Tuesday, May 2, 2023

Author Interview with Valerie Storm - Author of The Demon Storm Series #YAFantasy #Fantasy


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

            I’m Valerie Storm! I’ve been writing for 20 years, and have always been heavily inspired by video games and anime. That was what started me in Young Adult Fantasy – I was always drawn to fantasy stories, especially involving demons or supernatural dark forces (Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Disgaea). The very first story I ever wrote was a fanfic of Kingdom Hearts wherein my friends and I got elemental swords and were sent off to save the world, usually from other video game characters.

            Young Adult has always been a special place for me as a reader; I loved reading even at a young age, but, as with many, many others, my life changed when I read Harry Potter. I wanted to replicate that kind of world-breaking story, and I wanted to do it better (especially when I got older and realized just how much retconning happened). Now, here I am: on the third out of eight books for my Demon Storm series!

What inspired you to write this book?

            The Storm Darkens was purely inspired by my love for villains, body possession, and hopelessness. I always loved when villains knocked the heroes down to the dirt in the most despicable ways. In a way, this described most of the books in my series, for that matter.

In particular, for The Storm Darkens, I think of Inuyasha: Affections Touching Across Time, where Kagome loses control of her body and is forced to attack Inuyasha. I LOVED that as an idea, and so The Storm Darkens grew into existence…though I won’t tell you who’s attacking who, or just how it goes. In the end, I think The Storm Darkens was a way for me to flex Raven’s powers, malice, and cruelty, while also expanding on her as a character in a way I didn’t get to in Storm and Shadow.

Please tell us about your latest release.

            The Storm Darkens is the third book in my Demon Storm series. As usual, it follows Kari and Ari, freshly reunited after the events of Birth of the Storm and Storm & Shadow. However, the villain Raven – who attempted to turn Kari’s attentions away from love and toward power – is back and ready to try again. The Storm Darkens, perhaps as evident by its title, is definitely a turning point toward the dark.

            For a long time, this was one of my stops in my writing career. I got to a certain point and had no idea where it needed to go – I only had the vibes of Raven’s dastardly plans to go off of. Within the last ten years or so, I broke that slump and did so much more with this book than I had ever hoped. I hope readers will see that and love this book as much as I do now.

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?

            This varies on my intent with the character. A side character – Julia – was named after a Julia in Okage: Shadow King that I hated SO DEARLY, I made my own Julia just to make her miserable (at least, that was my intent in the beginning).

            Other times, I’ll look at name meanings that match the attributes of the character. Sometimes this can be simple things like storm, evil, lightning, shadow…I’ve used mishmashes of Latin words to make character names (a prequel character’s last name is Luxalba, something like “white light”). OTHER times I use Fantasy Name Generator. It just really depends on the vibe I’m going with, how fast I need the name, and how important the character is going to be. I’ve named several characters off the cuff (Telda, Roland, Linus, all Raziac Village folk), but had to sit and brainstorm for others (Velthas, a character who gets namedropped in The Storm Darkens, was named when I looked at the Zelle app on my phone!)

Was one of your characters more challenging to write than another?

            Anyone who knows me knows my hardest character to write has always been Ari. I love him, Kari loves him, but good gods above, I could never quite get the right vibe for him. Was he angry, rude? Certainly not. But he should be sometimes – he goes through hard things, especially with Kari in his life. But he doesn’t internalize that, nor does he hold a grudge. He’s tough, but only when he needs to be. He can be soft and caring, but he's also very much a leader.

            Having always loved villains, I struggled with Ari being a hero. I could not properly write this guy who always wanted to do the right thing and had no flaws. How could he be Kari’s shining knight, always? I think I grew tired of the idea. Partially, that was where The Storm Darkens saved us both. Ari learns the hard way that the life he has chosen (and he has very much chosen it, having chased Kari and accepted her back into his life) isn’t going to be an easy one. He will have his own trials and hardships, some separate from Kari’s. They’ll have to save each other. And I think, finally, that was what made me connect with Ari.

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

            Raven will always be my answer to this question! I LOVE writing her. I love her semi-tragic backstory, her cruelty, her plans, her flaws…I could write this woman forever, which makes The Storm Darkens so perfect for me. While Storm & Shadow is probably my favorite of the whole series, especially in terms of Raven’s actions and dialogue, in The Storm Darkens, Raven gets to play more of her hand. She COULD absolutely be Kari’s ally, but she’s played the game already. She tried to do it the nice way. Now Raven is ready and willing to rip away everything Kari has until Kari has no choice but to relent and do what Raven has always wanted from her – awaken the Catalyst.

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

            This is tricky; my opinion changes all the time, lol. I’ll share part of this scene: Kari and Ari have gone to hunt a demon who is attacking Raziac Village, mostly in the name of luring Kari out (for Raven!), and Kari loses control:

She can die now. There’s no point to her misery. She has nothing more to give me.

The thoughts that weren’t hers made her brows crease, but the uncertainty was drowned in a swirl of rage building deep in her belly, making her heart pound and her muscles loosen.

Why did she care what happened to this pathetic demon? She was a threat. Kari could remove her.

She squeezed Malice’s throat. Malice’s eye bulged, her wordless gasps pitiful. She flailed her legs, thumping against the ground.

The rage clawed Kari’s insides, claiming small parts of her as it went. Her arms and hands trembled, making erratic sparks dance and fizzle in the air. Her jaw clenched, and her lips twisted into an imitation smile.

“Die,” she grunted.

Those soft, musical notes vibrated in her ears, mutating her thoughts with madness. Beneath her fingers, a bone in Malice’s neck snapped. Soft defiant laughter spilled free from Kari’s mouth—

“Kari.”

Her head snapped around. Ari crouched on his knees several feet away, hand pressed against his side; fingers stained in crimson.

The sword lay beside him, Kari noted. Well within reach. Though she couldn’t connect why that mattered.

“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to end this.”

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?

            Unfortunately, these books wouldn’t be very good as standalones. I like to think I address the previous books’ happenings well, but there are always going to be things readers won’t understand if they never read Birth of the Storm or Storm & Shadow.

            If I had to try to explain, I’d say: Kari has lost so much in her life, and finds it hard to rely on others. Ari has changed this a lot for her, becoming a place of light when she feels herself falling to darkness – on the other hand, he has given her more to lose. Kari WANTS to have a home, a place where people love her and accept her, but fears this can never be.

When Kari learns from Raven that her lightning powers – an impossibility; demons should not have any sort of magic type abilities – hint at something greater, Kari struggles with the possibility that she is too dangerous for this world, for her loved ones; for Ari.

Where can readers find you on the web?

            Mostly I’m on Twitter, @Valerie_Storm! Sometimes I grace Tumblr and Instagram, but not terribly often (@valeriestorm & valeriestorm_author, respectively)

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

            Sure! Here’s a bit from around the quarter point of The Storm Darkens, where Kari returns to her mentor, Zina, to go over the events of Storm and Shadow:

Zina paused beside the long table. “I sense your news is not favorable.”

“You’d be right.” Kari was surprised to see an unusual number of books and scraps of parchment cluttered the usually clear table.

“What happened?” Zina bent over an old book that looked to be someone’s personal written notes, the writing uneven and illegible in places.

“The gem broke,” Kari muttered.

Zina straightened and faced her with an uncharacteristic frown. “How?”

“Ari. I think his power...blasted Raven’s soul out, or something. The gem cracked.”

“The young lord. You reunited with him?”

“Yes.” Kari steeled herself for a barrage of scolding.

“Interesting,” Zina said instead. “I did not imagine such blessed power would be capable. And Raven?”

 “She survived. Escaped.” Kari fidgeted. “Zina, I want some answers.”

Zina tilted her head. “What did she say?”

The directness of Zina’s question—and the lack of even a hint of surprise in her expression—almost made Kari forget her thoughts.

“A lot. You killed someone important to her. You threw me into a Binding with her without telling me anything about her. You know...”

Kari bit her tongue before she could mention the Catalyst.

Zina wouldn’t hurt me. She wouldn’t imprison me. Raven was a liar.

And yet her mouth would not work.

Zina leaned her hands on the table behind her. “Raven was not wrong. How does that make you feel?”

Kari did not need to search to find the answer. “Angry.”

Zina watched her, expression infuriatingly masked. “There are things I have not told you. I did not believe it was yet the right time.”

Kari’s legs shook, carrying her a step closer. “And now?”

“What else transpired? You’ve changed.”

            Kari balled her fists. “I...met Ari.”

That truth she could handle speaking.

Zina exhaled a low, unamused chuckle. “So you said. You are reacquainted with the young lord. And?”

Kari hated the shame that tickled. As if she had disappointed Zina. “We have reconciled. The village accepted me back.”

“I know it is foolish to warn you that the past may only repeat itself. And I do hope you understand the deal we made is off the table. I will not call Riniko here. If she returns on her own after realizing you have chosen to remain—”

“She only would if you told her!” Kari snapped. “Right, Zina?”

Zina’s lips twitched into a smile that could cut. “Raven did get under your skin.”

 


The Storm Darkens
Demon Storm 
Book Three
Valerie Storm

Genre: YA Fantasy
Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing
Date of Publication: 04/13/2023
ASIN: B0BY5RSVTP
Word Count: 92210
Cover Artist: Ginkahederling

Tagline: Ancient power wrapped in ancient secrets.The power to rend the world and save her loved ones, unless it devours her first.

Book Description:

Evil never really dies. It rises, again and again.  

Now—Kari knows it’s rising inside her. 
 
After barely defeating wicked Shadow Witch Raven, the wolf-demon knows her turmoil is far from over when her vanquished foe invades her dreams. And a new power stirs within her: thanks to Raven’s cunning, Kari’s potential as the Catalyst has awoken. A conduit for a terrifying, world-cracking force—one that could open at any moment. 
 
Kari has resisted this new temptation thus far. But Raven again forces her hand, unleashing a demonic abomination to draw her prey out—a deadlier foe than any Kari has faced before. If she taps into this dark new power, she could become strong enough to defend the people she cares about. But the Catalyst has bloodthirsty designs of its own…
 
If she submits, what new horrors will be inflicted on the world Kari’s come to love?
 
And when the Catalyst is finished with her at last—what will be left of Kari?

Available on Amazon https://amzn.to/3TfPTaH


Excerpt

Again, Kari thought of the purple-skinned mutation that had chased her and Vivianne.

“So there were others?”

Raven sneered. “Failures, yes.” She raised a hand, but Kari grabbed her by the wrist.

“What failures?! Did you send the long-armed mutation that killed my friend?!”

Raven’s emotionless eyes made her heart drop. “I have done so much worse than send one beast out into the world, Kari, but I did not imagine we were here to talk about that.” Raven twisted her hand, tangling Kari’s wrist in long fingers. “Shall I show you every life lost, every drop of blood spilled? Not merely for my own pleasure, but because of you?”

Captain Gorn and his men from Flatcairn, bloodied and broken. And…a field of purple-blue flowers becoming the eternal grave of a young blonde girl.

“Raven…” Kari’s voice hitched, threatening a scream.

Raven laughed, derisive and cold. “Focus, Kari. You know better than to lose yourself to grief, don’t you? You know what is at stake now, in the present.”

Kari wrenched away, eyes wild. When she did, the image of the desolate city wavered and was replaced by a shimmering vision of a dark room. Cages lined the walls, each one filled with a huddled group of monstrous beasts; neither human nor demon, they sported extra limbs or other grotesque developments. Eyeballs protruded from sockets, tongues lolled from the side of mouths, and tumors grew from faces, stomachs, and chests. Their groans and screams filled the space, echoing through a long, dank hallway.

“Stop!” Kari screamed, and the image faded to Raven standing in the middle of a body-ridden street. She stepped away from the witch before stumbling, landing hard on her backside.

“Why are you doing this?”

Raven approached, carefully stepping around the gore and bodies. “This? This is the cost of knowledge. I had to do these filthy, disgusting things to become who I am now.”

She stopped in front of Kari and knelt. Despite the darkness of her eyes, they gleamed with untold levels of cruelty. Kari had always seen such evil inside of Raven, yet she had never imagined things like this.

“I want you to ask a different question, Kari. I want you to ask yourself, what are you going to do to stop me?”


About the Author:

Valerie Storm was raised in Tucson, Arizona. Growing up, she fell in love with everything fantasy. When she wasn’t playing video games, she was writing. By age ten, she began to write her own stories as a way to escape reality. When these stories became a full-length series, she considered the path to sharing with other children and children-at/heart looking for a place to call home.








Monday, May 1, 2023

Tyranny of the Fey by Terry Bartley #Fantasy #ShortStories



Tyranny of the Fey
Terry Bartley

Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Starlight King Press
Date of Publication: 8/15/2023
ISBN: 979-8-9877958-1-1
ASIN: B0BV77GJCJ
Number of pages: 242
Word Count: 50,334
Cover Artist: Deryl Arrazaq

Tagline: Adventure Waits for No One

Book Description:

A collection of short stories in a connected fantasy world

A famed Elven researcher is worried about her home. When she discovers a new realm with massive magic potential, she believes she has found the answer. Will the Seasonal Fey Courts allow her to continue her research without interference, or do they have more nefarious plans?

An Elven princess runs away from her arranged marriage to a parallel world. Will she be able to find the adventure she seeks? While she is in search of battles with dragons and quests to obtain sacred artifacts, she finds that what she was looking for may have been a true connection with someone that understands her.

Two childhood friends, an Orc and a Goblin, have long dreamed of adventure. When a magic school dropout stumbles into their lives, they jump at the chance to realize their ambitions. This found family realizes the world of Galevyn is a much bigger place than the jungle they grew up in.


Excerpt

“Nice moves,” Aunt Poppy said.  Sweat was beginning to gather on her brow. Her sandy short-cropped hair glistened in the sunlight. “You must have been practicing while I was away.”

She raised her short sword to guard her face and torso and backed away from me. She certainly looked less intimidating in her formal pantsuit, but the shirt still strained from her hulking arm muscles.

“Something like that,” I replied. I didn’t exactly have fighting clothes, as my mother didn’t approve of this hobby. But my old, beat up riding clothes worked well enough. “Or you’re just getting old.”

I took a deep breath and flung my head to toss my dark black ponytail around to my back. I rushed towards her and she swiped her blade in my direction.  At the last moment, I dropped into a crouch and swung my leg around to trip her.  She jumped before I could make contact and flipped forward, over my head.  She lowered the edge of her short sword to my throat as autumn leaves fell around us.

“Got me again,” I laughed as she pulled her sword away and offered me her hand.  I happily took it and pulled myself up. The garden of the Autumn Maiden’s estate wasn’t meant for this sort of training, but it was always my favorite use of the grounds.

“You truly are getting better,” she repeated.

I pushed some loose hairs behind my ear and smirked. “Still not good enough to beat you.”

“Please girl, I have been adventuring for over a century now.  You are barely within your second decade,” Aunt Poppy reassured.

“I just really wanted to beat you before . . . .  Well, you know,” I admitted.

“Asha,” she began sympathetically, “just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean you need to stop sparring with me.”

“The future Autumn Maiden doesn’t concern herself with the martial arts,” I said,  pointing a crooked finger at her, mimicking my grandmother.  I pushed my nose out and opened my eyes a bit wider.

Aunt Poppy laughed. “You better not let her catch you doing that.  That woman never forgets.  You can trust me on that.”

That made a chill run down my back, remembering all the times I’d been scolded by my grandmother. It’s not what she says so much as how she says it. That tone will stick with you.

“But it's more than that, Aunt Poppy.  I don’t want sparring to just be a womanly dalliance for me.  I want to be an adventurer.  I want to be like you!” I exclaimed. I meant it. The princess life never seemed to fit for me.

“I know,” she said in a consolatory tone.  “But sometimes we just don’t get to choose our path in life.”

I liked to believe she truly felt things could be different. Why else would she send me such detailed letters of her adventures all the time? I hoped she might know about a loophole to get me out of this.

“But you did!”

Aunt Poppy sighed. There were some things, it seemed, even great adventurers can’t do. “That’s the blessing of being the second born.  I assure you, your father has made sacrifices because of his duty to the family. That is just something firstborns get saddled with.”

“It's not fair,” I whined.  I sounded like a small child. I always made sure to take advantage of my time with my aunt to get in all my overly dramatic complaints that I couldn’t do in front of the rest of my family.

“That it is not, Asha.  Life rarely is,” Poppy said solemnly, turning to look toward the Autumn Maiden’s expansive manor house.

“It's just,” I began,  “The way you talk about the material realm makes it sound like there is so much more opportunity there.”

“It is that,” Aunt Poppy admitted, “but there are troubles there too.  I’ll be heading back there after tonight’s dinner.  Perhaps if you make a good impression your grandmother might let you tag along.”

I smiled at the thought, even though I knew it was a far-fetched fantasy.

“Asha!  Sister!  It is almost time!” My sister Tinsley called, running out of the large decorative glass double doors on the back of the manor house.

“Very well, Tinsley,” I relented and began following behind her.

“Eh, not so fast,” Aunt Poppy said.

I looked down and noticed the training sword still in my hand.  I handed it over.

“I get it,” Aunt Poppy began, “I’ve had more than a few first dates I’d wished I’d brought a weapon along, but it may not offer a good first impression.”

“Probably not,” I laughed.


About the Author:

Terry Bartley is a journalism, literature, and English teacher at Scott High School and writer of the upcoming collection of short stories, Tyranny of the Fey. Terry is the host of the podcast “Most Writers are Fans,” about the intersection between writing and fandom. Terry has professionally written for the Coal Valley News and Screenrant. He has won awards for writing and broadcasting from the West Virginia Associated Press, the National Broadcasting Society, and MarCom. He has a B.A. in English from the University of Phoenix and an M.A. in English Education from Western Governor’s University.He loves tabletop roleplaying games, social deduction games, reading comics, and watching musical television shows. He lives in rural West  Virginia with his dog, Etsy.














Thursday, April 27, 2023

Beginning of Arrogance by Bryan Cole #Fantasy


Beginning of Arrogance
A Paladin’s Journey
Book One
Bryan Cole

Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Fat Paladin Incorporated
Date of Publication: June 30th, 2022
ISBN: 9780228868682
ASIN: B0B5JJ338K
Number of pages: 410
Word Count: 125,476
Cover Artist: Vilenko Vujicevic

Tagline: Paladins are nothing but trouble

Book Description:

Paladins are nothing but trouble. Stories about paladins are everywhere, noble warriors riding magic steeds into battle against terrible foes. Champions of their gods. Heroes to everyone, except those who already have everything. Paladins are notorious for upsetting the balance of power, to the detriment of any who don't worship their deity.

So when Krell is called to service by the capricious god of the seas and skies, ReckNor, those with wealth and power can't help but be concerned. ReckNor hasn't called a paladin in years, and his nature is ever-changing and erratic. The fact that Krell is also an uneducated nobody with a stubborn streak as wide as the sea turns their concerns into fear.

All of which matters less than the threat clawing its way from the waves, ready to turn the ocean red with spilled blood...

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Excerpt:

Gerrard fell back and walked beside Krell for a moment.

“So, Krell, how do you know about the Forge Father and all that? Never heard you say anything like that before, you know?” Gerrard smiled up at him.

Krell laughed. “It’s true enough, Gerrard, that my education could best be described as lacking. Most people say I don’t know anything. I grew up alone, you see, so nobody taught me anything useful. I had to learn it all myself.”

Gerrard looked at him questioningly. “Alone how? I can’t see humans, even as insane as they often are, abandoning a youngling to grow up alone.”

“Oh, I had a family. Still might, somewhere, maybe. But I was lost at sea when I was young. Not sure how young. Washed up on an island somewhere and spent a bunch of years surviving.” Krell looked up at the sky. “My memories there are… poor. Can’t remember much, but I remember the cold, the loneliness, and the hunger. Those stand out in my mind.” Krell shook his head and frowned.

“Olgar taught me basically everything I know, aside from how to survive alone. Whatever knowledge I have is thanks to him, and one thing he made sure I knew well was who all the gods and their followers are. Paladins apparently spend a lot of time in conflict with faiths other than their own.”

“Ah,” said Gerrard, nodding in agreement.

Krell shrugged and looked back at Gerrard. “Whatever else I am, Gerrard, I’m a survivor. Maybe that’s why ReckNor chose me to be a paladin. Maybe he wrecked the ship on purpose to see if I had what it took. Maybe he didn’t. Either way, I hear the call. My blade is in his service, my will is his will. His voice thunders in my head, making his will known to me.”

“Wow. You know, Kraven’s right, you are intense!” Gerrard walked along in silence for a few minutes next to him. Then he turned and said, “That sounds really hard, having another voice in your head all the time.”

Krell laughed. “Nah, it’s really easy. When he tells me something, I do it. When he doesn’t say anything, I do whatever I want.”

Gerrard frowned. “I thought paladins had all sorts of rules they had to follow.”

Krell grinned at him. “You’re thinking of followers of Hieron the Honorable, lord of justice. There’s a big temple of his in Heaford, just up the coast, where the duke holds court. I’ve never met one of his followers, but apparently he loves calling paladins, and they’re pretty common in that faith. Most paladin stories are about paladins of Hieron.”

“Not common in ReckNor’s faith, though?”

“Not remotely. Apparently, Olgar can’t remember the last time ReckNor called one. He’s… well, most people think he’s insane, and that if you don’t appease him, he’ll destroy you. A cult of sailors and the mad. That he’s temperamental enough that even if you appease him, he still might destroy you. Which is all… somewhat true, I’d say.”

Ahead, Tristan laughed. “You’re telling me you think your god is insane?”

Krell shook his head. “No, but temperamental? Absolutely. Appease him or else, which is how his faith works. Sailors and those who live and work on the sea pay homage, though for many, it is out of fear. He’s often thought of as a survival-of-the-fittest sort of god.”

Krell noticed they were all looking at him now. Orca looked unhappy, Kraven appeared to be controlling his laughter, and Tristan and Gerrard were looking at him like he was dangerous.

“So… what does ReckNor teach, then?” asked Gerrard. Krell thought about it, and Tristan looked like he was dreading an explanation. Better to keep things simple for now, he thought.

“Basically two things. The first is that the seas and skies are his, so make offerings when you use them and he’s happy. The second is that he takes joy in the freedom of choice.” Krell went silent, and they walked on for a few moments before anyone said anything.

“I thought you were going to drone on incessantly about your god and how great he is all the time,” said Tristan. Krell looked at him and smiled.

“I’m a paladin. If you want that, go talk to Olgar. I’m here to show the faith of ReckNor through action, not through words.” Thunder rumbled in the distance as if on cue, adding ominous weight to his words.

Gerrard snorted. “Did ReckNor just add some thunder in the background to make you sound more intimidating or dramatic or something?”

Kraven laughed, and Krell joined him. Orca said, “That’s ridiculous!” at the same time Krell said, “Probably!”



About the Author:

Bryan Cole is the author of the Paladin’s Journey series. New to the writing world, he spent years working in the enterprise software space, focused on quality assurance and delivery of software applications. Which is weird, because that has nothing to do with writing fiction.

For that, we need to go back – way back – to his first experience with Dungeons and Dragons. His friend Chris brought over the box set for Myth Drannor, eager to play. Together, they realized they had no idea what they were doing, because neither of them owned a copy of the Players Handbook, Dungeon Master’s Guide, or the Monster Manual.

From those incredibly awkward beginnings, a lifelong passion for epic science fiction and high fantasy adventure was born. Everything from his grade 4 teacher letting him stay after school to play a video game where you were the wizard on a quest, defeating monsters by answering math problems, to some truly memorable movies like Willow that showed him a world bigger and more exciting than the real one.

Of course, Star Wars and Star Trek have had a major influence on him. Want to get in good with Bryan? Lead with a Star Wars meme.

From one of the good movies. Otherwise, your plan will backfire.

Bryan is also an avid gamer, and enjoys video games, board games, and tabletop roleplaying games.

These days, he lives in Toronto with his wife and daughter, and his adorable cat.










Wednesday, April 26, 2023

🏆💜2023 FAVORITE FAN COMPETITION💜🏆



 
World Famous author, Opëshum will be opening The 2023 Favorite Fan Competition on June 1st and closing it for entries on June 30th.
 
If you love SciFi and Fantasy Fiction Novels, and have a solid following on Instagram, Facebook or TikTok, you are eligible to enter the competition, and compete with others for the title of being her FAVORITE FAN of 2023 along with a cash prize of $75 U.S.
 
👉🏼CONTEST RULES:
• Read "Beyond the Father -Book 1 of gods on Trial: The Series™️"
• Prepare a video reel on Instagram, FaceBook or TikTok, sharing your analysis of the book, the plot, theme, greatest problems facing at least two characters, and what you liked most about the book. 

• Reels must be authentically yours and reflect ACTUAL content in the book. Brief recap summaries of the book synopsis are not eligible to win.
 
• The competition opens on June 1, 2023 which means those competing may start posting their Instagram, Facebook or TikTok reels as early as June 1st.
 
• The competition closes on June 30, 2023, meaning the last eligible reels must be posted on Instagram, Facebook or TikTok no later than 12 midnight IST on June 30th
 
• Opëshum and staff members from 1iR3 Publishers will be viewing each reel to judge them for quality, depth, and to look for the person who provided the BEST analysis and details on the book. The person with the best analysis posted to Instagram, Facebook or TikTok will be selected as Opëshum's Favorite Fan of 2023!!
 
The winner will be named in mid July via 1) an announcement on Goodreads, 2) the author's Instagram and FaceBook page, and 3) on the publisher’s Twitter page.
 
• Only ONE winner will be selected. 

• Contestants can borrow a copy of the book from a friend, check out a copy at the library, or get a copy of the book on Kindle here
 
• REGISTRATION TO ENTER THE COMPETITION IS FREE: However, you must email the author directly to register for the competition before you start. Email Opëshum Patroz directly at  BookReviews@GodsOnTrial.com 
 
• In your email include your name and link to your Instagram, TikTok or Facebook page so that the author and judges at the publishing house can view your reel
when you start posting your book analysis in June.
 
• The winner will receive:
🏆 $75 U.S 
🏆 A personally autographed paperback collector’s copy, signed with the author's famous purple pen
🏆 A gods on Trial T-shirt 
🏆 And the coveted title of Opëshum's FAVORITE FAN OF 2023!! 
 
Sponsored by:
 
1iR3 Publishers 
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Sheridan Wyoming 82801



Tuesday, April 4, 2023

Obedience by Liza Snow #RomanticSuspense



Obedience
Ties That Bind Series
Book One
Liza Snow

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Date of Publication: April 4th 2023
ASIN: B0BXJZFW6S
Number of pages: 617 pages
Word Count: 155000
Cover Artist: MiblArt

Tagline: He’d searched a lifetime for the perfect student. She’d always dreamed he'd be her teacher. Together they’ll soar in the silks.

Book Description: 

Cassandra

Growing up, I was mesmerized by a man soaring the skies.

The greatest silk aerialist in the world, Chandler Moreau.

He was once my lifeline, the dream I clung to after my parents died. I’ve always believed he was my destiny. To join him at the Dreamers Academy. To perform for him.

To soar with him.

He’s more than I ever imagined. Far more than a mentor. When I am high in the silks, turning, flying, falling, he’s my lifeline once again. Twisting my heart and my body into knots like the knots of his beloved Japanese rope bondage, Shibari.

I don’t want to live without him. With each lesson, each touch, I crave more. Only he can satisfy me. And only he can destroy me…

But I must keep him safe from the past that relentlessly follows me.

Chandler

She is my protégé, the student I’ve been waiting to take under my wing for my entire career. Someone with whom I could share my lifelong journey in my family’s circus, Cirque du Lys.

I never intended to fall in love with the student I was supposed to protect—from myself and the demons that lurk in my shadows. But sometimes fate has other plans.

Cassandra, my beautiful butterfly. I know she’s off limits. Forbidden. Still, I want her in my life. My heart. My bed.

My grandfather's taunting words still linger.

Mieux vaut plier que rompre.

Adapt and survive.

It’s what we must do. Cassandra and I share a history that entwines us more than the silks we’ve spent our lives mastering ever could.

There are secrets from the past that must never be told. And truths that could destroy what we’ve just begun…





More to Love

In addition to the paperback, Obedience is also available in a full-cast narrated audiobook, starring Daniel Zbel and Rapunzaroo, along with a cast of additional voiceover actresses. 

Brought to life in the way the story is meant to be told, and it will be the best audiobook you listen to this year—possibly for a very long time.

You’ll love listening to the two voices of these iconic characters. And don’t forget to read along with them and enjoy a fantastic, immersive experience. You’ll need the paperback copy to fan yourself off from some of the narration!

Listen to An Audio Excerpt Here: 


Excerpt:

I hadn’t needed to prompt her. She began, pulling herself upward, drawing those silks around her small frame as she went. Climbing high into the air as the two women began their duet. The French lyrics pulled me in every time. It was perhaps one of the reasons that while I simply tolerated most opera songs I’d heard, I adored this song.

Every time I heard it, every time I got lost in those little nuances of the language, it brought me back to summertime in Melun, France. Playing on the hills overlooking the city, lost in the grasses filled with wildflowers. Climbing into Meme’s apple trees. Perhaps the time in my life when it had felt so simple. All there were, were the memories of when I’d been happy.

And if there was any place I wanted to be, as I watched Cassandra ascending above me, knowing in seconds I would be right beside her, it was in those memories again. Bringing her with me.

The first stanza finished, and my mind immediately centered. My hands had already been wrapped in the silks without having to think about it. She paused, and I saw her attention drift downward. We fell captive to one another, and it was all I needed to see. I knew it was my turn to go to her. She was waiting for me.

In the same fashion she had moments earlier, I began my way up the silks beside hers, which had been a deep royal purple color. The entire time I made my way high into the room, I immersed myself in the French lyrics, the strings complimenting every rise and fall of the two women’s voices. Some moments, I’d lose myself in what I was doing, taking careful note of all the little adjustments my body was making. Other times, my attention drifted upward. Until finally, I was just beneath Cassandra.

When I paused again, I took a few deep breaths, steadying myself. Focused entirely on the beautiful woman above me, who was just as attentive to me. I nodded to her, signaling I was ready, prepared to follow her in whatever she had thought to do next.

At the precise moment when I had met her, she had already begun moving herself into a sailor pose above me, legs splitting, and much to my satisfaction, every single part of her in perfect position. All the small details I’d shown her the first lesson we’d had together were as pristine as when I’d helped her myself.

I would have taken more time to truly enjoy how proud of her I felt if she hadn’t twisted downward, dropping her torso straight toward me in a graceful fall. Before she’d completed it, I knew what she’d done. A Rainbow Marchenko. A famous move of Jeanne’s for many years. But watching her as she settled into it, I would have thought it was hers alone.

Cassandra’s hands dropped, releasing the silks. Dangling inches away. The only thing holding her in the air was the precise folds of those green fabrics wrapped around her legs.

Looking into her eyes as she hung there, waiting for me to act, all I could do was smile. She’d been focused, lost in her own world, but she’d come back to me. We were together again in the very place I had wanted to be with her ever since I’d seen her flying through the silks at her audition. I had dreamt about it every time since, every lesson we had, every time I’d watched her from the shadows of the theater while she practiced.

I had taken her to those fields in Melun with me, high in the trees. Trapped us both in those treasured memories, made all the better knowing she was there.

“I’ve got you, Cassandra,” I called out to her, gently. Steadying myself, my body locked in place. Breathing slow and rhythmic and calm. I watched her take the same breath as I had, waiting for the little drop in the lyrics before the next few lines began.

The moment their voices bellowed into the theater again, she let herself drop in a salto. In a gentle sweep of my body, I caught her gracefully into my arms. Twisted us together, letting the silks take hold of the two of us as we swung across the room, dozens of feet above the stage below us. Falling like two feathers locked together, dancing into the wind.

When the fabrics released us, I swung us outward. Our bodies drifted apart again as she spun around me, both of us still descending toward the floor. As beautiful as she looked, circling outward away from me, the moment she had, I wanted her back. I used my legs to give myself enough momentum to swing forward, latching on again once she’d appeared.

Cassandra had been so close I’d felt her breath against my face while we dangled above the stage. I got lost in the way it felt to be tangled up with her, a mess of bodies and fabric. Consumed by it. Convinced I might never let go of her again.

As we’d traversed the rest of the way back to the stage, I didn’t. The two of us descended together as a singular unit, just her and I and the fabrics. Improvising the graceful fall we were doing, finding little tricks and motions to carry out, all the while never leaving her side.

We’d both reached the floor, perfectly in sync with one another. I heard a gentle thump as we landed. Followed by the sound of both of our light, audible breaths. Steadying ourselves back on the ground.

Even having left the air, the silks still wrapped around us. Neither of us had freed ourselves. Cassandra was still in my arms, something I realized, when I hadn’t been so caught up in what we were doing all those feet above us, was happening for the very first time.

The sweet smell of oranges overwhelmed me. Her beautiful hazel eyes, those captivating flecks of grays and greens and browns, drowned out the world around us. I watched her breathing softly, holding her to me and those silks holding me to her.

And in those next few moments, every single solitary thing keeping me from her since the day we had met no longer existed in the little reality we were trapped in. Every fear I had, every reservation, disappeared. I tightened her to me, my hands capturing the sides of her face in a gentle sweep, as elegant as every other thing we’d done those last few minutes.

Our mouths fell together, and I lost myself in her. Trapped in those profound and so unbelievably relieving seconds in which the things that had stood in our way no longer mattered.

I hadn’t thought anything could have surpassed the experience the two of us just shared.

Undeniably, it had been the best minutes I had ever spent in those silks in my entire career. As simple as it had been. And we had barely started. This was only the beginning.

But this moment now was just as wonderful. As perfect as I could have hoped.



About the Author:

A bestselling independent author from Florida, Liza has been putting romance books into her readers hands for over a half decade and has loved every minute of it.

Liza lives with her husband, her two dogs and her cat, ten minutes from the beach. When she isn't writing, you can often find her walking and enjoying outside, with a coffee and a book in hand. 




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