Thursday, August 28, 2014

Love Legends: A Fantasy Romance Boxed Set

August 18 Mythical Books

August 19 Deal Sharing Aunt

August 20 Roxanne’s Realm

August 21 Books & Tales

August 22 Corazones Literario 

August 25 Sister Sinister Speaks (review)

August 25 The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom

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August 27 Sapphyria's Book Reviews

August 27 Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock (review)

August 28 Fang-tastic Books

August 29 Illuminite Caliginosus

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September 1 Share My Destiny

September 1 Cover Reveals 

Love Legends
A Fantasy Romance Boxed Set 
Jaide Fox, D.X. Luc, Skhye Moncrief,
Sky Purington and Alisha Paige

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Date of Publication:   July 7, 2014


Number of pages:  805
Word Count: 397K

Formats available: PDF

Cover Artist:  Skhye Moncrief

Book Description:

Steal the keys to five realms with these five fantasy romances for a mere $.99 with this bundle simply bursting with love, lust, and power games. From witches and werewolves to Greek mythology and even Scottish magic, these tales offer an eclectic mix sure to stoke your summer's heat into a solar storm! So, summon your inner warrior princess and ready your charms. Prepare for the battle of the sexes and wizards with hexes, because the only way to defy all evil is to fall in love...and maybe invoke a god!

His Forbidden Fruit by Jaide Fox

First she would become his captive...then he would capture her heart....With his lands cursed to wither and die, a desperate Lord Dominic Rainier learns from a witch that the only way to save his people is to capture the lovely Lady Lilith Somerset … and impregnate her before the next full moon….

Touch of the Gods by D.X. Luc

When Love and War make a wager, what could possibly go wrong? Hephaestus has lived a life of harsh abuse. The lame god knows heartbreak and doesn't believe love is in the stars for him. Little does he know, Eros and Ares puts his love life to the test and leads him to the full bodied, mortal Vanessa. Does he take a chance to open up or continue to believe he's destined to suffer for eternity?

Swordsong by Skhye Moncrief

He's arrived to help her create the perfect bride. His ticket home relies on a lonely woman haunted by more than apparitions. If time-travel duty, romance, and a bit of magic don't help them realize their destiny resonates in mysterious fairy SWORDSONG, all known history could change.

Sylvan Mist by Sky Purington

Coira refuses to acknowledge the Scotsman haunting her.Why should she? She carries no magic and is newly engaged. Though well aware of the mysterious tie between the medieval MacLomains and her Broun heritage, she prefers a proper English gentleman to a barbarian living six hundred years in the past. However, as one whirlwind day will prove, she has little choice in the matter.

Circle City, Lord of the Wolfen by Alisha Paige

Axl Wolfdorn is coming of age, ready for his Unleashing and on the hunt for his Moonswan, the female he will choose for the Chase and the royal Feral Consummation. But how can he consider bonding with a mate when the only scent deep within his nose is the tangy scent of the woman he must now kill to avenge his mother's death?

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The Elemental Magic Series by Brynna Curry

EE Earth Enchanted 
Elemental Magic #1 


Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men -- her telepathy tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. 

Things are looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who murdered Jack’s wife turns out to be after him too. Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. 

But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their 


To Take Up The Sword 
Elemental Magic #2 


Missing diamonds and a killer on the loose…will a schoolteacher and FBI agent escape with their lives and hearts intact? 

After the acquittal of Gueraldi's right hand and favored killer for hire, Ashton Smythe, Special Agent Gabriel Spiller takes time away from his work with the FBI. Having failed in his mission to avenge his lost would be lover, Serena Roarke, Gabe returns to Alabama in search of the missing diamonds needed to reopen the investigation and to lay low from the death threats he's received since Smythe went free. 

 Almost two years after her sister's death, Leannan O'Neal feels the loss of Serena more now than ever. A secret meeting between them before she died left Lea with an ugly figurine and nothing but questions. Hang-up calls at work and a trashed house reminds her of the card Serena gave her. "If you find yourself in trouble, go to him and only him" were the last words her sister spoke to her. With Smthye out for revenge and hot on her heels, Lea goes on the run in search of Serena's 'Angel', but how long can Gabe keep her alive, and is the cost worth more than her life?   

WFTW Wait for the Wind 
 Elemental Magic #3 


Kate O'Connell grew up loved by the Corrigan family, all the while suffering from the inescapable reality of her own alcoholic father. At a young age she gave her heart and innocence to Ryan Corrigan. For once happiness seemed within her reach, until in one horror-filled night, the monster she called 'Daddy' changed everything. 

Too many misunderstandings forced Kate and Ryan apart, but now Kate's come home to open her clinic and raise her daughter, Allaina, closer to his family. Will she be able to open Ryan's heart to his magic? Ryan is glad to be back on Irish soil, but the reason he left still haunts him. As he tries to build a new life and redeem his past, can he forgive 
Kate and reclaim his healing gift in time to save his sister and her twins?   

SS Sea’s Sorceress 
 Elemental Magic #4 


 Love can come along at the most inconvenient times... 

 Skye Corrigan treasures family above all else. Standing by his best friend Rhia while she suffers the heartache of losing her father to cancer has strengthened their childhood bond. 

Lately Rhia affects him in ways she never has before. Rhiannon O'Malley shares Skye's past and hopes for a future with him, but love must come with a willing heart. Her father's terminal illness has left her in charge of the family pub. Skye has always been there for her, but when their relationship changes, will she find the courage to claim the future? 

Or will a thousand-year-old curse keep its grip on two hostage hearts?     

FIFire’s Ice 
Elemental Magic #5 (series end) 

Blurb: Ultimate power, or endless love? 

Born the son of a Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin's spell, Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he loves and considers part of his clan. 

However, there is one woman he can never forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his. Arianne Farrell is just as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient stone dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the spell is through love—a love she denied. 

When Devin asks for her aid to save another from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom or her heart. 

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About the Author: 

Brynna Curry was born south of the Mason-Dixon Line. After living all over the southern states, she finally landed in North Alabama where she lives with her husband and their three children. 

Growing up, books fueled her dreams and imagination, ultimately becoming her salvation during the hardest times in her life.Writing is her passion, but she enjoys the fun of sharing those stories with others by reviewing books and working in publicity. 

When she isn’t writing or promoting, she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read or just spending an quiet evening at home with Jackie watching old westerns on TV. Although her wizards, shifters and vampires are as real to her as anyone, she insists love is the truest magic and with it every day is another wonderful adventure. 

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Excerpt and Giveaway: The Beautiful Ashes by Jeaniene Frost

the beautiful ashes

Title: The Beautiful Ashes
Author: Jeaniene Frost
Expected Publication: August 26th, 2014
About The Beautiful Ashes 

 In a world of shadows, anything is possible. Except escaping your fate. Ever since she was a child, Ivy has been gripped by visions of strange realms just beyond her own. But when her sister goes missing, Ivy discovers the truth is far worse—her hallucinations are real, and her sister is trapped in a parallel realm. And the one person who believes her is the dangerously attractive guy who's bound by an ancient legacy to betray her. Adrian might have turned his back on those who raised him, but that doesn't mean he can change his fate…no matter how strong a pull he feels toward Ivy. Together they search for the powerful relic that can save her sister, but Adrian knows what Ivy doesn't: that every step brings Ivy closer to the truth about her own destiny, and a war that could doom the world. Sooner or later, it will be Ivy on one side and Adrian on the other. And nothing but ashes in between…

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About Jeaniene Frost: 

Jeaniene Frost is the New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of the Night Huntress series, the Night Prince series, and the upcoming Broken Destiny series.

To date, foreign rights for her novels have sold to twenty different countries. Jeaniene lives in North Carolina with her husband Matthew, who long ago accepted that she rarely cooks and always sleeps in on the weekends. 

Aside from writing, Jeaniene enjoys reading, poetry, watching movies with her husband, exploring old cemeteries, spelunking and traveling – by car. Airplanes, children, and cook books frighten her. 

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 “What is that?”

Adrian’s voice startled me. For a second, I was disoriented, the dream clinging to me as it always did. Yes, I was in a car, but I wasn’t the unknown woman driving away from her baby. That wasn’t real. The glare Adrian leveled at my chest was, though.

“Is that a mirror?” He sounded horrified.

I looked down. My locket was open, the mirrored side facing me. At some point while I was sleeping, I must’ve opened it. Adrian’s hand shot out, but this time, I was too fast for him.

“Don’t you dare,” I snapped, holding it out of his reach. “It’s the only picture I have of my sister after you left everything I own back at that hotel in Bennington!”

He lunged again, actually letting go of the steering wheel to reach the side of the car where I held it. With a sharp yank, he wrested the locket from my hands. I tried to snatch it back, but he shoved me into my seat with one hand, finally grabbing the steering wheel with the other.

“Are you crazy?” I shrieked. “You could’ve gotten us killed!” If this hadn’t been a lonely stretch of desert road, our careening into the next lane might’ve had permanent consequences.

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” was his chilling response. Then, still pinning me to my chair with that single hand, he held my locket up.

I gasped. Something dark poked out of the small mirror, like a snake made of blackest smoke. It disappeared when Adrian smashed the mirror against the steering wheel, but an eerie wind whistled through the car, ruffling my hair and stinging my nostrils with its acrid scent.

Adrian muttered a word in that unknown language, and I didn’t need a translator to tell me it was a curse.

“What was that?” My voice was hoarse.

He threw me a pitying glance, which frightened me even more. If he wasn’t angry, we must really be screwed.

His next words proved that. “Brace yourself, Ivy. You’re about to meet a demon.”

I didn’t consider myself religious. My parents used to take Jasmine and me to church on Christmas, but it was more a social event than a pious one. Hearing we were about to be attacked by a demon, however, made me pray like I’d never done before. I just wished I knew if anyone was listening.

Adrian wasn’t praying. He was cursing up a storm, if I correctly translated the spate of words coming from his mouth. He’d also lost that pitying expression, because the looks he shot me now were distinctly grim. It wasn’t the right time, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking the obvious.

“How did it find us?”

Adrian stomped on the accelerator, and the muscle car shot forward like it had rockets in the engine.

“Through the mirror,” he said shortly. “For stronger demons, mirrors act as portals, and you’ve been number one on their Most Wanted list since you escaped them in Bennington.”

I gaped at him. “Maybe you should have told me that?”

“You think I smash every mirror near you because I don’t want you to get conceited?” Then his tone softened. “You’re barely holding it together with what you do know, Ivy. I’m not about to tell you what you can’t handle yet.”
Anger flared, which felt better than the fear that made my blood seem like it had been replaced by ice water.

“No, I wasn’t ready to know that demons used mirrors as portals. I also wasn’t ready to know demons existed, or had kidnapped my sister, or that my parents were dead, or any of the horrible things I’ve dealt with in the past two weeks. But that didn’t stop them from happening, so quit protecting me from the truth, Adrian! It doesn’t help a damn bit!”

Adrian glanced at me, a gauntlet of emotions flitting across his features.

“You’re right. If we survive, I’ll apologize.”

My laughter was bleak. “You, say you’re sorry? Now I really want to live.”

To my surprise, he laughed as well, though it was colored with dark expectancy.

“Hold that thought. You’ll need it.”

Before I could respond, something filled the road in front of us. I would’ve said it was storm clouds, except clouds don’t sweep along the ground like a heavy fog rolling in.

“Shut your vents,” Adrian said, flipping the tiny levers on his side. I did the same, more apprehension filling me as he turned the entire air conditioning system off. No, those weren’t low-hanging clouds. They were something far more ominous.

“Turn around,” I said, my voice suddenly breathy.

“It wouldn’t matter” was Adrian’s chilling reply. “He’d only follow us. I need you to find hallowed ground, Ivy.”
I couldn’t take my eyes away from the billowing clouds in front of us. They were so dark, they seemed to devour the beams that came from Adrian’s headlights.
“All right,” I mumbled. “Give me your phone, I’ll look up the nearest church or cemetery.”

“It’s too late for that,” he said, stunning me. “You need to find it yourself.”
“How?” I burst out. We were almost at the line of black clouds. The temperature in the car plummeted, making my skin feel like it had turned to ice.

“It’s in your bloodline,” Adrian said, swinging off the road so sharply that the back end began to fishtail. “You can sense hallowed ground, so find some, Ivy. Now.”

“I don’t know how,” I shouted.

The car shuddered over the uneven terrain, bouncing so much I almost hit my head on the roof, but I didn’t tell Adrian to slow down. That wall of darkness filled up the rear window of the Challenger until I couldn’t see the glow of our tail lights anymore.

“Yes, you do.” A growl that sounded comforting compared to the horrible hissing noises coming from outside the car.

“I don’t!” What was that flash of white on my side of the car? Or that new, ripping sound? Oh God, were those teeth scraping away at the metal on my door?

“It’s getting in, it’s getting in!”

“He can’t get in the car.”

Adrian’s strong voice broke through my panic. I stared at him, my eyes starting to burn from the acrid stench that crept in through parts of the car we hadn’t been able to seal.

“I warded it against demons a long time ago,” he went on.

I felt better about that for three seconds, which was how long it took before the car lifted up on one side like a gargantuan hand had swatted it. For a paralyzing moment, I wasn’t sure if we were going to flip completely over. Then we crashed down hard enough to make the windows shatter, and I tasted blood from my jaw snapping shut on my tongue.

“’Course, that doesn’t mean he can’t tear the car apart around us,” Adrian said, stomping on the gas as soon as all four wheels were on the ground. “We’re running out of time. Where’s the hallowed ground?”

“I. Don’t. Know,” I screamed. My heart was pounding out of my chest from terror. If I knew a way out of this, I’d take it.

“Yes, you do,” he insisted, those sapphire eyes searing me when he glanced over. “Tell me which direction you want to run. That’s the right way, I promise.”

Which way did I want to run? In whatever direction this living nightmare wasn’t! The car lifted again, and everything in me braced for another impact. That awful hissing noise grew into a roar, and Adrian’s gaze met mine. In those darkly beautiful depths, I realized these would be the last moments of our lives, if I didn’t use an ability I’d never heard of before.

In the seconds before the car came crashing down, I closed my eyes. 

Concentrated on which direction I wanted to flee to, and tried to ignore the pain as flying glass pelted me from all sides. My instincts were screaming at me to run from the horrible thing outside these crumbling metal walls, and I let those instincts consume me, filling me until I couldn’t focus on anything else. I needed to get out of here. I needed to leave right now and go…there.

“That way,” I said hoarsely, opening my eyes and pointing.

Adrian’s hand closed over mine, his grip strong and sure. Then the car crashed down hard enough to make my vision go black and my whole body ache, but he didn’t hesitate. As soon as the worst of the impact was over, he grabbed his coat, yanked me into his arms, and then flung us out of the car.

His body took the brunt of the impact, but it still felt like I hit the ground with almost the same force as the car crashing down. My yelp was swallowed up by a tremendous boom! as Adrian threw something at the fog that rushed us. White flashed, more bright and brilliant than a lightning bolt. Those hideous clouds recoiled with a scream as though they were in pain.

Adrian leaped up, still holding me in his arms. Then he began to run in the direction I’d pointed, leaving that ugly, writhing darkness behind us.

Even without the nightmarish clouds surrounding us, I could barely see. 

Nothing but desert stretched out in front of us, and the headlights from Adrian’s car were now too far away to do any good. That strange flash of light was gone, too. Even the moon seemed to hide, but Adrian’s incredible strides never wavered. It was as if his eyes had night-vision technology built into them.

His speed had startled me when I was only an observer of it. Now that I was locked in his arms, hurtling through the night like I’d been strapped to the front of a bullet train, it filled me with terrified awe. His heart pounded next to my cheek, but he couldn’t be human. No mere mortal could move this way. 

Hell, some hybrid cars couldn’t go this fast.

“Where is it, Ivy?” he yelled, the wind snatching away his words almost before I could hear them.

I wasn’t sure anymore. All the darkness had disoriented me, and it’s not like there was a neon sign that said “Hallowed Ground This Way.” I didn’t say that, though. What I saw when I glanced over his shoulder froze the words in my throat.

That roiling mass of evil was right behind us. I shouldn’t have been able to see it against the midnight-soaked desert, but I could. The shadows forming it were filled with such seething malevolence that their darkness gleamed. Then something like a huge mouth gaped open, teeth long and razor sharp.

“Adrian!” I screamed, tightening my arms around him.

He didn’t look back, though his grip on me turned bruising. “Tell me where to go, Ivy!”

I forced myself to look away from the appalling sight, but I couldn’t look ahead. Sand-filled wind stung my eyes from how fast Adrian ran. I couldn’t see, but maybe I didn’t have to.

I closed my eyes like I had back in the car. Concentrated on my need to be as far away from the formless death monster as I could. My concentration broke when something sharp lashed my legs before digging in as though trying to claw its way up my body. I screamed again, and Adrian snarled, somehow increasing his incredible speed. With a final slice, the claws left my body, but something hot and wet ran down my legs.

I choked back my next scream, my heart pounding as fast as the booming beneath my cheek. Then I concentrated again, pain and panic finding the switch in my mind that I hadn’t realized was there.

“That way,” I said, pointing without opening my eyes.

Adrian changed direction, the hard pumping of his legs shooting pain into me from the endless impacts, but I didn’t care. Another roar sounded behind us, growing closer, until I could almost feel its icy breath on my cheek. My legs throbbed, anticipating more claws slicing through my skin, and though I knew I shouldn’t, I opened my eyes.


Monday, August 25, 2014

Spotlight and Giveaway The Devil’s Jukebox by Marcel Feldmar

The Devil’s Jukebox
Marcel Feldmar

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Pop Fiction

Publisher: Peabo Productions (Self-Published)

Date of Publication: July 8th, 2014

ISBN: 9781495947469
ISBN: 9781310876769

Number of pages: 294
Word Count: 80,000

Cover Artist: Sam Soto

Book Description:

A group of friends are reunited after twenty years to learn that their destinies are entangled with the immortal Muses and a mysterious lost jukebox.

From Vancouver to a New Orleans cemetery, roaming through Los Angeles to Las Vegas; it’s a supernatural road trip laced with rock ‘n’ roll.

Available at Amazon  iTunes  BN  Smashwords

If you order the paperback version of The Devil’s Jukebox 
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Just use the following discount code:      RR5RTBTN

…and the magic will happen.

The coffee, the smoke, the music, the air. They connect the future in some twisted roadside frenzy, and Annie knows she’s been here too long. The songs in the café move and she gets lost somewhere in the sound. Suddenly she feels the downbeat smooth across her cheek. She remembers that drumbeat, close as Sebastian’s heart was when he told her that he loved her. His voice, warm across silk sheets.
She remembers crying as the bass line slid through empty air after he was gone.
She’s not going to cry anymore. She walks out of the cafe with a backwards wave towards the barista. She walks, and all of the sunset junkies walk past her. Crowding her off the sidewalk with tired eyes, searching for just one beautiful thing to hold onto. Annie wishes she had that one thing. It only lasts a second, and it’s gone. Mistaking repetition for inspiration and emptiness for satisfaction, leaving her alone to drink in the hideous magnificence of the slowly lowering night. Like wine spilling over, stained by ocean and moon.
Annie shakes the strange vision from her head and finds herself falling into another one, but this time it’s right there. A woman hidden in a mess of hair and moonlight, crossed by shadows and pale skin. The street is dark, but the woman almost glows.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. At least,” she smiles, “not much.”
Annie is flustered, scratched by a sharp edge of Déjà vu as she hears echoes of something Phillip said to her a long time ago. This was someone like him… but definitely different. “Oh, no, I mean… it’s okay. I’m sorry.” Annie wonders why she’s suddenly apologizing.
The woman’s gaze is sickly sweet, and it lasts a little longer than Annie likes. She starts to step away, but a hand falls on her shoulder. She’s behind her, still smiling, and Annie didn’t even see her move. The streetlight flickers, a flash of darkness and Annie is suddenly aware of all the silence. She’s suddenly aware of the fear as well.
Annie thinks about running, or screaming, or both.
And she finds that she can’t. The fear moves into desperation, then a slow resignation. “Who are you?”
“My name is Pandora.”
“What do you want?”
Pandora laughs lightly, and it sounds like glass.
“I want you to be very careful.”
“What do you mean? What did I do?”
“It’s what you are going to do that concerns me.”
Annie stutters against her fear. “I-I’m not going to do anything.”
Pandora shakes her head. “Sometimes I forget how little you humans see. Consider this a warning. You didn’t listen the last time I warned you, and I do not like repeating myself. Don’t follow your friends.”
Annie stares, nervous and confused. “What do you mean the last time? I don’t remember you at all.”
“Of course you don’t.” Pandora fixes her eyes on Annie and it feels like lightning. “But remember this. This is not three strikes and you’re out. This is it. Leave the jukebox alone, or you leave this life.”
Pandora stands tall, pale, menacingly elegant, and Annie imagines that this is how flies must feel when they suddenly hit a web. The dark magnificence of the spider moving towards another meal. Except no spider could move like this. She narrows her eyes and Annie’s blood shivers within her skin. “Sebastian didn’t listen to me. Maybe you should.”
The woman releases her gaze, and before Annie can let a breath escape, she’s alone. She turns in a full circle—nothing. No one. She’s shaking.

All Annie wants is a drink, so she heads towards the Viceroy, where she’s supposed to meet Martin. It’s a small bar, but quiet. The drinks are strong and the music is decent, but Martin isn’t there yet. Annie sits near the back and faces the door behind a vodka martini. A slight touch of safety. She tries to clear her mind, to relax. She tries to not think about what happened. It doesn’t work. All she can think about is Sebastian. Who is Pandora? What did she do to Sebastian? Was she there when the accident happened? Annie can barely remember that, but she knows it was bad, and that maybe it’s best not remembered. And how did Pandora vanish so quickly? She sips her drink, knowing that Pandora is not like most people in this world. She is something that probably shouldn’t exist but is too strange to believe, so Annie covers it with more alcohol and comforting thoughts of illusions and hallucinations. She’s frightened by shadows of what might happen, and Pandora’s words echo in her head…
“You humans…”
This isn’t happening, Annie insists to herself and proves it by getting another drink. The music plays against the night, and Annie feels a memory shivering somewhere between the song and her cigarette. There was a time, long before she met her high school friends, when she believed in magic. There was a time, before nicotine nights and empty alcohol, when she would sit in her room and stare out the window and hope for something amazing. Something wonderful to sweep in out of the night and take her away. There was a time when she wasn’t scared.
Another drink. It stains her tongue with silence. Her nails dig a little too deep into her arm, and she stains her skin with violence. Sometimes it feels better to bleed than to need.
She places her hands on either side of her glass, not touching it, and tries to relax her thoughts. Her eyes slide heavy across the smoke of the room. Another sip and a slow thought of Sebastian slides in alongside. It feels like red wine time, but Annie knows she’s not going to start drinking that, not now. They had a history, lined up in empty glasses and faded labels, but that’s all it was. History. And sadness.
She sighs, skipping over the wine like smooth stones sailing across the ocean, but that doesn’t mean she’s not drinking. She’s drinking to remember how to hang onto that space between cigarettes that can last almost as long as the silence between songs. Sometimes Annie forgets that all it takes is a quarter to break her heart, as the jukebox spits out another sad song. Sometimes she forgets how small the world really is.

About the Author:

Marcel Feldmar was born in Vancouver, moved to Boulder, ended up in Denver, went back to Vancouver, moved to Seattle, and ended up in Los Angeles. He is married with three dogs, and enjoys well made cocktails. He is also a coffee addict and an ex-drummer for too many bands to mention. He recently traded in his drumsticks for a couple of pens, and proceeded to complete his first novel. The Paranormal Pop Fiction tale entitled The Devil’s Jukebox.

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Interview and Giveaway Variants by Michelle C. Reilly

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?

Well, it was a funny thing. When I started this series, I thought it could be either a paranormal or urban fantasy romance. So, I did a little digging and found that, because my background story with the Variants could be a story on its own, the book would be considered an urban fantasy. When I was done with it in October 2013, I went to a local writer’s conference and pitched it to some editors and agents. Imagine my surprise when I was told it was considered by two of the three to be a Science Fiction book. Mainly because my male character is from another planet. Well, that definitely took the air out of my sails. I hadn’t read science fiction in years. So, how was I going to market this? How was I going to sell it? After considering my options, I decided I’d self-publish, because I knew it was going to be difficult to sell this book into a particular genre. Why not cover them all? So, I, myself, consider Variants to be an Urban Fantasy/Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romance. How ‘bout those beans?

What is it about the paranormal, in particular vampires, that fascinates you so much?

I love the paranormal world because there’s so much I can do there. It’s like giving me a huge wall sized whiteboard and a thousand different markers and telling me to have at it. Oh, the possibilities!

Anathergians (and the Variants) have fangs. The Anathergians use them sparingly: as part of their transition into becoming a full-fledged Anathergian and immortal, to exchange blood (using a certain method) to become Lifemates with someone (and they continue to exchange blood during sex), and, as a last resort, they will use their fangs to fight.

The Variants use their fangs to brutally kill someone, though they don’t use them to exchange blood.

The use of fangs in exchange of blood (and not for food) has always fascinated me. To me, this is a being essentially taking in the essence of another being. Part of their soul, if you will. I’ve always found this so fascinating. How much more intimate can you become with another person?

Please tell us about your latest release.

Variants introduces us to Auden and Leah.

Auden is a very powerful king who came to Earth over five-thousand years ago. His planet was destroyed and he and his people took refuge on our planet. They look and act like humans, but they’re extremely powerful. The more royal a person is, the stronger they are. Because Auden has lived so long, he’s having a hard time keeping control of his thoughts and his powers. This can be very dangerous, since he’s the most powerful of all the Anathergians. A Lifemate anchors Anathergians. The two become a cohesive unit and meld together, making them even stronger.

It’s Leah’s sixteenth birthday when the story begins. It was a curious day for her because she noticed an old woman staring at her through the school window. She lives with her foster family, who she abhors, except her foster brother, Ceadan, who’s six years younger than her. The sun rises and shines over her brother. She’s extremely smart and has a photographic memory. On the night of her birthday, her step-dad decides to get a bit rough with her. When he threatens Ceadan, Leah fights back and does something to the man she doesn’t understand. She runs away and is soon surrounded by women who claim Leah is a witch. They want to take her away so she can learn how to use her powers. Of course, Leah thinks it’s a bunch of B.S. And there was no way she was going to leave Ceadan. After wrangling some promises out of the women to protect Ceadan (Leah can be very persuasive when she wants to be), and realizing she could never return to her home, she decides to go with them. Four years later, just after her 20th birthday, Leah is excelling at her magical powers. But, she has an incident that her head teacher realizes isn’t normal for a witch. Leah uses powers that witches don’t have. And her eyes glow when she uses them. This is something only Anathergians can do. So, the teacher contacts Auden to ask for his assistance.

The Variants are humans who have gone through a transfusion in an attempt to turn them into Anathergians. The process doesn’t have a very good success rate and, most times, causes the person to go crazy and, eventually, die.

When Auden and his men discover these Variants, and what’s happening to them, it’s quite abhorrent. You see, the Anathergians have sworn to protect the human race. It’s what they do. They’re the ones that can go after the terrorists that the U.S. military can’t get to. They’re the ones that get the things that go bump in the night. When Auden believes that one of his men is providing DNA to make these transfusions, he’s angry and disgusted.

When Auden meets Leah, he’s extremely intrigued. Since the Anathergians have so few children, he and his group keep close track of any of their people—Anathergians or humans—that become pregnant. Leah came out of the blue. Plus, she’s extremely powerful for her age. Of course, that’s not the only reason he’s so interested in her.

Unexpectedly, Leah goes through her Anathergian transition. The transition causes the person to become violent and extremely sexually active. They also need a blood exchange to survive. However, this can be tricky, because if the blood exchange happens a certain way, the couple could accidently become Lifemates. And when Auden believes he’s the only person who can help her with the transition, he finds this out… the hard way.

It’s soon discovered that the DNA being provided for the Variant transfusions isn’t coming from one of Auden’s men. It’s coming from an Anathergian—and extremely powerful Anathergian—that Auden or his men had never known before.

That’s all I say about Variants for now.  If you want to know the rest of this luscious story, you’re going to have to get the book. ;)

Do you have a special formula for creating characters' names? Do you try to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you search for names popular in certain time periods or regions?

I do, actually. I have a very specific website I use for names and, often, I do try to match them up with what I believe fits their character. But, I’ve used this formula for mainly secondary characters. Auden’s name has a very special meaning and I’m still waiting for someone to figure it out. Leah was just the name that came to me. It had always been her name. Ceadan was a name provided to me by a very good friend, and I felt it fit perfect, since his eyes are the color of a turbulent green sea.

Is there a character that you enjoyed writing more than any of the others?

I do love writing about Ceadan. I have all kinds of plans for him (along with many of the other very Alpha males in the book).

Do you have a formula for developing characters? Like do you create a character sketch or list of attributes before you start writing or do you just let the character develop as you write?

I don’t really have a formula for them. I try to let the character flesh themselves out.  I have an image of what they look like in my head. And, unlike many authors, I don’t go looking for photos. I just let it come to me.  I will tell you, I nearly choked on my popcorn when I saw the last scene at the end of Captain America: The Winter Soldier—the one where Bucky Barnes is at the Smithsonian. That was Gunner. I could NOT believe it. It’s been difficult to find images close to Auden. I’ve found a few. Ceadan, because he’s fourteen in most of the book, has been difficult, too.

What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?

I do love Auden’s reaction when he first sees Leah. He’s quite dumbfounded, which is saying something for someone who’s so very powerful and so in control of himself.

Did you find anything really interesting while researching this or another book?

Some of the background research I did on Auden was really interesting. Not really mentioning what it was. Someone will probably eventually figure it out.

Can you tell readers a little bit about the world building in the book/series? How does this world differ from our normal world?

In the Anathergian world, normal humans are unaware of them. And they like it that way. They don’t want to be known. They want to live in their underground and just excel at what they do: getting the bad guys or the supernatural things that normal humans are afraid of. They’re not afraid of anything… usually.

With the book being part of a series, are there any character or story arcs, that readers jumping in somewhere other than the first book, need to be aware of? Can these books be read as stand alones?

Variants is the first book in a trilogy. So, I think so far I’ve done a good job with giving a bit of background for the second book, but it’s probably best to start with book one for the trilogy.  The rest of the books after the trilogy (and I’m planning some lovely novellas as well), should be okay to start wherever they like.

Do you have any weird writing quirks or rituals?

I like to write in coffee shops because the background noise is kind of like a hum and not so distracting. When I’m at home, I’ll often put on brown noise to help me concentrate.

Do you write in different genres?

My first book was a straight out time travel romance. I never finished it, but I hope to one day. So far, I haven’t published in any other genres, but I have many planned. Since I’m a former Hospital Corpsman in the U.S. Navy, I’d like to write some SEAL books.

When did you consider yourself a writer?

I’m not really sure. I was a technical writer/editor/instructional developer for years, but even then I didn’t really consider myself a writer. I guess when I opened the box to my first proof of Variants and saw my name on the cover did it don on me that I achieved my goal of being published and being a real writer.

What are your guilty pleasures in life?

I allow myself to purge on donuts about one every six months. They’re my weakness.

Other than writing, what are some of your interests, hobbies or passions in life?

I’ve done web development for many years. I work two jobs, and both of them are heavily involved with being in front of a computer. So, that’s where I’m often found. I love going to the movies—action, superheroes, and sci-fi are some of my favorites. But I also love a good romance, too. I’m passionate about my kids, my two cats, and my dog. I’m also passionate about soccer. I coached and managed teams for many years, so I love the game.

What was the last amazing book you read?

I like to read all kinds of different genres. I love the Robert Ludlum original Bourne trilogy. I also love Karen Marie Moning’s Fever Series and Highlander books. I love all of the Harry Potter books. But, the latest book I fell in love with was Howard E. Wasdin’s non-fiction book SEAL Team Six: Memoirs of an Elite Navy SEAL Sniper. It was real and deep. It really got to me to think what our service members do for us on a daily basis and we’re never even aware of it.

Where is your favorite place to read? Do you have a cozy corner or special reading spot?

In bed. Period. :) I love snuggling under the covers and reading.

What can readers expect next from you?

I’m working very hard on WITCHES, book two in the Anathergians Trilogy. I’m hoping to have it online no later than October. I’m also looking at doing a quick 20k word novella involving one of the more luscious Anathergian warriors.

Where can readers find you on the web?

All over the place, but mainly at:

Would you like to leave readers with a little teaser or excerpt from the book?

Sure! I’ll give you a bit of background first. Auden’s been pushing Leah away, and Leah’s been pretty confused. They’ve gone to a large battle together (Leah’s first real battle) and Auden is starting to realize that he has some feelings for her. I’m not giving the entire scene… just some bits and pieces.

Auden clasped her hand. “Come with me.”

Not daring to question him when he was so on the brink, she followed. He nearly dragged her through the curved hallways until they came to his door. Staring at it for a moment, he squared his shoulders and pressed his hand to the panel.

When they entered, the low lighting caste an amber glow on the furniture. She glanced to the left toward his office, but he pulled her to the right to a pair of double doors. Her heart skipped like it was playing a round of hopscotch when she realized where they were headed.
He released her hand, opened both doors wide, and stepped in. She hesitated and then followed him. Leah gaped at the size of the room. Against the left wall was a sitting area with a bar and floor to ceiling bookshelves packed tight with all manner of books. To the right was a bathroom.

The centerpiece drawing most of her attention was the huge bed dominating the room. The four poster bed was covered in brown ermine and opaque gold material draped across and down the intricately carved posts.

Auden stepped in front of her, the corners of his sensual mouth tugging downward as he regarded her. He reached out a hand, and ran his finger along her hairline, down her jaw, and then her neck.

His fingers continued their trek down her shirt, over the swell of her breast, her nipple, down her stomach, and to the hem of her shirt. Heart pounding, her breaths increased as she watched the sensual path of his exploration.

He stopped and brought both hands under her shirt, up the sides of her rib cage, and continued upward until the top came free.

With it also came the hair band holding back her hair, and the strands landed in her face. She lifted her hands to push the hair out of the way, the movement causing her breasts to rise.
His gaze drifted to her red bra and then back to her face. The heat within their dark depths caused a dampness to suffuse her, making her crave him. She stood on her toes to take his mouth. Her hands went around the back of his neck as she sucked and then nibbled his bottom lip. He was warm and tasted of a blend all his own. She took a deep breath, and his moist exhalation filled her. The need to have his skin against hers overcame her and her hands glided down his hard chest and abdomen, and she lifted his shirt. He helped her pull it off, and she thrilled to feel his hot skin against hers.

Auden bent down, brought his arm beneath her knees, and carried her to his bed. He reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and dropped it on the floor.

Embarrassed, she wanted to cover herself. Though they had already been together, that night she had been completely uninhibited, which wasn’t like her. But when she noticed the awe in his gaze, she stopped, enjoying his admiring look as it feasted on her breasts. A low moan slipped past her lips.

He kneeled and removed her boots and socks, tossing them across the floor…

“Turn over,” he said.

Her eyes widened a fraction, but she did as he asked, and rolled onto her stomach. He scooted her forward, the ermine fur rubbing against her sensitive nipples. His hands grasped her hips and raised them so she rested on her knees. He placed his own knees on either side of her legs and leaned over her.

“Do you have any idea how afraid I was tonight?” he asked, his voice guttural and his breath tickling her ear.

She considered him through the strands of hair covering her face. “I felt your fear.”
He brought his hand up and swiped her hair out of her face and nipped at her earlobe. “And do you know why I was afraid?”

“Because you lost some of your brethren?”

“No,” he said, his breaths coming harder. “I was afraid I would lose you,” he admitted and slammed into her.

The Anathergians Trilogy
Book One
Michelle C. Reilly

Genre: Sci-Fi Fantasy with Romance

ISBN: 978-1500364489

Number of pages: 270 print
325 Kindle
Word Count: 92k

Available at Amazon and CreateSpace

Book Description:

Sworn to Protect the Very People Bent on Destroying Them


Auden, the king of the immortal Anathergian race, came to Earth five thousand years ago when he and his people escaped from their destroyed planet.  His power is immense, but is threatened because he has yet to take a Lifemate.


With the blood of an Anathergian and a witch running through her veins, Leah is a force to be reckoned with. After leaving her foster family to learn how to master her new-found powers, Auden finds her.  With him, she discovers her heritage, her strength, and her love.


An Anathergian is using variant strains of his DNA to turn humans into Anathergians.  This enemy’s goal: use the Variants to take over the world and take Auden’s place as king.  Auden and Leah’s goal: Stop the enemies and discover what connections Leah has with them.

About the Author:

Michelle C. Reilly is a single mom of two wonderful boys. She spent ten years in the U.S. Navy as a Hospital Corpsman Preventive Medicine Technician, which meant she was actually attached to or stationed with the U.S. Marine Corps. She has a Masters in Science in Public Health, but she is generally an IT geek and a geek of many other things as well. She currently resides in Las Vegas, NV, with her two cats, Meowdy and Moose, and her dog, Katie aka “The Old Lady.”

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