Welcome to DAY TWO
of
A Week of Wands, Fangs and Wings -
A Paranormal Book Blog Tour!
From
August 15-22, we will feature books by EIGHT
different authors who write paranormal. What do we mean by paranormal? Well,
just as the title implies: wands, fangs, wings and everything in between.
Pretty much, if it isn’t real, it
might be here. If you enjoy reading all things paranormal, we are about to hand
you heaven on a gilded plate. Or, at least, on your e-reader.
What
do we have in store for you? Excerpts from cool books. A fun Q&A session
with the even-cooler authors who wrote them. A rafflecopter contest in which
you could win a total of ELEVEN
e-books. Wait, let’s note that again, just for clarification.
Eleven.
Books. Free.
Score!
The contest closes Thursday at midnight eastern and the winner will be
announced Friday evening, so don’t forget to enter. As if you would. In the
meantime, let’s learn about Rachel Medhurst and Misti Murphy, and their
featured books, The Deadliners and Raven Falling!
Let’s talk to Misti Murphy first.
She has lived in a
fantasy world most of her life, so it’s no surprise she’s ended up writing
paranormal books. We asked Misti a few get-to-know-you questions, and this is
what she had to say:
1.
Do you
like heroines who get rescued, or heroines who do the rescuing? Everyone needs
someone to rescue them, having said that I believe in strong heroines who can
step up and be the rescuer.
2.
Morning
or Evening? I don't sleep well so evening is always better for me, and besides
everything is better in the dark!
3.
Favorite
book genre? Romance, as long as it has some romance to it I’m happy.
4.
Sweet or
Spicy? Definitely Spicy, no wait, definitely sweet. I'll take both please.
5.
Ebook or
print? Both have their good points. Ebooks are easier to store. With the amount
I read I would be on an episode of Hoarders
if it weren’t for ebooks. However, as an author it's always nice to flip
through carefully bound pages.
Hmm…
What sort of book do you think Misti writes? Here’s a taste below of Raven Falling:
He handed her two more blades. “I want you to try
and hit a moving target.”
“How am I going to do that?” There was nothing here
to hit beside the damn trees.
“Aim at me.” Ash was in her face, his big gray eyes
solemn as he pressed the blades into her hands.
Raven frowned. “You can’t be serious.”
“Of course I am. I’m going to run and you are going
to try and hit me.”
“But what if you get hurt?” she asked, scared she
would have to see him bloody, or even dead by the time they were finished. She
couldn’t hurt him. He was the only person who knew what she was going through,
and she needed him.
“Rae, I’m an Angel remember? I promise you won’t
hurt me.” His hands had moved to her shoulders, and he gave them a light
squeeze as he tried to assure her everything would be fine.
“I don’t want to.” She shook her head. How could he
ask her to do this?
“I know but you have to practice.” He let go of her,
running across the clearing, in a zigzagging move, which made it more difficult
for her to hit him. He didn’t need to. It was already the hardest thing she had
ever had to do.
Raven watched
him, as she felt the tears prick her eyes. He looked back at her, encouraging,
no demanding she do what he needed her to do. She fought her own body as
she slowly raised her arm and aimed at him, following him across the clearing
with her eyes. Balancing the blade in her hand she concentrated on her
target. It was only two blades. She could do this. She let the first one go,
flinging it hard, hearing the almost silent whistle as it hurtled toward him.
Shutting her eyes, she didn’t see if the blade had reached its intended target.
Taking a deep breath she prepared to throw the next.
He was still running
across the clearing, she hadn’t managed to hit him. She pulled herself up,
straightening her spine and gripped the handle of her final blade tightly. She
slowly brought her arm up, visualizing her target, several feet away from where
he had been. Pulling her hand back to her ear she pushed all the strength she
could muster into her shoulder and hurled the blade, watching as it spun
through the air.
She collapsed to
the ground her eyes never leaving the blade as it reached its destination at
the exact same time he did. She was sure the blade had hit its mark, when she
saw him fall to the ground. She sprinted toward him as he pulled himself up
onto his knees. The blade lay in the grass next to him, its tip bent flat. She
felt the tears gather and she struggled to hold them back, her relief palpable.
She sank down into the grass beside him and pressed her palms to her eyes to keep the
tears from escaping.
****
Now let’s talk to Rachel
Medhurst. Rachel grew up in Surrey,
England. She writes to prove that no matter where you come from, you can be
anything you want to be.
Find Rachel at www.rachelmedhurst.com, on facebook at Rachel Medhurst - Writer and on twitter @rachelmedhurst, and check out her interview below:
1. Fave paranormal
author? That would have to be Kim Harrison, I love the Rachel Morgan Series.
2. If you weren’t a
writer, what would you be? A dancer. I love to dance along to most music.
3. Do you already
have an actor in mind to play the hero when your book becomes a movie? Who? -
Yes, Gerrard Butler would be Danny… and I would love to help him on set.
4. Writing
inspiration? Enid Blyton - Her books made me want to write to give hope and
happiness to people.
5. Fave Vampire
series? Blackdagger brotherhood. I love this series a lot!
Interesting – and amusing –
answers! Let’s check out the excerpt of The
Deadliners:
‘Last time we
were here, you bargained with me for an extension of six months.’
Nodding, she
ignored the burning muscles in her throat. Her feet were firmly planted and her
hands were at her side.
‘And the time
before that…?’
‘I got the
deadline extended for two years.’ She lowered her slender frame onto the grass
and leant her back against the cold wall. His shoulders dropped but he stayed
standing as he looked down at her.
‘Two years and
six months later, here we are again. Are you satisfied that everything’s been
done?’
Her
head bent back, her bobbed brown hair brushed her shoulders and her eyes landed
on the top floor window directly above her. Shaking her head, she let air rush
out of her lungs.
‘I’m sorry,
Anna, I can’t give you any more time. I’ll give you this though...the rest of
today, to spend here, before you come back.’
Her neck snapped
forward, her gaze landing on the red cigarette end.
‘Give Mia six
months and I’ll give you a whole day.’
The lit end of
the cigarette glowed as he sucked the life from the dying tube. She nodded at
him and smiled. The corners of his lips lifted as she stood and turned towards
the house.
Making her way
inside, Anna glanced into the rooms that she passed. The décor was stuck in the
eighties. White walls with peach carpets. Glass cabinets and shiny brass
handles.
She could hear
the television, but she didn’t follow its sound. Her feet carried her up the
stairs and into a bedroom. The walls were black with big white circles on them.
A bed in the corner had an Aztec patterned throw over it. Bon Jovi posters
littered the ceiling, their yellowing edges curling in on themselves. A
collection of paperweights sat on a dressing table, trapped in a time that no
longer existed. Anna concentrated her energy as she thrust out her arm,
swinging it in an arc. The paperweights leapt into the air and thudded onto the
wooden floor.
She heard her
coming up the stairs, her light footsteps attacking the carpet. Rushing into
the room, the grey-haired woman came to a stop. Her eyes landed on the
scattered mess on the floor. She ran her hands over her face and knelt on the
wood. There was a carrier bag sitting next to the weights. Looking around the
room, the woman let tears roll down her cheeks. Picking up the bag, she slowly
lowered each weight into it. When she’d finished packing up the room, the lady
lay down on the bed and let the breath escape her lungs. The dust danced in the
sunlight that shone in through the window. Anna started to cry as she sat next
to the sleeping woman. She smiled and sighed in relief as the lines on the
woman’s face relaxed for the first time in twenty years.
‘I’m sorry, Mum,
but it’s your deadline and I’ve come to collect you.’
Are
you as intrigued as we are? Be sure to enter the rafflecopter contest for a
chance to win both books plus nine more, or, if you can’t wait, the links to
purchase these books are below:
The Deadliners: Available in the US: http://www.amazon.com/The-Deadliners-Rachel-Medhurst-ebook/dp/B00K5OKIYE/ref=cm_rdp_product
Available
in the UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Deadliners-Rachel-Medhurst-ebook/dp/B00K5OKIYE/ref=cm_rdp_product
Raven
Falling: Available here: http://www.amazon.com/Raven-Falling-Shadows-Light-Novel-ebook/dp/B00LRHKUGE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1407326499&sr=1-1&keywords=Raven+Falling
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