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. Excerpt: 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.” An accusation. 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.” Buy Links http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4817-other-than.html https://www.amazon.com/Other-Than-Mia-Jo-Celeste-ebook/dp/B01N7ANXUQ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1483804684&sr=8-2&keywords=other+than http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4817-other-than.html https://www.amazon.com/Other-Than-Mia-Jo-Celeste-ebook/dp/B01N7ANXUQ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1483804684&sr=8-2&keywords=other+than kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/other-than Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/other-than/id1180447475?mt=11 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 Website http://www.miaceleste.com/ Twitter https://twitter.com/MiajoCeleste https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/62257812-mia-jo-celeste AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01N9JGDVI Thank you, Mia, for stopping by, and I hope you have great success with your story.
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11/7/2018 05:16:10 pm
What glorious cover art!!!
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