Monday, October 26, 2015

Rogue's Angels Present Wind by KJ Taylor

Please welcome KJ Taylor author of Wind.


KJ will be awarding an eCopy of Wind to 3 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour, and choice of 5 digital books from the Impulse line to a randomly drawn host.




Wind – Drachengott Book 1
by KJ Taylor

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GENRE:  Fantasy

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INTERVIEW:

1. What or who inspired you to start writing?
Like every other author I know, I grew up reading constantly – heck, I remember one of my childhood bullies smacking me on the head with a book and calling me “bookworm” as if loving books was somehow abnormal (the bastard). I started writing little poems and stories around that age, and got some attention for it, which was nice. I met a lot of authors while I was in primary school, at talks and other events, and I remember being completely starry-eyed. The people who had made the books I loved, and they were real! Other little girls idolised Leo DiCaprio – I idolised Gillian Rubenstein. It’s for this reason that, despite not being a children’s author per se., I love doing talks at schools and encouraging kids to read and write. I want to pass on that inspiration as it was passed on to me. And it worked – I know of at least one kid who decided to become an author after meeting me – he’s now 17 and still writing.

When I got to highschool I wandered away from writing for a while, though I went on reading (I adored the Redwall series). When I was about 14 I started trying to write full-on novels, and became completely obsessed with it. I wrote every day. I wrote on the bus, I wrote at school, I wrote in bed at night – hell, I’m pretty sure I remember writing while brushing my teeth! I filled an entire shelf with exercise books crammed with my horrible handwriting, before my parents caught on and bought me a laptop (I still use a laptop to write to this day, though not the same one of course!).

Three years later, I signed my first contract. Now I think back, it kind of boggles my mind…


2. What elements are necessary components for this genre?
I’m not a big fan of genre labelling, honestly; in my opinion it mostly exists to help publicists and librarians! With that said, I don’t believe that fantasy has any necessary elements as such. There is no rule that says it has to be set in pseudo-medieval Europe, or have dragons, magic, etc. That’s the thing I love about fantasy – it can be pretty much whatever you want it to be. Up to a point, of course – if a spaceship showed up it would become Science Fiction. I’m still not sure whether The Dragonriders of Pern series counts as Fantasy or Science Fiction, actually, since it has dragonriders but is set on an alien planet in the future. I wonder where they put that one in the library?

3. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?
The Drachengott began partly as a combination of two ideas I’d played with in the past – the first being a story where the mysterious seer is the protagonist instead of the sword-swinging hero (the book ultimately didn’t go in that direction, but that’s how it began), and the second being the idea of a dragon the size of a mountaintop.
I hadn’t written a “dragon” story before, and I wanted to do a different take on them by writing them as essentially slaves – powerful, but with no choice other than to be used as tools in someone else’s conflict.


5. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?
I’m famous for writing fast. Like, really fast. My record to date is four days to write an entire novel from beginning to end. That’s 100,000 words or thereabouts in approximately 28 hours. Pure insanity! I may have collapsed afterward; I don’t really remember much… I apparently had a conversation with my father, and afterward had no memory of it. That can’t be a good sign.

6. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?
I have another series currently on the go, called The Cymrian Saga. The first six books are already out, and a companion volume called Tales of Cymria has just been released. But there are a lot more books to come, which I’ll begin putting out beginning in 2016.
Other than that my agents are currently looking at a new trilogy set in a different universe, along with a YA urban fantasy series and one children’s book. While they’re doing that I’m busy working on a couple of other projects – I’m notoriously impossible for anyone to keep up with, which is why I have such a huge backlog of manuscripts.


7. If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?
Gosh, that’s a tough one. I’d probably choose to be one of the dragons, despite the drawbacks that would entail, because dude – dragon!

8. Can you give us a sneak peak into this book?
This is one of my favourite scenes from the series – or a part of it! It’s from book three, Fire. Enjoy!

The Drachengott was watching them, head still lowered. He made no move to attack any of them, but his eyes were open and glaring.
‘GO,’ his voice rumbled suddenly. ‘ALL OF YOU. GO NOW. THE TIME IS NOT RIGHT.’
Rutger steadied himself, the Magic Taker still pointed at him, and shouted back, his voice pitifully weak by comparison. ‘We’ve come to fight you in the name of the free people of Wendland! So your followers will never slaughter another village of defenceless Gottlosen!’
‘We fight you so that mankind may use magic for their own benefit, free from unnatural rules and cruel punishment!’ Elynor shouted.
‘We fight for the freedom of the dragons!’ Spurling roared from above. 
The words came to Nils in a moment, and he shouted them for all he was worth. ‘We fight so there will be no more lies!’
A terrible rumbling sound came from the mountain, mixed with a cracking and a grinding like breaking stone.
It took Nils a little while to realise that the Drachengott was laughing.


10. When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?
Well this isn’t my first novel – that would be The Land of Bad Fantasy, published back in 2006. I was only 17 and had submitted a couple of things to publishers because I desperately wanted to be an author. After being rejected I made the surprisingly mature decision to leave off trying to get published and write some other things until I was good enough to make it. I wrote LoBF as a bit of fun; just a silly comedy poking fun at fantasy tropes. I read it aloud to some friends on a camping trip, thinking they’d get a laugh out of it, and to my surprise they loved it and asked if I’d thought of trying to publish it. I was honestly surprised because I hadn’t so much as thought of it, but decided to give it a shot, and to my surprise, Omnibus bought it! I didn’t even have an agent at the time. (I didn’t tell the publisher I was a teenager, because I didn’t think they would take me seriously if they knew. They were pretty surprised when they found out).


11. What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)
When I was a kid just starting out, I met my hero Jackie French. She sat me down and told me some home truths, which I remember to this day: Don’t expect to hit your peak until ten years from now (gosh, I just realised it’s nearly been that long by now!), and don’t pigeonhole yourself – try other things. Years later Kylie Chan gave me some other, equally valuable advice – or rather a warning! She said we authors should stick together, because your career can end at any moment. One failed book and the publishers are done with you. That scared me, but I still needed to know it.

The worst advice I ever got was that if you want to get published then you should pick a publisher and write a book you think they would want. I was 16 when an agent told me that, and the whole experience left me in tears – it ran so completely counter to what I believed writing was all about, and was so painfully cynical (the agent turned out to be a ripoff artist anyway, so hah).

12. Do you outline your books or just start writing?
Some people believe you absolutely have to write a detailed outline before you get started (Lian Hearn is apparently one author who does this, at great length). That’s completely wrong. Yes, some people do it. It works for them. I’m one of those people it doesn’t work for. I tried my hand at it when I was younger, but I never stuck to the outline, so I quickly decided it was a waste of time.
That doesn’t mean I don’t plan, though. Like a lot of other authors – Terry Pratchett, for example – I plan in my head. I start out with the early parts of the story mentally laid out, as well as some of the things that are going to happen after that. I usually have some idea of what the ending will be, but not always (when given a deadline to finish the final Drachengott book, I realised I had no idea how it was going to end and panicked!)

13. How do you maintain your creativity?
I’m not a big believer in “writer’s block”. Sometimes I’ll get bored with a book, or stuck on how to write the next bit, and when that happens, or when I’m between projects, I go off and do something else. A long walk or a bicycle ride out into the countryside generally does the trick, or a trip to the movies. I love movies, and music, and both help to inspire me. So does exercising – I love to walk.

14. Who is your favorite character in the book. Can you tell us why?
I have a few favourites – I’m quite fond of Karmain, the protagonist of book four. I like her carefree attitude and her innocent belief that everyone can get along if they only try. And I like Elynor, protagonist of book two, for her cynicism and cunning.
I like Syn the dragon a lot, too. I expected her to be a fairly cold, ruthless sort of character, but she surprised me by turning out to be a real sweetheart with a good sense of humour. The sense of humour definitely took me by surprise.
In the end, though, my favourite character is probably Rutger. It was interesting to see how he changed over the course of the series, from the village laughing-stock to a supposedly mighty warrior (in fact he isn’t a great warrior at all; without the Magic Taker he’s average at best). He winds up with the heavy burden of being seen as a hero when he knows full-well he’s done some truly unheroic things, and he has to deal with the fact that his own family is now afraid of him. The poor guy.

15. Are your plotting bunnies angels or demons?
Neither; they’re just ideas which I consider and then either use or reject. I do sometimes feel a wicked temptation to do something I know would piss readers off, though, hahah. But I generally ignore it because I’m just nice that way.


16. Anything else you might want to add?
The Drachengott will not end the way you expect it to. Trust me. Even I wasn’t completely certain how it was going to end at first. But when it did, I knew I’d got it right. And when Syn the dragon finally comes clean about what she’s done… that was a moment that deserved all the buildup. I was particularly excited about writing that scene, and when I finally got to write it I loved it. Drama is so much fun!

BLURB:

Wendland is a land of dragons, and of magic. The mysterious Drachengott grants magic to his worshippers - but is he truly a god? Rutger von Gothendorf is only a simple furrier, but he has become his village's local eccentric, thanks to his obsession with the murder of his brother by the Drachengott's servants. He holds onto the vague hope that he will one day have the chance to fight back against them - until one day a mysterious and beautiful woman named Swanhild comes into his life. Rutger is instantly smitten - but Swanhild knows more than she says, and a web of lies and deceit threatens to sour the love beginning to grow between them.

And all the while, the Drachengott waits ...

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EXCERPT:

The wind whistled through the darkness, shaking the branches all about and putting a chill into the air. It carried a scent with it, straight to Rutger’s nose. He took it in and immediately tensed.

‘Did you smell that, Horst?’ he hissed, snatching his older brother by the arm.

Horst shook him off. ‘Not now, Rut — we’re in enough trouble without worrying about funny smells.’

‘But it smells like rotting meat!’ Rutger insisted. He paused, ignoring Horst’s impatient look, and breathed in deeply. The smell hit him again — worse, this time. He retched slightly. ‘Can’t you smell it?’

Horst, big and muscular, turned his head in the gloom and sniffed. A moment later, he grimaced. ‘You’re right: something’s dead out there. Come on, let’s move on before we find out what.’

He strode off, Rutger hurrying after him. ‘You don’t think it’s spiders, do you?’

‘Could be,’ Horst said shortly. ‘Keep your eyes open.’

Rutger swallowed and put a hand on the hilt of the long dagger looped through his belt. He had never seen a giant spider before, and he wanted to keep it that way. Silently, he wished he had never asked to come out here into the forest with Horst. But it had all seemed so harmless — just a quick stroll through the forest to check Horst’s mink traps. But then they hadn’t been able to find the last trap, and now they were lost.

I really am the unlucky seventh son, he thought glumly.

If Horst was as worried as his brother, he didn’t show it. He walked slightly ahead, dead mink swinging from his belt. A big old woodaxe hung on his back, brought along for protection. Night was falling now, and the sooner they got out of here the better.

The forest all around was dense and looked threatening, its spiky pine needles sighing in the relentless wind. Night always seemed to come early here. But at least the putrid smell had gone away.

‘How close do you think we are now?’ Rutger asked in a low voice.

Horst shook his head. ‘Not sure — I think there’s a clearing up ahead, though.’

Rutger came to his brother’s side, and the two of them climbed a small rise into the clearing. The instant Rutger left the shelter of the trees, it hit him again: the hideous stench of rotting meat slamming into his nose, so powerfully that his eyes watered. Beside him, Horst had stopped. Rutger heard him swear softly. He looked up, intending to tell his brother that they should go — and then he saw it.

Ahead, in the clearing, a faint light began to glow. It shone on the dark, lumpy shapes which hung from the trees at the far side. Some could have been animal corpses, but the rest . . .

Horst wrenched the axe down off his back. ‘Get behind me, Rut,’ he said sharply. ‘Get out of here. Now.’

‘What—?’ Rutger started to say — but too late.

As the light brightened, two of the hanging shapes dropped to the ground and stepped forward. They wore rough leather tunics with hoods which covered their heads, but on each of their chests was a pair of red gemstones, set into an amulet. They glowed faintly in the light, making a halo over each of the two men, like a pair of glowering eyes.

‘Jüngen!’ Rutger heard himself say.

One of the pair pointed accusingly at them. ‘How dare you enter this sacred grove?’

Horst started to back away, axe raised.

The two Jüngen joined hands, and the light around them intensified as their linked hands rose. An instant later, a great flash blinded Rutger. He cried out as he fell back, but his voice was drowned out by a screeching roar from above.

A pitch-black dragon was hovering over the Jüngen’s heads, its eyes glowing red. Light crackled over its wings, and it roared again.

The Jüngen let go of each other, and the second of the two spoke to the dragon. His words were a short, cold command.

‘Kill them.’





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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


K.J.Taylor was born in Australia in 1986 and plans to stay alive for as long as possible. She went to Radford College and achieved a Bachelor’s Degree in Communications at the University of Canberra, where she is currently studying for a Master’s Degree in Information Studies.

She published her first work, The Land of Bad Fantasy through Scholastic when she was just 18, and went on to publish The Dark Griffin in Australia and New Zealand five years later. The Griffin’s Flight and The Griffin’s War followed in the same year, and were released in America and Canada in 2011. At the moment, she is working on the third set of books in the series, while publishing the second.

K.J.Taylor’s real first name is Katie, but not many people know what the J stands for. She collects movie soundtracks and keeps pet rats, and isn’t quite as angst-ridden as her books might suggest.


http://kjtaylor.com/


Buy link:  http://www.amazon.com/Drachengott-Wind-K-J-Taylor-ebook/dp/B00RKU7QP0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1441057188&sr=1-1&keywords=wind+k.j.+taylor



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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE


KJ will be awarding an eCopy of Wind to 3 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour, and choice of 5 digital books from the Impulse line to a randomly drawn host.

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f1300

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Sweet Talkin' Sugar by Christine Young



Title: Sweet Talkin' Sugar
Author: Christine Young
ISBN: 978-1-62420-243-8
Email: achristay@aol.com

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 4

Barnes & Noble, All Romance ebooks

Lyonesse McKenna, was dreaming or was she? From the instant Lyn saw Deacon McClain across a black jack table in a crowed Las Vegas casino the unmistakable attraction sent Lyn’s senses flying into overdrive. Her family of shapeshiters believed in soul mates. She’d always been sceptical yet she couldn’t help but question the way her heart sped when he looked at her.


When Deacon appeared in Las Vegas he knew his first job was to save Lyn from a Sea Demon, but the next order of business was to convince her he would someday mean more to her than she’d ever expected. But her stubborn nature and unbendable spirit consumed Deacon...and he had to chase away all the demons real and imagined in order to win her heart.

EXCERPT

In observation mode, he walked through the casino, hands in his pockets, listening and watching, his heart racing. Before the blackjack table at the end of the row, he paused to reflect and decide on a course of action. The air inside was sultry, hot and smoke-filled. He swept one hand through his damp hair, fresh from a summer rain. He forced his mind from the heat and the rancid smell of cigarettes, and with single-minded focus, stared at the table and the cards lying innocuously on the green felt.
The picture of cool calmness, she sat on a bar stool, a drink in hand and cards in the other, her legs crossed provocatively. Her daringly cut emerald V-neck dress didn't leave much to the imagination, but he forced his gaze to the man beyond who stared at her as if he owned her. Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end and a chill slivered down his spine, nerves on edge, muscles tensed. His brows furrowed when the man turned his attention, for one brief moment, his way.
The dealer gave her another card and she tipped one corner up to look at it then let it go. Her body language spoke volumes to him and he wondered if the dealer noticed too. The poker face she so obviously tried for was something she'd never possess.
Deacon McClain paused before settling on a bar stool across the table from her. He waited for the last hand to finish before placing his chips in front of him and nodding to the dealer he was ready to play. His fingers closed around his glass of whiskey as his heart thundered in his chest. She glanced his way, inquisitively cocking her head to one side before slanting him a sexy-as-hell-grin.
The grin sent a message that nearly catapulted him from his seat. Inhaling a deep breath to calm his splintering nerves, he turned his attention back to the cards he'd just been dealt. Not good, not good at all, he motioned for another, then sat back and gazed at Lyonesse. Lyn McKenna, the woman he'd been sent to find and bring home. He'd never believed this gig to be an easy one, but now he felt sure this might be his most difficult assignment of all. Her easy grin sent his heart into a tailspin and her long shapely legs were hard to ignore. What would happen if she gave him her full attention?
He'd lose all sense of perspective and balance.






Friday, October 23, 2015

From the instant Lyn saw Deacon McClain across a black jack table in a crowed Las Vegas casino the unmistakable attraction sent Lyn’s senses flying into overdrive. Sweet Talkin' Sugar by Christine Young



Title: Sweet Talkin' Sugar
Author: Christine Young
ISBN: 978-1-62420-243-8
Email: achristay@aol.com

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 4

Barnes & Noble, All Romance ebooks

Lyonesse McKenna, was dreaming or was she? From the instant Lyn saw Deacon McClain across a black jack table in a crowed Las Vegas casino the unmistakable attraction sent Lyn’s senses flying into overdrive. Her family of shapeshiters believed in soul mates. She’d always been sceptical yet she couldn’t help but question the way her heart sped when he looked at her.

When Deacon appeared in Las Vegas he knew his first job was to save Lyn from a Sea Demon, but the next order of business was to convince her he would someday mean more to her than she’d ever expected. But her stubborn nature and unbendable spirit consumed Deacon...and he had to chase away all the demons real and imagined in order to win her heart.


EXCERPT

In observation mode, he walked through the casino, hands in his pockets, listening and watching, his heart racing. Before the blackjack table at the end of the row, he paused to reflect and decide on a course of action. The air inside was sultry, hot and smoke-filled. He swept one hand through his damp hair, fresh from a summer rain. He forced his mind from the heat and the rancid smell of cigarettes, and with single-minded focus, stared at the table and the cards lying innocuously on the green felt.
The picture of cool calmness, she sat on a bar stool, a drink in hand and cards in the other, her legs crossed provocatively. Her daringly cut emerald V-neck dress didn't leave much to the imagination, but he forced his gaze to the man beyond who stared at her as if he owned her. Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end and a chill slivered down his spine, nerves on edge, muscles tensed. His brows furrowed when the man turned his attention, for one brief moment, his way.
The dealer gave her another card and she tipped one corner up to look at it then let it go. Her body language spoke volumes to him and he wondered if the dealer noticed too. The poker face she so obviously tried for was something she'd never possess.
Deacon McClain paused before settling on a bar stool across the table from her. He waited for the last hand to finish before placing his chips in front of him and nodding to the dealer he was ready to play. His fingers closed around his glass of whiskey as his heart thundered in his chest. She glanced his way, inquisitively cocking her head to one side before slanting him a sexy-as-hell-grin.
The grin sent a message that nearly catapulted him from his seat. Inhaling a deep breath to calm his splintering nerves, he turned his attention back to the cards he'd just been dealt. Not good, not good at all, he motioned for another, then sat back and gazed at Lyonesse. Lyn McKenna, the woman he'd been sent to find and bring home. He'd never believed this gig to be an easy one, but now he felt sure this might be his most difficult assignment of all. Her easy grin sent his heart into a tailspin and her long shapely legs were hard to ignore. What would happen if she gave him her full attention?
He'd lose all sense of perspective and balance.