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Monday, July 8, 2013

Tour Wrap Up: Dragon's Thief by Susan Lute




Hi Roxanne, this is the last stop for Dragon's Thief on this book tour. I has been so much fun! Thanks for having me. Your site is the perfect place to end this marvelous journey :)

When I got on that plane for Norman, Oklahoma a few years back, with an idea to write something so totally different that when I was finished I would have a clear idea where my voice fit best in the writing world, I had no idea what my fictional world would look like; only that my characters would meet in a bar.

Somewhere between... Logan Pen slipped out of the lusty crowd and into a bar that was only a decimal quieter. He’d been in New Orleans six hours and in the French Quarter half that time. Already he’d picked up a tail...and...“We’ll meet again, thief.” He took a long pull of the drink, then licked the mixture of rum and blood from where it burned his lip. “You can bet on it.”, ...a world was born.

This world was the window of time between the alignment of the earth with the center of the Milky Way, bringing down life as we know it, and the prophesied 1000 years of peace. I KNEW in my gut, peace wouldn't come without a lot of struggle on humanity's part, or a price. Enter the Darwin changelings who have remained hidden for millennia.

The next question was, what does this in between time look like? On one hand, two-thirds of the world's population has perished. Everywhere you look is rubble. On the other hand, the Naga, dragonkind, have been around for a very long time, and it's been thirty-three years since the night that changed humanity's future. There are many who remember the before times, and being clever, it's time for humankind to move forward, rather than wallow in a manipulated, destructive past. As Spock would say, “the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few...or the one.” It's also very handy that one of Daniel and Abigayl's quints is a geek, and loves remaking the old machines so they work in the new emerging world. I hope that also gives the stories a bit of a steampunk, Victorian flavor.


So a new world is emerging, the dragonkind are coming out of hiding. Avalon, secret home of the dragons, is revealed. A villain of the worst sort wants to take over the world. The Dragonkind Chronicles...the battle is just beginning.


Excerpt:

Breathless from her flight, Beyla Higgins moved deeper into the dark mists of the mirror image of the room she’d escaped. No human, or dragon for that matter, could follow her here.
The noise of the bar receded to muted noise, finally replaced by soothing ripples of cocooning silence. She desperately missed the sounds of her human family, but at least here, deep in the shadows, their deaths didn’t hurt so much.
As though he could still see her, the dragon-man who’d had the audacity to capture an Umbra, raised his glass in her direction.
As she swiped his blood from her lips, her skin warmed at the challenge she could read in his dark eyes. The streak of red burned her fingertips. The subtle scent of copper woke her senses from their deep slumber, disturbing the balance she worked so hard to keep in place.
He would make her pay for her audacity. She fingered the trinket she’d stolen, then rubbed where his teeth had scraped her lips, attempting to erase his arrogant touch.
Ordered to follow the human, she’d never once suspected the simple assignment to be more than a trifle duty given to one who admittedly, knew little of the ways of her own kind.
With little to occupy her days, except putting one foot in front of the other, surviving was all she had left. If she could find the purpose in it.
Beyla stared at the shiny, gold talisman, with its strange markings, nestled in the palm of her hand. It was the way of the females of her kind to be able to sense and retrieve objects of value. She was particularly good at it, even as a small child living in the human’s world with no idea of her birthright.
Once her searching fingertips had brushed across the hard, round surface, it’d been impossible to leave the treasure behind. Stealing the strange medallion from the dragon-man scowling in her direction ignited the first spark of excitement she’d felt in three cold years.
The gold metal heated her hand. It was the same heat that had flared between them when she’d touched her lips to his in a crazy bid to escape the steal strength of the fingers manacling her wrists.
She lifted her chin. Who are you? The question was ripped from the deepest heart of her.
I told you. His sigh contained little patience. We are the Naga.
The breath of his response, a distant echo drifting like fog on a dark night lit only by the moon, touched her mind. Her fingers curled into a fist, clenching the golden piece until her palm hurt.
What kind of power was this? How was he speaking in her thoughts?
I know who the Naga are. You are my enemy.
She shifted deeper into the darkest shadows, far from his lightning reach. Her body became lighter, her essence, that part of her that was Umbra, connected with others of her kind. The hum of all their thoughts made order out of chaos, but not out of the emptiness that was her constant companion.
A shudder of arousal, more fierce than any she'd ever felt, worked its way into the silent place in her heart that had died along with her fiancé.
Meet with me.
No! I don’t trust you.
He sneered. And, for good reason. I don’t trust you, either. Nonetheless, we must talk.
Taking one last lingering look at the black-haired, black-eyed dragon in human guise, she followed the shadows out of the bar to those cast by flickering gas lamps lining the street. When she was a child, living among humans, her stepfather had told fanciful stories, old fables of dragons from the Before Time. Since discovering she wasn’t human, and returning to her kind, she’d heard whispers of the Naga, that someday they would return. She’d thought they were just stories, too.
The Elders. She must tell the Elders. They would want to know the day had come. The Naga, their enemy, had indeed come out of hiding.
She searched the crowds spilling into the street to make sure the way was safe. Behind her, she felt him coming after her. Her skin sizzled with an awareness that was new and confusing.
Heart racing, she glanced over her shoulder. Her pursuer was backlit by the light from inside the bar. He shifted slightly so the building blocked a portion of the light illuminating him. On the edge of her world, he showed her his true nature.
An incomparable being of absolute beauty gleamed and shimmered in iridescent blue-green. The dragon stretched, its tail curling up around his broad chest and neck, wings opening majestically. Flames flickered with each breath he took. Familiar black eyes called her coward.
It was magical. The most phenomenal thing she'd ever seen. Humans partying in the street didn’t seem to notice what was taking place.
Beyla’s stomach suddenly ached with an indefinable, illusive something she couldn't name. Remembering how easily the hard faced man had captured her, she shivered.
He was hunting. Hunting those who’d been hidden for as long as any could remember. The question was, why?

Dragon's Thief
The Dragonkind Chronicles
Book 1
Susan Lute

Genre:   post-apocalyptic paranormal/fantasy

ISBN:   978-0-9849784-5-8

Number of pages:   187
Word Count:  88K

Cover Artist:   Susan Lute / Crazy Hair Publishing


Book Description:

From the Dragonkind Chronicles – the battle is just beginning...

In a post -apocalyptic world where Darwin changelings emerge from hiding and humans struggle to reclaim their former glory, mercenary Logan Pen doesn’t want to save the world. His mission is to protect his greatest treasure - his family. That is until he tries to capture a shadow thief. Beyla, a beguiling, emotionless Umbra steals his telein - a talisman forged at his birth while escaping his grasp, making her by ancient dragon law his mate.

Her enemy - a fiery Naga - and the talisman she’s stolen from him rouse emotions Beyla has spent three long years in the land of shadows stripping away. Still she hasn’t been able to banish the grief and pain left by the murder of her human family.


Fighting a desire that flames out of their control, and scrambling to save humanity and their own kind, Logan and Beyla are forced to  join forces to keep a weapon of incredible destructive power out of the hands of the man who would use it to conquer their world. With evil on the brink of victory, only through sacrifice do they learn to trust and embrace the love that will change them forever.

About the Author:

Susan Lute is first and foremost a wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, dreamer, and author. She is traditionally and Indie published in contemporary romance, women's fiction, and and paranormal/fantasy romance.

Her debut novel, Oops…We’re Married? has sold over 130,000 copies, was a Reader’s Choice nominee and Holt Medallion Finalist. Things you should know - she was born the oldest child of a military family; she's traveled far, but has never been to Hawaii, Paris, or Crete, an omission she hopes to correct soon; her favorite places in the whole world are New York City, Sedona (Arizona), Ouray (Colorado), and Bath (England).

Currently she is working on the second novel in her Dragonkind Chronicles, and dreaming up a new urban fantasy.

website:  www.susanlute.com



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Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Return of Benjamin Quincy Exclusive Excerpt Tour Stop



Excerpt :

    
“I don’t want to live here. I want to go live with Mom.” Isabel’s wail ended in the too familiar sound of stomping feet.
Ben wanted her to be happy, but he didn’t dare let his daughter see how easily she could scored points off her old man. Solely responsible for her now, he wasn’t about to give in because being a good dad was the hardest thing he’d ever tackled.
A gamin face snuck into his thoughts. Riotous blonde curls kissed with sunlight framed clear topaz eyes. It took him back almost a dozen years. Ben swore under his breath. It was inevitable that coming back to the scene of his own happy childhood would resurrect the memories he’d buried of his high school girlfriend.
Sydney Marshall should be long gone from Rosewood. It was all she’d ever talked about - until the day her dad was diagnosed with bone cancer.
Forget her. You have more important fish to fry. Not the easiest advise to follow. Never had been.
“Daaad! You’re not listening.”
“Of course I am. Go check out the upstairs. You can’t tell me you don’t like the house until you’ve seen the whole thing.”
Isabel huffed out a breath on a high dramatic note, but did as she was told. Her shoulders slumped as she dragged her feet up the stairs. The toes of her shoes caught each riser, leaving behind a rhythmic hollow clunk.
Despite his efforts to push Sydney’s image out of his mind, along with the way she’d heartlessly cast him out of her life, he could still hear the tinkle of her laughter. Thinking Isabel hardly ever laughed, he buried the offending memory. Again.
Stay focused, Quincy.
He went through the rest of the first floor with an eye to what improvements needed to be done before they could move in. The craftsman style bungalow needed work, but at a glance it looked like he should be able to do most of it himself.
Isabel needed this. He needed this. He couldn’t fail his daughter again, the way he had when he’d mistakenly let Diana take her to New York, thinking a child should be with its mother.
Listening to her footsteps moving from room to room above his head, he found the realtor, Robin Weston, a sultry brunette, with a teasing wink and wicked smile aimed directly at him, in the kitchen.
He considered her unspoken offer. Dating a local girl. Could work. Perhaps later, when his pride didn’t feel quite so bruised. Two blunders in the female department wasn’t the best track record for a single dad. “How long will it take to close on the house?”
“Not long at all. Mrs. Frank is quite happy with your offer,” Robin all but purred. “I hear you’re getting The Gazette, too. Meredith must be so relieved you’re buying it. It’s been a financial burden for her for a long time, and now, with her recent illness and Sydney Marshall moving to New York-”
His brows slammed together. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Frank is sick?”
“You haven’t heard? Well. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Meredith had a stroke three days ago.”
Three days ago he’d been on the road with Isabel. Before he’d left Chicago, he’d made arrangements to have lunch with Meredith - he glanced at his watch - in an hour to sign papers and finalize their agreement to partner for the first year while he got his feet underneath him.
Disturbed by the news and worried for the older woman he’d been dealing with by phone for the last three months, he gave Robin his cell number, then eased her out of the house.
He’d grown fond of Meredith. Respected her long business experience. Her ill health was unexpected, but he would untangle the legal ramifications after he saw her. Unless The Gazette was in bankruptcy, he saw no reason to change his plans at this juncture.
Anxious to check on his soon-to-be business partner, he took the stairs two at a time, making it to the second floor before it percolated what else Robin had said.   
Sydney Marshall was moving to New York. Sydney was still in Rosewood? The world stood still until he found his daughter in one of the rooms that opened off the landing.
Isabel. She was the one who mattered now. Shoulders slumped, she stood at a window overlooking the town. It’d started to rain; a soft, reassuring patter on the roof. In the diffused light, the ten year old watched cars moving lazily along the wet streets below.
Ben’s heart skipped. His girl spent way too much of her time watching and not doing. “I told the Real Estate lady we’d take the house.”
Isabel’s chin drooped to her chest. “Mom’s not going to let me live with her, is she?”
He could do this. He could be a good dad. Half the problem was his kid was too smart for her own good. He shoved a hand in his pocket and crossed his fingers. The musty smell of the empty house enveloped him. “No Baby, she’s not.”
She squeezed her eyes in an effort to hold back tears. His heart pinched st her bravery.
Voice wobbling, she exhaled softly. “You could talk to her. Make her-”
He dropped to his knees, drawing his darling girl into his arms. Her trembling frame was too fragile, so he told a bad lie mixed with most of the truth. “I would. If I thought it was best for you to be with your mom. But I think it’s better you stay with me.”
How could he make his child understand, while living in the shadow of her mother’s career, Isabel had become a ghost in Diana’s life? “Is it such a terrible thing, living with your old man?”
Isabel sniffled against his shoulder. “I guess not.”

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The Return of Benjamin Quincy
A Rosewood Novel
By Susan Lute

Blurb: 

All Benjamin Quincy wants is to make a stable home for his ten year old daughter in the town he grew up in and left in bitter disappointment. Young and hot headed, he made a mistake. 

Eleven years later, he’s a divorced, single dad with a troubled child, and a lot to make up for. 

Sydney Marshall has finally snagged the perfect job at a coveted travel magazine in New York. 

Does she care that her ex has returned to the tiny town of Rosewood with a precious daughter who’s not hers? 

Does it matter that every time he comes near, her heat flutters madly like in the old days? No! Her bags are packed; plane tickets are stashed in her carry on bag; the adventure of a lifetime is about to begin. 

There’s only one problem. Life and Rosewood have a penchant for interfering in the best laid plans.



Author Bio: 

Like all children of military families, Susan spent her childhood moving from one duty station to the next. An ardent student of human nature, she acquired a love for ancient history and myth, a fascination for the ridiculous and unusual, and is the first to admit, she still collects way too much useless information. 

These days, when not working as a Registered Nurse, she writes whenever she can. When not writing, her favorite things to do are spend time with family, read, watch movies, garden, take black-and-white photos, travel, and remodel her house. 

Website: www.susanlute.com 






 
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