Welcome to DAY FOUR
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. What kind of books? 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 at midnight on Thursday, and the winner will be announced Friday
evening, so don’t forget to enter! As if you would. In the meantime, we have
A.J. Naverre and Tami Lund featured on today’s blog. Ash has a book out called Good as Dead, while Tami released a
paranormal called Into the Light.
A.J. lives in the smog-filled
oasis of California's Central Valley, where she spends the days
at a desk covered in paper and half-empty ru m bottles.
Find A.J. at http://ajnavarre.wordpress.com/, at her Facebook page www.facebook.com/storyscribbler, and at Twitter @OutlineofAsh.
We asked A.J. a few questions,
because everybody likes to get to know the person behind the book, right? This
is what she had to say:
1. Red or white?
We're talking about wine, right? Then both. I'm a writer - the only thing I
like more than words is booze.
2. Fave paranormal
being? Werewolf. I love the idea of a dual nature stuck in one body, and how
many ways that can be explored.
3. Favorite author?
Mikhail Bulgakov. His work manages to be satirical, grotesque, fantastic, and
realistic all at once. I love it.
4. Do you like
heroines who get rescued, or heroines who do the rescuing? I like it when a
story has a heroine going through both experiences. Makes things a little more
complicated.
5. Cover - hot guy
or unique/creative? Unique/creative always draws me in more than rippling abs -
though those are nice to look at, too.
I don’t know
about you, but I am really intrigued to see what A.J. writes. Well guess what?
There’s an excerpt of Good as Dead
below!
As if sensing my doubts, Gideon says, “Are you
sure about this?”
I
settle the purse over my shoulder and move for the kitchen door, wanting to get
it over with. “Laci specifically said wood. Maybe silver only burns vampires.”
“I meant attempting to kill him.”
“Oh. Yeah. Are you?” It never occurred to me
that he might try to ruin my plan, and I give him a sharp look as we step into
the garden, scrutinizing his expression for any hint of reluctance.
But he has his agent face on. “Even if I were
to collect enough evidence to arrest him, it’s very possible he might be
released by my superiors. When they dismissed my report, I discovered signs
that certain people in the Kingdom would prefer Scheer to be charged, no matter
what. And INKtech, despite what it conveys otherwise, isn’t above political
machinations. If the evidence is there, then yes, I agree killing him is the
only way to be truly safe.”
I’m not an idiot; I know most people in
official positions dip into corruption when it suits them. Try experiencing
just one bad hospice counselor without losing faith in the safety of a system.
But hearing Gideon admit it so flatly is a big shock. What will they do to him
afterward? Something ripples through me, and it feels a lot like fear.
My silence must tip him off, because he
glances at me. “Don’t worry; I’ve already considered the consequences. I’ll
still help you.”
If that’s supposed to reassure me, it’s doing
the complete opposite. “What kind of consequences?”
“Depends on the outcome, really.”
When he doesn’t say any more, I grab for his
arm. “Wait a minute, I don’t want you doing this if you’ll be killed for—for
insubordination or something.”
It’s deliberate hyperbole I’m using, trying to
make him dismiss it as the absurd idea it should be. But he doesn’t smile at
that, and the muscles under my fingers go tense. “No, I won’t be killed.”
I can only stare at him. His face still doesn’t
show anything, but behind those quiet words is something that sounds like
grief. “Gideon?”
“Phoenix, please. This is hardly the place to
bare souls,” he says, shooting a significant glance at Valentine’s back door,
which waits only steps away.
****
Our
second author of the day, Tami Lund, likes to live,
love and laugh, and does her best to ensure the characters in her books do the
same. After they’ve overcome a few seemingly insurmountable obstacles, of
course.
She loves to be stalked via social media at www.tamilund.com, on Facebook: AuthorTamiLund, and on Twitter @TamiLundAuthor.
Let’s
see what Tami has to say about our Q&A session…
1. Red or white? Both,
although lately I’ve been hitting the vodka bottle. I heard a rumor that
Vitamin C burns belly fat, and who drinks orange juice without either vodka or
champagne?
2. Morning or evening?
Morning.
2a. Was that answer in
reference to writing… or something else? Um….
3. If you weren’t a
writer, what would you be? Crazy. Oh wait….
4. Furbabies? How
many? One, a mutt we adopted shortly after my 13 year old rescue furbaby
passed. She loves to sit with me on the back porch while I write.
5. Antagonist: kill
off or make disappear? Make disappear. That way, you are almost guaranteed a
sequel.
How do those
interesting answers translate into Tami’s writing? Read this excerpt from Into the Light:
“Yeah,
I get that they got their magic from the sun,” Tanner acknowledged. He eyed the
scrap of material in Mickey’s hand. “But no one has seen a trace of
lightbearers in over five hundred years. Somebody wiped them out. Probably our
kind, trying to inherit their magic.”
“Probably our kind
eating them for dinner,” Finn contributed to the conversation for the first
time. “Back then we were slightly more primal.”
“Slightly,” Tanner
remarked tongue in cheek. Finn smirked. Tanner recalled how they used to hang
out together as kids. They’d shifted for the first time together. Now, Finn was
Quentin’s best tracker, and Tanner was doing his best to avoid getting sucked
back into the pack. Time and change and all that.
“If a shifter
kills a lightbearer, he’ll inherit its magic.” Mickey refused to give up on
Quentin’s obsession.
Considering the
only magic a shifter possessed was the ability to change forms at will, it was
a heady idea to be able to steal another creature’s magic. Especially for one
who considered himself to be the top of the food chain, even without much
magic.
“Touch it,” Mickey
demanded as he waved the bit of material in Tanner’s face.
Tanner batted at
the material, if only to push it away. His fingers skimmed the surface. A jolt
shot through his system, so raw and potent that his entire body reacted as if
he’d been electrocuted.
“Told ya,” Mickey
said triumphantly.
“Give me that,”
Tanner said as he snatched the torn bit of material out of Mickey’s hand. He
held it, reveling in the feel of magic there. It felt…intoxicating. “Where did
you get this?” His breathing accelerated as he stared at the gold and silver
thread that wove a pattern through the white material.
“The lightbearer.
Your father figured you wouldn’t come unless you had proof.”
Tanner continued
to stare at the material. It wasn’t true—was it? Tanner—and a great many other
shifters—believed they didn’t really exist. His father had never let go of the
belief that they were simply hiding, and all he had to do was find one of them.
Just one.
Was his father
right all along?
Fates be damned,
but Tanner certainly hoped not. He’d spent the better part of his life
desperately hating the man for what he represented, for how he ruled his pack,
for the way he treated Tanner’s mother and every other woman in his pack. Most
of all, he’d hated the man for his obsession over a race of magical creatures
that Tanner had been certain no longer existed.
Tanner didn’t
understand his father’s obsession. The man was already pack master over one of
the largest and most respected—or at least feared—packs in the country. He
didn’t need magic to gain prestige and power. He already had it all.
“Come on, Tanner,”
Mickey begged. “He won’t let none of us see her until you come back to the
pack. He says you get the first honor. Come on.”
Tanner continued
to stare at the scrap of material for a few more moments, pondering his decision.
Finally, he tossed the pool stick onto the table. “Damn it to hell,” he
muttered as he turned and strode from the pool area, out of the bar and into
the cool summer evening air.
Damn the man for
luring him back like this.
Ohh… can’t wait
for the rest? Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Into-Light-Lightbearer-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00LS899XC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1407618884&sr=8-2&keywords=tami+lund
Want more paranormal? Two books by Patricia
D. Eddy will be featured tomorrow! And don’t forget to enter the
rafflecopter contest!
What a great blog tour! You know I love the paranormal.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for joining us, Laurel!
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