Lady Amber’s Tours Hosts Konstanz Silverbow’s: Only Half Alive



Only Half Alive  by Konstanz Silverbow 

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Hosted by Lady Amber’s Tours



The world’s darkest creature will be their brightest hope! 

While darkness haunts her, she craves the light. Christina is a demon, but she doesn’t want to be. She is willing to sacrifice everything to change it. Only one person stands in her way, and he will stop at nothing to keep her the way she is.

The greatest battle of light vs dark threatens every living creature, a battle that could destroy all. And the demon in love will only have one chance to save everyone.

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Author Bio: 



Konstanz Silverbow has always been a dreamer . . . but not a writer. Being an author was something she was dragged into. But since that day, she hasn’t stopped. It has become more than a hobby, it is a passion. 

During the day Konstanz works, making jewelry, playing the violin, collecting dragons, and learning all she can about medieval weapons. But at night she creates made up worlds and places where those dragons come to life and the weapons are used in battle.”


Young adult fantasy, paranormal with a dash of romance author, Konstanz Silverbow; Proud Creator of magical worlds, fictional creatures, ideal super heroes and sarcasm since 2007!

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Blooper: I lifted my SHIT over my head. WTH?

So, I have a few things going on in this post. A chapter from Blain’s POV, but first, some bloopers…

I lifted my shit over my head to dry my face. Something hit me, a feeling. <<Um, I have an aversion with the letter R? I did the SAME thing in Hope’s Decree. ~smh~ 

and another….

She’d barley been able to hold steady her created weapon of choice. <<I think I wanted a beer? Isn’t beer made from barely or is it wheat or both? Either way it’s strange because I don’t drink beer…I prefer wine or Jack and coke, but mostly coffee. That’s it for me being goofy…for now because I’m sure it’ll happen again.  

On to my other news: I wrote a short chapter (from Hope’s Decree) from Blain’s perspective for my friend, Mia because she’s awesome and she LOVED the book. Her blog site is so much fun and she hosts tons of giveaways. Be sure to check her out (her sticker site thingy is on my page. All you have to do is click on it). 

Now, Krystal Clear Book Blog asked me to pick different actors for each character in Hope’s Decree…I chose Chace Crawford as Blain. What do y’all think? Yes…No?   

Blain’s POV (visual-aid to help)

End of Chapter 9 ~ Camp Hell 


Unlike mortals I couldn’t read Trinity’s mind, it was blocked from me. However, there were moments when her emotions came through so clearly, I knew precisely what she thought. 

Earlier when I’d cut her arm, she instantly became enraged and exactly why I’d done it. Trinity’s emotions were a direct link to her abilities and she needed to tap into her powers. Feeding off her heated emotions, she allowed herself to give in and our training session was underway.

By the end of the afternoon Trinity’s arms fell to her sides. She’d barely been able to hold steady her created weapon of choice. Her clothes and hair stuck to her skin from sweat, making her like a beautiful warrior princess. I shook my head, pushing all thoughts of how amazing she was out of my head.

She bent over. “Blain. I…need…to…rest.” Automatically I thought to charge her, but she’d probably welcome being knocked out. She’d done well today and deserved a break. I gave in.

“I think you’re right.”

Her stunned expression when she peaked up made me smile. Her cheeks flushed. I’d spend everyday making her blush if…if I could admit how I felt about her. No, I needed to be her protector and nothing more. Being involved would only create problems. 

“Thanks,” she said, relaxing her shoulders. I gave a curt nod and made myself busy by putting away the weapons in my bag. 

The sun seemed to beat down hotter and beads of moisture slid into my eyes. I lifted my shirt over my head to dry my face. Something hit me, a feeling. The magic of this place heightened our senses and there was no mistaking what I felt or the person those feelings came from. Yeah, she wanted me, badly. 

I turned and looked in her direction, but she was too busy checking me out to notice at first. She Snapped out of her lingering gaze, her eyes wide and her entire face covered in crimson. So beautiful. 

“I think we should go back to the truck. I need to get home,” she said, quick and breathless. I did my best not to laugh. When she wasn’t being stubborn, she was absolutely adorable. 

“Sure,” I agreed.  Trinity walked over and helped finish piling the weapons into the bag, though she made sure to keep her distance. After dropping the set of numb chucks into the pile, I noticed the dried blood on her arm. I clenched my jaw. The cut looked deeper than I’d thought.  

“Let me see your arm.” Trinity looked at me with confusion and I pointed to the ripped sleeve.

“Um, I think it’ll be okay. I’ll just clean it when I get home.” She was nervous. God help me because I liked making her feel that way. Before I let her talk me out of it, I held my ground and stepped closer. 

“I’m not asking.” Carefully, I pushed the fabric up, not wanting to hurt her any more than necessary. 

Anytime we touched a connection pulsed between us, but here in the clearing, the connection turned into a carnivorous need. As if she were my first and last breath of fresh air and without her, I’d suffocate.

“I can heal this,” I said, my voice thick and low. “This place enhances my abilities.” My heart raced like jackhammer inside my chest as I slowly covered her cut with my hand. Immediate heat and fire seeped from me to her and Trinity’s skin began to glow under my hand. 

I heard her quick gasp and then her legs weakened.Without thinking I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her tight against my chest. To be honest, I didn’t want her any other place. Her heart beat as quick as mine.

Trinity lifted her gaze and I stared into her soft golden-brown eyes. I wanted to lean forward and feel the pressure of her full lips against mine. Then, like a volcano, her emotions exploded and our powers merged.

  Even stranger as our hearts began to beat in time with the other. I wanted her like nothing I’d ever wanted before. Time slowed. Her desire mixed with mine pressured us closer. I should’ve stopped. I should’ve pushed her away, but she held me captive with her eyes. 

I felt my oath—to only be her protector—slip, but then she moved and the spell broke. 

I forced myself away, containing the ache of immediately wanting her back. I took slow, deliberate breaths to recover the cold feelings she ejected at me. Trinity glanced at the healed cut on her arm, shocked. Her body began to shake and her eyes misted. I didn’t dare touch her or move closer, even though every piece of me begged to comfort her. 

She continued trembling. I clenched my hands into fists. “Trinity,” I said, my voice strained.

“I’m fine.” With furious speed she turned her back and headed for the path of trees in front of us. “I want to go home.” Shame, embarrassment and hurt shot out from her, and a shiver of ice pierced my heart. I should’ve tried to explain why I denied her, but at that moment I wasn’t sure who I’d be convincing. Me or Trinity? 

I needed a minute to regroup and watched her from afar, taking in the sway of way her hips, and the sun glinting through her sandy-blonde hair. When I felt certain I could contain my feelings, I caught up with her and walked back to my truck.

During the hour or so ride back into town neither of us spoke. The silence gave me time to think of what to say, only when I attempted to open my mouth, I drew up a blank. The only thing on my mind were her lips, or the way her body felt pressed against mine. I thought when we’d driven away from the magical infused clearing I’d be able to block out how much I wanted her. Only it didn’t work that way. 

The next thing I knew we were parked in her driveway. I gulped, ready to say something, but she beat me to it. Kind of.

“Uh…” She didn’t finish and I stepped in. 

“What are you doing later?” What the hell? I hadn’t meant to ask her that.

Trinity turned to face me. “I’m going bowling with everyone.” Everyone included Trevor, her mortal boyfriend. I gnashed my teeth together to keep from shouting. Right then I couldn’t look at her and turned my attention to the houses across the street. 

“Oh, okay.” She’d made the right choice…even though it sucked ass. 

“Yeah,” she opened the cab door, “whatever.” I glanced at her, then wished I hadn’t. Pain and hurt lined her face, splintering my soul. Her expressive eyes haunted me and I looked away, refusing to stop her.

She needed to leave, and soon before I ended up taking her in my arms and making her forget his name. I counted slowly in my head to keep from looking at her, again. 

I could feel her frustration. Giving up, she jumped out and slammed my door shut. Good thing car manufacturers knew how to make sturdy vehicles back in the day. I allowed myself one quick glance, and found her slamming the front door shut. 

I drove back to my house. The floral shampoo she used and the hint of strawberry scented lipgloss she always wore lingered in the tiny space, torturing me. Quick as lightening, I opened the door and headed inside my house.  


Chapter 10 ~ Crossroads


I should have known she’d be a pain in my ass. I’d never been around anyone more stubborn or frustrating to deal with. I could see the Gods laughing at me from above. Blonde hair, full, moist lips, emotionally charged eyes, and soft skin haunted me for hours. 

I worked up a sweat practicing combat moves on dummies in my backyard. When that didn’t help make me forget her, I mowed the lawn. I never mowed the lawn. Nothing seemed to help wash the memory of her away. Parched and covered in dirt and grass, I headed inside to wash up. 

I welcomed the hot rushing water and rested my head against the shower wall. For the first time since I’d dropped Trinity off I felt relaxed. 

The front door opened and closed and I finished up my somewhat relaxing shower. After dressing in my room, I walked out to the living room. 

“Hey. I thought I’d go into the city tonight,” Melia said when I walked in.

“Yeah, okay. Any new leads?” A new lead was the perfect distraction. Melia turned around and smiled.

“Eager to destroy tonight?” 

“Something like that.” 

“Hmm, why don’t you go instead?” Melia cocked her brow, waiting for my reply. 

“Yeah, sure. Why not.” 

“Perfect. Keep me posted on your progress.” I nodded and turned to leave the living room when she stopped me.

“Have you made progress with the girl?” My shoulders tensed. 

“She has a name.” I worked my shoulders and shook my hands to keep from reacting. 

“What does it matter as long as she figures out how to wield her powers?” Whipping around, I moved in front of her. Inches from Melia’s face, so she could see my expression clearly, leaving her no room to doubt how close I was to kicking her ass.

“We’ve been over this before. Trinity is important to the lives of every mortal on earth.” And mine, though I kept that fact silent. “Her gift is growing, but she isn’t strong enough yet and I will not throw her into battle until I know she’s ready.” I could feel the energy coursing inside of me, ready to strike at any second. Why couldn’t Melia get it through her thick head that I would not risk Trinity’s life? “This discussion is over…understood?” Melia cocked her head to the side, contemplating what to say. If she was smart, she’d think carefully before answering. 

“Of course.” She smiled. “I’d never risk her life.” We stared at the other for a long minute and then Melia turned and hurried away. 

Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, I knew Trinity would be meeting everyone any minute now. I made a quick decision to check on her before hunting. Grabbing my keys on the coffee-table, I headed out. 

The traffic was slow and I made it to the bowling alley in no time. I parked next to Trinity’s bug, but didn’t get out. 

“Dammit!” I hit the steering-wheel. I needed to check on her, but I didn’t have to let her see me. After I made sure she was okay, I’d leave. With my plan set, I stepped out into the night air, thinking back on the day.

Being near Trinity today, touching her, every second with her drove me crazy. Something happened when I healed her wound today. I’d lived longer than one person should, but I’d never had such strong feelings before. To say she affected me was an understatement, and knowing she was on a date with Trevor made me….well, I wanted to hurt him. She deserved more than he could give her. No, I couldn’t allow myself to think that way. 

Reaching the front doors, I paused before walking in. Even from this distance I could feel her….she was happy. Anger rose and I pushed the doors open, following the connection between us. 

Once inside, it didn’t take long to find her. With my enhanced vision I could see her from across the room. Trevor leaned in and kissed her. As if seeing him with his tongue down her throat wasn’t bad enough, I watched her grip the front of his shirt and pull him closer. 

Something in me snapped. I had one goal in mind: kill the mortal. I stepped forward and then noticed them pull apart. I froze, wondering what she was doing and then it hit. She could feel me in the room. She turned and resignation lit her face. 


I heard her tell Trevor she’d be back. What did she regret? Did it really matter? My goal was to make sure she was okay. I guess I’d gotten my answer. 

Before she could catch up to me, I hurried away from the what I wanted most….her. 



Character Interviews from Hope’s Decree

Hello everyone 🙂 I wanted to thank each and every person who has bought, borrowed HD. This morning Hope’s Decree ranked #14 on Kindle’s Best Seller list. Amazing! I’m beyond words…may be because I’m so tired I can’t think, but really, I’m speechless. For those who know me, me speechless is a miracle. Seriously. So, later when I’ve slept I’ll be giving signed copies of Hope’s Decree away. You guys and gals are the most amazing book loving people EVER…now finish reading below:D Today marks the end of our fun character interviews. I had a blast! I want to thank each author for agreeing to join me and for giving us a little more insight from some of our favorite characters. If you missed who came over, here’s a list: J.A. Campbell (Sabaska’s Tale), Laura Thalassa (The Unearthly), Katy O’Dowd (The Lady Astronomer), Joanne Wadsworth (Warrior), Sean Hayden (My Soul to Keep) and Jen Wylie (Broken Prince). You ladies and gentleman, rock! Now, on to Morpheus, Blain and Trinity from my book, Hope’s Decree….


“Morpheus, Trinity and Blain, thanks for answering a few questions. *Everyone nods and smiles back* My first question goes to Morpheus. Morpheus, I’ve had ladies who want to know what song you were singing in the car with Trinity?” *Blain laughs and Morpheus lean forward and glares back at him.*

What’s so funny?” Morpheus crosses his arms over chest.

“Dude, you’ve been going on and on about all the questions you’d be asked.” Blain pauses, attempting to control his fits of laughter. “And the top question is what song you were singing?”

Morpheus directs his attention back to me. “Sorry. Snookums is jealous of all the action I get.” *Morpheus clears his throat* “I believe the song was Blake Shelton’s, Honey Bee. *Morpheus turns to look at Trinity.*

“Um, don’t look at me. I told you I don’t like sappy country music crap.”

“Okay, let’s move on. Morpheus, what was is like when you were evil and do you miss it?”

“Great question, Angela.” Morpheus winks. “When Psycho drove the orb into my chest, I didn’t feel anything. It felt like a weight had lifted and all the things I’d thought were wrong, weren’t. To say I don’t miss it would be a lie.” Morpheus grins wickedly. “Cause ya know, sometimes being a little bad is oh so good.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Blain spit out in a rush. Trinity reaches over and laces her fingers through his.

“Be nice,” she whispered in his ear. “Aww, is sweet-cheeks in a bad mood?” Suddenly a flash of white light zaps Morpheus in the chest and knocks him out of his chair and onto the hard ground.

“Hey, what’s with you?” Morpheus stands while dusting off his shirt and then moves back into his seat. “Maybe that’ll teach you to be nice. This,” Trinity waves her hand toward me, “is a professional interview. People aren’t going to want to read about us if you continue being an ass.” Trinity glares while Morpheus rolls his eyes.

“I’m trying to keep the interview fun and interesting, but I can only do so much. You two could help me out.” Morpheus laughs and both Blain and Trinity sends a small current of energy into his chest, again. “When this is over…it’s on.” Morpheus sulks in his chair.

“Let’s move to you, Blain. When you first met Trinity, what did you think of her?”

“Oh, this should be good,” Trinity says, and turns to look at Blain. “Well,” Blain starts and looks at Trinity. “I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on….even with popcorn falling from her hair and soda soaked through her shirt.” He winks, and Trinity’s cheeks blush.

“Gag. You two need a break from each other,” Morpheus grumbles.

“You’re just jealous because Crystal hasn’t returned any of your phone calls.” Trinity turns and sticks her tongue out at Morpheus.

“Next question’s for Blain,” I say, interrupting their banter. “The fight between you and Melia was pretty intense. I didn’t think you were going to make it out alive, but you did. Can you talk about what happened? What thoughts ran through your mind, that sort of thing?” Blain slides his hand out from Trinity’s, but only to turn and gaze adoringly back at her. Lifting his hand, he brushes away a few fallen tears down her reddened cheek. Clearing his throat, Blain turns back toward me, his expression grim.

“It was the worst day of my entire existence. When I fought Melia, my only goal was to destroy her for what she’d done to Trinity. I didn’t feel anything but hate and vengeance. I wanted to end her.” Golden light begins to outline his frame, and his eyes close. Breathing in deeply, he continues. “All that registered was Trinity’s fallen figure, lifelessly resting on the snow covered ground. I thought—” *Silence*

“It’s okay, we can stop there,” I allowed after a minute.

“Dude, you are such a wuss,” Morpheus says, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “If Trinity dies, the story is over. No more me, the most wanted bachelor on earth, and yeah, no more you either. Get over yourself.”

Trinity grabs Blain’s hand before he can reach across for Morpheus. “Come on, try it. Looks like you’re still a little slow, brother.” Trinity turns toward Morpheus and frowns.

“Continue egging him on, and next time I won’t stop him from kicking your arrogant ass.”

“Next time I’ll be sure to interview you all separately.” Turning toward Trinity I ask, “Trinity, you’ve embraced your gifts. Accepted your destiny and gotten Blain to admit that he’s crazy about you.” Trinity’s face turns red. “How are you keeping it together?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m keeping it together. More like I just keep moving on. If I allow myself to think about everything for too long I start to freak out. As far as getting this guy,” Trinity gestures to Blain, “I had to drink some nasty stuff which made me forget who he was, and then almost die before he admitted his feelings. I wouldn’t recommend going to such extremes for another guy ever again.”

“Hey, what do you mean another guy?” Blain’s anger is clear to read and his deep blue eyes turns cold. Morpheus laughs.

“Well,” Trinity glares back at him, “it took you way too long to admit you couldn’t live without me.” Blain’s face smooths.

“Fair point,” Blain concedes.

“Fantastic! Thanks for sharing. I just have one more question for Trinity. After your near death experience, you went back to Blain’s house for the night.”

“Oh, Gods. I’m going to vomit,” Morpheus says, covering his ears.

“Anyway, you had a horrific dream. Do you think it means anything?”  Trinity’s eyes darts to her trembling hands.

“Hey,” Blain says sweetly, lifting her chin and looks into her eyes. “What dream is she talking about?” Within seconds, fury highlights his face. Blain rushes around Trinity, jerks Morpheus out of his seat, and throws him across the room.

“Blain, no!” Trinity’s voice echoes in the small room.

“What the hell?” Morpheus looks around the room, pissed. Then being his true self, winks and says, “Did she dream about me?” Blain’s face darkeners more and a blaze of golden sparks fly toward him. Moving with the speed of light, Morpheus dodges the attack, all the while laughing. Running to Blain, Trinity grabs the front of his shirt and shakes him, hard.

“Hey, I’m right here. Stop it.” It takes Blain a few seconds to calm down. The air in the room turns chilly. Blain looks at Trinity and then glares at Morpheus. Finally with a curt nod from Blain, all three take their seats again.

“Before one of you injures the other or blows up this room, we’ll finish…. as soon as Trinity answers my last question.” Trinity holds Blain’s hand, a pained look crosses her face. With a sigh she starts.

“I dreamt that Blain was being attacked and I couldn’t reach him.” Trinity closes her eyes and bows her head, taking a few seconds to compose herself. “I had a terrible feeling, like something was wrong and then I found Blain wrapped in darkness.” Opening her eyes, Trinity turns toward Blain. “I’m not sure if I dreamt that because I saw Melia throw that huge black ball of energy at you or what, but it felt so real.”

Tears trickle down her cheeks. Blain’s expression remains blank, too hard to interpret. “At the end, your body was covered in black and then you disappeared all together.”

I turn my attention to Blain and asked, “Blain, would you like to tell us how you feel or what you think of Trinity’s dream?” Blain looks away from Trinity and with coldness in his voice says, “This interview is over.”

Hope you enjoyed the interview…. also, a short chapter will be going up in a day or two…It’s a chapter in Hope’s Decree and is from… Blain’s POV! Be sure to check back for more details.

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Jen Wylie’s Character Interviews for: Broken Prince

Jen Wylie’s interview doesn’t need an opening. Yes, it’s that good. Enjoy! Image


Aro opened her eyes wide. “What’s going on?”

“We’re being interviewed.”

She blinked at Kei and then turned to the strange woman ushering them into an un-used cabin.

“Sit down, y’all. We’ll be ready in just a minute.” The woman gestured to chairs set before a table with a strange thin box on it. “My name is Angela,” she said as they sat. “Hold still while I clip these on.”

“Wait, what are these? What is that?” Aro gestured to the strange box. “What is going on?”

Kei grinned and elbowed her. “Do you want to see Prince?”

She stared and then abruptly closed her open mouth.

“Okay then! Let’s get this fired up, hopefully Prince is ready.”

“What does that even mean,” Aro whispered to Kei. He just shook his head and they watched as the woman did something near the base of the box, it suddenly lit up, and clicking sounds ensued.

A moment later Prince appeared and Aro gasped and then leaned forward eagerly. “What sort of magic is this?”

Angela slapped her reaching hand away. “Don’t touch. Can you hear us, Prince?”

“But he’s not here,” Aro grumbled. “Is he?”

“Yes, I can,” Prince answered.

“Prince!” Aro flung herself forward again, but this time Kei caught her arms and held her back in the chair.

“Alrighty, we don’t have a lot of time, and we’ve a number of questions to get through. So let’s get started, shall we?” Angela beamed at them all. “This is so exciting!”

Aro tapped her temple. “Can he hear me?”

“No, dear. Let’s start with you, Prince Shael, in case you’re called away. First question. What was it like when you finally made it home? Was there a special someone waiting for you?  Was a party thrown in your honor?”

He frowned. “That is three questions.”

“Oh yes, so it is.” Angela smiled at him brightly. “Can you see us all?”

“Yes.” He let out a deep, weary sigh. “Everything has been rather busy. Much has changed, more so than I thought. I have been regaining my strength. Yes, I was specially welcomed back to court.” He paused a moment. “My family was waiting.”

“Do you miss the death-thrilling adventure of being out with Aro and the gang?”

“I did not find our travels overly thrilling. I miss…” he trailed off, turning his gaze to Aro.

“I miss you, too,” she said quietly.

“Aww that’s so sweet! Next question! How did you feel when Kei was able to save Aro? Does their ‘bond’ affect you?”

Prince closed his eyes for a moment, clearly irritated. “That is two questions.” His gaze returned to Aro and noticeably softened. “He did not save her. She saved herself. Aro is a very strong…young woman.” He looked to Kei. “As for their bond. I do not care for it, or how they hid they had two–”

Aro straightened angrily. “We didn’t hide–”

“However,” Prince continued, frowning slightly at her interruption. “It has saved her life and he uses it to protect her. I cannot fault that.”

“I don’t need protecting,” Aro muttered, falling back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“Yes you do,” both Prince and Kei said at once. Kei snorted. Prince scowled.

Angela grinned and raised a finger. “Next! Since you are back home, is your magic back and recharged, so to speak? Will you be able to have another charm created in order to leave your land? If so, would this be something you’d be willing to do? If yes, why would you consider leaving the safety of your homeland?”

Prince stared at her and then shook his head slightly. “It will take some time for me to recover fully. As for the rest…I do not know at this time.”

Aro’s quiet gasp drew all of their attention. Turning her head, she avoided everyone’s gaze.

“Let’s move on to Kei then.” Angela shifted in her chair to face the Fey. “The Prophecies center around you and Aro directly. How do you feel knowing you two will be in this together?”

 He reached over and took Aro’s hand. “I will always be by her side.”

Angela looked at him expectantly. “And… how do you feel about that?”

His brows drew down in confusion. “It is the choice I made.”

“We’re best friends, more than that,” Aro added.

“But are you happy?”

Kei tilted his head to the side. “Of course.”

The woman rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, you’ve met a few other Fey during your adventure, and have seen them change from their crazed state to being sane again. Were you like them?”

“Sometimes,” he said quietly.

“What is the fury like?”

He frowned. “It is…uncontrolled feelings. Anger. Fury. The need to fight. A desire to kill.”

“Aro, when you took the fury from the Fey, did you feel this as well?”

She nodded hesitantly. “It is hard to describe. It’s frightening, and wild. But you also have a feeling of such power, like nothing can hurt you. Nothing can stop you.”

“You’ve been through so much, and at such a young age. Where do you find the strength to keep moving forward?”

Aro looked over at Prince and smiled and then looked to Kei. “From my friends. They need me, and I need them. They have taught me so much. I go on because I’m still needed, there is still so much more in life I want to do. As long as I have them, everything will be fine.”

“You’ve seemed to have tapped into a power source since you and Kei have bonded. We’ve seen this after you’ve healed Kei and the other lost fey. Do you feel different? If so, can you describe it?”

Aro bit her lip. “They give me power and I let it go. I don’t feel different most of the time, other than my eyes changed, after they gave me so much when I healed. I can see better now, and further away.”

“You’re faster,” Kei added quietly.

She shrugged. “Maybe.” 

“Last question, since it looks like Prince has to go shortly. The prophecies talk about you being a queen? How does that fit with the feelings you have for Prince, considering he is an elf?”

Aro stared at her, a flush of pink rushing across her cheeks. “I…I…” She cleared her throat. “The thought of being a queen rather frightens me. I don’t know how to be a queen.”

“I am here for you,” Kei whispered. “You know that.”

“I know…and I’ll do what I need to, to help the Fey. But that doesn’t mean the idea doesn’t scare me.”

“Should that time come, she will be older. I am certain she will have no difficulty with it,” Prince added.

Aro looked over at him in surprise. “Will it matter?”

A pained look crossed his face and he looked away. “I must go now.”

She stood abruptly. “Wait! I still have so much to ask you.”

“Be safe, my Arowyn.”

Prince disappeared.

Aro whirled around. “Bring him back!”

Angela stood and shook her head. “I can’t do that.” She grinned. “Thank you for the interview though! I’m sure the fans will love it!”

Kei stood, looking at her in confusion. “What?”

The woman pulled whatever she’d clipped on their shirts off and stuck the pieces in her pocket and then turned and folded down the box.

“Wait! I want to talk to Prince again!”

“Sorry, I have to get going too. More interviews to do! You two go and have an adventure! Don’t die, and,” she picked everything up and turned to Aro, “you just have to have a happily ever after!”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” Aro yelled in frustration.

The woman was gone.

“What just happened?”

Kei shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. Maybe the wine at dinner was bad?”


Ha! Jen Wylie is absolutely amazing. I hope y’all enjoyed her interview….she even added ‘y’all’ to my part when writing this. LOL Also….Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for the final set of character interview from Hope’s Decree. Below are Jen’s links and a blurb from Broken Prince! 







Sometimes, when you’re broken, you can heal on your own. Sometimes, you need the help of your friends, your family, and the people you love. Keeping those pieces together when the world seems intent on ripping you apart is the greatest challenge of all. Especially when the ones you love, the ones who hold you together, start falling apart themselves. Arowyn and her family continue on their journey to return the Elven Prince, Shael, to his homeland before he fades and dies. A journey full of triumph and horror, love and sorrow, rips them apart with every fighting moment, and yet brings them together as a family. They don’t allow the prophecy to rule their lives. Some don’t believe, some don’t care. Prophecies aren’t written in stone. Events can change. People can change. They are only words. From besieged cites, to the elusive Were and wild Fey, nothing quite prepares them to face their deadliest of enemies, one they didn’t know existed.



“Broken Prince is a story about love and hope, loss and pain, facing the odds and not giving up. I couldn’t put it down!” Wendy Knight, Feudlings

“Filled with fantasy, non-stop action and suspense, Broken Prince is a heart-achingly romantic read that had me flipping the pages, needing to know what would happen next to Aro and her boys. The end is bittersweet and perfect, and I need the next installment now!” Trisha Wolfe, Of Silver and Beasts


Sean Hayden’s Character Interview from My Soul to Keep

Today we have Connor, Clarisse, and Caelyn from Sean Hayden’s My Soul to Keep (another bunch of fun characters). Be sure to read till the end for a short blurb.

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


Angela: Since becoming one of the (big, bad, soul suckers) Fallen, do you feel differently about humanity? You and Caelyn fight constantly, but you can tell you love each other (I think). Now that she’s a vampire, do you feel differently toward her? Do you ever wish you hadn’t said the oath?

Connor: Actually, I do. I’m jealous of them. I miss being human and not having to deal with all this crap.

Life was a LOT simpler a year ago. The only thing I worried about was finding the time to play video games.

Yes. I do love my sister, but if you tell anyone, I will hunt you down and make an extra arm sprout from your forehead. As for being a vampire, I feel guilty, but I don’t feel any different about her. She’s still my sister. She sucks, but it beats the alternative. I wouldn’t care if she were a werewolf. I might buy her a flea collar, but family is family.

As for the oath, if I could go back in time and smack the crap out of myself for even writing it down, I would. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret that one.

Angela: Since you two exchanged hearts, literally, do you feel different? More human? Slower? Your weapon of choice are two twin blades, oddly similar to Lucifer’s. Another thing, when you created the Vampire kid, before he turned crazy psycho, Clarisse mention the amount of power you were able to conjure. Do you have an explanation for the extra jolt of power or the similarity of yours and Lucifers blades? Jessica’s father is a Chosen and didn’t hide his dislike for you. However, the two of you worked together nicely. Do you think this may be a start to a new era, between the Fallen and Chosen?

Connor: Since we exchanged I love needlepoint, gardening, and My Little Pony…

Yeah. I’m just kidding. Don’t print that.

Actually, the answer is no. When I said it, that I’d give her my heart, and she said it back…time sort of stopped and there was a huge clap of thunder. That was about it. No feeling different, no nothing. It kept her alive and that is all that matters to me.

HA! My weapons of choice are hardly a choice. They just appear when I call them. Personally, I think they’re pretty bad-ass, but they do cause me a lot of grief. Whenever any of the Fallen or Chosen see them…they have a tendency to freak out a little because they DO look like you-know-who’s.

When I turned Brett into a vampire, the magic just flew into him and instantly transformed him. I don’t know how it happened or why it happened. All I do know is they won’t let me grant any more wishes. The ONLY thing I can think of is maybe it’s because they made me a Fallen? They’re not sure either. As for my blades looking like Lucifer’s, I’m just gonna chalk it up to another of life’s grand schemes of getting back at me for something.

Nicely? Don’t let him here you say that. He might put YOU through a wall. He’s about as nice as a rabid porcupine. And he scares me. No. The only reason we REMOTELY got a long is because of Jessica. Not that she’s healed, the novelty of my help has sort of worn off. Things are getting back to normal…for us.

As for a new era? Not likely. The Fallen have their moments, but the Chosen are a bunch of stuck up asshats. They’ll never get along…


Angela: Do you get bored or tired of your job as a Fallen? Have you ever wanted to warn someone not speak the sacred soul stealing oath? What is your life like outside of taking souls? You’ve posed as a teenager for some time, does that get old? Do you think Connor will learn to become a good Fallen soul taker…person? Are you angry he outsmarted you?

Clarisse: Bored? I don’t think so. Imagine this human, unlimited power with an eternity to enjoy it. I do what I want, when I want, and how I want. Who would get bored with that?

Why would I warn someone? Humans have wants and we have needs. They get what they want and we get what we need. Would you warn a fish not to eat the worm you placed on the hook? Geesh. You ask some stupid questions. Are you related to Connor?

Yeah, looking like a teenage girl for eternity is an absolute horrid fate! I would MUCH rather wither, grow old, and eventually move into a nursing home. Are you SURE you’re not related to Connor?

Do I think Connor will make a good Reaper? I hope so. He sucked as a Seeker. Making crazy ass vampires does NOT look good on a resume.

Let’s get one thing straight, mortal. The worm did not outsmart me. He didn’t win. He didn’t pull one over on the Fallen. He thought he saw a way out of his predicament, but it wasn’t. He stepped out of the frying pan directly into the lava pit. Ask HIM if he thought he made a wise choice.


Angela: Now that you are one of the ‘undead’ do you feel any different? Are you glad to be alive, so to speak? Do you think you will sparkle when in the sunlight? (LMAO)

Will you continue going to school as if nothing has happened? What is your appetite like now? Can you eat regular food or is it strictly the red liquid stuff? How do you feel about being stuck as a teenager for the rest of your life?

Caelyn: Of course I feel different. I live off of blood and sunlight burns. WTH kind of question is that?

Angela: *rolls eyes*

Caelyn: Did you just ask me if I was happy to be alive? Seriously? Connor, I think I found your lost twin!

Angela: *shakes head*

Caelyn: Do I think I’ll sparkle in the sunlight? No. But I’m pretty sure you’re going to bleed after this interview.

Angela: *laughs out loud* Sorry, you’re right. I was thinking of a happy, loving type vamp with the sparkling. *waves hand toward Caelyn* You’re obviously more like the old and unoriginal vamps. Nothing new or exciting about you…being a vampire. Got it. *winks* And what about school?

Caelyn: I was all set to drop out of school and become a carnie. Maybe run the tilt-a-whirl or the gravitron. OF COURSE I’M STAYING IN SCHOOL. Only morons don’t finish school. Did YOU finish school?

My appetite? For blood or food? Because I like my blood hot and I can’t eat food. I want blood when I wake up and all day and all night. It never stops. It’s sucks, but so do I.

The immortality thing is pretty cool, but I’m not an idiot. There is plenty of stuff out there that can kill me. The fact that I’ll stay young until that happens… That’s pretty cool.

Angela: Yes, you being around forever is Awesome. 

This was such a fun interview. Thanks Sean for allowing your characters to hang with me today. 

Did ya like the interview? Find it funny? Haven’t read My Soul to Keep? Then you HAVE to pick up Sean’s book….you will NOT be disappointed.  😀

Find more about the crazy, fun, and entertaining Sean Hayden by following the links below!




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

My Soul to Keep




Ever have one of those bad ideas just pop into your head? You know the ones. They seem like a great idea at the time, but if you had stopped to think about it a moment…

I’m talking about those ideas where you just seize the moment and do what your heart tells you to. Then, after the dust settles and you get bandaged up, your parents say, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“But, Dad, I wasn’t!”

I had one of those moments.

I guess if you want to be technical, I had a whole chain of those moments leading up to the big bang moment. The problem was I didn’t have anyone standing around saying, “What the hell were you thinking?”

The moral of this story?

There are several.

First, stores don’t sell black candles for a reason. They’re bad news. If you happen to come across one in the mall that sells questionable items…walk away. Trust me on this one. Black candles are bad.

Second, always know what you want out of life. Coasting along, not caring about anything will get you into trouble. Maybe more than you can handle.

Lastly, if someone offers to grant you your fondest wish, wish for something you really, truly want. Wish for something that will make the world a better place or you a better person. Never ever wish to be a monster

Character Interviews from Joanne Wadsworth’s: Warrior

Thanks for coming back today for more amazing, fun interviews. Today we have characters from Joanne Wadsworth’s Warrior. Say hello to Hope, Silas, Faith and…. wait for it…. wait for it…. um, not gonna tell ya. Keep reading and you’ll see who our special guest is. Also!!! Joanne has given us a quick excerpt from Warrior which has been posted at the end of the interview. So, without further adieu…



Hope: Wow. Can I just say how super thrilled I am to be here, Angela. Your blog is fabulous and I’m a huge fan of your new release Hope’s Decree. You named your book after me, right? *wink, wink*

Angela: *Blushes* Thank you so much, Hope. I’m so glad you liked Hope’s Decree. You’ll have to come back this coming Sunday to learn more about my characters. As far as the title, um, yeah, sure. *wink* I’m so glad you decided to come hang out with us today. With that, let’s get started. *clears throat* Can you explain what life was like growing up, knowing your mum and twin sister lived on Earth, and were unable to meet them?

Hope: Sure. I guess I should explain my dad just couldn’t speak about my mum. I knew I had a mum on Earth, just no idea where. I have a complicated family. My grandfather, King Donaldo, rules Dralion, and he was after blood when he heard my dad had married an Earthling. Dad saved my life the day I was born by bringing me back to Dralion, but he paid a huge price. He was forced to leave my mum and twin sister behind. I actually had no idea I had a twin. When I first heard about her, it threw me. Big time.

Angela: Once you and Faith finally met, did y’all have the infamous ‘twin’ connection?

Hope: Did we ever. On my planet Magio, family members are blood-bound. We have an affinity for each that’s as strong as the soul-bound matches which can occur. Our ties are tight, and they cement quickly. The second I met Faith, I felt a wrenching pull toward her. It was as if we’d never been separated.

Angela: The first time you, Faith, and both parents were together; was it everything you thought it’d be?

Hope: It was everything and more. I can’t believe how incredible my mum is. It’s no wonder Dad fell in love with her. He remained loyal to her for eighteen years until it was possible for them to come back together again. And now I have a family. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, but never knew was missing.

Angela: You and Silas? How has being soul-mated with him been for you? *wiggles brows*

Hope: He’s a pain in the butt, but I’m getting him in line. LOL. Actually, he’s incredible. He’s smart, funny, caring, sexy— Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Angela, when you go to interview Silas, please don’t tell him I said any of that. He’s got the biggest head and any compliments just inflate it further. None of your followers are allowed to whisper a word either. *smiles nicely at everyone*

Angela: Looking back at the beginning of your rocky relationship, do you have any regrets?

Hope: Hmm, I don’t think so. Everything happened for a reason.

Angela: You and Silas have to mind-merge every three days, how has that affected you two?

Hope: It’s kinda cool mind-merging with Silas. Once I’ve formed the connection and linked into his mind, I just settle back as if wrapped up in my favorite blanket. That big head of his is very handy since that’s where my mind hangs out a lot of the time.

Angela: Hmmm. Can we expect to hear wedding bells in the near future?

Hope: I’m not sure how that would be possible. Silas might be my soul-bound mate, but he’s from the enemy nation. My grandfather has no knowledge of our relationship, but if he knew, I imagine all hell would break loose.

Angela: Do you find it odd you and your sister have mated with your families’ rival?

Hope: We can’t choose who we’re mated to. Our soul-bonds are actually created at birth, but it’s not until we reach eighteen that we find each other. The male is driven to search for his female once both reach adulthood.

Angela: Have you learned more about your Sol heritage?

Hope: I’m learning more all the time. It’s a dream to have so much family.


Angela: Being a Protector, what has being soul-bound to your sworn enemy been like?

Silas: Hey Angela, thanks for having me over. *sits down* That’s a tough question. I’d have to say rough and agonizing to start with. Now though, it’s a different story. Being soul-bound to Hope is incredible, even with all the problems we still face.

Angela: It’s no secret the ill feelings shared between you and Faith. Considering Hope and Faith are twins, did that pose as a problem? If so, how were you able to overcome it?

Silas: What do you mean ill feelings toward Faith? C’mon, Faith and I are like…ah, okay, Faith and I don’t get along. At all. We have like a rival sibling relationship. Hope thankfully gets that. *wipes brow*

Angela: Have you met Hope’s parents? And do they approve of your relationship?

Silas: I’ve never met either of them, and I imagine they’d wish for anyone other than their sworn enemy as their daughter’s mate. But Hope’s lucky. Her dad had to live without his wife and mate for eighteen years. He’d never inflict that kind of pain on Hope or Faith.

Angela: When you left Hope in the Sol compound, can you share how leaving her affected you?

Silas: I couldn’t sleep or eat. The pain of our separation was unbearable.

Angela: The Warrior prisoners your people keep, have you or Davio considered freeing them?

Silas: We’d never release the warriors we imprison. Hope’s grandfather, King Donaldo Wincrest, rules Dralion with an iron hand. If we released his warriors, they’d just come back and attack us again.

Angela: Have you spoken with Maslin since the deadly fight went down between you two? Does him being blood-bound with Hope bother you?

Silas: I’ve not spoken with Maslin since that deadly fight. I should for Hope’s sake since they are blood-bound, but he tried to take my girl from me. *strokes the hilt of his side sword* That grates, bad.


Angela:  Hi Faith. Thanks for coming! You’ve taken on a lot these last few weeks. First being mated to a (once upon a time), domineering jerk, Davio. Then you learn you have a direct lineage to hate Davio, considering your dad is the Prince of Dralion. Not long after facing a close call with death, you discovered you had a twin sister, Hope. Any other surprises we don’t know about?

Faith: Hey Angela. What a great place you have. Thanks for inviting me over to your blog. I love that question. Davio was a jerk in the beginning, yes. And completely impossible, but in saying that, he’s also my Mr. Impossible. LOL. Yeah, it’s a little crappy at times being soul-bound, but we worked things out in the end. Now I’m busy retraining him into being the best soul-mate ever. It could take me a while, but I’m up for the challenge. You asked about any other surprises? Absolutely. You’ve no idea what’s about to happen to my best friend. Silvie’s story is told in Enchanter, and things get really hot. Hot. Hot. You don’t want to miss what goes down— Oh, here’s Davio. *pats seat beside her* Come chat to Angela, Davio. I was just talking about Silvie.

Davio: Nice to meet you, Angela. *sits and holds Faith’s hand* What about Silvie? What’s my cousin done now?

Faith: I was saying how things get hot in Enchanter.

Davio: Hot is right. Silvie has a skill which hasn’t been seen in generations. She really gets things heating up.

Angela: Faith, have your, um, not so nice feelings for Silas changed since he and your sister are soul-bound?

Faith: Silas is a pest, but for Hope’s sake I’m going to try and get along with him better.

Davio: *stares at Faith* What? I’m sorry, but did you say you’re going to try? *chuckles* I so have to tell Silas that. He’ll never believe his good fortune.

Angela: Faith, have you learned more about your Sol heritage?

Faith: Not me, but Hope has. I’ve been incredibly busy getting into trouble, which you’ll find out all about in Enchanter.

Davio: *frowns* What kind of trouble? I haven’t heard about any trouble.

Faith: *taps Davio’s nose* And you’re not about to either, my mate.

Angela: Faith, anything new news between you and Davio we should know about?

Faith: There is never a dull day when we’re together. Let me just say that. *grins* 

So, what did y’all think? Great, eh? Want to read an excerpt from Warrior? Look no further! Scroll down a little more and enjoy!  Thank you all for coming today.

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Silas extinguished the lamp, and moonlight filtered through the tiny square window. He rolled to his side, facing me. “We’ll stay close. I can’t dismiss the mated bond. Our souls call to one another and it’s strong.”

I felt it too.

“I can’t keep my distance from you, Hope. That would result in your death.”

“Yeah, but yours would result if my grandfather, Donaldo, ever found out about you. The need to protect goes both ways.”

A low growl rumbled from his throat. “It sounds like you’re arguing with me.”

“I’m pointing out the facts. Alexo keeps the knowledge of Faith’s relationship with Loveria a secret.”

“We don’t have their kind of relationship.”

“So this is a non-relationship?” I smiled. That actually suited me.


“Okay, honey. I got it.”

He pulled me to him. “I have no idea why, but I like you. You have a smart mouth.”

I snuggled closer, resting my cheek against his chest. “Mmm-hmm. So do you.”

He let out a slow breath and it fanned over the top of my head. “I still want to kiss you.”

“Hell, no.” I grinned to myself.

“Are you repeating my earlier words?”

“Yes, I am.” He rolled me, coming up over top. My heart raced. “Don’t–”

His kiss was potent as he claimed my mouth.

I had no response. I was lost, hypnotized as we shared breath and a moment more special than any in time.

He cupped my face in his hands and stroked my cheeks, his thoughts escaping for the first time.

I read them so clearly within the merge.

He wanted this moment to last.

My heart soared and my soul called to his on the deepest level. “We are in a world of trouble,” I murmured against his lips.

His hold tightened, intoxicating me. Then he eased away an inch, maybe two. “You have the most beautiful spun-gold hair. It catches even the moonlight and glows like silk.”

I cleared my throat. “I know I just said trouble. You should stick to your side of the bed in this non-relationship.”

A wicked grin widened his mouth. “I could drown in the brilliant violet of your eyes.”

“Do I need to slap your face?”

He laughed. “Yes.”

I pushed him away, trying to get my heartbeat to slow. “Go away.”

He rolled into me, held me close. “I’ll be good. Just keeping you warm. It’s my right.”

I curled up, squeezing my eyes shut. “I can’t believe I’m sharing a bed with you. Do you snore?”

“Terribly. I’m also a bed-hog.”

I heard the partial lie, but to which half of that statement? “Hmm, since I’m squished between you and the wall, I’m picking you’re a bed-hog.”

“You feel all warm and soft. I’m not going anywhere.” He nuzzled my hair and yawned. “Go to sleep. You’ll need your rest if you want to be on your toes tomorrow.”

I didn’t doubt it. The minutes ticked by, and I slowly relaxed. My soul-bound mate lay beside me. For one night, or perhaps for more? I had no idea.

Character Interview from The Lady Astronomer by Katy O’Dowd

Today we welcome Katy’s crazy crew from The Lady Astronomer. Sit back and enjoy the show, folks 😉

The Lady Astronomer

Angela: what is it about astronomy you love most? If you could be a constellation, which would it be?

Freddie: Well hello dear Mrs. McP! And how very nice to meet you and to be asked my opinion on anything! Do you know, not only do my siblings Lucretia and Al tell me that I do tend to waffle on a touch, they also have the complete temerity to stop listening to me and walk off to do their own thing. How very dare they! Anyway, what was it that you were asking? Ah yes, what do I love the most about astronomy? Why, charting the night skies, being an explorer in the dusky depths, oh to have a ship that would bring me nearer – it is something I am working on. As for what constellation I could be? Hmmm. I’d choose to be all of them if I was being completely honest, but I suppose if pushed I would pick Pegasus, as he romps amidst the inky starlit sky. Ah me.

Angela: what is it like working Lucretia?

Freddie: Well, Lucretia you see is a very demanding girl, oh yes indeed, and as the eldest of the family it somewhat falls upon me to take the lead…  pardon me for a second, won’t you? Lucretia! Is that you laughing?!

Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, she is a great worker and we compliment each other’s skills to perfection. Excuse me again, she appears to be choking…

Angela: Lucretia, what is it like working with Freddie? Lucretia, can you tell us about your hats and why you enjoy making them?

Lucretia: You’ll have to give me a moment, I can’t seem to stop laughing…

Freddie, despite his scattiness is one of the most intelligent men I have ever met – he has left the room briefly otherwise I would never, ever say that within his hearing, his head is quite big enough as it is! Oh, here, he’s back with some tea for us.

And speaking of heads, hats. I don’t actually make them any more, as I’m spending all of my time working with Freddie at the moment. But I did love making them, until the matrons who were requesting them were getting more outlandish with their requests – I mean to say, if someone sees them and asks where they got the hat from, I do have a reputation after all.

Angela: Can you each talk about your experience with the Clockwork Court?

*complete silence from the sibs*

*Freddie reaches over and takes Lucretia’s hand, her monoscope is looking suspiciously steamed up*

Freddie: I’ll answer for both Lucretia and I – it was the most terrible time, yet something wonderful has come out of it: we have been charged with another commission by the King himself! Ah, no, I can’t say more, that would be telling.

Angela: Freddie, do you plan to make more telescopes?

Freddie: Oh yes! We will never stop – and the orders have been coming in thick and fast.

Angela: Did you feel pressured by the king to make the forty foot telescope?

Lucretia: I think Freddie did feel incredibly pressurized, but he loved it even though it has given his grey hairs where there were none before.

Freddie: I say, dear girl! What grey? I must off and have a look in one of my telescope’s mirrors! Lucretia, come with me and point out the offending locks! Mrs. McP, we shall leave you in the capable hands of Orion and Leibniz.

Angela: Leibniz, I believe you are a great knitter?

*the lemur scowls and knits*

Angela: And Orion, how does it feel to be clockwork now?

*the owl has wound down and cannot answer*

*Lucretia comes back into the room, picks up the lemur and winds up her owl*

Lucretia: Freddie is in a lather over his hair – can I be of assistance in translating for you? We don’t actually communicate in words, as such, but I know my lemur and owl quite well.

Angela: Please – I was asking Leibniz about his knitting and Orion about being clockwork, but I’d be really interested to know about how they get on.

Lucretia: Oh, they love each other.

*Lucretia is smiling – and how is she to know that the lemur and the owl can talk to each other perfectly well thank you very much?*

Leibniz: Hooty McOwlFace!!

Orion: Monkey!!

*tea cups fly as the lemur and owl tussle*

*Lucretia stands to separate the two*

Lucretia: Thank you Mrs. Mc P, for your time, I’d better… oh dear…

There you have it. I hope you enjoyed today’s interview. Be sure to check out tomorrow’s post.

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