Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Interview - When A Vamp Falls by A.M. Griffin


Are you currently binge watching anything on Netflix, Hulu (or elsewhere)? What keeps you glued to the screen? 

I work from home so I get to binge watch shows constantly. Most times it’s just something in the background to make me feel like I have company other than my dog. Currently I’m re-watching the US version of The Office and there are episodes that I missed the first go-round so score for me!

Do you prefer movies or TV series? 

Doesn’t matter. I like-em both!

When it comes to reading do you prefer standalones or series

I can do either, but I love series. When I find an author that I love and I can fall in love with her/him over and over again, ah, heaven. I like following the world, it doesn’t necessary have to be the same people, just…the same…familiar. It’s hard for me to let go. That’s one of the reasons I write mostly series. I can’t seem to let my characters and worlds go.

Do you prefer to start new book series when the first book is released or do you want for a several books in the series to be released so you can binge read? 

I can do either. But I know the gods are smiling down on me when I find that the new book that I love is part of a multi-book series. HEAVEN!

What are some of your hobbies, interests or guilty pleasures? 

Other than reading and writing? That would be traveling. I love weekend trips and the long jaunts to different countries. I love being the tourist with my eyes on the scenery and camera out taking pictures. I love exploring. It fuels my imagination.

What's your guilty “nerd” pleasure

What? Me? A nerd? LOL. I like watching animal documentaries. Anything about space holds my interest. I do a Google search for “UFO sightings” about once a month. I have episodes of Start Trek: The Next Generation that I’ve made up in my head. But me a nerd? Nope. (LOL).

Have you ever peeked at the ending of a book? 

Not that I can remember. I like the ride. Don’t want to cheat.


When it comes to your own writing are you a plotter or a panster? 

Normally I’m a pantser. But with my latest WIP, When A Vamp Falls, I had to plot it out. I dreamed about a Good Samaritan being attacked by a vampire and her life being turned upside down from that one small act of kindness and knew by the second night that I had to get what I’d dreamt on paper. It took a few days to weed through the crazy normal dreamscape, but I was happy with the product in the end. I hope the readers enjoy it as well!


When A Vamp Falls
War of Blood and Bonds
Book One
A.M. Griffin



Genre: Paranormal


Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: 15-MAR-2018

ASIN: B07BGDFGZC

Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 72k

Tagline: Ramsey will stop at nothing to keep Danya safe from harm—even go to war to protect the one he loves.

Book Description:

Danya Evans’s normal everyday life is turned upside down when one good deed lands her on the opposite end of fangs. The fangs happen to be attached to the sexiest man she’s ever seen.

She knows that she should stay away from the vampire who almost kills her, but everything about Ramsey calls out to her heart and soul.

Ramsey Moreau, a Vampire who has walked Earth for thousands of years has two regrets. The first is underestimating the two new vampires who’ve found their way into New Orleans and the second is stealing blood from the trusting human he can't get off his mind. His world is mundane to say the least, but when Danya is around he finds a reason to live and love again.

He'll stop at nothing to keep her safe from harm—even go to war to protect the one he loves.

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Excerpt 2:
The door opened.
Ramsey stared in awe at the beautiful woman in the doorway. Danya’s dark hair hung past her shoulders. Her bangs were severely cut above her eyebrows. Generous lashes framed vibrant green eyes. He’d thought that he’d imagined how pretty she was. But no, she was even prettier.
While he looked at her, drinking the sight of her in, she however, startled, screamed, then tried to slam the door in his face. A well-placed foot stopped her before she could.

“You. You.” She grunted as she pressed her body against the other side of the door.
When that didn’t work she kicked at his foot, trying to dislodge it. “No. No. No. You aren’t real.”
He glanced down at his body. “I’m very much real, sweetheart.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “This is all a figment of my imagination. I am delusional. This is a symptom of anemia. One. Two. Three.” She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes again.
He gave her a wicked smile. “Still here.”
Danya screamed.
Ramsey cupped his hand over her mouth and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her body close to his. She smelled of vanilla and brown sugar. He leaned in to take another languidly whiff. Delectable.
She opened her eyes wide, and panic was behind them. He didn’t allow himself time to enjoy how her soft body was against his. He had to get her back inside before she had everyone on her floor spilling into the hallway to see what all the commotion was about.
Ramsey walked her back into her room and used his foot to kick the door closed behind them. He stopped only when her back was pressed against the wall. She shook with terror.
First attack her. Then scare her to death. Perfect.
A sharp pain hit his palm. He pulled away from her mouth to see the red bite mark. “You bit me.” Her bite didn’t do any damage, and the pain was gone already. His body worked quickly to make the repair. It was confusion that made him pull away. He hadn’t expected that.

Another pain, worse, like lightning, hit his groin. He doubled over and backed away.
Being kneed in the balls felt the same whether he were human or vampire. It hurt like hell. “Why did you do that?” he asked in disbelief.
The scared woman that she’d been just moments before was gone, replaced by spit and hellfire. She balled her fists and took a step forward to kick him in his chin. He’d let her beauty distract him but recovered quickly and caught her bare foot mid-air and pushed it, slamming her back against the wall. Before she could react, he was against her body again and in her face.
“Why. Are. You. Trying. To. Hurt. Me?” His nose was less than an inch from hers.
Her stare turned icy. “Because. You’re. Trying. To. Hurt. Me.” She punched his sides then winced. “Ouch. What the hell are you made of? Steel?”
“Dammit. Stop that.” He pinned her hands above her head.
She wiggled in vain, doing nothing but making his body react to hers. He lifted her arms higher, raising her to her tiptoes. She tried to knee him again, but he blocked her by maneuvering his hip and sliding his leg between hers.
He tried to ignore her warm heat spreading over his thigh. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
She stopped struggling long enough to glare at him. “Really? What do you call this or what you did last night?”
He let out a curse. “If I let you go do you promise not to attack me again?”
“Sure.”
He didn’t believe her. “I only came to make sure that you had recovered from last night. I didn’t mean to take as much blood as I did.”
“Everyone thinks that I’m crazy because of you.”
“And for that I apologize.” She relaxed a little. “So can I let you go now?” He really wanted to keep her where she was, pinned against him, and take her. And if he didn’t create space between them that’s exactly what he would’ve done.
She gave a short nod.
He let go of her hands and stepped away and kept going until he was against the wall, giving them both space. He needed it so that his cock would go down, and she needed it so that she wouldn’t feel threatened anymore. He also wanted to put room between his balls and her knees.
“You bit me,” she said again. “Why? I was just trying to help you.”
“And you did, by giving me your blood.”
She held up a finger. “Let’s make things clear. I didn’t give you anything. You took it.”
Yeah, that sounded about right. Hearing her say it made him feel even worse. “If I had asked?”
“The answered would’ve been no.”
“It was a life or death situation. Without you I wouldn’t be standing here now.”
She snorted. “And that’s a good thing?”
“That I’m alive? I should think so.”
“Alive and coming back to finish what you started?”
He raised a questioning eyebrow.
She pointed to her neck. “To kill me.”
“I hardly have intentions to kill you.”
She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. She looked causal, even relaxed, but
her muscles were tight. She was getting ready for a fight.
“Thank you for saving me.”
“I could’ve died. You left me with a hemoglobin of 4.4!” Then she pulled her eyebrows together in thought. “What is it supposed to be normally?” she mumbled.
“Humans should have a hemoglobin of—”
“I’m not asking you, mister,” she snapped.
“Ramsey Moreau.”
“Huh?”
“That’s my name.” She clenched her jaws. He let out a light chuckle. “Nice to meet you,
Danya Evans.”
She took a step to the side, sliding further away from him. “How do you know my name?”
He winked, giving her a devious smile. “I heard your conversations with the officers last night.”
“Creep much?”
“Sometimes.”
“And I suppose that you couldn’t have found it in your heart to corroborate my story to save me from the humiliation of being labeled crazy?”
“Ah, no.” She cursed under her breath and kicked at the carpet. “But if you would let me,
I’d like to make it up to you.”
She turned her head. “And how could you do that? You can’t give me my blood back.
The transfusions took care of that.”

“I want to take you out to eat.” That hadn’t been his plan, but suddenly he didn’t want to leave her. Yet.

About the Author:

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She's a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

For more information please visit www.amgriffinbooks.com




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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Interview and Release Day Blitz Enchantress by Kristy Centeno



Are you currently binge watching anything on Netflix, Hulu (or elsewhere)? What keeps you glued to the screen?

I’m currently binge watching Supernatural. It’s one of my favorite tv series.

Do you prefer movies or TV series?

Both, actually. I don’t have a preference per se. It just depends on what I’m in the mood for watching.

When it comes to reading do you prefer standalones or series?

Again, both. If the first book in the series absorbs and captivates me, I will buy the second. But I’m not put off by standalones either. I’m just happy to read.

Do you prefer to start new book series when the first book is released or do you want for a several books in the series to be released so you can binge read?

It depends. If I only happen to like the first book I’ll be patient and wait until the next one releases. But If I loved the first book, It’ll drive me crazy to wait. Not that I’ll have much of a choice, but this is one reason why I kind of question whether I want to put myself through that emotional torture. Honestly, most often I do. I’m guilty of that. I’ll read a series one book at a time or binge read them. I’m an avid reader after all.

What are some of your hobbies, interests or guilty pleasures?

I enjoy listening to music, watching tv, shopping, and spending time with family. But one of my guilty pleasures is taking a bubble bath and reading in the tub. There’s nothing more relaxing for me than enjoy a good book while unwinding in the tub.

What's your guilty “nerd” pleasure? 

I’d have to say Cosplay.

Have you ever peeked at the ending of a book?

I prefer not to because I don’t want the entire book to be spoiled so I don’t ever peek at the ending.

When it comes to your own writing are you a plotter or a panster?

A little of both, I think. I used to just go with the flow and see where I’d end up, but lately, I find that I’m plotting more and more.


Enchantress
Giver of Life Trilogy
Book Two
Kristy Centeno

Genre: Paranormal/Young Adult/New Adult

Publisher: Inkspell Publishing



Date of Publication: April 17, 2018

ISBN: Ebook: 978-1-945910-56-2
Print: 978-1-945910-57-9

Number of pages: 325
Word Count: 90,000

Cover Artist: Najla Qamber

Tagline: She gave him hope. He gave her life.

Book Description:

Fate brought them together. Will evil break them apart?

Leah Parker’s visit to her hometown is supposed to bring her closer to the truth behind her identity. What she doesn’t anticipate is the handsome stranger with almond eyes claiming to be her Pair.

Her world once again upturned with the arrival of the man chosen to be her life partner, Leah is pulled between the feelings she’s always had for the friend she left behind, and those for the compelling stranger determined to save her from certain death—at whatever the cost. 

With an ancient evil out to finish what it started twenty-one years before, will Leah find peace within her troubled mind and heart to fight back and win? Or will her disconnection with her newfound powers hinder her only chance at survival?

His sacrifice…is her salvation.


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Excerpt 2:

Jae kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his. “You don’t use your powers often, do you?”
“No.” I’d just found out I had them. “Why?” I raised my gaze to his face, expectantly.
“As Enchanters, we’re built to destroy evil. When we fail to hunt, and destroy our enemies, our inner clock gets out of whack and this is the aftermath.”
Confused, I gaped at him. “I have no idea what you just said.”
“It’s a little something we call blue fever. It happens when we accumulate too much power. You can stop it by channeling into your inner Enchantress.”
“I used my powers not too long ago,” I argued.
He nodded. “Not in the way you intended, did you?”
“What difference does it make?”
“A lot.”
“Tell me how to stop it,” I requested, annoyed that he knew my faults even if I hadn’t admitted to them.
“Do you hunt?” he prodded.
“No. I had no need to,” I lied. Well, more like fibbed. I wasn’t withholding the truth, just not fully explaining myself. Now wasn’t the place or time for that. “How do I…?” Panicked, I watched as the first strands of the bluish flames emerged from the tips of my fingers. “No.”
If I broke out in flames, not only would our victim spot us, but the entire ecosystem around me would be in jeopardy, thanks to my inability to function the way I was built to.
“How do I stop it?” I asked him in desperation.
In response, Jae helped me to my feet, pressed me against the tree’s trunk behind me, framed my face between his palms, and crushed his full lips to mine.


About the Author:

Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series.

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. 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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Release Day Blitz Bound by Alexandrea Weis with Lucas Astor




Bound
A Magnus Blackwell Novel
Book Two
Alexandrea Weis with Lucas Astor

Genre: Paranormal Suspense/
Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Vesuvian Books

Date of Publication: 4/17/18

ISBN: 978-1944109615
ASIN: B079L1Q1KM

Number of pages: 313
Word Count: 93,000

Cover Artist: Sam Shearon

Tagline: You can’t escape the darkness

Book Description:

Magnus Blackwell’s past is about to catch up with him.

An evil force has seized New Orleans. Pestilence, suffering, and darkness cloak the city. The citizens are scared and need their mambo to guide them, but Lexie Arden can’t help anyone. A diabolical presence has taken Lexie’s power and severed her ties with the other side.

Magnus Blackwell is fighting demons of his own. Torn between his devotion to Lexie and a spirit from his past, Magnus’s loyalty is put to the test. He must revisit his sins to uncover the key to the hatred ripping the city apart. If he doesn’t, Lexie’s reign as mambo will end.

Their search for answers leads them deep into the darker realms of voodoo—until a desperate Lexie does the unthinkable, and Magnus can do nothing to spare her from her fate.


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Excerpt

Magnus waited outside the cottage, anxious for Lexie. Vulnerable because he was cut off from her. Something had changed between them. The thoughts, emotions, and even the actions of the living left impressions in his head. In the beginning, he’d only connected with Lexie; now it appeared as if every person he encountered touched him in some beguiling way.  
Confounded by what was happening, he went to the green water at the swamps’ edge along the side of the house. Raindrops created ripples on the stagnant water. Their concentric circles grew, intersecting in swells, releasing voices in their wake.
Magnus waited at the slimy green bank, attempting to make sense of the strange sounds. The cries of men, women, and children rose up and overwhelmed him.
“Save us!” a woman shrieked.
“Please, help me. I want to be free,” a man’s husky voice entreated.
“Take me away from this hell,” a high-pitched wail begged.    
The voices built around him, crowding his ears, imploring him to rescue their tormented souls. He had never heard such noises from anyone.
A vision of his Frannie hurtling over the cliff’s edge at Altmover Manor replayed in his head. The sound she made as she toppled to the rocks below resembled the pitiful cries of the spirits around him. Magnus closed his eyes, disgusted by the memory.
When his eyes opened, he scampered backward. In the boggy water, hundreds of bodies floated in various stages of decomposition. Arms, hands, legs, and torsos bobbed on the surface. The woman in black he’d seen with Lexie stood at the water’s edge, calling to the dead to wake from their soggy tombs.
Horrified by the agony he saw on their contorted faces, Magnus wanted to obliterate the vision by returning to his shadowy realm, but he couldn’t tear himself away. The images of body parts and broken souls held him captive as bitter waves of anger and anguish rolled off the water.
“Your master’s in danger.
Magnus spun around.
A little girl in a long white nightgown trimmed in yellow ribbon stood next to him. Down the front, a stain of burnt red went all the way to her bare feet. She held a dirty teddy bear in her arms, but when she peered up at him, a gaping wound across her throat exposed the bone underneath.
Magnus didn’t know if he could believe the phantom before him. Spirits had never reached out to him before. This was Lexie’s realm. Why did he suddenly have her gift?
“Are you real?”
“Yes, sir. Very real, just like you.”
He knelt down beside the child. “What is your name?”
“Mattie. I died in the swamp when I was six. The mistress has enslaved my soul to do her bidding.”
He touched the nose of the teddy bear in her arms. His fingers passed through the toy. “What mistress?”
“The Lady La Fay. The one who called your master to her side.”
Magnus examined her gray skin and sunken eyes. “I don’t have a master.”
She pointed to the porch steps of the cottage. “You’re bound to the woman who went inside. She’s your master and the one who controls your fate. We are all bound to those who work the dark realm. You’ll see.”
Magnus was about to question the child when her eyes went black and rolled back into her head.
Her mouth opened, and her lips stretched, expanding painfully beyond her chin and cheeks. The gaping, black hole spread and almost split her face in two. It covered her entire face, leaving only her flowing brown hair untouched.
Alarmed, he stood up. Then the child dropped the teddy bear and held her arms out to her sides.
He searched the swamps for an escape. He found the souls in the water, their dismembered bodies rising from the surface, coming toward him. A parade of legs, arms, torsos, and heads covered with algae and muck approached his spot on the shore.
He faced the girl, her toes floating above the boggy ground.
A soulless, wretched cackle came from the blackness covering her face.   
“Welcome, Magnus Blackwell,” a woman’s whiny voice echoed from the darkness. “Welcome to my world.”  


About the Author:

Born and raised in New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis grew up in the motion picture industry and began writing at the age of eight. After finishing her Ph.D. in Nursing, Alexandrea decided to pick up the pen again. She has published a number of award-winning novels, and won countless national awards for fiction. A certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries, when not writing, Alexandrea rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She and her husband live in New Orleans.

Visit Alexandrea Weis online at: www.alexandreaweis.com




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Friday, April 13, 2018

A Bloodline’s Echo by M. R. Pilot





A Bloodline’s Echo
The Avadi Series
Book One
M. R. Pilot

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Romance


Date of Publication: December 29, 2017

ISBN: 1976766052
ASIN: B078QBPDYJ

Number of pages: 330
Word Count: 98K

Cover Artist: Illustration - JDSarte
Typography - Rebeca

Tagline: A missing father. A handsome stranger. A feud within the Avadi. Cori will find out who she is in this tale of romance and adventure.

Book Description:

Eighteen-year-old Cori has been tucked into a corner of Verbena her entire life. With no memory of a father and an abusive mother, her escape came in the form of living and working in her town’s inn, a place that happens to be owned by her best friend. Cori was all but resigned to the uneventful and dutiful life as a barkeep.

That is, until a hooded stranger showed up—just in time to witness an incident Cori herself cannot believe—and changed everything. Now Cori must leave Sagebrush, the only place she has ever known, setting off to discover love, adventure, heartbreak, and more about herself and the world she lives in than she could have ever imagined.

Excerpt 1:

I flinch at the thud of the doors closing. It’s not just a thud—it’s a goodbye. A cruel impulse turns me to Faye’s shanty. It fits in with the rest of them—wood so old it’s probably soft, rooftops that might’ve once been pointy, but have slumped over time. Hers reeks of decay. Maybe it’s the rotten memories the walls hold. Rotten or not, I can’t look away. My feet move of their own accord and don’t stop until my breath is on her door. My fingers almost brush it, but I make them fall. She’s probably sleeping in her usual position—face down on the floor.
What good would it do?

I take a single step backward, but it’s not enough. I turn and run. I run past every sad structure, past the much taller Oak Hand, letting the wind whip in my eyes and blur my vision.


About the Author:

M. R. Pilot is an avid reader, coffee-drinker and animal lover. When she’s not cleaning teeth, she’s partaking in Alaskan hikes, watching anime, relentless page-turning and/or keyboard clicking. She loves to talk about any of those things for an indiscriminate amount of time—feel free to reach out if you do, too.



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