When Pigs Fly, Mini-Interview & Excerpt

I'm excited to share one more author of the Gaslight & Grimm anthology with you today. She's the last of my mini series this month, sad to say but I've been honored to share these few authors with you.

Please welcome Christine Norris to the blog!

M:  Welcome Christine. It's wonderful to have you by the blog today.

The title, When Pigs Fly, caught my eye as it's the famous saying my family and I used when I was
younger to tell me I wasn't going to get anything. There's a fairy tale about it?

CN:  Thank you for having me! Actually, it’s just a play on words. The tale that this story is based on is The Three Little Pigs. Which is weird, right? It’s not a Grimm’s fairy tale, but it is a classic story.

M:  Could you share what your story is about?

CN:  Sure. The story, which has no actual pigs in it, is about three siblings and their airships. Two have chosen a path for their life that is different than what was expected, and on one fateful day, one of them has to make choices in order to rescue the other two. I bet you can guess who they need rescuing from! Oh, and there’s airships. And a dogfight. But there are plenty of nods to the original, some that are obvious and some not so much.

M:  What drew you to tell the story When Pigs Fly?

CN:  To be honest, it was a challenge. I don’t usually write short stories, though this is the second anthology I’ve had a story in in the last two years. I have already written a Steampunk-like version of Cinderella, called A Curse of Ash and Iron. Many fairy tales have an almost natural fit to a Steampunk retelling, if you can find the hook. I was looking for the most unlikely story you could think of to turn into a Steampunk story.

M:  What steampunk item did you use in the story that you would love to have?

CN:  I think I would love to have the main character’s airship. It’s definitely one of a kind!


Ahha! I like the twist to the Three Little Pigs here!

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An Excerpt from When Pigs Fly

Based on The Three Little Pigs

CHRISTINE NORRIS

“GET THIS BLOODY THING MOVING, LIEUTENANT NELSON. NOW!”

The captain’s furious tone caused the pilot’s face to turn white, his hand shaking only slightly as he raised it in a salute.

“The Athena has left. We were supposed to be beside her. And yet, Mr. Nelson, we are still in port. Why is that, Mr. Nelson?”

Nelson tried not to let the captain see him flinch, but was unable to hide his anxiety. The captain narrowed her eyes—he was a seasoned pilot, and she was not his first commander. Why is he anxious now? Because, like the rest of them, he has heard the stories. Perhaps it is better that way, the captain thought. If she was feared she wouldn’t have to fight to be respected.

“I am trying, Captain. The balloon is full, but we’ve only just lit the furnaces, and you know how long it takes for the steam to get to the engi—”

“I did not ask for excuses, Mr. Nelson. I asked for results. Or did you miss this morning’s meeting? Were your ears full of wax when the admiral read the intelligence report? “

Nelson swallowed deeply and shook his head.

“I thought not. If we are not underway in precisely five minutes, I will have you removed from duty. Permanently.”

The captain did not think it was possible, but Mr. Nelson’s face turned even paler. He understood the captain’s meaning perfectly, the threat undiminished by either her size or age.

“Yes, ma’am. Five minutes to launch.”

Captain Nightingale did not even acknowledge the pilot’s assent before she turned on her heel, her anger evident in the set of her shoulders and her determined stride. She knew Nelson was doing his best. Her fury was not due to anything the pilot had or had not done, only her frustration. She had been assigned to this ridiculous vessel, and now, on her first assignment, she was stuck in port, struggling to get this hulk of an antique moving.

The rest of the bridge crew kept their eyes glued to their maps and dials. They must have overhead the captain’s verbal assault on the pilot and did not want to be next.

Good. Saves me the trouble of yelling at them. The captain perched on the edge of her seat, but her body was not yet ready to be still. Her foot tapped out a steady beat, her fingers drumming on the armrest of her cushioned, velvet-upholstered chair, the beat of her heart resounded by the hum of the engines below. If sheer will could be used at fuel, this ship would have taken off long ago and flown faster than even the engineers could imagine. Patience had never been her strong suit. This first assignment wasn’t much—just a reconnaissance mission—but she had already botched it by not sticking with the Athena, her partner vessel.

Not that the commander of that vessel had bothered waiting, ruddy blighter.

“Three minutes to launch.” The announcement came over the loudspeaker, echoed by the pilot’s voice on the bridge. He glanced at the captain, his face pulled tight with anxiety, which was only slightly relieved by the captain’s nod of approval.

“There’s an…incoming message, Captain.” The wireless operator’s voice cracked, and he did not turn to acknowledge her. Nightingale’s stomach knotted with dread.

“Who is it, Lieutenant Commander Hemmings?”

“It’s…” The operator swallowed. “It’s the commodore, ma’am.”

“I see.” The knot in her belly turned into a stone, dragging her down. Still, she pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. “Patch him through to the loudspeaker, please.” She balled her hands into fists and jammed them into her thighs, bracing herself. “No, wait. I’ll take it personally.”

Lieutenant Commander Hemmings nodded. He flipped a switch on the wireless console, and a green light lit up on the ornate wireless receiver, which sat on the arm of the captain’s chair. Captain Nightingale lowered herself onto the seat, her spine straight as a bar of steel. She cleared her throat, and then lifted the polished dark wood and brass of the handset to her ear. There was a loud click and a bit of static.

“Captain Nightingale.” She tried to announce herself with as much confidence as she could muster, and hoped her nerves did not show.

“Petunia! What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation? Or can’t your crew get that beast into the air?”

Captain Nightingale bristled at the sound of her brother’s brash voice as it assaulted her eardrum. “We are already underway.” She hoped her voice did not betray the small lie. It wasn’t the first time she had been less than truthful with him—they were siblings, after all—but now she was also lying to a superior officer. Superior in his own mind, at least.

“By the time you get here, the mission will be over. Or is that your plan, little sister? Are you afraid you can’t live up to your own reputation? I told Command there was no use in having a woman as a captain.”

There was a sly, gloating edge to his words with which Petunia was very familiar. If it had been any other officer, she would have kept her cloak of dignity and professionalism wrapped around her. Of course, if it had been any other officer, they wouldn’t have spoken to her in that manner. But her façade of control dissolved like wet paper, anger filling her chest and spilling over into her mouth.

“Not at all, Commodore Porky. First of all, you’re not going into battle, you’re chasing intel.” Her voice was low, her mouth very close to the handset’s speaker. “Second, you know that or else you wouldn’t have flown off on your own. Or maybe you would have, since you barely passed Strategy at the Academy. But don’t you worry. As I have done my whole life, I will be there to save your bacon when you get in over your head.”

There was a pause on the other end and Petunia could practically hear the blood rushing to her brother’s face, his round cheeks turning the color of ripe apples. Using the childhood nickname had been going too far. It had slipped out in anger, but she wouldn’t take it back. He would only see it as further proof of her weakness.

Her brother’s voice came through in a hiss. “Just you remember, little sister, the only reason for your command of that—vessel—is because—”

She never knew what insult he had been ready to hurl at her. A sudden shout cut her brother’s rant short, followed by an alarm that blasted through the handset. Her brother’s voice was barely audible, as if he were holding the handset away from his mouth as he shouted the order that made her blood run cold.

“Wolves at the door! Battle stations!”

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About the Author:
Christine Norris is the author of several YA works, including A Curse of Ash and Iron and the Library of Athena series. She is overeducated, however, she has never flown an airship. She has a complete weakness for British television, an addiction to movies, re-told fairy tales, and police procedural shows. She also believes in fairies.



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Excerpt! from the highly anticipated Along Came A Spider

I read these, and was so excited!  Then I got an email from Kate saying she got the okay to have others share.  Eeep!  I was on it!  I've absolutely loved the first two books and seriously CAN NOT WAIT for this one to come out in August.

Read on for both the Excerpts, and to enter Kate SeRine's Big GIVEAWAY!

Along Came A Spider

By:  Kate SeRine

Due Out:  August 2013

Excerpt 1:

Prologue

            I remember darkness—deep, impenetrable. Not even a hint of ambient light in the void that had consumed me. And falling. I was tumbling through space and time in a nauseating spiral that forced the blood to my feet and sent another sort of blackness rushing toward me. Clinging desperately to consciousness, I curled into myself, wrapping my arms around my abdomen in an attempt to stop that sickening rush that made me want to vomit and sob at the same time.

A scream of terror surged up from the center of my chest, but I bit it back, forcing myself to remain in control. I had to keep it together, could not let the fear consume me. That’s what my father had drilled into my head time and time again.

You must control your fear, Beatrice, or your fear will control you. Never let your mind slip into the abyss where chaos reigns. . . .

I’d been there once before and had clawed my way out of the chasm one agonizingly pitiful inch at a time. And now I was falling again—but this time the abyss was not of my own making.

One moment I’d been playing on the floor of our cottage with my niece Mariella, and the next, my body had been snatched away from all I’d known and loved. I’d heard my family’s cries of surprise, caught the look of horror and panic in my father’s eyes as his arm shot out to grab my hand, but his fingertips had just barely brushed mine before I’d been jerked into the void.

And then I was falling. In darkness.

            Suddenly there was light. A blinding flash that made me wince even though my eyes were already squeezed shut. Then a sudden impact jolted the breath from my lungs. I had to blink several times before I realized I was lying on my back in a field, staring up at a sky that was not familiar, at stars that didn’t shine nearly as brightly as they should have.

Slowly, I sat up and looked around, seeing others nearby—just as dazed and disoriented as I was. They were Tales, some of whom I recognized from my little village. But we were no longer in Make Believe. That was clear. Gone was the scent of dew-kissed roses and sunshine on daisies. The air that now filled my lungs was stale, thick, heavy. The wind that whispered through the trees did not bring with it the laughter of fairies or the secrets of the pixies flitting about in the night. And the grass beneath me was no longer the velvety soft bed I’d lain upon as a child, watching the clouds drift lazily into fluffy white knights on pudgy steeds as they leisurely made their way to battle. Coarse and savage, these blades poked through my muslin dress, stabbing my skin like a thousand Lilliputian swords.

            “Are you hurt?”

            My gaze darted toward the sound of the voice. The man standing over me was devilishly handsome, his chiseled features stark and sharp, giving him an air of danger, but his dark amber eyes were kind as he gazed down at me.

            “Are you all right?” he asked, phrasing the question differently in response to my blank stare.

            This time I nodded and took the hand he extended, letting him pull me to my feet. “I think so.”

            “Good,” he said, the corner of his mouth hitching up in a mischievous grin that completely altered his countenance. He lifted his hand and wrapped one of my buttercup yellow ringlets around his index finger. “Hate to see harm come to a girl as pretty as you.”

            I felt my cheeks growing warm at the intensity of his gaze and quickly looked away, not wanting to look too deeply into those amber eyes for fear of what I might see. “What has happened?” I asked, glancing around the crowd as confusion and panic began to make them uneasy, their frightened voices growing louder. “Where are we?”

            The man at my side shrugged and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “Not in Make Believe, that’s for damned sure.”

            I let my gaze drift over his shoulder and saw a tall Tale I recognized from the story of Aladdin trying to take control of the rapidly deteriorating situation, his deep voice booming over the din of sorrow. “My friends—please! You must remain calm!”

            A woman with long black hair and eyes as blue as robins’ eggs hurried past me, glancing my way and giving me a terse nod before joining Aladdin as he tried to herd the crowd toward a series of carriages drawn by black horses. “That was Tess Little,” I breathed.

            “Little Red Riding Hood?” my companion asked, his brows arching with interest.

            I nodded. “Yes, but . . . Well, it can’t be! She disappeared almost a hundred years ago with the others.” My heart began to pound. “Have we been transplanted, too?”

            He shook his head. “No idea, but I’ll tell you one thing—I’m not letting them haul me in like a criminal just so I can find out. If I’ve broken out of Make Believe, I’m making the most of it.”

At this, his eyes met and held mine. I felt the connection beginning and started to look away, but his gaze was so unguarded, so unapologetic, I let it come. And in that glimpse, I saw a soul so steadfast, so dauntless and true, that I gasped at the beauty of it.

It was rare that a Tale let me past his defenses, rarer still that I was so taken with what I saw. But here was an intensely intelligent and quietly courageous man who could command respect from his friends and instill fear in the hearts of those who weren’t. He was also capable of genuine kindness and the deepest and most profound love. But I was shocked to see that he had absolutely no idea what a remarkable man he could be.

“Want to come with me?” he asked, grasping my hand in his and severing the connection between my soul and his.

I blinked at him, hardly daring to believe what he was saying. But more surprising was that I did want to go with him even though logic and reason warned me that such a thing was reckless and foolish. I swallowed hard, hating what I was about to say. “I cannot,” I told him, wishing I had the courage to flout propriety and take my chances with a man whose name I didn’t even know. “It wouldn’t be proper.”

            He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. “Well, maybe some other time.” He backed away, grinning a little sadly as he released my hand, his fingertips touching mine for just a moment before he gave me a wink and turned away.

“Wait!” I called, hurrying a few steps after him as he sauntered toward the tree line. “What’s your name?”

            He turned and offered me a rakishly charming grin that held more than a hint of mischief. “Nicky Blue.”

            “You there—with the curls!” I started at the voice behind me and whirled around to see Tess Little striding toward me, her long black duster flapping around her dark skirt and cherry red high-button boots. “Time to go.”

            I obediently moved toward the carriages with her. “Is it true?” I asked. “Have we been transplanted?”

            “Afraid so,” she replied. “But don’t worry—we have people with the FMA who will help you settle in.”

            “The FMA?”

            “Fairytale Management Authority,” she explained. “I’ll tell you everything on the way to headquarters. By the way—I’m Tess Little. But everyone calls me Red.”

            “Beatrice Muffet,” I replied, attempting a smile. “Everyone pretty much just calls me Beatrice. Or Ms. Muffet.” I chuckled a little. “Except my niece Mariella—she has trouble pronouncing my name.” My voice caught in my throat, the words lodging around the lump of sorrow that had rapidly developed at the thought of never seeing little Mari again. I coughed, forcing my emotions away, and blinked rapidly to clear the tears that pricked the corner of my eyes. “She calls me Trish.”

            Tess motioned me toward the last remaining carriage. “Well, welcome to the Here and Now, Trish.”

I placed my foot on the step, but paused and turned to search for Nicky Blue, hoping that perhaps he had changed his mind and had decided to come with the rest of us after all. My heart sank when I didn’t see him. I sighed, a part of me already regretting that I hadn’t gone with him. But it was too late to change my mind. Nicky Blue had vanished, having faded deep into the shadows like a spider in the night.

Excerpt 2:

Excerpt from Chapter 2 of Along Came a Spider

            “Get down!”

            My eyes darted toward the sound of the man’s voice. He stood over the body of the blonde, a small crossbow aimed at the brunette. I bit down on the vampire’s arm as hard as I could, drawing her tainted blood. When she roared with rage, her grip loosening for a fraction of a second, I dropped, rolling out of the way as the man in black fired the crossbow. The arrow struck the center of the woman’s chest. Her eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before she crumpled into a permanently dead heap.

            So this was the infamous Spider?

            I totally took back everything I’d said about the guy being no better than the criminals he brought down. He was my new BFF. I was tempted to see if he was a bit parched after the ass kicking he’d just doled out and maybe wanted to join me for a super stiff drink at Ever Afters, but then the mind-numbing pain in my wrist reminded me I probably had other business to tend to first.

Out of breath, I scooted myself back with my good arm until I could lean against one of the dumpsters. My adrenaline left me in a rush, and I was suddenly completely exhausted. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.

            “Are you hurt?”

            My eyes snapped open, my stomach clenching painfully. There was something so familiar about that voice. . . . “What?”

            My rescuer squatted down in front of me. “Are you all right?”

            I blinked at him, suddenly experiencing a serious case of déjà vu. The man’s tone was rough, clipped, and there was no hint of mischief or roguish charm. Still . . .

            “My wrist is broken,” I said a little breathlessly. “But it’s already healing. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

            He gave me a tight nod and started to rise, but then seemed to reconsider and resumed his crouch before me. He studied me for a long moment, giving me a good glimpse of his eyes, but they were in shadow, obscuring the color, and he was completely on his guard. There was no way I was getting in.

            “You did good, doll,” he said finally. “Made my job one helluva lot easier.”

            I felt my cheeks going warm at the praise. “Thanks.”

            His eyes narrowed, crinkling a little behind his ski mask and giving me the impression that he was grinning. “But you know, you shouldn’t be out here alone at night, even if you can kick ass,” he admonished. Then he reached up and twisted one of my ringlets around his gloved index finger and pulled gently before letting it spring back into place. “I’d hate to see harm come to a girl as pretty as you.”

            My eyes went wide. Holy shit. “Nicky Blue?” I gasped. “You’re the Spider?” He jumped to his feet and took a few quick steps before I found my voice to cry out, “Wait! Nicky! It’s okay—I know you!”

            He halted midstride and shook his head. “No, you don’t,” he said over his shoulder. “No one does. Not anymore.”

(Copyright 2013 Kate SeRine)

Author Bio:

Kate SeRine (pronounced “serene”) faithfully watched weekend monster movie marathons while growing up, each week hoping that maybe this time the creature du jour would get the girl. But every week she was disappointed. So when she began writing her own stories, Kate vowed that her characters would always have a happily ever after. And, thus, her love for paranormal romance was born.

Kate lives in a smallish, quintessentially Midwestern town with her husband and two sons, who share her love of storytelling. She never tires of creating new worlds to share and is even now working on her next project.

Find out more about Kate at www.kateserine.com. 

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Guest Post & Giveaway with Author Dina James!

****GIVEAWAY CLOSED****

Dina did it! She gave you an excerpt of her book which is one of my MANY favorite parts of the book!  Where Billy compares to a... PIZZA!

Okay, I'm THRILLED to introduce you all to Dina James.  I have read, loved, and reviewed her newly released book, All Wounds.  Please give her a warm blogger welcome. I know you all know how.

And if you stick around to the end, I think there might be a book giveaway along with some goodies... maybe PIZZA!?!

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Hi, Mel! Thanks for having me as a guest on your blog for the All Wounds Blog Tour!


Vampires, hellhounds, werewolves…oh my!

Those things are quite likely familiar to readers of the paranormal genre. In All Wounds, I take it a step further and call paranormal beings "Ethereals."

What's an Ethereal? In the Stranger Things world, it's any creature not from the Mortal realm – a creature of the Otherworlds. The Otherworlds are divided into "realms," kind of like a crystal prism, and exist alongside our own. The crystal taken as a whole is a solid object, but each facet of it separates the light through it differently. These, in my book, are the Otherworlds, and the beings that live in them (and there are so many!) are Ethereals in general.

Just like humans are a species, so are Ethereals. Humans are divided into races and ethnicities. So, too, are Ethereals. Where we have Asians, Africans, Europeans and so on, Ethereals have vampires, hellhounds, werewolves and so on.

Whereas human doctors can heal humans, Rebecca (though human herself) was born with the ability to heal Ethereals. Her ability comes from the unique life-force inside her that she can channel into the energy needed by Ethereal beings. More or less. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Each Ethereal being is different and has its own variety of needs. Some creatures need light, while others need darkness. Some need the nourishing power of Rebecca's blood while others just need their ectoplasm patched up. It depends. No two days are ever alike in the enclave of a Healer.

So what kind of power does Rebecca have? I'll turn this part over to Billy, a werewolf. (Oh, I'm sorry…a "man-wolf." Not a wolf-man.)

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Excerpt:

“I’ll try to explain in a way you’ll get, but I ain’t no good at stuff like this like Syd is,” Billy replied, sighing a little. “Let me think.”

His eyes went to the pizza still in the box before them. He pointed to the missing slices.

“Say this pizza, when it still had all the pieces, is the power an Ethereal has,” Billy said. “Let’s say...a vamp, like Syd.”

“Syd is a pizza, got it,” Rebecca said with an impish grin.

I am not a pizza, Acolyte.

Syd? Aren’t you supposed to be [redacted for potential spoilers]? Stay out of my brain!

Aren’t you supposed to be working on shielding your thoughts?

Oops.

“Hey, Bit, pay attention,” Billy chastised, though he was smiling. “I’m lessoning you here.”

“Sorry, Billy,” Rebecca said, but without sincerity. She enjoyed the thought of Syd being a pizza too much to really be sorry.

Billy rolled his human eyes at her and continued. “Now, we’ve eaten some of the pizza, and it’s filled us up, right? We’re not hungry anymore.”

“Well I’m not,” Rebecca teased. “Can’t say you’re not, because you’re probably thinking about waffles.”

“Good places, waffle joints, especially the ones that are open all day and night. Sometimes a guy just needs a waffle, no matter what human time it might be. But you’re missing the point. You ain’t hungry no more, are you?”

Rebecca shook her head.

“So Syd gives—let’s say Ryan, who has a hard time keeping hold on his and making his own, or your Nana, since she ain’t got much of her own no more—a slice of pizza...his power...so they ain’t hungry,” said Billy. “He’s sharing his own with them. Get it?”

Rebecca’s brow furrowed. “I think so. It kind of makes sense. So... Nana...can’t remember things because she needs...a slice of pizza?”

Billy nodded. “When she was younger, like you, she had her own pizza to keep her fed. Like you, she could make more pizza to replace what she shared with others, unlike now. She could, and did, share it with those who needed it, like you do with Ryan.”

“I’m a pizza too,” Rebecca said, looking at the boxes.

“Right,” Billy said. “But where Syd is an extra-large supreme pizza with everything on it, you’re just a small cheese pizza. Well, that’s not really true. Nobody’s sure yet exactly what size or kind of pizza you’re going to be, or...or even if a pizza is what you’re going to be.”

That didn’t sound good.

“What do you mean?” Rebecca asked, her heart pounding in an uncomfortable rhythm against her chest.

“You’re still being made,” Billy said. “And since Martha didn’t do nothin’ with your dough when you was growing up—she just let you sit there—you might not come out a pizza like you’re supposed to. Whatever you end up being, you gotta be baked first. But that doesn’t mean that parts of you ain’t okay to eat now. It’s just your dough that isn’t ready to eat.”

“And my birthday is baking day?” Rebecca asked. “The day we find out? And if I’m a good...whatever...or a bad one?”

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And there you have it.

Doesn't that part there want to make you start singing, "I Am A Pizza?" In celebration of Billy's monstrous appetite (no pun intended), I'll offer a $15 gift card to the pizza place of the winner's choice – Pizza Hut, Domino's, or Papa John's (US Residents only, sorry!). The book giveaway, though, is open to all! E-book or print, whichever they prefer.

BLURB FOR LATEST RELEASE – All Wounds available from Mundania Press
http://www.mundania.com/book.php?title=All+Wounds

It's said that when opportunity knocks on your door, you have only one chance to take it.


No one said what you're supposed to do when it kicks it.


All Rebecca MacDonnell wants to do is get through high school with grades good enough to win a prestigious scholarship so that she can finally leave her miserable life behind. One evening, after a particularly bad day, she finds out that people other than her aging grandmother need her help, and desperately so.


Well, not "people," exactly. Vampires, werewolves, demons, ghosts, goblins, and other things thought only imaginary all need help sometime, and Rebecca was born with the unique ability to heal ethereal beings. She is about to turn seventeen, the age at which her talent will manifest in its entirety, and become a true Healer…if she lives through the event.


A war between various ethereal factions is brewing, and Healers are a valuable commodity to any side. Those who wish to harness Rebecca’s manifesting healing powers for their own purposes must get to her before her seventeenth birthday.


Only two vampires and a rogue werewolf stand between Rebecca and those determined to make her serve them, and the fact that Rebecca has no clue what she's doing doesn't exactly help matters.


Neither does being seriously attracted to more than one of those just trying to protect her.


For a soon-to-be seventeen-year-old Healer-in-training, that's a lot to handle.


Especially on top of her homework.

WEBSITE: http://www.dinajames.com/
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TWITTER: @dinajames

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Thank you Dina!!  I'm so glad you stopped by.  Thank you!

That Billy is one special guy.  I love his explanation!  And that he is always thinking of food. hee hee.  I know that part goes on a little longer and Billy is just amazing at it, but we can't give it all away.  Can we? ;)

Okay, as Dina promised a giveaway! Yeah!

As you saw she is has offered 1 lucky entry:

~ A Copy of All Wounds, your choice of Ebook or Print.

(Internationally)

AND

~ $15 Pizza Gift card to: Pizza Hut, Domino's, or Papa John's

(Sorry, Pizza gift card is US only, but if International winner we will try to sub with other goodies.)

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Cover Release, Book Description & Excerpt!

Skyla Dawn Cameron has announced the Book Jacket Description for Lineage.

Let me tell you this new narrator, Peri, sounds like oh Hell of a Demon on a vengeful rampage.  Sounds like a fast paced kicking read.

After you read this I hope you click the link below to go read an excerpt where we meet a darker side of Peri.

Lineage

Due Out:  Early 2012

Family reunions suck.

What's a woman to do when her dad's the antichrist, her grandma's the devil, the end of the world is at her doorstep, and she's out to avenge the murders of her husband and kids?

Kill everything in her way.

Quarter-demon Peri Takata exists with but one goal in mind: annihilate everyone responsible for the death of her family.  Then - her need for vengeance quelled - she plans to take her own life.

Her mission brings her to the vampire Zara Lain, the only known survivor of the event that destroyed Peri's family five years ago.  Hunting down a secret society of those who don't want to be found has its challenges, however, especially when forces are working to keep the antichrist's daughter very much alive.  The apocalypse is closing in and Peri may be playing a role in it whether she wants to or not.

But when a heart long-thought dead begins to beat again with love for another, she's not so sure about anything anymore.

Yeah! She sounds awesome doesn't she!?!  Well, if you would like to meet a deeper side to here go check out Skyla's Excerpt she has posted of the book!  Seriously! Go check it out.  It's a great fight scene.  And I want to know about the head... well, you'll see. ;D