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Thursday, July 2, 2015

Spotlight Tour & Giveaway: Shifter Magnetism by Stormie Kent


Shifter Magnetism
Stormie Kent

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Multicultural/Interracial

Publisher: Loose Id

Date of Publication: June 9, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-62300-328-9
ASIN: B00YQLMQO2

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs

Book Description:

Someone is killing witches in Coldwell. Voluptuous witch, Leila Barclay, isn’t expecting to be drawn to a sexy enemy wolf shifter, Nic Lobo and be targeted by a murderous sorcerer in the same night. Her savior is the very same wolf shifter who turns out to be a detective. To save her life, they exchange pieces of soul magic. Leila knows it’s forbidden, but she really wants to survive. Now she's irrevocably tied to the shifter and changing in ways she has never expected. Plus, she and her savior must catch the murderer, before he catches her.

Detective Nic Lobo is on the trail of the supernatural serial killer when he meets his mate. His taboo witch mate. He stops the killer from taking Leila's life, but now he has to keep her alive, stay away from his Pack and her Council, convince her they belong together, and catch her magical stalker. Failure isn’t an option because Nic has already lost himself in Leila.

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Excerpt:

Nic walked around the outside of Club Entourage looking for anything suspicious. He had a memory scent of the killer from the other crime scenes. He didn’t smell the man in the normal smells outside the club. There were other unsavory scents, especially behind the club near the garbage. Of course no alley would be complete without the pungent odors of urine and vomit.

Nic braced himself to enter the club. Shifter males gave off heightened hormones human females were susceptible to. In a highly charged sexual environment, to human females already attempting to attract bedmates, he was the equivalent of a tall glass of water to a person lost in a desert.

He passed the coat check, descended the club’s stairs, and tried to blend in with the crowd. His Western-wear shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, and cowboy hat stood out more than he’d anticipated against all the vampire costumes.

He mingled, dodging grasping hands and caresses. When he was positive the killer wasn’t inside, he took up a station against the bar, which allowed him to see the entrance and up onto the balcony. He hadn’t noticed any curvy witches, but it was early in the evening.

“Howdy, cowboy.”

He glanced at the slender redhead dressed as Venus at his side. Her incense-and-musk perfume assaulted his nose. She held a glass of champagne and smiled at him through lips that were a little too red. Normally the color made him think sensual thoughts; hers just reminded him of blood.

“Ma’am.” He kept his gaze neutral.

Her smile lost some of its luster. He looked away and caught a flash of gold near the entrance. He focused on the luscious sight before him. It took everything he had not to straighten, cross the room, and capture the woman at the top of the stairs.

She was exquisite. Her hair fell to her shoulders in wild, natural brown coils adorned with a thin gold braided headband. The golden undertones of her medium-brown skin were set off by flawless makeup and the gold accents trimming the barely there costume. And it was barely there.

The dark brown gladiator costume was held up by gold straps that matched the embroidery on the cleavage-baring neckline. Wolf-shifter females were tall and sleek, but this woman was lushly curvy. Her waist dipped in under the body-hugging costume, and her hips flared out, hiking up an already short hemline. She wore gold bangles at her wrists and a short crimson cape. Her legs were full and tantalizingly encased in high-heeled gold gladiator sandals that laced up to her knees.

She was sexy as hell, and she knew it. She posed with her body angled to the side, one bent leg slightly in front of the other, and a hand resting on her hip.

There was a hush as she paused at the top of the landing. She scanned the crowd nonchalantly, as if every eye wasn’t on her. Then she stepped down to the next step. His mouth opened slightly as he watched her body move under the costume. He might have drooled a bit. The wolf in him was close to the surface, and he swallowed a growl as he noticed a tall blond man dressed as a race car driver move forward to greet her at the bottom of the stairwell.

“How dare she? He’d better not dance with her.”

He’d forgotten the woman next to him. The redhead moved into the crowd and made her way toward the blond race car driver. Nic watched as the female gladiator, guaranteed to star in his most lascivious dreams tonight, shunned the hand of the man in front of her and strutted toward the bar. She never looked at Nic, and he was violently disappointed.

She stopped next to him, pressed her palms to the bar, and leaned forward. “Rum and cola, please.”

His already stiff cock throbbed at the throatiness of her voice. She smelled divine. The soft floral hint of her perfume didn’t overpower the scent of the woman underneath. He could lap up every trace of the tantalizing fragrance from her skin and other places hidden on her body.

A frisson of power brushed against his wolf, signaling he was in the presence of a magical being. He concentrated.Witch. Hell, he stood lusting after a curvy witch wearing a dress so short he swore he could see the shadow of her ass under the back hem. She was everything the Brain Surgeon would be looking for. She was the reason he’d been drawn here.

His wolf was also telling him she was everything it was looking for.

He stared. Finally, she looked up. Her eyes were large in her pretty face. She smiled, and he focused on the fullness of her dark red lips. Her teeth peeked through, and in his mind he saw her biting her plump lower lip just before stroking him slowly with her soft palm. He suppressed a shudder.

He took one of her hands from the bar and held it. “I’m Nic.”

“Leila.”

He smiled. “May I buy your drink, Leila?”

“It depends.” Her tongue peeked out to lick her upper lip slightly.

He followed the action with his gaze. “On what?”

One corner of her mouth lifted, and pure mischief entered her eyes. “What I have to do to earn it.”

His mind immediately went to Leila on her hands and knees as he pounded into her from the rear. “How about a dance?”

He really shouldn’t. Technically he was on duty. He had to touch her, though. He tugged on her hand lightly to draw her toward the dance floor. She held his gaze as she slowly peeled her body away from her pose leaning against the bar. Should watching her perform the simple action give him such visceral pleasure?

All around them couples gyrated to the blaring pop music. Nic made room for the two of them on the floor. He pulled her close and moved with her to the beat of the music. She swayed sensuously, making it seem a natural extension of the dance when she slid against him. Everywhere they touched, little pinpricks of awareness cascaded along his skin.

He held her flush against his chest, guiding her body the way he wanted it to go. It was easy to dip low and wedge his thigh between her legs. She rode him, undulating and moving fluidly as he tilted her back and cradled her, drawing her near again. Even among all the humans, he could smell her desire.

His reaction to her was strong. Almost too strong. He brought his mouth closer to hers. His wolf demanded he take her mouth. It didn’t understand human convention that forced his human half to play by civilized rules and not devour her on the spot. This woman made him want her on every level. It demanded he take her. Mine.

He caught the costumed race car driver’s hand before it could land on her arm. He couldn’t quite suppress the growl that spilled over from his throat. Nic squeezed the man’s hand back, and its owner winced. He felt the surge in her magic, heard her whispered words, and fought the calm that tried to descend over him. He never released the other man.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Race Car Driver looked slightly dazed.

Nic smirked in Leila’s direction. “I think you overdid it.”

“The extra push was for you,” she mumbled. “Hal, what do you want?”

Maybe she should have used the calming spell on herself. She stared hard at the other man, one hand on her hip. If her brown eyes had contained any more fire, Hal would have combusted on the spot.

“You’re embarrassing yourself. This type of getup is for our bedroom only.”

She’d been with this clown? Anger and possessiveness flowed through Nic. He didn’t want this man anywhere near Leila. Nic applied more pressure until the other man was contorting to keep Nic from breaking his wrist.

“That’s enough! Nic!” Leila’s voice was frantic as she pushed against his arm.

He looked at her.

She shook her head. “Hal and I aren’t together anymore. Not that it’s any of your business.”

He was appeased she’d said the last part so low it was likely only he’d heard her. He eased the pressure on the guy’s hand and wrist. He’d stay between them, though. If good ole Hal tried anything, he’d be more than happy to break a few of his bones.

She made a chopping motion toward the sweating Hal. “We’re over, Hal. Or did I suddenly lose a few pounds? Go away. I don’t like you.”

Nic released the man with a shove. “Take her advice and stay away.” He watched as Hal stumbled back among the ring of gawkers.

“You.”

He turned back to Leila as she poked him in the side.

“I’m going to say this in a whisper because I’m assuming by all the growling coming from your throat you have pretty good hearing. What you did was unnecessary. I can defend myself.”

“Don’t ever try to control me again.” Witch.

“Try not to need to be controlled. What am I saying? There won’t be a next time. We’re complete strangers. Hopefully this will be the last time we ever meet.” She turned and pushed her way through the crowd.

He admired her ass as she walked away. He loved the way she placed one foot almost in front of the other, so each hip cocked with every step. He could watch her walk all day. He came to his senses when she was swallowed up in the crowd. He moved then. He wouldn’t crowd her, but he would follow her. She was wrong. She’d be seeing him very soon.


OUT OF ALL the men to meet tonight, Leila would run into a shifter. She didn’t know what his animal was, yet she was sure she wouldn’t like it. Arrogant man. Sexy beast.

She wasn’t going to deny it. His beautiful, sharp features spoke of his Latin roots. Over six feet tall, broad shouldered, and darkly tanned, Nic was a hard man to resist. When she’d gotten closer to the bar, she’d felt the tingle in her limbs alerting her there was a magical being nearby. Nic’s shifter pheromones explained the immediate attraction she’d felt for him. Shifters were primal, carnal beings. Women of almost every species found it hard to resist them.

Leila stomped up the steps to the coat check. She’d worn a light trench coat since she really was indecently exposed. The only reason she’d decided on the costume was for revenge. She looked around at her frenemies staring at her from across the room. She smiled and pinky waved at the bitches. Their mouths fell open before they turned away.

Earlier in the day, she’d peered down from her hidden spot decorating the club’s balcony at Deidre, Amy, and Li, who were doing the same in the main room below.

Deidre had tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear before marking off an item on her checklist. “Ooh, I can’t stand her. What did Hal ever see in her?”

Li’s wimpy behind had chimed in too. “She dresses in such bright colors. It’s so gaudy.”

“And she’s too big for all those colors,” Amy had said.

When the women laughed, Leila’s hand had begun to glow a faint blue neon as energy swirled and gathered in her palm. She’d contemplated just hitting them with a mild spark. It wouldn’t have hurt…much. She’d closed her hands and eyes slowly, and the energy ball had dissipated. She couldn’t do it then. She wouldn’t do it now, either. Her grandmother had always warned her about being careful with the intent behind her magic. Using it for petty revenge would rebound against her.

She’d thought the women were her friends. Their conversation proved how wrong she’d been. They were just jealous, anyway. Each of their boyfriends had hit on her in the last twelve months. She was fat all right. PHAT—pretty, hot, and tempting.

She’d settled on the gladiator costume rather than the more conservative nurse she’d planned to be for the costume party. She’d wanted all eyes on her, and they were. Including the shifter’s.

She sensed him watching her. She looked around as she put on her trench. She didn’t see him. Why did he have to be a super-alpha jerk shifter? She and the sexy Latino should have been headed back to her place right now. She could still feel every place he’d touched her. Her pussy continued to throb. Her nipples rubbed against the constricting fabric of her bra.

What a waste. Shifters and witches didn’t mix. At least not in this town. Coldwell had one hard-and-fast rule for its magical inhabitants. She’d been raised to believe shifters were crude and animalistic, fae were untrustworthy tricksters, immortals were meddlesome and coldhearted. The list went on and on. Even humans were said to be dangerous, fearful, and judgmental. Her mother hadn’t been too happy when she’d decided to associate with them.

She thought of her former friends and ex-boyfriend. Maybe her teachers had been right. Having personal relationships with other species was unwise. What would Deidre have done with the knowledge if she’d known Leila was a witch? She shuddered.

Everyone knew to stick to their own kind. She’d learned her lesson. She and the shifter were a bad idea. So it would be another lonely night with just her and her vibrator, Sam.

The club was in a renovated warehouse at the edge of town. The parking lot was lit brighter closer to the club and dimmer farther back where she’d parked. Walking all alone in a poorly lit, deserted parking lot was the price she paid for wanting to make an entrance. She could just hear her mother asking her if she intended to be a mugging waiting to happen.

Her mind turned back to Nic, and she stopped. She’d promised herself she would take a chance with the next guy she felt chemistry with. But a shifter? Did it matter? She’d felt the desire between them. It was a smoldering fire all over her body, and she couldn’t deny it. If she was honest, prejudice had forced her out of the club and away from Mr. Hotness. A woman confident in her sexuality would go back.

The hint of magic touched her before the sound of footsteps did. A hand closed around her mouth just as a black-clothed arm wound around her neck. She was jerked back forcefully. Heart racing, she struggled. She scratched and pulled against her assailant. Her nails slid off the fabric. Quickly, she reached for her power. It surged within her, bright and familiar. She was about to give this bastard the shock of his life, then run like hell.

Except her power began to dim almost immediately. He didn’t release her. He dragged her deeper into the shadows. Her limbs began to tire first, and her head hurt. Her power faded. Was he sucking it from her? She tried to struggle, but she was so tired. Her eyelids drooped and closed despite her attempts to stay alert.

Her eyes cracked open when she heard the growl. She sighted a gray blur. A large wolf barreled toward them, teeth bared. Her attacker released her, and she dropped to the ground, unable to support her weight. Her entire body tingled and throbbed as hands did when they fell asleep. Behind her she heard running feet and snarls.

She knew Nic was the wolf. She felt it deep within. She mustered her final bit of energy. “Nic.”

Would he leave her there? She didn’t want to die in the parking lot outside a stupid costume party. She should probably be grateful he’d run her attacker off. Would she have been as helpful, or would she have seen a shifter fighting and fled the scene, shaking her head about how violent and beastly they were?

The thoughts grew vague as her mind fogged. Her heartbeat, loud and slow in her ears, reminded her she was alive. She willed her limbs to move, but they remained useless. She was going to slip away, a nameless victim killed within rows of cars, discarded and alone.

Suddenly, a wet nose nudged her cheek, then her hand. She opened her eyes enough to see the large gray wolf. Tears welled. Nic hadn’t left her to die alone. He shimmered before her, and she watched in awe as bones contorted, popped, and reformed. It appeared painful and somehow grotesquely beautiful.

His magic pressed against her, and she absorbed a bit. She couldn’t help it. She knew she was close to dying. She’d be ashamed of the forbidden act later.

“Sorry.” She wouldn’t steal any more of his energy.

Nic squatted before her, beautifully naked. “Don’t worry. You need it. I have to get you to a hospital.”

He lifted her into his arms. She felt so weak. So empty. More tears slid down her cheeks as his face blurred and wavered before her.

She needed a supernatural healer, not a hospital. “Mama Tui.”

“You need medical—”

“Medicine can’t help me. I’m dying.”

“You won’t die. I won’t let you.”

His voice was determined. Somehow she believed him. He moved swiftly in the dark. Her eyes closed, and she forced herself to focus as she was jostled. He opened the door to a black SUV and deposited her on the passenger seat.

“Did it help when you touched my spirit wolf before?”

Was that what she’d done when she’d repurposed his life energy? “Yes, but I shouldn’t have. It is forbidden to take someone’s energy the way I did, and I don’t know what damage I’ve caused.”

He took her hand in both of his. Warmth traveled up her arm, and she realized she had been cold since he’d released her.

“My wolf didn’t mind. He liked it.”

Before she could protest again, he shifted, and she automatically reached out and absorbed a little more of his magic. The pressure in her chest eased, and her head cleared. She only took a little, but it was enough. She could make it to Mama Tui.

Able to focus again, she watched as Nic pulled on a shirt and pants. Where had he hidden clothes? She missed the warmth from his body. She was so cold.

“Better?”

She nodded. He closed her door before walking around the SUV to the driver’s side. He pulled his cell phone from the glove compartment and dialed.

“This is Detective Lobo. There has been an attack at 4902 Talen Lane.”

He was a detective. If he hadn’t been there, she would be dead now. Was it his role as a policeman allowing him to help her? Or was it something intrinsic about Nic? Was this wolf a better person than most witches she knew? He’d come back for her, gathered her up, and was helping her get help. He’d even allowed her to steal his magic without trying to kill her.

She stared at him as he made his call. His midnight hair was cut close on the sides and longer on the top. His golden skin stretched taut across his strong jaw as he rattled off information and orders over the phone. His hand dwarfed his cell phone.

Ending his call, he glanced at her. His deep brown eyes showed his concern.

“Thank you, Nic.”

“We’re a few miles away from the healer.” He slid his hand along her arm and then released her to grip the wheel.

So he wasn’t good with gratitude. He would have hers forever.

Copyright © Stormie Kent

About the Author:

Stormie Kent is the author of romance with paranormal, science-fiction, and contemporary elements. She resides on the east coast of the USA, and spends many of the most enjoyable hours of her day reading and writing. Her books are filled with rugged shifters and warrior men who seek their destiny with the women who fiercely love them. Stormie has imagined a world of magic and adventure, where you might just have a passionate encounter with a witch, wolf shifter, warlord, or space pirate. All you have to do is pick your pleasure.






Thanks for having me on the blog today. My name is Stormie Kent, and I have a brand new paranormal romance out titled, Shifter Magnetism. In it, my witch heroine, Leila falls for wolf shifter, Nic Lobo. Today I want to focus on what attracts us to alpha heroes and especially shifter heroes.
In many m/f romance novels, the hero starts out as a complete alpha. He’s slightly self-centered, aggressive, he might be a bit of a jerk, but he is always sexy, and protective. During the novel he changes, still alpha, but softened in some way by the love of and love for the heroine. Readers seem to like this combination of the alpha converted into a potential family guy.
            Not bad, but we could up the ante a bit. What happens when we add in a hero genetically designed to have the perfect muscular body, bad boy charm, and hardwired to find his one true mate, even if he thinks he doesn’t want to? We have the appeal of the shifter in paranormal romance.
            Here are the top 10 reasons I love shifters in paranormal romance.
1.      Shifters are exotic. I mean unless you have a hot man who turns into a ferocious wolf or dragon at your house.
2.       Shifters usually have that pheromone thing happening. Mmm. Smells like the promise of hot sweaty sex.
3.      Shifters kick ass. Literally. Whether fighting other shifters or rival supernaturals they can be counted on for a great rescue or two.
4.      Shifters are living creatures. There is that whole team vampire or team werewolf/shifter movement. I prefer a warm cuddle. Maybe I should have made this number 1.
5.      Shifters are in touch with who they are. They battle the balance between two natures every day. That has to build character.
6.      Shifters have stamina. See the explanation for reason 2.
7.      Shifters have a code. At least the good guys do. Everybody loves a hero.
8.      Shifters are protective of their family. Even solitary animals, like leopards protect their young. Though it is usually the female in that role, a writer might want to offer the same traits to the male shifter, he is partially human.
9.      Shifters are strong. I wouldn’t mind being carried to bed as if I weighed nothing.
10.  Shifters in paranormal novels usually have a mate. I’m all for a predestined love of my life.
What about you? What do you love about shifters? Leave a comment and don’t forget to enter the contest.
Happy Reading,

Stormie
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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Valdler Elegant Feather Net Hair Clip Hat





This Valdler Elegant Feather Net Hair Clip Hat is Absolutely Beautiful and very elegant. Took a few days to get it to lay correctly being as it was shipped in a zip top bag, but now that it has had time to rest it lays just right. I love the large ribbon rose in the center. The 2 clips on the felt underneath section of this hat are very strong and holds tight to your hair. Valdler has done an amazing job with their whole line a beautiful Ladies hats. I will be buying more of their hats.
I received this item during a promotion for testing and reviewing


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Table Cloth and Clamps



Great table cloth and I love the stainless steel clamps for holding it onto the table. This table cloth is 54 x 72 inches, it is rectangle shaped. It is made of vinyl and has stitching all the way around it. It is easy to clean up just wipe it off or hang it across a clothes line and spray it with a hose. This worked great at family Birthday Party we had over the weekend. The stainless steel clamps just slide over the edge of the table, they are flexible to fit from very skinny tables to thick 2 inch picnic tables. They are reusable and will outlast the table cloth.
 This tablecloth is not made or sold as one that will last forever but you should be able to get multiple uses out of it, which beats spending a couple of dollars on one and not making it through 1 meal before it has ripped.
I received this item during a promotion for testing and reviewing

PROMISE OF MERCY & PRICE OF VENGEANCE Blog Tour & Giveaway

"Liam! What have you done?" Marcus demanded. "You know our teachings on revenge."
Promise of Mercy:  A Dreamscape Warriors Novel by Kurt D. Springs

Book Details:

Book TitlePromise of Mercy:  A Dreamscape Warriors Novel by Kurt D. Springs
Category:  YA Fiction, 409 pages
Genre:  Paranormal Military Sci-fi
Publisher:  Tate Publishing & Enterprises LLC
Release dateMay 26, 2015 
Available for review in: Print and ebook (mobi for Kindle) ePub and PDF
Will send print books to: USA and Canada
Tour datesJune 29 to July 17
Content Rating: PG


Book Description:

Deirdre watched as Marisa turned and looked at her. She was shocked when she saw the child in her enemy’s arms. The Gothowan woman turned away to shield the child. Deirdre saw the child’s face. The child was looking right at her. Her expression was more curious than frightened. Deirdre knew she could take the fugitive without touching the child. She reoriented her aim, and her finger began to tighten.

It is twenty-five years after the events of Price of Vengeance. Deirdre and her sisters have returned to their home planet of Etrusci after completing their training with the Finnian Shock Forces. Their homecoming plans are disrupted when their mother, High Priestess Celinia, and other leaders of the clergy are taken hostage, and their father, Colonel Liam O’Connor, disappears. In their desperate search for their father, they discover that the Rebellion is secretly building weapons that could end civilization as they know it.

Meanwhile, Liam has been befriended by a Rebel war criminal, a woman Deirdre has sworn to kill. Will Deirdre cast herself into the role of judge, jury, and executioner, or will she discover the promise of mercy?


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Price of Vengeance:  A Dreamscape Warriors Novel
Price of Vengeance:
A Dreamscape Warriors Novel

Book Details:

Book TitlePrice of Vengeance:  A Dreamscape Warriors Novel by Kurt D. Springs
Category:  YA Fiction, 319 pages
Genre:  Paranormal Military Sci-fi
Publisher:  Tate Publishing & Enterprises LLC
Release date: April 2014
Available for review in: Print and ebook (mobi for Kindle) ePub and PDF
Will send print books to: USA and Canada
Tour datesJune 29 to July 17
Content Rating: PG + M






Book Description:

“Liam! What have you done?” Marcus demanded. “You know our teachings on revenge,”

Suddenly, irrationally angry, Liam straightened. “How can you defend him after what he did? To you, to Mom, to my birth parents, to everyone we cared about?”

With a howl of despair and emotional agony, Liam dashed forward, through the shade of his father, blindly running into the sewers.

What is the Price of Vengeance? One could understand why Liam was angry. He was orphaned at the age of two by a group of giant carnivorous insects called the chitin. Adopted by High Councilor Marcus and his wife, Lidia, Liam was raised with their older son, Randolf in New Olympia, the last remaining city on the planet Etrusci. As an adult, Liam becomes a soldier. After being cut off from the city, Liam finds that there is an alien intelligence behind the chitin. To defeat it, he must discover who he is and how to use his powers. Then, Liam discovers that a traitor, responsible for his birth parents’ deaths, had murdered his beloved foster parents. Will the price he has to pay in his quest for vengeance prove to be an even more unbeatable foe?

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Kurt D.  Springs
Meet the author:

Kurt D. Springs is presently an adjunct professor of anthropology and archaeology in New Hampshire. He holds a PhD. in anthropology from the State University of New York at Buffalo, as well as a Master of Literature in archaeology from the National University of Ireland, Galway, and a Master of Liberal Arts in anthropology and archaeology from the Harvard University Extension School. His main area of interest is megalithic landscapes in prehistoric Ireland. He also reviews science fiction and fantasy on his blog Kurt’s Frontier.


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Influence of Andre Norton on my Writing
by
Kurt D. Springs
            I would like to take the opportunity to thank Teresa of Ts Stuff for having me as a guest blogger. When people ask me which writer influenced my writing the most, without hesitation I answer Andre Norton, the Graddam of science fiction. As a point of fact, I dedicated Promise of Mercy to her memory.
            My acquaintance with Andre Norton began in high school, when I noticed her works in the bookstores. I didnt grab a book at once. I hesitated for some reason. Finally I picked up The Lore of Witch World, a collection of short stories set in her famous Witch World universe. I guess the first story didnt make an impression on me, because I put it down and went on to other things. A few years later, still in high school if I recall correctly, I noticed the cover of one of her books called Forerunner. Being a typical teen of the day, I was into Dungeons and Dragons, and one of my favorite creatures was the dark elves. The girl on the cover looked similar to the dark elves. So I decided to give Ms. Norton another shot. I was hooked. I grabbed more of the Forerunner series, then got into Witch World, the Solar Queen, and many more.
            Andre Norton was born Alice Mary Norton on February 12, 1912, according to the entry in Wikipedia. She started writing in 1938. Doing the math, she was around 26 years old, and she developed into a prolific writer, writing in multiple genre, including gothic romance, mystery, young adult, and things that defy categorization. However, her most beloved works were science fiction and fantasy.
            Her science fiction became somewhat quirky in the 1970s since her space ships followed the older mode of science fiction: pencil shaped and landing fins down. While other science fiction writers moved on to other ways of getting from ship to surface, she stuck with that. A long time favorite of many was the Solar Queen series, which followed the trials and tribulations of free traders who made their living buying and selling merchandise from different planets. In many of her science fiction series her characters used ESP powers. This was especially true of her Forerunner, Moon of Three Rings, and Quest for the Star Stones series.

            Andre Norton finally departed from this life on March 17, 2005. Her last novel was Three  Hands of Scorpio, a fantasy novel that revolved around identical triplet girls. If one compares the cover of Promise of Mercy and Three Hands of Scorpio, one can see where the inspiration for my cover came from.

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Prizes: ​  4 Winners: Prizes: 1) One set of books Price of Vengeance and Promise of Mercy in print (open to USA & CAN) 2) eBook copy of Price of Vengeance 3) eBook copy of Price of Vengeance and 4) eBook copy of Promise of Mercy (open internationally) Ends July 25

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Cover Reveal: When Faults Collide by Claire Granger

Cover Reveal When Faults Collide by Claire Granger

Today is the cover reveal for When faults Collide by Claire Granger. This cover reveal is organized by Lola's Blog Tours.

When Faults Collide (Faultlines #1)
By Claire Granger
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: July 1, 2015

Blurb:
Asha is a 23 year old graphic designer and blogger living in Richmond VA with a dark past. She grew up in India in a brothel where her mother was a prostitute and came to America to live with her father when she was 13. 10 years later and while she has survived, she lives her life under a strict set of rules and lives fairly sheltered in order to protect herself. Her most important rule: never get involved romantically.

Then she meets Blake, a 25 year old music venue owner with an equally dark past. From their first encounter, Asha finds it difficult to follow her own rules and can't deny the connection between the two of them.

Can Asha overcome her demons to go beyond surviving to thriving and will Blake be the perfect broken piece to the puzzle of her heart?

You can find When Faults Collide on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25452994-when-faults-collide




About the Author:
Claire grew up in Texas, but her family moved to Virginia in 2001. She now resides in Richmond with her husband, 4 children (2 sets of twins!), and their fur babies.

She blogs over at The Granger Bunch and has her first novel releasing this summer! "When Faults Collide" is a contemporary romance, the first of the "Faultlines" series! She is already working on book two of the series as well as a non fiction and a few other exciting projects!

She is passionate about racial identity and equality issues, foster care, adoption, and non-profits that work to help victims of sexual assault and trafficking.

She is shamelessly addicted to romance, erotica, dark/twisted/taboo, smutty, sexy, anti-hero, flawed hero, controlling, mind blowing books! Basically everything that would make her mother cry. ;)

She loves hearing from her readers- it keeps her going! Thank you so much for all of your continued support!

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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

GrowVeg Vegetable Garden Planner



Planning, Planting, growing and harvesting a garden can be a complicated mind blowing thing, but with GrowVeg they make it so much easier. You tell them what you want to plant, they tell you when to plant it, how to grow it, and where to place it in your garden. They even keep track of this years garden, and help you plan next years from this years. You can even print your plans.
Very nice little program, for keeping track of what you have planted, where it is planted, and helps you design your garden. I like that it helps keep track of your planting dates. The program is a bit basic but the wealth of information on their website is amazing. A little and a lot of everything you need to plant and grow a successful garden. The program is online, so nothing to download. You never have to worry about a computer crash taking your garden plans away either.




The LUXURY BACKSEAT ORGANIZER

This car backseat organizer is a great thing for cleaning up your car. There is lots of room in this 23 x 15 inch organizer. It has a nice plastic locking clip to hold it to your headrest, and has ties at the bottom to lace it around your seat. There are plnty of compartments both velcro and open. You can put water bottles, baby bottles, sippy cups, or soda cans in this and not have to worry about loosing them or spilling them. This is not just good for the little ones. If you spend your days in the car you can fill it full of adult stuff too. If you have no passengers up front just spin this around and it is a mobile upright desk, plenty of room for notepads, car chargers, cell phone, small tablets, ink pens and more.
It has:
•4 loops for pens, pencils, and glasses
•2 mesh pockets forwater bottles, baby bottles and soda cans.
•Large and small mesh pockets for your smartphone, ipad, snacks, books and toys
•1 pouch pocket with a fold-over flap for keeping items like medications out of the sunlight
I received this product in exchange for my honest opinion.