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Starved for Love

Hi, I’m Annie Nicholas. I might have met you at other blogs but never at this one. :D   I’m new to Carina Press and am so happy to be having my first release with them.

I don’t like to write alone. Unlike a lot of writers who seek solitude, I’m always looking for someone to share the journey. When I say share, I don’t mean co-write a book together, but just BEING with writers. I think this stems from the fact that I live in Vermont, which is a pretty rural state and has no RWA (romance writer’s ass.) group. There’s nothing like talking shop about a subject you’re passionate about.

Thank goodness for the internet and chat rooms!

Yes, chat rooms. And I have a confession…

I’m an addict.

Chat is where some of my internet writing friends and I gather to write everyday. We don’t collaborate on manuscripts but encourage each other to finish, bounce ideas, and pass on news. This is where I first introduced my heroine, Pia Blyton.

She is very different from what I normally write, but I felt comfortable enough to expose this id

ea to my fellow chat mates. Pia is fun, bright, and full of energy. Even though she’s a well fed succubus (nudge-nudge wink-wink), she carries an endearing vulnerability.

To my shock, lines formed within chat as to who would be first to critique my manuscript. ((hugs them))  And less than a month later I got this special call from Angela…

Hope you’ll love Pia as much as they did.

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Blurb:

After almost dying of starvation to remain faithful to a mortal lover, succubus Pia Blyton now shields her heart by feeding solely on men she won’t fall for. The only trick is, to create energy to survive, she must achieve orgasm. At least that rules out bad sex with her three lovers. Too bad she’s a sucker for falling in love.

When her demon lover doesn’t arrive for their arranged rendezvous, Pia is forced to ask her vampire lover to step in before her energy becomes dangerously low. In return he demands a favor and Pia finds herself in the hotel suite of the mysterious Valerio Hunan, who seduces her with a devastating kiss. Too late Pia learns he’s an incubus who wants to lure her into marriage—a marriage without love.

As an incubus used to bedding a variety of succubi, Val doesn’t understand Pia’s yearning

for love. He needs a succubus wife to provide him with a steady source of energy. But he wants Pia for the passion and renewed interest in life she makes him feel. Can Pia convince Val that sex isn’t just for survival and love is for more than the weak?

Excerpt:

A tall man with skin the tone of caramel strode in the room, a lock of golden hair falling over his face. “The interviews don’t start for another hour but you get brownie points for being early. You can start with the paperwork—” He glanced up at me. “Ms. Blyton?”

My heart dropped into my gut and fizzled in my stomach acid. “You know me?” I could barely hear my own voice over the roar of my pulse.

He grinned. “Of course, we know your father. I didn’t realize you were interested in meeting Val. We can skip the paperwork. You and sisters have already been approved for interviews. Please, come this way.” He gestured to the open door behind him.

They knew my father. Approved? What kind of business did Mr. Hunan run? Mortal men didn’t mix in the same circles as incubi. I stared at the assistant as I strolled to the door.

He tossed strong vibes. I couldn’t place his species, but he was definitely immortal. Shit. Of course they weren’t human. Why would Sin be worried about mortal businessmen? Pia, you bimbo. Just like the vampire to omit important tidbits. “And you are?”

“I’m Hoel. Val’s assistant. Let me take your coat.” He followed close behind after hanging my fall jacket in the closet. “Both your sisters were here to welcome us to the city yesterday.”

“Oh.” Welcome was most likely code for they came and screwed us. I glanced over my shoulder at tall, handsome and golden Hoel. It couldn’t have been much of a chore for my sisters, but Hoel better not expect an encore performance from me. I had issues sharing males with my sisters. It would be akin to swapping chewed gum.

“What made you change your mind about meeting Val?”

“A seven hundred-year-old vampire.” Changed my mind? I never made it up. What the hell had I walked into? If it looked like a trap and felt like a trap…Sin, the sneaky jerk, had set me up. Retribution for disturbing his busy schedule.

And why had my sisters been here? They told me everything, even the stuff I didn’t want to know; however, neither had mentioned Mr. Hunan. I could have asked them about him and saved myself this embarrassment.

“Who?” Hoel unlocked and opened another door letting us in the lower deluxe hotel suite.

“Never mind.”

I stopped mid-stride. The view of Lake City and the river winding through the park made me catch my breath. I loved my city.

Hoel skirted around me and pulled out a chair, but I bypassed him and the sitting area to gaze out the window. “It’s quite a view.”

“Yes, it is.” The new male voice made me spin around. Hoel had been holding out a seat for me to sit across from a male when I’d ignored them both. Oops, score one for my lack of tact.

This must be Valerio Hunan. A sensual smile crossed his harsh, handsome face as he rose from his seat. It softened the hard angles of his sharp cheekbones. Soft black hair tumbled to his shoulders and had that just-got-out-of-bed quality I loved. Intelligent, pale blue eyes met mine.

“Sorry, I didn’t no—notice you.” I crossed the room and offered him my hand.

He took it with his long fingers and pressed his lips to my knuckles. “Enchanté.” He spoke with a mild accent, almost French but not quite.

“Sir, let me introduce Pia Blyton, Flynn’s youngest daughter.”

Valerio raised an eyebrow in my direction then dismissed Hoel with a slight wave of his hand. “Did your father coerce you to meet with me, Mademoiselle Blyton?” He sat and gestured to the seat across from him.

“Please, call me Pia.” I smoothed the flare of my dark yellow dress against my hips before sitting and tucked my feet under the chair. “Why would my father do that?” My vampire, on the other hand, loved torturing me. I gave Valerio my most disarming smile and prayed for escape.

“Your sisters came at my request, but they are not what I’m looking for in a new wife. They gave me the impression you weren’t interested in marriage.”

The bottom dropped out of my world. I grabbed onto the arms of my chair and clung for dear life. “You’re an incubus?”

He nodded.

“Fuck me,” I squealed and shook my head, racing to door. “Ignore that. That’s not what I meant. This was a mistake.” The doorknob wouldn’t turn. Holy Toledo, marriage was the last thing I needed to screw up my already fractured life. I clutched my seizing heart. My parents were going to kill me if they ever heard about this.

I’d stake Sin the next time I saw him. I’d wait until sunrise when he slept and jab toothpicks in his black heart, making his death slow and painful. I spun to face a very confused Valerio.

He’d followed me and stood in the middle of the room, staring as if I’d grown a second head.

An incubus on the hunt for a new succubus wife was my worst nightmare. My heart wasn’t screwed in right and I suffered for it. I wouldn’t drag Valerio’s whole family down with me. What wives would agree to take me in when I offered nothing to the marriage? Unemployed, living with my parents and a college dropout. I couldn’t handle any more rejection. I was just starting to heal.

Why hadn’t my parents warned me? Instead, they sent my sisters. They knew this incubus was in town wife-shopping and hadn’t bothered to tell me a thing. I was both relieved and insulted. I tried to twist the knob one more time behind my back.

Hoel had locked me in.

 

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Dedications. Who the heck reads them anyway? (+ giveaway)

Before becoming a writer, I never really took any notice of dedications. I mean, it was just another page to scan past to get to the good stuff, you know? If I did see one, I might glance at it, but I’d still flip on by. I never gave much consideration to what they contained or why an author might go to the trouble to create one. That was, until I was asked by my editor what I wanted to include for the dedication in my very first published book.

Honestly, I kind of blew it off. I wrote right back with something meaningful, but kinda generic. It was my editor who asked if there was anyone special I wanted to acknowledge, would anyone be disappointed if I didn’t mention them and reminded me I’ll only ever have one first book. Huh. It gave me pause and it got me thinking. Perhaps these dedications were more purposeful that I’d thought. Perhaps there really were people out there who took note of them, found them interesting, actually read them! And she was right about something. There was only one first book.

I really wanted to acknowledge the aspiring author first and foremost. I’ll never forget what it’s like to be there, how difficult it was and is, how much effort it takes just to continue to write each day. And there were two writer colleagues I was especially thankful for and wanted to acknowledge specifically. And so…my first dedication was born.

I decided then and there that I’d include a dedication for each of my books moving forward and Rise of Hope, my latest from Carina Press, was no exception. Of course, I’m not going to publish it here, but it’s the thought that came from my heart and soul as I wrote the book, the thought that I wanted most to share with readers at the time. Dedications for me now will always be that. A special message to the reader. From heartfelt me. And if no-one reads them? Well, that’s OK because I know it’s there and it’s the very special something I wanted to say at the time.

So…do YOU notice dedications? Do you read them and if so, have there been any that stood out to you? Or are you too eager to get to the good stuff :) ? [I'll choose a random commenter by 5 pm Eastern, Thursday August 29 to receive a $10 gift card to the online bookstore of the winner's choosing!]

Rise of Hope

hart_riseofhope_FINAL.inddA secret ancient race of humans with fantastical abilities, the Vadïm are on the brink of extinction. Many of their women are imprisoned by an organization known as The Assembly, their history all but lost . . .

Devon Monroe has been a prisoner her entire life. She’s determined to make sense of the strange markings on her body, to learn why no one may touch her, to find where she belongs. That means escaping into the unknown, where she has no choice but to trust her self-appointed protector.

Soldier for hire Seth Eastman has a job to do: deliver Devon to safety. When Seth discovers the markings on Devon’s body, he’s stunned at what it means. And at how she awakens his long-suppressed needs. As they struggle to escape detection and search for the truth of the Vadïm, can he ever hope to claim her for his own?

Rise of Hope, book 1 in the Fabric of Fate series, released from Carina Press on August 27!

About Kaily Hart

Kaily HartKaily Hart, a seemingly straight-laced mother of four, left corporate America and a high-powered, lucrative career to be a stay at home mom. Right… That lasted about four weeks, during which time she realized she had a deeply repressed dream—to write. And (gasp) romance at that! Who knew? By day, Kaily plays conservative wife and soccer mom, but at night crafts hot and steamy tales of romance and love with gorgeous heroes who wouldn’t dream of leaving the toilet set up. Ever. She’s smart and sassy, at least in her own mind, and is creating as many happy ever afters as she can, one hot story at a time. Kaily never would have thought she’d be doing this, but now that she is? Well, you couldn’t pay her enough to do anything else.

You can find out more about Kaily and her books from her website. She’s also on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Of course, only when she’s not supposed to be writing.

The Guardian of Bastet by Jacqueline M. Battisti

I’ve been an avid reader all my life. Some of the best memories I have are of me, with a flashlight, reading a book under the covers and hoping not to get caught reading past my bedtime. I’m not much different as an adult. I love to read. My taste in genres has grown up a little over the years, (I’ve gone from C.S. Lewis and Madeleine L’Engle to Kim Harrison, and Ilonya Andrews) but I am still attracted to books with a strong female lead that gives me someone to cheer for and identify with.

My catalyst to becoming a writer came in a couple of waves. I remember reading “Undead and Unwed,” by MaryJanice Davidson on a car ride with my family, and laughing so hard I thought I might have to borrow a diaper from one of the kids. I loved her Queen Betsy. She was funny, snarky and real. I wanted to create a character like that. Then came the motivation. NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) where I put myself to the test of writing for an entire month, and found out I loved it.

From there, a writer was born, and so was my main character of The Guardian of Bastet, Trinity Morrigain-Caine. We developed together as I created her world and how she would interact in it. I gave her my voice and hoped, someday, someone else would want to read her story and laugh out load at her antics.

I wanted to write a story that would make the reader laugh, yell and root for the heroine and I think I’ve accomplished that with The Guardian of Bastet.

Blurb:

Like a good girl, I try to say my prayers every morning. This morning was no exception.

“Goddess, it’s me, Trinity Morrigan-Caine. Could you please let me get through today without pissing off too many people or wanting to kill anyone? And would you please grant me patience for the idiots I meet and guidance to keep my mouth shut when they say something really freakin’ stupid? Thank you.”

From the back cover:

Cat-shifter Trinity Morrigan-Caine has discovered a demon is killing supernaturals. Magically challenged, she has every intention of letting handsome Alpha werewolf Gordon Barnes handle it. But after a dying vampire gifts Trinity a mystical amulet, she is drawn into the fray as the legendary Guardian of Bastet, a warrior born when the need arises.

Though Trinity initially rejects the role, she warms to the idea when Gordon agrees to train her—and their passion for each other grows as he teaches her to embrace her animal instincts.

As she begins to accept her destiny and believe in her growing powers, Trinity realizes the danger is even closer to home than she ever imagined—and she and Gordon are going to have to face the demon in a fight to the death..

About the author:

Jacqueline Battisti was raised in Little Falls, New York where she met and married her high school sweetheart. They have two children and live near Rochester, New York where she is a stay at home mom and writer of the paranormal and urban fantasy of her vivid imagination.

Flash forward to today: Jacqueline has two children who are very outgoing and keep her on her toes. Cub Scouts, Daisy Scouts, play dates, school activities for the kids…then writing, reading current authors, following blogs, facebook, household chores,gardening and exhaustion for mom. Add in a new puppy, two furry feline children and fish and you have the craziness that is the Battisti household. 

The Guardian of Bastet is available from Carina PressAmazon, and Barnes & Noble. You can get in touch with Jacqueline on her website, or check her out on  facebooktwitter, and goodreads.

Win a Pewter Egyptian Bastet Cat Pendant

The Goddess Bastet (cat goddess) is an important role in The Guardian of Bastet. I have a lovely pendant version to give away to one lucky Carina reader. Leave me a comment here with your email and I’ll randomly select a winner on August 27th. I’ll contact the winner by email on the day and arrange shipping to a mailing address to anywhere in North America. Good luck!

 

An Author’s Stress Relievers

The clothes dryer is broken. The car is in the shop. The cat threw up on the bed. And you have to lose five pounds before your physical next week.

Recognize any of that? Modern life is full of stress. But there are ways to cope.

I turn to books. Sometimes it’s books by other authors. Often it’s the book I’m writing. When my husband and I have to wait in line for something, he asks me, “Do you have a book to read?”

I usually answer, “I don’t need one. I’m thinking about my next scene.” And of course, there’s nothing like falling off a curb while you’re working out your plot, which I did with my latest Carina release, SHATTERED MAGIC, the next novella in my Chronicles of Arandal series. It’s set in the medieval-type fantasy world I created when I wrote DARK MAGIC. Fantasy on another planet is an ideal escape from everyday life. Which is why I’m glad to be back there with SHATTERED MAGIC, and I’ve got another story in the works, DANGEROUS MAGIC.

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Do the titles suggest a theme? In my fictional village of Valleyhold, you don’t have to worry about electric lights, dishwashers and putting on weight. You can fix just about anything with your paranormal powers. Fun and easy. But there’s a downside to relying on magic. The rulers of Arandal, a nearby kingdom, think magic is evil, and if you’re caught using it, you will surely be executed.

Life in Valleyhold is fine for my heroine, Rowan, until an evil sorcerer claims her for his bride-to-be. Desperate to escape his clutches, she flees the only home she’s ever known–and meets up with a heroic, handsome guy named Grant, who saves her from a dragon. Maybe he’s the solution to her problem. If she gives him her virginity, she won’t be a suitable bride for the man she loathes.

Everything’s going according to plan, until she discovers her lover is really Prince Grantland of Arandal. And when he spies her using magic, he vows to kill her. How’s that for a conflicted relationship?

Working out their complicated problems was a good way for me to get away from the less satisfying aspects of my own life. The refrigerator is bare? The cats are scratching up the Oriental rugs? The sewer line needs flushing out? No problem. I can go have some fun in Arandal. And I hope you’ll enjoy going there with me.

Here I am at my new treadmill desk.

Rebecca at Treadmill Desk

What’s your favorite stress reliever? I will be giving one person who comments on my blog a copy of my previous Arandal novella, DARK MAGIC on CD.

Buy now: Carina Press store | Amazon.com | BarnesandNoble.com

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USA Today best-seller, Rebecca York (aka Ruth Glick) lives in Maryland with her husband and three cats. She has traveled around the world (most recently to Belgium and Holland), flown in a glider plane, and gone down in a submarine. She is one of the few recipients of RWA’s Centennial Award. She has written more than 100 romance novels, including paranormal romantic suspense for Berkley and romantic suspense for Harlequin Intrigue, including her long-running 43 Light Street series, set in Baltimore. Her latest release is SHATTERED MAGIC for Carina Press.. She is the winner of a PRISM Award, two RT BOOK REVIEWS Career Achievement Awards, and 5 NJRW Golden Leaf Awards. Two of her books were RITA finalists.

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To hear me read an excerpt of SHATTERED MAGIC, listen to my recent podcast interview on Other_Worlds_of_Romance.

Darkest Caress: Magic In the Air

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View from the Baltic side of the Curionian Spit, Lithuania

Since I hate flying, I don’t travel very often. Thus, never in my wildest imaginings did I ever think I’d wind up visiting the Baltic States, but that’s exactly what I did in the fall of 2010. (See? Never say never, people.)

While in Lithuania touring the Curonian Spit and the spectacular seaside town of Nida where the Soviet Beaujolais liked to spend their summers, we learned about the local folklore and pagan tradition of the area. I was hooked.

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Devil sculpture, waiting to lure the unwary traveler. Hill of Witches, Lithuania.

During a tour of the Hill of Witches, I got shivers up my spine.

In the 1970s, sculptors completed a variety of wooden statues depicting local legends and set them in a very specific order on what used to be a pagan site of worship. Today visitors start out in the sunlight and walk up the ancient hill, moving through the forest amongst friendly sculptures of good witches and goddesses. Then the shadows close in. As you walk further up the hill and deeper into the darkness, suddenly devils and evil witches lurk everywhere. Once you pass the devil, shrouded in shadow at the pinnacle of the hill, you continue back down toward the sunlight where more friendly creatures await once more. The experience left quite an impression on me.

During this ethereal journey I swore I felt magic tremble in the air. That’s when the idea for this series first whispered to me.

Standing on that ancient, pagan site of worship, I listened raptly as our guide regaled tales of witches and devils, of mythological creatures and a powerful sea goddess named Neringa, who formed the Curionian Spit and it’s gigantic sand dunes by throwing sand from her apron, thus protecting the local fisherman from the fury of the Baltic Sea. Other things I learned that day were equally as fantastic. Though I normally write military romantic suspense, I just couldn’t ignore the story line for this series. It was too interesting and too powerful to set aside.

With a little encouragement I bit the bullet and sat down to dive into Darkest Caress. The best part was the world building, where I got to take these ancient legends and weave them into my modern day story. I hope you enjoy it!

For me, the setting of Nida and the Curonian Spit brought this series to life. What book settings have most impacted you as a reader? Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy of Darkest Caress.

Happy reading,

Kaylea Cross

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Blurb: Two-hundred-year-old Daegan Blackwell is one of the last remaining Empowered, an ancient magical race. Daegan’s duty is to lead and protect his remaining Brethren in the coming war foretold by prophecy. The last thing he expects is to meet the one woman who will either save or destroy him—his destined mate.

Fiercely independent Realtor Olivia Farrell believes darkly handsome Daegan is simply a prospective client. Until she’s attacked by a man with a strange aura—and Daegan fights him off, taking away her pain with just his touch. At first, Olivia refuses to believe she’s part of a magical race, yet mounting evidence and her powerful chemistry with Daegan are too strong to deny.

But as Daegan’s partner, Olivia becomes a target in the battle between good and evil that threatens her life, as well as the very existence of the Empowered. And the only one who can save her is the man claiming to be her destiny…

*Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense and magical paranormal romance. For more information please visit her website, Twitter, or Facebook.*

Cats and Characters

Cats and Characters

Blood of the Pride

It was late in August and I was preparing to put together my story idea for NaNoWriMo, the yearly tilting at windmills project for writers everywhere. Fifty thousand words in thirty days – the chance to dash off a first draft with the sensation of tossing oneself off a cliff and hoping the parachute would open before you hit bottom.

I loved the feeling but needed some place to start; setting down the outline to get ‘er done in thirty days. What did I want to write about?

I wanted to do a detective story in first person, something that would combine my love of the paranormal and shifters along with going back to my hometown of Toronto, Canada which never can get enough love, in my opinion, being a proud Canadian.

The type of shifter was obvious – being a cat lover almost from birth I decided to make my main character a Felis, a cat shifter. But she couldn’t be just a regular shifter. Why would she be in Toronto and taking on odd jobs?

So I created a misfit. Not only in mind but also in body.

Rebecca Desjardin is a woman who can’t fit in anywhere – banished from her Felis shifter family because she can’t Change, she’s been fighting to secure a spot in the human world by making a life as a private investigator.

Here’s an excerpt from the start of “Blood of the Pride“:

I smelled the blood before I had a chance to look for it, the tangy, dense scent landing on the back of my tongue. Forcing the familiar taste to the back of my mind, I opened the office door and studied the man sitting in the chair opposite my desk. He was clean, dressed smartly in a white dress shirt and dark blue pants. He didn’t get up as I approached the desk, walking around the chipped wooden edges I had unsuccessfully tried to hide with walnut oil.

“Ms. Desjardin.” Harry Cloches bobbed his head up and down as I sat down in the old oaken chair. “Sorry for being early, but I wanted to get the information I requested as soon as possible.” He waved at the door. “Your front door was open when I arrived, so I thought I’d come into your office and wait in here.” Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. “I hope you don’t mind.”

My nose twitched as I rocked back, urging a creak from the worn old wood. A small box rested on the left side of the desk. It hadn’t been there when I had gone upstairs last night after locking the doors and checking the windows. The brown paper wrapper encased the palm-sized box fully, but moisture was already beginning to fight through the paper.

I picked up the file folder from the top of the small pile to my right and opened it up, spreading the black and white photographs across the desk in a half-circle display.

Cloches leaned forward, his pink tongue darting out across dry lips as he squinted to see the images.

“Your wife is not cheating on you.” My finger tapped the image of the brunette exiting a coffee shop, latte in hand. “She’s actually working a second job.”

His forehead furrowed. “A second job?”

“Your ten-year anniversary is coming up in a few months. She’s saving up for a cruise.” I could smell the nervous sweat on him, mixed with the scent of another woman. It took a concentrated effort to stop my nose from twitching.

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As you can guess having enhanced senses is both a blessing and a curse for Reb as she goes through the paces of working divorce and theft cases – until a mysterious box arrives and drags her back not only into a murder investigation but also deep into Felis politics.

Throw in a hot hunk of a reporter demanding answers who might be the killer and she’s got a handful and a half.

Drawn back into her past she has to look backwards and forwards not only to solve the case but also to figure out what she wants from life and from a possible relationship with a human – and how much to tell him about her shifter past.

For the record I did finish the first draft of “Blood of the Pride” in thirty days but it took much, much longer to whip it into acceptable condition for publication – and I’ve finished and sold a second book through the NaNoWriMo grind. If you’re looking for a mental rush I recommend it for anyone wanting to give themselves a wild writing ride.

I hope you’ll come along for the ride with Rebecca and Brandon in “Blood of the Pride” and ponder the quote I have at the start of the book:

“Our character is what God and cats know of us.”—Thomas Paine

Thanks for reading!

Sheryl Nantus

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I got you the end of the world.

The question always comes up for Valentine’s Day. What’s a romantic gesture? Diamond jewelry? Fancy dinner? Bed strewn with rose petals?  This year I’ve simplified this holiday with a one stop shopping solution: The apocalypse.

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What better venue to show your loved one how much you really care?  There’s no doubt your passion is true when you’re willing to put your life on the line to ensure your partner’s survival.  That’s what was so intriguing for me when I created the Burning Earth’s first novella THE LAST NIGHT.  The apocalypse is the perfect place for characters to show what they’re made of.  It is the ultimate stage for incredible acts of bravery, intelligence, and strength.

I think that’s why you’ll see a lot of romance set after the end of the world this year (look for Ella Drake’s DESERT BLADE coming from Carina in April).  In other sub-genres, there’s often a metaphoric end of the world, a broken heart or cutting betrayal, but in post-apocalyptic romance, society as we know it is actually over and rebuilding the world will test the mettle of the characters.

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In THE LAST NIGHT, chained earthquakes tear the world apart, releasing ancient viruses.  Many of the humans who survived the quakes are turned into stone-skinned mutants called ashers.  They’re burning the world down and eating the ashes of the past.  And if they get a hold of us, they feast.  So for my main characters Erica and Jake, the stakes are already very high.  Survive or die.  And to fall in love in the midst of all that will prove just how strong their bond really is.

This isn’t to say that for Valentine’s Day I’m going to set off the actual apocalypse for my wife, Zoë Archer.  We live out heroic and romantic deeds all the time as we write, so plans for that night are a bit quieter than destroying the world.  That means you don’t need to stockpile too much canned beef.

But being prepared is always a good idea.  That’s why I’m giving away a custom survival kit and a PDF copy of THE LAST NIGHT to one commenter.  My question to you is:  What is the most romantic gift someone could give you in the post-apocalyptic world?

I’ll select a random winner (sorry but because of customs, this is open to US addresses only) and will send the survival kit (hopefully) some time before the end of the world.

You can purchase THE LAST NIGHT from:
Carina Press
Amazon Kindle
Barnes and Noble Nook

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http://www.nicorosso.com

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Mind on the Run

Reading has always been my favorite escape.

Well, that or champagne and chocolate on the beach. (In my fantasy world the champagne is always chilled, the chocolate rarely melts, and sand never creeps into uncomfortable places.)

I was neck-deep in winter and in desperate need of distraction when I wrote Don’t Bite the Messenger, my urban fantasy novella with Carina Press. For those of you fortunate enough to have avoided it, winter in Alaska is cold, deep, and still. I found myself wandering aimlessly or lying – salted slug-like – on the couch. Do any of you get the winter blahs like that? You find yourself craving Color. Motion. Excitement. Something to heat your blood and confirm you’re still alive and vital in the darkness.

I’d reread all my favorite books, read a few new ones, and watched every movie with a scene like this in it:

I needed more, and this is where Sydney Kildare, Malcolm Kelly, and the world of Messenger came from.

Anchorage, Alaska

The vampire population may have created an economic boom in Alaska, but their altered energy field fries most technology. They rely on hard-living—and short-lived—couriers to get business done…couriers like Sydney Kildare.

Sydney has survived to the ripe old age of twenty-six by being careful. She’s careful when navigating her tempestuous clients, outrunning hijackers and avoiding anyone who might distract her from her plan of retiring young to a tropical, vampire-free island.

Her attitude—and immunity to vampires’ allure—have made her the target of a faction of vampires trying to reclaim their territory. Her only ally is Malcolm Kelly, a secretive charmer with the uncanny habit of showing up whenever she’s in trouble. Caught in the middle of a vampire turf war, Sydney has to count on Malcolm to help her survive, or the only place she’ll retire is her grave…

Sydney is as determined as she is capable and, despite a rough upbringing, she’s still quick to laugh (don’t let that phenomenal cover fool you) and quicker to help people who need it. Malcolm is hiding secrets behind a charming smile, and his first encounter with Sydney leaves him wanting far more. All he has to do is keep up as she speeds through the frozen streets of Anchorage and beyond.

The story starts with a kiss, a car chase, and an explosion…and then it really gets going. Just what we need on a long winter’s night.

What’s your favorite escape? Is it in your imagination, or is it a real place? Where does your mind turn when it requires rest or revival?

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Regan Summers lives in Anchorage, Alaska with her husband and alien-monkey hybrid of a child.

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Attack of the Snot Monkeys!

The Canvas Thief by P. KirbyTwas the night before Monday, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring … except for my husband and me, as we were embroiled in a deep intellectual discussion.

“I can’t believe I have to go work tomorrow and I’m sick,” I whined. “You gave me a cold.”

“No, you gave me a cold,” he replied. Sneeze!

“Nuh-uh. You did.”

“No, you did…” And so it went. Sniffle, sneeze, blow nose, drop used tissue on the living room floor, because illness is fabulous reason to be utterly revolting. Our population of dust bunnies ran for cover as the new guys in town, slimy wadded-up tissues, took over the carpet and got kicked under the couch.

On television, a guy in a car commercial yelled at me about the Sale to End All Sales (didn’t they have one of those last week?). I tuned him out–an easy matter since my ears were partially clogged by the cold. That ad was replaced by another featuring sock monkeys selling something. I don’t know what because I was hissing at the TV like a cat.  Hsssss!

“Look, it’s your favorite,” said my husband. “Sock monkeys! You know you love ‘em. I’m getting you one for your birthday.”

“Noo! No sock monkeys! We hates them, Precious. Hates them!” (Whaaat? I’m a geek. I can’t go more than a few hours without some geekish quote.)

Except, with my tuffy snose it came out, “No snot monkeys!”

My husband laughed. “Snot monkeys? What’s a snot monkey?”

“It’s…” My attention fell on the army of used tissues. “This.” I picked up a tissue, “This is a snot monkey.”

And henceforth, at Casa de Kirby, used tissues were known as snot monkeys, another addition to our odd family lexicon that includes birdles (birds) houndilete (greyhound), and junkacitos (chachkes), the latter two being strange Spanglish-esque inventions.

I bet every family has a similar collection of weird made-up-words. It’s like a unique culture and it’s part of what makes “family” synonymous with “home.” Home is where folks speak your language.

Benjamin, the hero in The Canvas Thief, longs for that sense of home. As a comic book character come to life, he is, so to speak, a kind of orphan. Sprung fully formed, as it were, from the pages of a book, he doesn’t even have childhood memories. As such he understands the value of family more than many. Unfortunately, he’s also overly impulsive, and his desperation to go “home” leads to his completely NOT-meet-cute moment with Maya, the heroine in The Canvas Thief.

The Canvas Thief is a love story, but it’s also the story of how Benjamin finally finds his way home. Which, I guess, is a roundabout way of saying … it’s a love story.

My question to you is: “What are some of your family’s ‘Snot monkeys?’”

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A lifelong resident of the desert southwest, P. Kirby grew up in El Paso, Texas and is a graduate of New Mexico State University. After about a decade in the grownup workforce, she reached the point where promotion meant becoming management. *Shudder* She dropped out to become a cliché: a starving artist/writer. Home is a tiny house in the desert, shared with her long-suffering husband. She is co-owned by an Arabian horse and a neurotic greyhound. She has never owned, or been owned, by a cat. Please stop by and visit at her blog, and on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.

It’s All About the Boots

Amazon Heat is the product of a great friendship, a long car ride, and the general goofiness that accompanies us wherever we go.  On a car pool to the monthly Liberty States Fiction Writers meeting, we decided that the paranormal market needed an injection of fun. We all love vampires, but they’re all so dark and broody. What about fun stories? Stories more campy than melodramatic?

Ideas were tossed around, silliness ensued, and we finally settled on a kick-butt, Wonder Woman and Greek mythology inspired world in which to drop our heroine. We totally cherry picked the good stuff from the myths, like super strength and a military-like civilization. We tossed out the things that are too weird even for us, like the fact that the mythological Amazons sliced off their left breasts so their aim with a bow would be truer. Ouch, and ewww.

The entire story was outlined at a New Jersey diner, and Amazon Heat was born just a few, thoroughly enjoyable weeks later from a love of Wonder Woman and the Amazons of Greek mythology. Cause who doesn’t love a girl who can kick butt, in cool boots no less?

Who is your favorite kick-butt heroine? Why? And does she wear cool boots?

AMAZON HEAT released January 9th from Carina Press.

Two years ago, ethnobotanist Dr. Elizabeth DeMarco, driven by grief to find a cure for cancer, left her lover mid-proposal to accept a position on a research expedition to the Amazon Rainforest. Kidnapped by guerrillas, she was saved by warriors from the secret all-female civilization of the ancient Amazons. She has been kept prisoner since in the Amazon’s supernaturally hidden valley.

Despite Elizabeth’s rejection, anthropologist Logan Spencer never stopped searching for her.  While consulting on a mass grave uncovered in the remote Brazilian interior near the place Elizabeth was kidnapped, Logan falls from a cliff.  On the brink of death, he is collected by the Amazons and magically healed. When Logan wakes, the first person he sees is his beloved Elizabeth.  Unfortunately, their reunion is less than joyful. The mystical medicine is changing Logan.  But there’s no time to study the side-effects. The Amazons plan to steal Logan’s DNA, then kill him.  Logan and Elizabeth must escape before dawn or Logan is doomed.  Getting him out of the hidden valley won’t be easy.  The Amazon’s supernatural powers make the task all but impossible.

Amazon Heat is now available at Carina Press | Amazon | Barnes & Noble. Read an excerpt here.

Melinda Leigh is a mom, a dog lover, and a second degree black belt in kenpo karate. In addition to writing paranormal romance for Carina Press, she is also the author of She Can Run, a kindle bestselling romantic suspense released in November 2011 from Montlake Romance. Find out more Melinda: website / facebook / twitter

Rayna Vause is fascinated by the paranormal and she loves a good romance as well, which probably explains why these two elements perpetually crop up in her writing. When she takes off her writer hat she is a martial artist, video game lover, Disney enthusiast, and a Pop Tart aficionado.  Find out more about Rayna: website / facebook / twitter

Melinda and Rayna blog together at http://AttackingThePage.com