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Wednesday, April 22, 2015
12:13 AM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the Never Cross A Warlock blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, and review.
Can two warlocks be too many?
Yes, if one happens to be your ex-husband trying to kill you for a witch divorce.
The other, a sexy Aussie that makes you forget all the rest.
That’s Catherine Bank’s warlock problem. She will have to choose between the two of them. Will she marry either, or end it all in a spell battle that will bring Las Vegas to its knees. Only time will tell. No one knows the mind of a witch better than herself. Unless, she falls in love.
“What would you like me to concentrate on today?”
I lowered my face into the little hole in the headrest of the massage table and let out a small groan. “If you could rub out those knots in my back, that would be great.”
Yes, there was only one place to go when things were rocky with any man, especially if that man just tried to kill you. The spa. The key to solving all of your problems, or at least to get to that Zen moment of realization, is to get a full spa treatment.
That’s how I found myself at one of the best spas in Vegas—face down on a massage table, trying to achieve some kind of relative state of peace to figure out how to deal with my current man problems.
I exhaled as my masseuse rubbed out an especially tight knot. “You have a lot of tension in your back.” The masseuse’s voice sounded concerned as she used her elbow to release that difficult knot.
“Tell me about it. I can sum up why with one word: warlocks.”
She chuckled and gave extra attention to the knot on my shoulder. “I hear you. Just takes one warlock to ruin your balance.”
“In my case several.”
“Oh, that’s a problem to have.” She laughed and rubbed down my back in small circles. The smell of the lavender oil created a cloud of forgetfulness.
“I figured a spa trip would give me the Zen frame of mind to sort it all out.”
“You’ve come to the right place. How much pressure do you need?”
“Heavy. Enough to rub out my memories.”
She answered with a rigorous attack down the back of my thigh, moving in a smoothing line down my hamstring. I was put into a spell of bliss. I’d asked for a massage specialist for witches, and I could sense the healing energy running through me. God, I needed this. I let her work me over, the scent of lavender joined by rosemary as she eased my tired, battered muscles—and with them, my emotions—into some sort of balance.
My mind started to wander as her magical hands kneaded out my kinks. If only she could rub out the kinks in my heart. Jeff, my current large knot of a warlock, was better than I imagined. Thoughts of him had actually saved my ass from the succubus stripper that had attacked me last night. Yet, I was still feeling that non-committal vibe—again. I just didn’t want to jump into something right after the huge betrayal my ex-husband was laying on me. Well, soon to be ex. If we didn’t renew our vows by tomorrow, we’d be officially split. The only other alternative was a quick divorce witch-and-warlock style. Meaning, I’d have to hide so he didn’t try to kill me.
Trust me. Never cross a warlock. Divorce for us was usually a lightning bolt to the forehead. Whoever has the fastest spell blast at the other wins everything. Till death do you part is literal in our case.
This was a great way to end this series. I loved Cat from the first book and with each one she showed just how strong she really is. And Jeff is smoking HOT!! I would to have my very own sexy Aussie Warlock. Even though I am sad to see this characters story ending I can’t wait for what Marilyn has in store for her next book. 5/5 Bloody Fangs
Marilyn is a paranormal romance novelist. She enjoys the characters that just don't fit in. From witches to time traveling researchers, she is letting her imagination soar to explore new worlds and write all the details down. Marilyn has traveled to Paris, London, Sydney, Las Vegas, Amsterdam and Munich. She loves to include her travels in her settings as much as possible. Best of all is letting her reader enjoy them through the perspective of a character. She currently lives in Northern California with her husband and cat. The cat, of course, is the center of attention.
Other Works by Marilyn Vix
Beware of Warlocks Series (Novelettes)
Never Cross a Warlock (3)
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Marilyn for letting me review your book and say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this blog tour.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
12:06 AM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the Visions blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, review, and excerpt.
“Since problems don’t exist in the euphoric world she envisions, my life will never measure up because it will always be problematic.”
Heather Reiner isn’t your typical teenager. With abilities reaching far beyond the norm, she’s just beginning to discover the possibilities.
Growing up different from her peers hasn’t been easy. From being ridiculed by classmates to her mother’s unwillingness to accept anything paranormal, life’s been rather difficult.
At an attempt to escape their past, her mother moves them to another state. Heather soon realizes though, you can’t run from a problem that begins inside yourself.
A guy from her new school, Barry, is captivated the first time he sees her. Determined to know her better, he soon learns her layers of complication run deep. With persistence, he chips away at her shield until each protective layer starts unveiling itself.
Heather wants a chance at an ordinary life, one where her abilities remain hidden. But secrets never stay hidden forever. They have a way of surfacing, revealing themselves when you least expect. Is normalcy obtainable, or will the mystery about herself be discovered? And if discovered, will Barry be like everyone else and turn away?
A faint sound – perhaps a whimper – echoes faintly in the background of my mind. Seconds, or maybe hours later, the sound returns, ringing annoyingly through my head. I’m desperate for it to go away. It takes a few more moments for me to realize the annoying sound is coming from my very own mouth. Something isn’t quite right, but I’m too unfocused to figure out what.
I wonder where I am while mentally questioning what happened to me, but I’m groggy and confused. I feel dominated, trapped by the total darkness surrounding my mind. I can’t move, rendered motionless from my semi-conscious state on the hard, unfamiliar surface. It’s as if my brain can’t process what I’m lying on, making me question my location, and how I even got here – wherever here is. Though I can’t seem to remember anything, deep down I know I’m not here by choice.
An urgent need to know where I am is overpowering as my brain finally registers the necessity of opening my eyes. If I could see my surroundings, then perhaps I’ll be able to recognize where I am. Taking a deep breath, I use what little strength I have to force them open. They barely budge. Defeat washes through me as I realize my eyelids are heavy, the simple task of opening them is impossible. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I move?
Part of the problem is my head… my head is pounding, it hurts so bad. It feels as if someone’s taking a drumstick and beating on top rhythmically. Boom… Boom… Boom… If I bring my hands to my forehead, I could apply enough pressure that may disperse the pain. I try raising them, but my arms won’t cooperate. I can barely lift them off the ground. Where did all my energy go?
I’m not sure what to do next because this pain isn’t leaving. I inhale a deep breath and hold it while reopening my eyes. A sharp pain darts straight across my head, landing right between them. It takes all my strength to not wince while closing them tight in hopes of helping, having little success.
Deflated, I lie perfectly still for a few more minutes, taking slow, even breaths. I begin to realize I have two options. Either continue to lay here without moving, or try to figure out what’s happened to me. After a few seconds of debate, I opt to go with the latter.
With yet another deep breath, I force my eyelids open as far as I can manage, trying my hardest to ignore the agony, but everything’s dark and blurry. Deep in my chest, a burning sensation emerges, as if any minute the suppressed panic that has been simmering is going to burst out. I squeeze my eyes shut again, for the pain has become unbearable. Another soft whimper escapes.
Maybe I should just continue to lie still. Focus on something other than torment. Breathing… I need better control of my breathing, for it has accelerated to the dangerous level of hyperventilating. I keep telling myself to calm down and get a grip. Focus on taking slow, deep breaths. The more I breathe in, I realize, the more I’m nauseated. Ugh… That smell. It stinks of stagnant, damp air, mixed with stale cigarette smoke. I force myself to pace my breaths anyway, cringing at the scent while the question of my location lingers in my mind.
This book turned out more than I had expected but in a good way. I love watching anything about clairvoyance so when I read this synopsis I jumped at the chance and I am so glad I got to read it. I was lost in the story line and the characters so much so that I read this book in one sitting and was left wanting so much more thanks to the story telling of Kimberly. I am seriously needing the next book and plan to look up the release date. 4/5 Bloody Fangs
I have always enjoyed reading books, but within the last five years discovered my passion for writing. Ever since childhood, I dreamt of writing a novel, but never took the time to pick up a pen. Oops, showing my age… I mean laptop. When my daughter reached her teenage years, I found my reason to start composing those stories.
I worked for fifteen years as a Registered Nurse before hanging-up my stethoscope. Now, I run my own business while continuing to write during any downtime.
I’m blessed with a wonderful husband and two children. The dynamics in our household changed when my oldest left for college, but I can’t say it was bad. Different, but definitely not bad. When she returns, we enjoy hiking, camping, and simply hanging out as a family. Each stage of life has been amazing, as to which I’m truly grateful.
My debut novel titled Visions was released Dec 15 2014. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Kimberly for letting me review your book and say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this blog tour.
Friday, April 3, 2015
12:45 AM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the Guardians Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, 10 random things guest post, and giveaway.
The Emmy Award-nominated and Edgar Award-winning duo of Susan Kim and Laurence Klavan deliver a heart-pounding finale to the postapocalyptic teen world of the Wasteland, filled with dramatic twists and turns. Bestselling author of Criminal, Karin Slaughter, called Wasteland "a Lord of the Flies for future generations. An irresistible page-turner."
No one dares to leave the District—the towering structure of glass and steel that is their protection against the unruly bands of Outsiders that roam Mundreel and the deadly rain that carries the disease that kills all over the age of nineteen.
This skyscraper stands amid the urban devastation, the city rumored to have once been called "Montreal." Esther and her allies have created a haven on the rooftop, a garden that flourishes, and a home for her new baby, hidden from all but the very few who know her secret. But as Gideon's power grows and factions form, the ultimate darkness is born from greed, and Esther must find a way to save the citizens from themselves.
SUSAN KIM is a playwright, TV writer, and author. Her two graphic novels w/co-author Laurence Klavan, “City of Spies” (artwork by Pascal Dizin) and “Brain Camp” (artwork by Faith Erin Hicks), were published by First Second Books in 2010. “Flow: the Cultural Story of Menstruation” (co-written w/Elissa Stein) was published by St. Martin’s Griffin in 2009. Plays include the stage adaptation of Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club (Dramatists Play Service) and various one-acts that were produced in the EST Marathon, including Death and the Maiden, Rapid Eye Movement,Dreamtime for Alice (Dramatists Play Service and Farrar Strauss), and Memento Mori (Smith and Krauss). Her work has been produced internationally. Ms. Kim has been nominated five times for the Emmy and four times for the Writers Guild award for her work in both non-fiction and children’s TV; she won a WGA award in 1996 for Best Documentary. She lives in New York City, teaches dramatic writing in the MFA program at Goddard College and currently blogs for the Huffington Post.
LAURENCE KLAVAN wrote the novels, “The Cutting Room” and “The Shooting Script,” which were published by Ballantine Books. He won the Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America for the novel, “Mrs. White,” co-written under a pseudonym. His graphic novels, "City of Spies" and "Brain Camp," were co-written with Susan Kim and published by First Second Books at Macmillan. His short work has been published in The Alaska Quarterly, Conjunctions, The Literary Review, Gargoyle, Louisville Review, Natural Bridge, Pank, Stickman Review, Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, among many other journals, and a collection is forthcoming from Chizine Publications. He received two Drama Desk nominations for the book and lyrics of "Bed and Sofa," the musical produced by the Vineyard Theater in New York and the Finborough Theater in London in 2011. His one-act, "The Summer Sublet," is included Best American Short Plays 2000-2001.
10 Random Things About the both of you:
- I can only cook one dish: penne pasta with broccoli, walnuts, and roasted red peppers. And even that’s bad.
- I rarely pay attention to my furniture or other belongings and have been known to keep the same chair until it breaks underneath me, literally.
I was good at fencing in college, which allowed me to pretend killing people, but it’s not a sport you can use too much in real life.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Susan & Laurence for their guest post and say Thank You to Jean BookNerd for letting me participate in this blog tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
- Sabrina Ford