Please welcome Mia Jo Celeste to my blog. She is sharing her book, "Other Than" a Gaslamp Fantasy/ Paranormal Historical Romance that certainly sounds intriguing. Let's see what she has to say....
A Rose is a Rose by Any Name, Right?
Like many authors I have a pen name. I like names. When I start a new story, I spend far too long picking out a perfect moniker for each character. I collect baby name books and frequent online sites for expectant moms. I never thought I’d be renaming myself, yet that’s exactly what happened.
Years ago, when I started taking Creative Writing classes at the community college, I kept my hobby a secret. Until my mother put a stop to it. At a family wedding my aunt asked me how I was keeping myself busy.
Not admitting to writing, I hemmed and hawed.
Then my mother jumped in, announcing loudly, “She’s writing a novel, but, of course, it’s under a pen name.”
My head jerked up. I hadn’t considered picking a pen name, but now that I was outted, I had to make it so. I chose Mia which means mine and Celeste which means heaven—my heaven, because I love creating stories. That’s heaven for me. Jo is my middle name and it helps me stand out from all the other Mia Celeste’s on Facebook and other online sites.
Names are interesting things. My friend was named Ozella in honor of the woman who gave her seat to my friend’s very pregnant mom on a crowded bus. As a kid she hated the name, but now she likes being a little unusual. How did you get your moniker? I’d love to hear your tale.
Names are interesting, aren't they? My real name is Constance, that was what my Mom wanted me to be called. When I got into kindergarten, everyone called me Connie. She spent a year battling it out with the teacher before she gave up and allowed everyone to call me Connie.
Other Than’s Blurb-
It only takes one drink from the Water of Immortality to kill Evie Woods—halfway. Trapped in undead flesh, the world’s last skin-slider wakens on an island purgatory where a cursed spring bubbles with immortality, and zombie cannibals crave living flesh.
Her only hope of escape rests in the hands of the one man who would see her fail. Bound to her by cords stronger than death, Lord Victor Lowell is both the man of her dreams, and her darkest nightmares. Contrary and intractable, Victor preys on others to maintain his angelic charisma and preternatural prowess. Drawn to the compellingly gallant and vulnerable soul behind his mercurial humors, Evie can only watch as protecting her forces Victor to sacrifice yet more of himself to the ancient evil long tethered to his soul.
Trapped in an ever-escalating war they can’t stop, Victor and Evie fight time for a cure, but as the long days pass blackness tears at Evie, ripping her thoughts from her one memory at a time. Victor will to do whatever it takes to prevent her from deteriorating into a rotting husk, even if it means dooming himself, but Evie won’t surrender his soul without a fight. Battle lines drawn, the soul mates resolve to find redemption or die trying.
He materialized in the inky shadow.
Or rather his apparition did. His ghostly frame hovered before her, sinuous and lithe. Against his shadowed form, the string glimmered like liquid silver. Slowly he unwrapped her, tossing the spectral bands to the floor until a coil lay between him and her.
Something inside her chest fluttered. “You followed me.”
He nodded. With a slight shrug, he spread his hands. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
She wanted to turn, giving him her back, but her betraying gaze remained fixated upon him. When he paced around her, she waved him away. “Don’t.”
He caught her hand and placed an insubstantial kiss in her palm. “Let me help you…please.”
A gallant gesture, perhaps, but her skin-slider sensitivity noted the rigidity of his stance, the twitch along his jaw, and the slight narrowing of his eyes. How could he think of helping her when he was in so much pain?
Ordinarily, she might be grateful. Might…if loss hadn’t hollowed her.
She ripped her cooling flesh from his spectral arms. “I don’t deserve kindness.”
“Good.” He gave her a rakish smirk. “Because I’m not kind.”
She shook her head, biting back the emerging smile that had no place on her countenance. She couldn’t be civil, couldn’t risk the involvement. “I can’t go on like this—stuck betwixt life and death.”
“You must. Don’t you see, sweet dove? You’re beyond both. You’re immortal. Like me.”
This sounds so intriguing, I think I'll add it to my TBR list! Thank you for sharing your book. Le's see what we can find out about Mia!
Author Bio- Mia Jo Celeste comes from a family of writers and English teachers, so it was no surprise when she chose to pursue both careers. She grew up watching horror movies and reading romances. To her, the two genres go together like salty and sweet in kettle corn.
Amazon author page amazon.com/author/miaceleste
Facebook fb.me/ Mia.Jo.Celeste
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01N9JGDVI
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Hello everyone! Today I have Janie Franz visiting my blog with her book, Ruins Legacy. She shares a humorous event that ended in one of her books, The Neighbor. Let's find out what happened....
As I was trying to think of a humorous story to share that made it into my books, I was straining my brain. I write with some humor on occasion but it’s usually the stray observation that’s colored by black humor. But I did shake through the cobwebs and remembered one incident in my horror short, The Neighbor.
My husband at the time and I had retired to the bedroom on lazy Sunday afternoon to read. We’d do that because we could stretch out and perhaps doze after a time. We were settled all comfy, propped up against the pillows, with our books in hand when through the bedroom wall we heard our neighbors having a romantic afternoon delight. The noises the guy made were loud and trumpeting. He sounded like a moose or an elk!
We looked at each other and started to laugh. But since we didn’t want to be heard, we started to stuff an end of the comforter over our mouths. But it was too much as we listened and saw at how silly we both looked. We finally fled to the bathroom and shut the door so we could let out long belly laughs.
Our neighbor, poor guy, was forever dubbed Moose Call when we talked of him.
That incident did make its way into that creepy story.
A couple of my other books do have a humorous scene or two. Sugar Magnolia has a couple. Those characters are so out there it was fun to write them. And my latest book Ruins Legacy does have some warm circumstances that brought a smile was I wrote them
Of course, there was a scene in Ruins Artifacts where the heroine sticks a fork into her husband’s jeans-clad thigh (no harm to him except maybe a bruise) when she’d gotten tired of his posturing. It never happened in real life to me, but it was a scene I relished writing.
Oh my gosh. Moose Call? That is hysterical! LOL.
Tell us a little bit about your book, Ruins Legacy.
Anthropology grad student Kate Ferguson stumbles upon desert ruins, ancient rituals, and psychic gifts, as she finds herself the target of a power struggle—a struggle that has always led to death and disaster for any woman attracted to Paul Rodriguez. Dark secrets lurk around Paul, locked in the shaman stone he wears, leading to murder, danger, and temptation to prevent Kate and Paul from unraveling one ancient mystery after another as they trek around the world. The journey reveals disturbing answers and hidden secrets about Paul and a dark legacy for Paul’s heir.
Kate Ferguson’s life is crumbling around her as she is shoved out of her ten-year-old son’s life as he prepares for his testing to be the next shaman. Relegated to babysitting a pregnant woman she doesn’t even know in an unfamiliar place, she is bombarded by her son’s growing abilities and her own, dark secrets, strange revelations, spiritual trials, and an intriguing female ranch hand who challenges everything she knows.
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This sounds very intriguing. I look forward to reading it.
Let's find out about Janie.
Janie Franz comes from a long line of liars and storytellers with deep roots in East Tennessee. Her anthropology degree is a refection of her wide curiosity. She is an author, a professional speaker, the US acquisition editor and a content editor for MuseItUp Publishing, an academic editor, ghostwriter, and reviewer. Previously, she published an online music publication (Refrain Magazine) and was an agent/publicist for a groove/funk band, a radio announcer, a yoga/relaxation instructor, a music festival publicist, and private chef. She is the author of twelve titles with MUSE, a freelance writing manual, co-author of two wedding how-to books, and a self-help book. Refrain, Book 2 of The Lost Song trilogy, was a Top 10 Finisher, Best Sci-Fi/Fantasy, 2013 Preditors & Editors Reader Poll. She lives in Santa Fe where she writes fantasy, archaeology thrillers, paranormal, and contemporaries—and can be found on a dancefloor.
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Hello all. Today I have Kryssie Fortune back with her new release, Marriage Mobsters and the Marine. Before we get into the details of the book, she's here to share a little something about herself, horror films and her kittie.
I’ve always had cats. I love their independence. Mickie, a black and white moggy who used to ride on my shoulder, once scared me to death.
Let me make it clear – I don’t like horror films.
So why was I watching The Happening late at night?
Because my husband turned it on, and it sucked me in.
Our room has louvre doors that hang from the top.
The on-screen tension mounted.
I held my breath
Then something banged behind me.
I leaped to my feet. My heart beat like a steam hammer.
I was so terrified I could barely breath. Were those mutant plants attacking me? How had they got in? And where could I run
Bang. Bang. The louvre door was moving. Lifting at the bottom. Something wanted in, but not as much as I wanted out.
My husband simply slid the louvre door open and let my cat through
OMG, that's hysterical. I've had a few moments when I've heard things that scared the bijeeves out of me.
Tell us about your book!
This exciting Christmas romance in on sale for 99c between 2nd and 5th of November only.
Or read for free in Kindle Unlimited
Grab your copy today
Amazon.com buy link -https://www.amazon.com/Marriage-Mobsters-Marine-Heroes-Westhorpe-ebook/dp/B07DYZPF4C
Christmas sucks. No family. No tree. No decorations.
Abigail Montgomery lives for her regular visit to Masked Nights BDSM club. Thanks to her great-aunt’s will, she needs to abandon her spanking lifestyle and find a husband—fast.
Desperate, she advertises for a husband.
Jared Armstrong, a former, Marine, cold-blooded sniper, and occasional Dom, needs $125,000. Without it, Mobsters will murder his family. His solution – marry Abigail for her money.
Jared plans to hunt down the mobsters then reimburse Abigail. Together they face extortion, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder. Along the way, Jared steals Abigail’s heart, but she’d promised him a divorce after two years.
Will Jared walk away? Or can he work some Christmas magic and make their relationship real?
A stand-alone romance and Book One of the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Trilogy
Rising to his feet, he held out his hand. “Jared Armstrong. Pleased to meet you.”
He towered over her diminutive frame, six-feet-six to her five-feet-four. She studied him a moment, reached out, and shook his hand briefly. “Abigail’s enough for now.”
He sat back in his seat, forcing himself to appear relaxed. “Okay.”
He regretted not pulling her chair out and seating her, but she was a prospective employer, not his date. A good thing too, since she didn’t seem to have an ounce of vanity or dress sense. He sipped at his water and waited for her to speak.
Blushing, she sucked on her lower lip. “This is awkward. Can I ask you some questions?”
He nodded. “I don’t guarantee answering them, but ask away.”
God, he wished she’d get on with it, but she studied the unopened menu as though her life depended on it. Finally, she lifted her head. “Are you married?”
His eyes narrowed. “Your advert said no ties. I’m single, HIV free, and I don’t screw anyone for cash.”
She choked on her drink, coughing and splattering water over the table. Jared watched and waited, unwilling to make it easier for her when she was the one who placed the advert.
Across the table from him, Abigail curled her hands into fists and laid them on her lap. Her smile faded and her voice trembled. “Will you marry me?”
“Are you pregnant?” he shot back.
Her cheeks turned scarlet. “No. In fact, I came on my period two days ago. But I do need a husband. I know I’m not what you imagined in a wife, but I’m willing to pay a $75,000 advance as well as house, feed, and clothe you for two years. After that, I’ll pay you another $150,000 when we divorce.”
He stared at her intently, trying to decide if she needed therapy—or perhaps a few weeks in the local insane asylum. “You’re serious?”
She took a sip of mineral water. “I am.”
His eyes narrowed, and his forehead furrowed in anger. “I’ll feed and clothe myself. Can I still put time in with my business, or should I get a job local to where you live?”
When she finally smiled, it felt as though the sun had come out on a cloudy day.
Putting her glass on the table, she took looked anywhere but at him. “I’m glad you want to do so. In fact, it’s one of the reasons I chose you. You have values and goals. All I have is an insane great-aunt, or I did until recently.”
“Tell me about it,” he demanded.
This sounds like an exciting book, I think I'll add to my TBR list. Thanks so much for sharing a scene from the story. So, what can we find out about Kryssie?
About Kryssie Fortune
Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
Kryssie loves to hear from her readers.
You can contact her here
Amazon Author Page http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO
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