Lady Amber Tour’s Hosts: Esther Wheelmaker’s Gravely Inanimated

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Gravely Inanimated

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Author Esther Wheelmaker

Steampunk YA, Romance Adventure

Tour Hosted by Lady Amber’s Tours

 

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Book Description:
It has been thirty years since England was plagued by zombies. Humans fear for their lives while the dead kill the living.

By the cover of night, a man known only as Aeron hunts these creatures. On one foggy evening he finds Lucille Knight’s life in jeopardy and Aeron’s interest is instantly peaked when he saves the young lady.

But Aeron will have competition when Lucy meets Lord Garrett Ashdown, son of the Inventor, Earl Thomas. 

Lucy is drawn to the masked man and equally mysterious Lord. With one concealing his true identity and the other hiding a ghastly secret, she does not know which one is less dangerous.

Will she be able to be with the man she chooses when she learns the awful truth?

 

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Author Bio:

Her name is Esther Wheelmaker and she is the author of the new, Zombiepunk Series.

With Gravely Inanimated (book one) coming to life, she is pounding away on her typewriter to try and get book two out. However, she is easily distracted by sparkly things.

Her background is a mystery and all anyone knows is she loves hugs, corsets, steampunk, books and Mozart….

…Let’s face it…Everyone likes a girl with a little mystery.

 

Links:
www.zombiepunkseries.com

www.twitter.com/estherwheelmake

www.facebook.com/esther.wheelmaker

 

Chapter One Excerpt:

Zombies limped toward me, bloody and disfigured, a chaste moon slinging shadows against their lurching fingers. Their crimson-splattered mouths were hungry for my flesh. A few pulled the lower half of their bodies with their ashen, supple hands.

Some moved faster than others; they must have fed recently. How I had been stupid enough to head home from a friend’s house at such a late hour baffled me now.  Thirty years since the zombie apocalypse and sixteen years since my birth meant I had grown up knowing what should and should not be done. Yet here I was. Fear caused me to think as clear as a drunkard bent over a garbage pail.

Even though Queen Victoria had commanded a good majority of her soldiers into the streets of England to protect her people, it still remained a bloody mess. Some of us   were still living with that false sense of security though. 

I screamed the sound echoing off the brick buildings. The streets were empty. Smart people were safe at home. The others were in taverns dancing and drinking. I wondered if anyone heard me or if everyone was ignoring me, as I had done so many times before.

Puddles of water splashed against me as I ran. My boots kept my feet warm, breath heavy against the cold. My hand caught my fall as I skidded to the left, the back of my leather skirt ripping against a wooden box I raced past. The whistle of a train broke through the sound of death following close behind. I ran into a chain-linked fence, and my rubber soles scraped against the stone road as I came to a halt. I had misjudged my aim. I had meant to go down Lily Road, toward my house. Instead I went down Dead End Road…literally.

With my back against the fence, I stared through my strands of shoddy raspberry-colored hair and into the dead faces before me. Ten of them. Slow and stupid, but large in numbers. The queen tried to keep these diseased creatures under wraps. Over the last few months, they began multiplying and soon became too much for our countries troops.

Again, I let out a petrified scream, but no soldier came. I imagined my neighbors shutting their windows and locking their doors, like I had done so many times before. Another attack wasn’t anything new, and everyone depended on the Queen’s men to help.

Here I was, at the mercy of these demons, my black-and-white thigh-high stockings slithering down from my ruffled petticoat. Even with gloves covering my hands, the coolness of the steel gate behind me seeped through.

Crusty dried blood covered the mouth of the zombie closest to me, and I shut my eyes when his mouth showed teeth stained with yellow. 

“You can’t see me, you can’t see me.” I mumbled a childish thought, one would have when only a tot.

The static tenor of a thunderous grinding voice reverberated in my ears. I opened my eyes. What sounded like the ringing of metal slicing through brittle rock was a sword splitting the flesh and bone of the zombie in front of me. I tried to back into the chain-linked fence, hoping to meld into it and be free from the havoc before me. Blood doused my chest; my eyebrows creased my forehead, my mouth deepening with a frown.

A zombie with haggard brown pieces of hair staggered up to me. Her hand crept toward my face. My muscles clenched, matching my corset-tightened waist. I pressed the side of my face against the steel to the point I knew it would leave an impression. Peeking through the corner of my eye, I witnessed a blade strike her temple. The blood of the monster squirted against me. I flinched.

A gloved hand grabbed my shoulder, and an arm came under me before I experienced cool air sweeping against my sweaty face. The ground became distant as I was lifted over the fence and to the open road on the other side. My blood pumped with fright while I pounded the body holding me, afraid I had been captured by another type of monster. Arms grasped me closer as if I was a bride and we were crossing the threshold.

“Stop that or I’ll toss you back to be food.” He had an acute amorous voice.

One calloused hand was around my thigh and his other held my waist. The rapid wind assaulted us, he took us both away from the zombies now obscured in my rear view.

I was being rescued by some pale stranger with long black hair hiding behind a mask. Thoughts turned into a jumbled mess as I wondered if I should scream for rescue or hold on tighter. How could I know if he was truly here to help me or saved me only to murder me himself? 

It was hard to see through it all, but I knew his eyes were boring into me. My breath caught as I feared what we might run into with his vision diverted. My face flushed while fear continued to sear through my stomach with a stabbing sensation. 

“Stop looking at me and start looking at where you are going!”

The strange man’s face hardened in contrast to his one high apple-shaped cheek bone I could see brushed with a light pink color. One eye had a monocle between his eyebrow and bottom lid, with two other monocles reaching up above the other. Through the dark lenses, I thought I glimpsed a red eye similar to those of the zombies. 

His dimpled cheeks creased into a smile. “Don’t worry, I can do both,” he assured me, yet my heart still pummeled and the stinging prickles against my skin gave no whisper of disappearing.

“Put me down!” Between my endorphins running rapid, the shear shame of needing saving, and my fear of this stranger, I decided to resort to indignation.

He slowed until he was at a jog. Now I could clearly see that his other eye was protected by a mask covering half of his face. The plate was made of leather with cog teeth at the bottom surrounded by a lighter beige oxhide. It appeared menacing and didn’t help to drown my dread in mud. 

“Die by zombie, die by running into a wall, they both leave my soul diminished.”

“What? No thank you?” He came to a stop, still holding me firmly.

My lips tightened with a hardness I’d inherited from my father. “Thank you, you silly boy.” I squirmed until he let me down. My knees buckled. He caught me before I fell and kept me upright. I tried to push him away. “I don’t need your help.”

He didn’t even budge. “It would not appear that way.” He crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow.

When my legs felt sturdy, I stepped back and glared straight into his monocle. “I can take care of myself. Thank you for your help, but please leave me be.” My hand searched inside my pocket for my steam-ignited pistol, but I found nothing. I had left it on top of my dresser at home. Bloody hell, I was more absent-headed than normal tonight.

He shook his head, his hair swung back and forth, stark against his pale face. “You are such a disappointment as a woman.”

I gasped. “Pardon me?” My face pinched, and I clenched my fists.

He sighed heavily as if bored with me. “I am met with hostility even though I saved your life.”

“How dare you! What is your name? I shall make it a sin to be spoken.”

The braveness of his chuckle along with his grin made me step back. “Aeron, and please make my name a sin to speak. You are a ghastly mess and should be taught proper manners.”

With my feet planted on the pavement, I grew leery of what he might want in return for saving my life. The desperate groan of the zombies had faded, and my house was less than a block away. All I wanted to do was lay my head down to meet my pillow.

“Thank you.” I tried to put more softness behind the words, but my gritted teeth didn’t help. “I’ll be fine now.”

“You’re welcome, even though you are quite difficult.” His words sent bolts of electricity through my core. I turned around so he wouldn’t see the anger on face. “Try to keep yourself safe. I won’t always be around to save you.” His nonchalance was insulting, as if he thought I was a simpleton was loud and clear.

God, he was so cocky! I didn’t need him, or anyone else, coming to my rescue. If he hadn’t shown up, I would have figured a way out. “I’ll be just fine!”

The emptiness became apparent when the silence overcame the dim scenery around me. He had gone without a goodbye, and I jogged the rest of the way home. After removing the long chain from around my neck, I picked out the correct key and unlocked the door. I lived with my father and several servants in a double townhouse. We weren’t as upper class as that Aeron man thought, but we were known well enough throughout the city. 

When I was inside, I turned the golden knob to snap the lock back in place. Two automated arms came over the door and clasped each other at the mechanical wrists for extra security.

I leaned back. My head hit the hard wood of the door, and I let out a breath. Dragging my feet up the stairs, I almost made it to my room without a hitch when I a squeak from down the hall caught my attention.

“Good evening, Father,” I said without looking.

“How many times are we going to have to go over this before I get it through that thick skull of yours? Walking around after sunset is dangerous, and you are forbidden to do so!”

Forcing a bright smile, I went to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m fine, Father. Look!” When I stepped back, I opened my arms wide and did a circle. “See?”

“Bloody hell, Lucy, look at you. Tights falling, skirt raised, hair askew… What were you doing tonight?”

Bollocks, I should have fixed my clothing when I came in. “I was…I was running home because I heard a noise.” That was ten zombies behind me, hungry for my brains. “I came from Emily’s house. I lost track of time.”

“You will help Olivia with the dishes after breakfast tomorrow!”

“I am sixteen years old, Father! You must stop treating me as though I am a mere child!”

“Until you are taking care of a husband of your own, you will do as I say.” His mustache twitched. “Now go to bed!”

With a rumble of frustration, I stomped my foot and went off to my room. The first thing I did was tear off my clothes, leaving them were they landed, and changed into a long white gown before going to the vanity and taking a brush to my knotted locks. 

My father never talked about what happened when the zombies first rose, but I knew he had been through a lot. A vast majority of England had been wiped out when they first showed up.

The zombies favored the night when partiers and drinkers were susceptible. From watching several during the day, it did give the impression that they were much weaker when the sun was up.

If it had not been for the famous inventor Earl Thomas Ashdown and all of his automatons, England would be nothing more than a feasting ground for those disgusting creatures. When more time passed, his steam-powered inventions became more advanced and helped us build an army that could at least defend England from the creatures. However, with one dead, it was as if three more emerged. As of late, it seemed that more automatons were in need, and it had been over a year since a new model was made.

Many stories about how the zombies came to be floated around. The most popular story became the gossip of a voodoo queen who obtained the souls of unsuspecting humans. It had been said that she captured the victim’s shadow, and then, little by little, took hold of their body until she possessed the entire person. The person would die, and the voodoo queen would raise them from the grave later that night and put them into a comatose trance. Which turned them into a slave, needing only needed human brains, flesh, and blood to survive.

After that, the voodoo queen’s curse passed from the zombie to whatever human it drew blood from. One would become nothing more than an animated corpse soon to haunt the streets in tattered rags without any memory of whom or what they once were…or, at least, that was the rumor. Soldiers searched for the queen behind the wreckage, but not much was found to prove it.

There was no other explanation, and the Royal Family was known for their secrets and keeping their people calm…well, calmer state by never acknowledging such a person existed. I could imagine the riots that would ensue, people searching any house they pleased to find out where she was.

For a moment I stopped brushing my hair. I must say, I do wonder if their soul was trapped inside their body, and they realize everything they are doing even though they don’t really want to do it. They’re just remnants of a person who once was, dreaming of death as their flesh rots, entirely subservient and bound to the ascendancy of that wicked queen.

People had whispered that they have seen her; she was said to have on a ball gown made of spider web and goblin silk, dirty matted hair twisted into dreadlocks, wild eyes that flashed red when looked into directly and dark skin that was no smoother than that of an alligator. Or so people alleged. I wasn’t sure anyone could see such a woman and not fall over dead where they stood! How ghastly it would be. I shuddered at the thought and put my brush down.

The idea was less speculation since the outbreak began in London instead of somewhere else around the world.

My bay window beckoned to me. Sitting on the thin cushion, I pressed my finger against the glass filled with condensation and pushed open the French-style window. Zombies had yet to climb trees to get to anyone so I didn’t fear my window being open.

“I see you are home safe.”

I covered my mouth before a small yelp came from me. When I scanned the street, I noticed Aeron leaning against a small tree. “Go away.” I tried to keep my voice low so my father wouldn’t hear.

“I only wanted to make sure I had not gone out of my way for you to get into trouble a few steps from your house, Miss Knight.”

He must have read my surname off our plaque. Shaking my head, I pulled the window shut and took to my bed, raising the covers high over my body. “What an annoying boy.”

Still, he did save my life, the little voice in my head said as I stared up at the canopy above.

Why did I treat him so harshly when he only wanted to keep me alive? I turned on my side and hugged my pillow tighter. Maybe it had been the suddenness of it all. I became caught up in the moment, truly upset with myself for being so naive and using him to take my anger out on him instead of berating myself. I was such a clever girl. He was still a stupid boy though.

Sleep swept over me after that, and it wasn’t until the sun rose that I did as well. My wrinkled sheets testified to my tossing and turning all night. It would take a warm bath and a good breakfast to brighten my mood.

My father, Julian Knight, was already at the breakfast table when I trotted into the room. I wavered for a moment, unsure if he wanted my company after the tiff we had last night. Without so much as a glance at me, he kept his nose buried in the morning paper while the maid pulled out my chair. He could have at least stood when I entered the room, but it was just the two of us, and dispensed formalities if he was being stubborn and only the two of us witnessed the lack of manners.

I buttered a slice of darkened bread.

“Good morning, Father,” I offered to no avail. God, the man could be a mule. “Mrs. North told me to send her greetings. Both Mrs. North and Emily were invited to the party being thrown at Duke Pyle’s residence this weekend. Did we receive an invitation? I was more than mortified that I couldn’t answer such a question.”

His eyes stared at me over his round glasses before he folded the paper and putting it off to the side. “I believe we were invited. I, however, am unsure if I should allow you to accompany me to such an event.” Taking a sip of tea, he wiggled his salt and pepper mustache that matched his neatly trimmed hair. “You have been all over the place lately. Ever since…” His thin lips became a line, and his hazel eyes, which I had inherited, scanned the room. “Ever since the incident.”

My heart fluttered, and warmth overtook my face. “Father, please…” The water forming in my eyes begged to be set free, but I shut them firmly to bargain them away. “I know I let you down last night, but I only let the time slip away because I was with Emily. I will not let it happen again.” Letting the breath of resistance toward my father’s rules dissipate, I got up and made my way over to him. From behind, I wrapped my arms around his wide shoulders and put my chin on top. “Please, Papa?” My voice was but a whimper: soft, sweet, like a child asking for a puppy. “I will be ever so good.”

His cheeks rose high against mine, and I knew I had him. “Fi-i-i-ine. But until then, if you as much as disobey the tiniest of rules, I will have you locked up for a month!”

My father’s rough grey suit was comforting against my skin as I held him firmly for a moment. When I had been a little girl, I would race to let him pick me up into his arms and hold me close after coming home from a long day. His bright tie had the color of a butterfly’s golden wings with a black top hat and goggles he wore when riding on top his steed. He could be such a gracious father at times.

“Thank you, Papa!” I raced back to my seat with a smile. “This is going to be so much fun.” Bouncing a few times in my chair, I took a couple pieces of bacon and munched quietly.

Duke and Duchess Pyle were the richest in the entire district, and it was more than an honor to be invited to an event held by them. Even people from Paris would travel the miles to be here for the evening, zombies or no zombies. It would mean buying a new dress, and for me, that was the best part.

“Don’t forget about helping with the dishes when you are finished.”

My shoulders slumped. I had hoped he would have forgotten that little tidbit.

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Lady Amber Tour’s Hosts: Heather Van Fleet’s Seizing Fate (Predetermined, #2)

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Seizing Fate (Predetermined Series: Book Two)
Author: Heather Van Fleet
Young Adult Paranormal Romance
October 8, 2013
Published by Sunshine Press
Hosted by Lady Amber’s Tours

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Blurb:

And you thought Emmy’s life was a hot mess before…

Jack’s gone off to Arizona with his brother, but for how long? Emmy doesn’t have a clue. In his place, though, is Zachary. The whiny, miserable, alpha wolf–boy who is more than ready to take on the duty of her mate/boyfriend — if she’d let him, that is. But the last thing Emmy wants is to deal with a boy who believes that the world should fall solely at his feet whenever he demands it.

But hey, at least her step–douche is gone, and her life is back to an almost normal sense, right?

Wrong again, Emmy’s life will never again be normal…

With her Uncle Prick in town and her best friend acting as secretive as ever, Emmy finds new challenges to overcome — challenges that no seventeen–year–old girl should ever have to deal with. For one thing, what is up with her dream–liaison status anyway? What does it mean, really? And why does her little brother have to go through it too? And then there’s her mom. The lady is acting a tad bit odd, to put it nicely. After all these years, she finally wants to step up and be a parental figure? Heck no! Emmy’s definitely not copacetic with that idea. 

But with the bad, there’s got to be some good out there for her somewhere, right?

Add in the wolves, witches, drama, and lots of kisses and you get Emmy the Extraordinaire, the girl with strawberry–colored hair, and a chip on her shoulder. She’s finally on her way to finding out what her life and her future both have in store for her, even if the road to getting there is nowhere near as easy as she hoped it would be. But Emmy is tough, and more than ready to take on life with her bare hands. 

It’s just too bad she’s madly, desperately, insanely in love with a boy who insists on making her life both a miserable hell and utter perfection at the same time.

 

Amazon buy link for Resisting Fate: http://www.amazon.com/Resisting-Fate-Predetermined-ebook/dp/B00DNTHLA2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1379642159&sr=8-1&keywords=heather+van+fleet 

 

Goodreads link for Seizing Fate: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18365237-seizing-fate

Goodreads link for Resisting Fate: (Book one) http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17185667-resisting-fate

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About the author:

Heather Van Fleet currently reside in northern Illinois, with her three little ladies, and fabulous hubby, and high school sweetheart, Chris. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader by night.

She’s always had a soft spot in her heart for books, and has been creating her own little stories since the age of seven. But she never really had the confidence or the time to actually sit down and really do something about it until her youngest daughter Isabella was born just two years ago. Bella, as well as her older sisters Kelsey and Emma, are and always will be her greatest inspirations.

Author Links:
Website   Goodreads   Facebook

 

Buy Links:

Amazon 

Barnes&Noble

Excerpt:

Pressure, fire, wetness, tongues — single words were all I could think as our mouths battled. God, I’d never been kissed like this before. Ever, and if we stopped, I’d die a happy woman from his lips touching mine alone. He tugged his hand into the back of my hair, pulling my chin upwards, yanking me towards him. I clawed at his shirt, ready to rip it from his massive body. I pulled at his jacket first, lowering it over his shoulders until it fell to the floor. The buttons jingled against the tile, scattering over our feet. Damn, if he didn’t care about his signature black coat falling apart, then I had to wonder what else I could get away with. 

 

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More Listed Characters for the Interview

As promised, the final list of characters I’m interviewing. Ready? See below!

 

Sabaksa’s Tale by J. A. Campbell 

Sabaska's Tale (Tales of the Travelers, #1)

Interview includes: The one and only Sabaska, Anna, and Cahir.

Want to learn more about Sabaska’s world? How Anna is dealing with Cahir’s betrayal? Why Cahir decided to help Anna in the end?   List questions in comments.

 

My Soul to Keep by Sean Hayden

My Soul to Keep (Rise of the Fallen, #1)

See Sean’s witty characters chat it up: Connor, Clarisse, Caelyn and of course, Jessica will be there supporting Connor 😉 

 

The Lady Astronomer by Katy O’Dowd

The Lady Astronomer

Meet Katy’s crazy, fun characters: Freddie, Lucretia, and we can’t have one without the other, we’ll also chat with the lemur, and the owl!

 

Now, on to my characters from Hope’s Decree

Hope's Decree (Fated, #1)

Trinity, Blain, and it wouldn’t be the same without Morpheus.

Eek! I can’t wait to have all these great character’s over. The interview’s will be up next month, so be sure to keep checking in. 

Have a great weekend!

 

 

Want to ask your favorite character a specific question? Be sure to leave them in the comments. 

Character Interviews from Joanne Wadsworth, Jen Wylie, Laura Thalassa and MORE!

Okay, I’ve updated my FB page, but neglected my blog ~shakes head~ Sorry for being a slacker. I’m hosting a HUGE, and I mean HUGE character interview up in here. Below is a partial list of authors and their characters. 

Warrior by Joanne Wadsworth

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Silas, Hope, Faith (possibly another guest will pop in)

Wanna ask Silas how he dealt with being soul-bound to Hope? Or maybe how Hope is dealing with meeting her sister and mom? 

 

The Broken Ones (Broken Aro and Broken Prince) by Jen Wylie

Broken Prince

Aro, Kei, and Prince

Want to know how Prince is doing since leaving Aro? Maybe how Kei feels about the prophecies? Or how Aro is able to keep going?

The Unearthly by Laura Thalassa

The Unearthly (The Unearthly, #1)

Gabrielle, Andre, and Oliver!

Wanna know why Andre killed one of his own? Want to learn more about Oliver’s fabulous fashion style? Is Gabrielle being a ‘soul mate’ causing her major problems? 

 

I’ve more authors and their characters joining in the fun, too! Julie Campbell, Sean Hayden, Katy O’Dowd…and me, duh. 😉 I’ll post the remaining list of amazing characters by the weekend (keep fingers crossed I don’t forget). If you want to ask a certain character a question, jot it down in the comments and I’ll be sure to send it along. 

 

Have a great Hump Day!

My Soul to Keep by Sean Hayden now available in Audio!

I’m soooo excited!

Author Jen Wylie's Blog

Holy Smokes! Sean Hayden’s book, My Soul to Keep, is now in Audio! Go get your copy today! Congrats Sean!!

 

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Written by: Sean Hayden

Narrated by: Ren Ruiz

Length: 6 hrs and 25 mins

Series: Rise of the Fallen, Book 1

Format: Unabridged

Available at: [Audible][Amazon][iTunes]

(coming soon to Amazon and iTunes!)

It was only a wish. Connor Sullivan was painfully average. The very highlight of his existence was going to school, doing homework, and playing video games. He thought nothing would ever change that. Unfortunately, homework usually screws everything up.

A cut, some blood, and a hastily scrawled promise to sell his soul for his fondest wish… and all hell breaks loose. Literally.

The Demons take him up on his offer.

In a last ditch effort to keep his soul, he wishes to become one of the demons, or Fallen as they call themselves. Connor thought he…

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Lady Amber’s Tours Presents Curse of the Best Book Blitz by Ashley Laverino

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Curse of the Beast is Free on Amazon, October 18-20! 

 

Don’t miss your chance to grab this young adult paranormal romance

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Retelling of Beauty and the Beast with a werewolf twist. 

 

 

 

 

A dark shadow stalks the night, watching her—waiting to claim what is his. 

Seventeen-year-old Tayla Jonas longs for a simple life, but an ancient curse forces a werewolf to hunt her, to claim what is his. Will Tayla be strong enough to survive the Curse of the Beast? Or will it consume her like so many before? Find out in the first installment of this unique retelling of Beauty and the Beast. **2012 Whitney Award Nominee**

 

Curse of the Beast (bk 1) 

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Star Cursed (bk2) 

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After Star (bk3) Coming April 2014

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About the Author

In addition to being a mother and wife, I teach at a charter school and enjoy scuba diving. I love to be adventurous and try new and exciting things. Some of the things I have done are sky diving, glacier hiking, cave spelunking, and kayaking on the ocean. I want to experience the world but will never be able to see it all so I write. It is like the world is at my figure tips when I open a word document and delve into another story.  Oh, the places you’ll go as Dr. Seuss says.

Books that are like mine: Beastly by Flinn, Alex;  Scarlette by Davonna Juroe; Hemlock by Kathleen Peacock, Dragon Rose by Christine Pope, Scarlet Moon (Once upon a Time) by Debbie Viguié

 

Click your way into a great read and let the curse claim you!

 

 

 

 

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simple life, but an ancient curse forces a werewolf to hunt her, to claim what

is his. Will Tayla be strong enough to survive the Curse of the Beast? Or will

it consume her like so many before? Find out in the first installment of this

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wife, I teach at a charter school and enjoy scuba diving. I love to be

adventurous and try new and exciting things. Some of the things I have done are

sky diving, glacier hiking, cave spelunking, and kayaking on the ocean. I want

to experience the world but will never be able to see it all so I write. It is

like the world is at my figure tips when I open a word document and delve into

another story.<span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”>&nbsp; </span>Oh, the places you’ll go

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Flinn, Alex;<span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”>&nbsp; </span><em>Scarlette</em> by Davonna Juroe;

<em>Hemlock</em> by Kathleen Peacock, <em>Dragon Rose</em> by Christine Pope, <em>Scarlet Moon</em> (Once

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Lady Amber’s Tours Presents: Happily Every Afterlife Release Day Blitz

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Happily Ever Afterlife

Anthology

Edited by Untold Press

In Support of the Boston Children’s Hospital:

Troy Lambert, author the The Angel, will be donating 50% of his Happily Ever Afterlife royalties to the Boston Children’s Hospital. Untold press has pledged to match his donation.  J.A. Campbell, author of The Baron and the Firebird, will also be donating 50% of her royalties! Pick up your copy today and support a great cause!

Donations can also be made here: http://howtohelp.childrenshospital.org/events/page/Troy-Lambert/HappilyEverAfterlife.htm

Happy Afterlife

Blurbs

Revisit your favorite childhood fairy tales…with a paranormal twist. Eight classic stories rewritten by eight talented authors with one common theme, they all feature the undead. From angels to vampires and ghosts to zombies, you’ll be sure to fall in love with the classics all over again and quickly learn that even the undead can have a happily ever after.

In the Belly of the Wolf by Amanda Carman

Don’t talk to strangers.  Don’t stray from the path. If you do, the wolf will eat you. Once swallowed, you will be trapped forever in the dark and musty limbo of the belly of the wolf, a larger and more crowded world than you ever suspected. You can’t blame him, though. After all, wolves will be wolves.

The Glass Coffin by Emmalyn Greyson

When Marianna’s stepmother betrays her by having her turned into a vampire, she must flee home and the love of her life. Darren, her werewolf lover, believes he’s found a cure. Will it lead to heartache or happily ever after?

Hans and the Best Day Ever by G.L. Jackson

After a seven-year apprenticeship with the Boss Lady, Hans decides it’s time to go home. Accompanied by Gabe, the two boys make their way back to the house in the woods where they hope to find Hans’ mother. Gabe is never at a loss for words but Hans is always quick to act on what might either be a fantastic idea…or the worst idea ever.

The Baron and the Firebird by J.A. Campbell

In the depths of the Russian wilderness, Baron Pyotr Vasilyev does his best to care for his people but his long years weigh heavily and he’s beginning to lose his taste for life. The only things that keep him going are his devotion to duty and his magical cherries. When his cherries go missing the thief turns out to be the Firebird. The desire to hear her sing one last time drives him through the centuries.

Clara and the Coon by M.K. Boise

Clara is born the height of a quarter–an abomination to the village of Fankfret. On the outskirts of town, she’s left to die in a hole that’s the size of a teapot. She soon learns her story is far from over though. Getting eaten by a raccoon is just the beginning.

Blood Borne Pathogen by Shoshanah Holl

Javier is too young to be waiting for death, but in the hospital battling late-stage AIDs there isn’t room for much else in his mind. A mysterious woman begins visiting him and they form a strange friendship. Aurora only comes to visit after the sun goes down, leaving long before dawn. On the Day of the Dead, they both face the choice between life, death…and what comes after.

In Spite of Fire by Tilly Boscott

Alice’s husband, Henry, died, leaving her to wander the world alone, searching for a way to bring him back. When she stumbles upon village gossip describing a place where ghosts dwell, she sets off to find her lost love. Instead of her husband, she discovers a ghost with eyes of fire, keen on the contents of a ragged tree. Alice clambers into an adventure of fear, darkness and true love.

The Angel by Troy Lambert

Abel is a poor urchin, trying to survive on the streets with only his wits to protect him and a tiny garden of struggling flowers to bring him pleasure. Zach is a young boy struggling in the fight of his life against the blight of cancer who wants to see the flowers of spring one last time. It seems inevitable that these young souls will soon leave the earth. But what awaits them in the beyond?

Ebook Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Happily-Ever-Afterlife-ebook/dp/B00FWFKZK8

Print: 12.99

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Happy Afterlife

Lady Amber’s Tours Cover Reveal of: A Long Time Coming

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Heather Van Fleet

A Long Time Coming  (Perfect Timing Series #2)

New Adult Contemporary Romance

Releasing November 12, 2013 by Sunshine Press Publishing

 

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Blurb

Abigail Orson has a problem. A love problem to be exact. And she has absolutely no idea how to go about fixing it.

For years now, she’s been chasing her best friend’s brother––demanding things from him that he’s never wanted to give. For one? A real relationship that stems well beyond that dreaded ‘just friend’s’ zone. You see, David Anderson is her perfection to a T. The one and only guy that’s ever had the ability to make her heart beat faster––make her toes curl with the simple blink of his long, girly lashes. But David is also a recovering amputee, and the only thing he really wants out of Abigail, is to be left alone. Abigail’s a fighter though, and losing the one guy who has ruined her for every other man is no longer an option.

He’s a waste of space. A guy with one leg who has lost his motivation to live––to love––to be a man in general. If only the beautiful girl, of his unattainable dreams, would get that through her perfect, blonde, stubborn head! He’s not the right guy for Abigail––he’ll never be worthy of what she deserves. But staying away is almost impossible, especially when he’s just as in love with her as she is him. But Abigail has a life ahead of her––one that’s definitely livable without a nineteen year old gimp like him holding her down. What makes her want to stick around is beyond questionable anymore.

Choices will be made. Lines will be drawn. And the two of them will face challenges that nobody saw coming. David and Abigail may have had thirteen years to fall in love, but the thing is, timing and love have never exactly worked in their favor either…

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18365239-a-long-time-coming

 

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Heather Van Fleet currently reside in northern Illinois, with her three little ladies, and fabulous hubby, and high school sweetheart, Chris. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader by night.

She’s always had a soft spot in her heart for books, and has been creating her own little stories since the age of seven. But she never really had the confidence or the time to actually sit down and really do something about it until her youngest daughter Isabella was born just two years ago. Bella, as well as her older sisters Kelsey and Emma, are and always will be her greatest inspirations.

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Exciting Excerpt

He made it to his feet, swaying slightly to the side, just as she reached out a hand to steady him. Her brows drifted together, her lips were pursed to kill. All sass and spice––the girl was straight up sex in a sweater dress. “And what is that supposed to mean?” She stood with her hands at her hips. David narrowed his eyes as her neckline slipped lower. He traced the edge with his gaze, wishing it was his fingers instead. 

“It just means that you’re trying to mess with my head.”

She scoffed, pressing her hand over the dip of that crack he wanted to keep ogling. Damn. That was twice now in a span of two seconds that he imagined touching that very spot. This time though, he wasn’t thinking about using his hands… He sucked in a gasp and released a quiet groan at the thought. Yeah, he was in a shit ton of trouble with this girl. 

But really though, what was new?

 

 

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Book Review of The Unearthly by Laura Thalassa

The Unearthly (The Unearthly, #1)

Goodreads Summary 

The first time I was declared dead, I lost my past. The second time, I lost my humanity. Now I’m being hunted, and if I die again, my soul is up for forfeit.

After enrolling in Peel Academy, an elite supernatural boarding school on the British Isles, the last of the sirens, Gabrielle Fiori, only wants to fit in. Instead, the elixir meant to awaken her supernatural abilities kills her.

When Gabrielle wakes up in the morgue twelve hours later, something wicked is awakened in her, something even the supernatural community has never seen before. Now the only person who can help her is Andre de Leon, the community’s infamous bad boy and the king of vampires.

Yet even his help can’t prevent the repeated attempts on Gabrielle’s life. Someone is after her, and they will stop at nothing to end her short existence. Only Gabrielle cannot let that happen now that her soul hangs in the balance, because she may have met the devil. And he wants her. Bad.

Book Review

***5 Alien Stars***

I’ve read many books, however, The Unearthly took me by surprise. . .in a good way. The world Laura created is poignant, unique, quirky, clever, and highly addicting.

Gabrielle is an amazing young woman who’s life is about to change, forever. Her acceptance to Peel Academy is a new start, a way to fit in…but at what cost?

Leanne and Oliver, Gabrielle’s newest friends, are such a hoot! Leanne takes Gabrielle under wing, so to speak, right away. Oliver seriously cracks me up! His spunky attitude sticks with you till the end.

Andre de Leon ~sigh~ is such an arrogant jerk, as most wealthy, sexy bachelors tend to be. However, underneath his rough exterior is a soft, lovable. . .vampire. King of Vampires to be exact. The tension flowing between him and Gabrielle constantly drove me crazy. You know when you read a book and you scream, “Just kiss her already!” Well, I really, really wanted to yell at the two of them. A lot.

Once Gabrielle discovers what type of school Peel Academy really is and what she is, everything changes.

Gabrielle’s life is in grave danger from one page to the next. Action upon action creates a nice heart racing experience while reading this book. The question throughout has you jumping from one suspect to the next. Problem being, our yummy Andre is listed as a suspect as well. 😦

The end creeps up on you, leaving you a bit breathless. So many factors bring a good deal of WTH while reading and in the end, you lose it. I want more. Scratch that, I NEED more, and I oh so desperately NEED Gabrielle and Andre to….. Sorry, can’t spoil it for ya 😉

Want to learn more about Laura and her books? Check out the links below:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Laura-Thalassa/672696219413344

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7152490.Laura_Thalassa

Website: http://laurathalassa.blogspot.com

Interview with author Jen Wylie

Did y’all watch the youtube link I posted before this? No? Well, go listen and then come back and read this interview. 😉

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Jen, thanks for chatting with us 😀

Q: I’ve read both Broken Aro and Broken Prince and loved them so much! Do have a particular section you enjoyed writing most?

A: My favorites were the most emotional scenes, the ones between Aro and Kei, and Aro and Prince. I think one of my favorites was in Broken Aro when Kei was trapped in his fury and Aro begged Kei to come back to her and that he would never hurt her.

I LOVE the emotional scenes!

Q: How many books will be in this series?

A: The original plan was three. However… I tend to write a lot and the stories and characters fight me to end, so The Broken Ones could end up being four books. Writing this I’m on Ch 6 of book three, and there is still a lot that needs to happen, so we’ll see!

I can’t decide if I am happy or frustrated with your answer. ~crosses arms over chest~

Q: Do you have a title in mind for the third book? Will there be any new characters to fall in love/hate with?

A: The current possible title is Broken Kei, however it will also depend on if the story finishes with this book or not.

There will be a number of new minor characters, but I’m most excited to introduce the Were king! (I still haven’t decided on a name for him yet. ~sigh~)

I can’t wait to read about the new Were King! I love the idea of the next book being named, Broken Kei. Seems fitting. 😀 

Q: So, you are great (maybe a little too great) at putting your characters (Aro) through hell. Will there be the same level of, “holy crap I can’t believe she did that,” in the next installment to this awesome series?

A: Um…yes. I hope so. This book has a lot more about Kei and what he’s going through (even though it is still from Aro’s POV)

On a happy note, I am planning some ‘good’ things to happen to certain characters too, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.

Well, crap! Not sure what to think? Hurry up and write this darn book, woman!

Q: Do your character reflect any people close to you? If so, who?

A: Aro has a bit of me in her, and Kei and Prince both reflect a bit of a certain someone special to me. For the most part my characters create themselves and I don’t really base them off of anyone.

Cool!

Q: I’m a total romance junkie, what genre of books do you prefer reading?

A: Fantasy, paranormal etc… preferably with romance! I’m a sucker for romance. I also love a good evil character (or bad boy).

Who doesn’t love a good, bad boy.  

Q: Outside of writing, what do you do?

A: Edit. Market. Spend too much time on Facebook. Talk to my sweetie. I read a lot. Of course this is all between being a Mom. I Love my boys!

Q: What time of day do you prefer to write?

A: Evenings, though lately I’ve been having some luck in the morning (after a few cups of coffee of course)

Coffee is a must here, too. 

Q: What type of music do you listen to and do you have to have it playing while writing?

A: I can’t listen to music WHILE I write. I need quiet. However, I plan out scenes in my head before time, kind of like a movie in my head, and then write it down. The ‘movie’ ideas I often get from music, the tone of the scene,  or sometimes a line of lyrics will give me an idea for a scene or a character.

Ooh! Movie scenes! For The Broken Ones…

***Spoiler Alert***

Q: I love Aro! She’s such a strong and amazing character. BUT! I think what we mouthwatering fans want to know is, will she and Prince find their way back together? What about Kei? He’s such a great friend…but there were times when I held my breath and wondered if he would move out of the infamous friend zone. Can you give us a teeny, tiny, itsy bitsy little hint?

A: Hmm… what to say and not give everything away. This is hard since I’m not done the book either, LOL. Currently in my head… part of the prophecy will be Aro must make a choice. As the story progresses the reader will see why this will be so difficult for her.

~sigh~ No big news of Aro and Prince, but I’m crossing my fingers and toes this said ‘choice’ Aro must make will have to do with Prince (and in a good way).

Q: What will you be releasing next?

A: Hopefully, my next release will be my Tales of Ever novella series, re-edited, new cover and bundled together. 

YAY! I’m super excited to read the ‘updated’ series. Thank you for sharing your great news with us. 

Fun Questions:

Rain or Sun? SUN!

Favorite color? Black

Are you superstitious? Moderately.

Pizza or spaghetti? Spaghetti, I can’t eat dairy (no cheese for me)

Snow-cone or ice cream. Snow cone (see above)

Favorite holiday? Christmas!

Did you watch and listen to the youtube video? (Yes, this is a subliminal message. No, I’m not sure I’m supposed to say that, but whatever. Continue reading till the end.)

Want to learn more about our fabulous author and her books? Check out the links below.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Wylie/151266004895266

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4499919.Jen_Wylie

Website: http://www.jenwylie.com

Untold Press: http://untoldpress.com

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jen-Wylie/e/B004HQ9XD8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Twitter: @jen_wylie

Did you watch the youtube video? Well, watch and listen to it again. When you’re done, go to Jen’s FB page (^^her link is listed above^^) and bug her. Really! Bug her to finish writing the next installment to the Broken Ones. (Sorry, Jen, but how else am I going to get you to finish, eh? Love ya!)

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