills California with his spouse, a werewolf, several zombies and a fairy godmother who grants him wishes from time-to-time.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Where do authors get their sexspiration? Guest blog with Rhiannon Paille
Where do authors get their sexspiration?
Women might be too classy to watch porn, but oh, we're greedy for porn on paper.
Fifty Shades of Grey, but one of the reasons that book worked so well was because Christian was tasteful, arousing, and he didn't cum too soon. The sex scenes fit the book, from the first time Ana saw him and was immediately turned on by him to the time he took her virginity. Add the surrounding circumstances and it was a decent book. The first one anyway.
When it comes to my writing, I take my inspiration from real life experiences. I write YA so I'm more or less looking for hot without sex kinds of memories. And not the I-kissed-that-boy-and-didn't-like-it kinds of situations either. I mean those times when there were butterflies in the stomach, dry mouth, nerves, inability to walk straight and clammy palms. I'm talking about those emotions that force a surge of tingles and warmth through your body. The kinds of feelings that make it hard to think about anything but how good it feels to have his lips on yours.
Needless to say, I've only had a couple of boyfriends who made the cut and become inspiration for fiction. There's a fine line between sexy and really not sexy. In fact, it can become creepy, disgusting, embarrassing, or scary depending on your thresholds for pain and pleasure.
And because I know there are only adults in the room, here's a sexy scene from JUSTICE, the second book in The Ferryman + The Flame Series.
“We need to be quieter. Melianna sometimes checks on me at night,” she whispered.
Krishani stifled his disappointment and pushed himself up so he could stare into her eyes. “It’s so hard not to want you.”
She pressed her lips together and sighed. He knew she felt the same waves of emotions coursing through her, but she let out a deep breath. “I want you, too.” Krishani went to kiss her but she sat up and put a hand on his chest making him lie flat. Nervousness washed over him as she idly moved her hands to the hem of his tunic.
He eyed her carefully as she pushed it up and he obliged, sitting up so she could pull it over his head. She shifted so she was on top of him, her pelvis digging into his. He eased into the bed, uncertainty flitting through him. He tried to stave off his desire but she leaned forward, placing light kisses on his chest and he gripped her upper arms, a question on his lips.
“What are you doing?”
She shot him a teasing, seductive expression and tingles ran down his thighs. “Do you like what I’m doing?”
She didn’t wait for an answer as her lips moved south, claiming his clenched stomach muscles, and the hair on his navel. Her hands found his hips and the hem of his breeches and he let out a gasping breath, unable to control himself. “Yes,” he said, his voice ragged. Whatever she wanted to do to him he was powerless against her. She glanced at him, a daring look in her eyes and slipped a hand into his pants, gripping him hard. Krishani couldn’t think, the sensation overwhelming, he arced his back, rocking his hips as she moved her hand back and forth against him.
“Where can I kiss you?” She asked, her eyes on his.
Krishani faltered, trying to find words. He stared at the grooves in the ceiling, pure exhilaration ricocheting through his body. He fought for control as she pressed her hand tighter and then something warm, wet and soft closed over him and he tensed, unable to hold it in.
“You have to stop,” he rasped, his hands finding her shoulders. She looked up, the pressure coming off him and he relaxed.
“You don’t like what I’m doing?”
He smiled and pulled her towards him, kissing her long and deep, his tongue caressing hers. She settled next to him her hand on his stomach. “I like it too much.” Kaliel laughed. He kissed her lightly on the lips and held her more tightly to him. “One day when this is all over, I will marry you and not the land.”
She mumbled something in response as she ran her hands along the protective arm he draped around her torso.
SURRENDER
The Ferryman and The Flame Book 1
Rhiannon Paille
Rhiannon Paille
Genre: YA Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 978-1480029859
Number of pages: 402
Word Count: 100k
Cover Artist: Marc Wolfe www.marcwolfeart.com
Review copies available on Netgalley: https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/show/id/21259
Book Description:
How far would you go to save everything you ever loved?
Kaliel was warned about her love for the Ferryman. One day he will marry the land and leave Avristar forever. She doesn't listen, and because of what she is-- a Flame-- one of nine apocalyptic weapons, she sparks a war. In a desperate attempt to save her home and her love, Kaliel tries to awaken Avred, not knowing she may have to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Kaliel was warned about her love for the Ferryman. One day he will marry the land and leave Avristar forever. She doesn't listen, and because of what she is-- a Flame-- one of nine apocalyptic weapons, she sparks a war. In a desperate attempt to save her home and her love, Kaliel tries to awaken Avred, not knowing she may have to make the ultimate sacrifice.
About the Author:
Rhi was never a normal girl. Her life was an urban fantasy wrapped in a paranormal romance and served with a side of horror. To escape her everyday weirdness she began writing fantasy. She studied at U of Sedona and MIMT, obtaining a PhD in Metaphysical Science and Parapsychology. She’s married to a chef/comic book shop owner and she has a fondness for architecture. She frequents twitter and facebook, but if you really want to get to know her you should visit her site: www.yafantasyauthor.com
Monday, November 26, 2012
North Pole High: A Rebel Without a Claus
November 26 Promo and review
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November 26 Interview
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November 28 Promo
Michelle @ Mom With A Kindle
November 28 Review
Cherie Reads
November 29 Excerpt or Music Playlist
Butterfly-o-Meter Books
November 30 Review
Forget About TV, Grab a Book,
December 1 Interview
The Cozy Reading Corner
Dec 2 Interview
Simply Infatuated
Dec 3 Guest blog
Bookin' It Reviews.
Dec 3 Interview
Zone Out Mode
December 4 Guest blog and review
Andi's Young Adult
Dec 5 review
Blogger and Reviewer at Sweet Southern Home
Dec 6 Promo
Freda's Voice
December 6 Review
Cabin Goddess
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Queen of All She Reads
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Fang-tastic Books
December 9 Interview
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom
December 10 Guest blog and review
A Chick Who Reads
North Pole High: A Rebel Without a Claus
Candace Jane Kringle aka Candycane Claus
Candace Jane Kringle aka Candycane Claus
Genre: YA teen romance/humor/fantasy
Publisher: elfpublished books
ISBN: 978-0615681917
Number of pages: 302
Word Count: 80,000
Cover Artist: Jessica Weil
Book Description:
MEET SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD CANDYCANE CLAUS. She's the most popular girl at North Pole High. Her father is world-famous. And every day is Christmas. What more could any girl want?
BOYS! And the new boy, Rudy Tutti, is hot chocolate. But he hates anything to do with Christmas!
When Candy and Rudy are forced to work together on a school Christmas-tree project, her world is turned upside down: Her grades start to suffer, she loses her taste for ice cream, and now the two North-Star-cross'd teens must contend with her overprotective father — Santa Claus — before Christmas is ruined for EVERYONE!
BOYS! And the new boy, Rudy Tutti, is hot chocolate. But he hates anything to do with Christmas!
When Candy and Rudy are forced to work together on a school Christmas-tree project, her world is turned upside down: Her grades start to suffer, she loses her taste for ice cream, and now the two North-Star-cross'd teens must contend with her overprotective father — Santa Claus — before Christmas is ruined for EVERYONE!
CHAPTER 1
Don’t get me wrong. I love my dad. Just not the way the rest of the
world loves him.
He’s not really all that holly-jolly the rest of the year. Someone once
asked me if I get presents every day because of who my dad is. That’s a laugh!
I’m not saying he’s a bad guy. He just doesn’t get me. I mean, he’s
great with kids and all. No question about it. But I’m sixteen. I’m
becoming a woman. And Daddy’s having a tough time with that. I imagine it’s
like that with most dads. Why should mine be any different?
So it’s not like I blame him or anything. I’m just saying, if he would
have let me be me, none of this would have happened.
But first, a couple things I have to get out of the way right from the
start. I get a lot of letters asking all kinds of questions about how my dad
slides down chimneys and stuff like that. Sorry, but that’s his
business. You’ll have to wait for him to write his own book. This is my
story. People don’t understand what it’s like growing up in this family. Sure,
there’s a lot of love and magic and joy. But I’m really just like everybody
else.
The other thing I need to make clear up front is: If you’re one of those
people who thinks my dad doesn’t exist, you might as well stop reading now.
This isn’t one of those stories. I’ve known the guy for sixteen years.
Believe me, he exists.
Now back to how this whole catastrophe started. Or rather, how it could
have been avoided. After all, I begged my father not to make me go to that
stupid Welcoming Feast.
It was still Daylight time—the beginning of the school year, before the
setting of the midnight sun would plunge us into six months of darkness. Not
dark darkness. Not Gothic vampire darkness or dystopian darkness. As a matter
of fact, the Dark season up here is actually quite pretty, for obvious reasons.
All the colorful lights, the sleigh bells ringing, the twinkling stars. It’s
kind of amazing.
Anticipating all the coming glad tidings, I skipped down Gingerbread
Lane—yes, I literally skipped home that day. I know. Pretty dorky. But when
you’re sixteen, you still get to be a kid even when you’re in that desperate
rush to grow the heck up.
Anyway, I slipped in through the side door of the unassuming A-frame at
the end of the quiet, snow-covered cul-de-sac and quickly pulled off my maroon
moon boots. I hung my candy-cane-striped coat on my special candy-cane hook in
the mudroom—candy canes are my namesake and style—then continued skipping
merrily into the kitchen.
Chefy stood hunched over the twelve-burner cast-iron stove. He craned
his thick neck, pointing his pencil-thin beak at me, the corners of his mouth
curling into something close to a smile as he stirred something delectable in a
five-gallon pot. “There’s my little princess. Was your teacher duly impressed
with your lovely little heart?”
Chefy gets me.
He was referring, of course, to the heart-shaped bauble I’d turned in
for Ornaments class. Was it any wonder I sometimes felt more like Chefy’s
little princess than my dad’s? I couldn’t remember the last time Daddy had
shown an interest in my homework, or even knew what classes I was taking. I
doubted he even knew my friends’ names.
Last year, I asked Daddy if Snowflake could come with us on the mall
tour.
“This is a business trip, Candy. We can’t have outsiders,” he’d said.
Outsiders? You’d think he didn’t know that Snowflake and I had been best
friends since preschool. Sure, he knows if all of you have been bad or good,
but he was sometimes pretty darn clueless when it came to his own daughter.
Come to think of it, that wasn’t always such a bad thing. I got away
with a lot. And it wasn’t like he had to worry about me becoming some kind of
’toehead or something. I always got good grades.
“I got an A-super-plus,” I answered Chefy.
The seven-foot-tall penguin frowned and said, “Shall I call that polar
bear and demand he give you an A-super-duper-plus?”
LOL! He would do it too.
“Oh, Chefy. That won’t be necessary. I’ll just have to try harder next
time.”
Chefy laughed and patted me on the head with a flipper while his other
flipper slid a plate of baked candy canes, fresh out of the oven, under my
still-frosty nose. Yum.
Daddy had originally brought Chefy up from the bottom for his legendary
culinary talents. But he’d become so much more than just a chef to us. He was
Daddy’s right hand. Not in the Workshop, mind you. Chefy would never have
anything to do with that toy stuff, thank you very much. However, he did
basically run our household. Even so, he never liked being thought of as
anything other than the best chef in the North Pole.
And he truly was. Take this after-school treat melting in my mouth, for
example. It wasn’t just that Chefy had thought to take vine-ripened candy canes
and wrap them in extra-virgin gingerbread dough. He had to wake up hours before
the rest of the family to handpick the juiciest canes from that garden he’d
cultivated in the custom-built greenhouse he designed himself. He wouldn’t have
it any other way. There was simply no limit to the pride Chefy took in his
creations.
As that warm, gooey goodness slid down my throat, I hungered for the
many other wondrous delicacies whose indescribable aromas made my tummy rumble
like a glacial avalanche. Then it hit me. White-chocolate truffles on the cob?
Lollipops in taffy fondue? Marzipan-glazed turkey stuffed with bubblegum? There
was way too much food here for just our family.
Chefy was preparing the Welcoming Feast—for that new kid!
About the Author:
Candace Jane Kringle is a junior at North Pole High. She likes candy canes, unicorn races, and making snow angels. Her father is the most well-known and beloved toymaker and distributor in the world. Her memoir, North Pole High: A Rebel Without a Claus, is her first book. After high school, she plans to enroll at North Pole University and write more books.
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