Sunday, June 30, 2013

Precipice: The Beginning Blog Tour

Today I have the Precipice: The Beginning tour. On my stop is a spotlight, review, dream cast, and awesome giveaway.

Kevin J. Howard was born in Mission Viejo, California, moved to Seattle at the age of twenty-one, and now lives in Puyallup. He hand wrote his first novel in the fifth grade and has been writing ever since. His first published novel, Faithful Shadow, is a return to the classic horror novel. Since writing Faithful Shadow he has completed four additional horror novels that will soon be published. In 2012, he won an award in the Las Vegas International Film Festival for his screenplay, Identical Opposites. Kevin's latest novel, Precipice: The Beginning, is now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. The sequel, Precipice: The Retrieval, should be released in the summer of 2013.

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The End is only the Beginning.... 

It wasn't the first time Lieutenant Travis Daniels had been far from his wife and son. Leading an elite team on countless missions, dodging death at every turn-it was what he was trained to do. And returning to his family was always his driving force... but this time might be different. Imprisoned for an unsanctioned intrusion into a hot zone, Travis and his elite team took a deal to assist in the colonization of Mars to evade the death penalty. While stationed there, Travis' only source of sanity were the brief video conversations he was allowed with his family. When the last transmission received showed choppy images of the city in darkness and blurs of humanoid creatures running through the streets, Travis and his team must decide to either stay on Mars or find a way back to his family-unknowing of the hell that Earth has become.

My Review:
I don’t even know where to start with this review. I was pulled in from page one and kept turning the pages until I was done. It’s that good and so unique.

So many things went through my head as I was reading this book. So many emotions and getting so pulled into the story line of all the different characters. I was a little confused at the begging with the different POV’s but quickly got over that as it does help the story to know what is going n from each character’s perspective.

My favorite character is Travis and learning about why he and his team are on Mars. It is such a different type of book then I what I normally read but I enjoyed it so much. With all the non stop action and the details Kevin writes makes you feel like you are in the story with the characters going through everything with them. I can’t wait for book two so I know what happens next with them all. 4/5 Bloody Fangs

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Dream Cast for your characters. 

It's hard for me to pick a living person to play a character from my novel, because I can see their faces so clearly in my mind, but here's my best shot:
Travis Daniels: Jeremy Renner
Annie Daniels: Gemma Arterton
Andrews: Kevin Durand
Sean: Joseph Gordon Levitt
Christina: Scarlett Johansson
Morgan: Bruce Willis
Dasher: An undiscovered actor

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. Thank You to Kevin for letting me review your book and Thank You to Book Nerd Tours for letting me participate in this tour. Make sure you check out all the other exciting stops on this TOUR for more reviews and guest posts. Don't forget to enter the giveaway.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Fangtastic Birthday Celebration

Hi everyone. It's my birthday today and this is what I woke up to on my door. My mom always prints something like this for my birthday to surprise me. I want to celebrate it with all of you by giving you presents. There is a lot of AWESOME prizes donated not only by me but some AMAZINGLY EPIC Authors that I love and I am so grateful to each of them for donating so I can hook you all up today.

Last I woke up to these awesome images:

As you can see my mom knows me very well. And she helps feed my addiction to vampires every year on my birthday. But enough about me. Let's get to the presents. And to anybody else who celebrates their birthday today I hope you have a HAPPY FANGTASTIC BIRTHDAY!!

Thundering Luv Blog Tour

Today on my blog is the Thundering Luv tour.  There is a spotlight, excerpts and an awesome giveaway.

L.M. Preston was born in Washington, DC.  She loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl.  A Techie and Educator for over sixteen years, she started writing science fiction under the encouragement of her husband who was a Sci-Fi buff and her four kids.  She has an obsessive desire to write and create stories of young people who overcome unbelievable odds.  She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing. In addition to being an author, she's also a Moderator for, 2012 Vice President of Mid Atlantic Book Association and 2012 co-chair for the Maryland Writer's Conference.

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Jewel has always been able to get the guy she wanted. The starting jock on the football team, the team captain on the basketball team, and the lead swimmer on the swim team. Problem is, she didn't find them the least bit exciting. Was she cold or a she-wolf for guys? Colin thought so, and he'd do anything to bring her down a peg or two. When these two collide on the sandy beach during their mixed up summer vacation, sparks fly, making this a summer neither will forget.

Excerpt 1:
“I mean, how does your mom do it? Most ladies can’t even find a guy to marry them – my mom is still ‘dating’ my dad and can’t get him to commit. But your mom,” Amy inhaled loudly, “she’s like…hum, like a husband whisperer or something,” Amy laughed.
Jewel lifted her shades to peek out at Amy, “So are you saying guys and dogs are the same?” she jumped up and plopped down on Amy’s butt to tickle Amy’s feet, “You calling my mom a dog trainer,” she giggled.
            Whack! The volleyball hit Jewel on the forehead with such force, she fell backwards. Jewel’s foot hit’s Meg’s drink and red juice splattered all over her white bikini. Amy’s butt went upward to knock Jewel onto the hard deck. Falling back, Jewel’s head hit the wood floor knocking her shades off.
            Jewel tried to catch her breath. Pain and anger became one as she blinked against the glare of the sun. Her eyes meet the dark brown ones of a laughing boy standing above her. A gorgeous guy, but who cared, he’d hit her so hard with his dumb ball, she was seeing stars.
            “You! You! Stupid, don’t you know how to hit a ball?” Jewel struggled to get up, and pushed the boys tanned hand away from her. His unruly long black hair, dark eyes, and full lips cocked up in a smirk made her angrier.
            “I’m trying to help you,” his baritone voice sounded like he was fighting against laughter, and he grasped her hand. His firm muscular shaped arm flexed as he bent to help her.
            Jewel slapped it away, “I don’t want your help you ruined my bathing suit and,” she touched her forehead where a small lump was forming, “put a knot on my head!” She pushed at him and stood up, grabbing the volleyball off the ground. His yummy face taunted her when his eyebrow went up questioning her motive. Then she aimed the ball at his head and missed.
            He ducked, “What was that for?” His laughing eyes turned stormy.
            Waving her hand at him, she stepped forward. “Idiots that hit girls with their,” Jewel slipped back, and tried to get her balance, but the last thing she remembered was him smirking at her as her head hit the floor again.

Excerpt 2:
Jewel sighed watching her phone ring for the tenth time in the last hour. She kicked the cell phone off her beach chair and bit her nail. The sea. The beautiful sea in front of her couldn’t evoke any depth within her heart. Maybe what they called her at school was true. Maybe she was made of ice. Couldn’t feel, couldn’t love, was only a pretty face with nothing in between. The large beach home which shared a wraparound deck, and a middle wall with a neighbor had seen better days. It was perfect, a temporary escape from all the drama at home.
                “You should just answer the thing. Stop stringing him along,” her cousin Megs teased, and tapped Jewel’s dark tan leg with her pale foot.
                “Easy for you to say, you don’t have a boyfriend who’s scrumptious, head of the football team, everything a girl should want. But he doesn’t ‘do’ it for you.” Jewel rolled her eyes and huffed, plopping back in her beach chair. She tied her dirty blond hair in a knot, a clash to her darker hued skin tone which made most people wonder if she’d dyed her hair.
                “Nobody ever does it for you,” Megs busted out laughing, “What is he, like boyfriend number five this year? And girl, you’ve been known to make the big guys cry. What do you do with them?” her platinum blond hair appearing to glow in the sun.

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Colin from Thundering LUV 

Thank you for stopping my blog today. I wanna say Thank you to LM and RBTL for letting me participate in this blog tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Author Spotlight With Kallysten

Today on my blog I have Kallysten for Author Spotlight. We are going to talk about her books, she has written a guest post, and there is an awesome giveaway. So let's get started.

Guest Post:

Thank you Sabrina for having me on today to share a little bit about my QuickSilver Codex series. It started last autumn with Bodyguards, I just released part 2 Quickening, and I expect to have part 3 ready by the end of the year.
The QuickSilver Codex is a new adult fantasy series. It has 3 point-of-view characters:
Vivien, when the first part starts, is a college student just about to turn 20. She lives a 'normal' life with her elderly aunt, and is trying to conjure up the courage to ask Brad, her running buddy, on a date. Everything changes when she suddenly learns she is the heir to a magical world, Foh'Ran, whose current leader is trying to have her kidnapped.

Unbeknownst to Vivien, Brad, also known as Bradan, followed her to Earth to serve as her bodyguard. He has remained close to her as she grew up... close enough to fall in love with the woman he considers his dame and for whom he'd give up his life in a heartbeat. He is shocked to realize she might return his feelings but happy to take her back to her world and tell her who she really is. He is a channeler: he wields the Quickening, the magical force that imbues Foh'Ran and its inhabitants. His first order of business, once he is sure Vivien is safe, is to teach her to channel as well.

Aedan is Brad's twin. He remained on Foh'Ran when Brad followed their dame, but he, too, is her sworn bodyguard and would do anything for her. And he also happens to be a vampire... Until Vivien's return, he infiltrated the usurper king's guard to keep an eye on what was going on, which caused him to be labeled as a traitor. He has sacrificed a lot for his oath as a bodyguard, and he sometimes gets frustated when Vivien doesn't act the way he thinks a queen ought to - like when she gets too close to his brother.

Book 1:
 On the verge of her twentieth birthday, Vivien’s worries are those of a typical young woman: doing well in college, gaining more independence, and maybe managing to show Brad, her classmate and sometimes jogging partner, that she wouldn’t mind taking their burgeoning relationship to a different level.
Everything changes in the blink of an eye. Vivien stumbles into a knife fight, watches a man die in front of her, and soon listens, stunned, as Brad and his brother Aedan tell her a story of magic, vampires and a murderous ruler intent on killing a princess in hiding – a tale in which she is the princess and heir to a realm she didn’t know existed.
Vivien’s first instinct is to refuse to believe this incredible tale, even if it comes from a man she is attracted to. But when her self-proclaimed bodyguards use magic to take her to a different world, the edges of reality start blurring and Vivien has to figure out who she truly is.
Book 2:

On Foh’Ran, a parallel world in which a magical force called the Quickening rules the lives of humans and vampires alike, Vivien just won her first battle.
Raised on Earth, Vivien had no idea she was heir to Foh’Ran’s throne until Brad and Aedan, her bodyguards, revealed themselves to her and took her to her family’s ancestral castle. Her first confrontation with Rhuinn, the man who usurped her throne, ended as well as could be hoped and she won a few days of respite until she has to appear at the royal court again.
Before she does, however, she’ll need to break through her mental block and master the Quickening to prove herself a worthy daughter of Foh’Ran. She’ll also have to gain allies among Foh’Ran’s influential families. The most difficult part, however, might be to follow Aedan’s advice and learn to act like a queen when she’s still unsure whether she truly wants the throne, and would rather simply be Brad’s girlfriend.

Here is an excerpt from Bodyguards, in which Vivien gets her first good look at her world...

Bradan knew what his brother must be thinking even before he reached Aedan. This was the woman they had sworn their lives to? The future ruler for which they’d sacrificed so much already? Bradan knew what Aedan was thinking, because the same thoughts were running through his mind, as much as he tried to quiet them. For years, he had dreamed of the moment when they would bring Vivien back to Foh’Ran and restore her to the throne that was hers by right. This was not how he had imagined things would go—far from it.

He couldn’t give up on her, though. She was upset, and he could understand that. Everything she had ever believed about herself had been turned on its head, she had been thrust into an unfamiliar place, and the one person who had been there for her as she was growing up had been taken by her enemies. All things considered, she wasn’t doing so badly, given how grim things looked for her at the moment. If he could only show her that it wasn’t all war, fear, and pain...

“Did she come out at all?” he asked, leaning back against the wall next to Aedan.

Aedan shrugged. He never looked away from the corridor. Vivien’s door was just twenty feet away. “She opened the door long enough to take her dinner. Would you call that coming out?”

“At least she’s eating.”

Considering that Vivien had skipped lunch, calling out through the door that she wasn’t hungry, this had to be progress. How was Bradan going to get her out, though? How could he get through to her?

“Remember when she was...what?” Aedan’s brow furrowed as though the memory were escaping him. “Four? And she refused to eat anything but roseberries for a week?”

Bradan did remember, but he wasn’t sure why Aedan was bringing it up. Aedan explained himself soon enough, though.

“She is just a child. She does not understand what is going on, how important she is. How can we trust her with the future of Foh’Ran when she hides in her room like a little girl because she’s afraid?”

Pushing away from the wall, Bradan squeezed Aedan’s shoulder. “She’s almost twenty. She’s not a child. She just needs time. I’ll try talking to her again. Why don’t you get some rest? You barely got any sleep last night.”

“I’m not tired,” Aedan said. “But you can keep an eye on the child if it amuses you.”

A slight smile softened the bite in his last words. Aedan moved without a sound. In seconds, he had disappeared down the staircase. Bradan remained there a moment longer, trying to figure out how to approach Vivien. They’d never talked all that much—Bradan had always been afraid to let something slip that he shouldn’t have—but he had watched her closely over the years. She’d never been as relaxed, as happy as when she ran in the woods. And he’d never believed that it was the running that soothed her. Their kind wasn’t made to live in cities of steel and concrete.

His mind made up, he went over to Vivien’s room and knocked twice.

“I already told you,” she called before he could even say a word. “I don’t want to go to that lake or anywhere else. I’m tired.”

“I want to show you something,” he said, his hand pressed flat to the door. “Something that belongs to you. I promise it’s not far. Will you come with me? Please, Vivien.”

Long seconds passed. He could hear her inside, slow steps coming toward him as though she were hesitating. When she finally opened the door, her eyes were red, but her cheeks were dry. Something twisted painfully inside him. If only he could have protected her from everything...

“What is it you want me to show me?” she asked, her voice dulled by weariness.

“You’ll see.” He took a step back to give her space. “Come with me?”

He’d been afraid she’d close the door in his face. She didn’t and accompanied him instead.

He led the way down to the first floor and out through the back door. The sky was already darkening with the promise of the night to come. He started toward the shields, glancing back when he realized she wasn’t following him.

“You said it wasn’t far,” she said.

She looked down at her feet. When he followed her gaze, Bradan understood. Her toes were bare in the grass. A foot in front of her, however, the grass gave way to rocks, gravel and weeds. She’d bruise her feet if she tried walking on the old path. Coming back to her, Bradan didn’t let himself hesitate. If he went back in to find shoes for her, the moment would pass. He scooped her up into his arms, smiling when she replied with a quick, surprised laugh. She looped her arms around his neck and gave him a small smile, almost shy.

“Is this all right?” he asked, wishing he had thought of asking first.

She nodded. Holding her close to his chest, one arm under her knees and the other at her back, Bradan carried her beyond the shields and to the cliff. He looked at her as she took in the scene, wondering if this would jog her memory.

* * * *

Vivien’s mouth fell open, and she gasped softly. Only a dozen yards in front of them, the backyard ended abruptly over a cliff. Her arms instinctively tightened around Brad’s neck. He walked right to the edge of the cliff, and when she looked down, she could see a valley.

Fields of gold, woods of the deepest green, prairies of wild grass and wilder flowers of every color imaginable stretched down below. Far in the distance, the sun was slowly slinking down toward the horizon amid a symphony of reds and oranges. Here and there, volutes of smoke rising toward the darkening sky marked the presence of people.

“It’s...beautiful,” Vivien whispered.

“And it’s yours,” Bradan replied. “Your world. It always was. I know how strange it must be for you to find yourself in this new place, how upsetting. But you’ll find more than pain and death and the cold stones of this house. We have beauty here, too. Life. You only have to look to find it.”

Vivien looked at him. His face was so close to hers, she could have counted his eyelashes, even in the fading evening light. So close, she would only need to shift a little for their mouths to brush together. His lips looked soft and firm. He caught her gaze and blinked, as though surprised that she was watching him rather than the spectacle he was offering her. Vivien’s face suddenly felt too warm, and she looked away again, down into the valley, trying to find something to talk about. She was acutely aware of how warm he was everywhere they touched.

“Did you miss it?” she murmured. “You had to leave this place to come Earth. To a whole other world. Wasn’t it hard?”

A few clouds drifted in front of the sun as it started to disappear beyond the curve of the horizon.

“I came back when I was too homesick,” Brad said softly. “A couple of hours during the night there meant a day here. Enough to see my brother, to practice using the Quickening, to just be Bradan instead of Brad. No one ever knew.”

Despite the small smile on his lips, he sounded a little wistful. It hadn’t been as easy as he made it to be, had it? So why would he go through this?

He had mentioned something before...

“You said... You said you took a vow?”

“Aedan and I did, yes.” He tilted his head as though he knew she had another question and was inviting her to continue.

“How long ago was that?”

“We were eleven.”

She struggled to wrap her mind around that. Eleven... They’d been children!

“How could you even know what that oath meant when you were so young? How could you decide to leave your family? How could they let you do it? Didn’t your parents have something to say about it?”

She realized suddenly that she was clutching his shoulders tightly, but she couldn’t let go, not when Brad was looking at her with such a grave expression.

“We knew what the QuickSilver Oath meant,” he said slowly, holding her gaze. “Our father explained it to us when we were small children, and we watched him live and breathe that oath every day of his life until he died trying to protect Dame Eleoren.”

Vivien’s heart felt as though it skipped a beat or ten.

“Our mother...” Brad’s voice cracked for a second before hardening again. “She understood how much this meant to us. She came to the Otherworld with me. Anabel helped us learn how to live there.”

Try as she might, Vivien could not fathom any of it. All of this, going to an entirely new world, starting over, for her?

“What about Aedan?” she asked. “He didn’t come with you?”

“Aedan stayed here with Dame Eleoren’s cook. She was the last of the staff. She refused to go anywhere. He kept her company, and she took care of him. My mother visited him while I was at school, or we went together in the evening or on weekends. Aedan came to visit sometimes, too.”

Darkness was thickening around them, an echo of Vivien’s muddled thoughts. The more Brad explained, the more difficult it was to grasp it all.

“But you said time here passes faster,” she protested. “Wouldn’t he have grown older a lot faster than you?”

“He did.” The ghost of a smile brushed against his lips. “I was born first. A couple minutes only, but I used to take that very seriously. I was Aedan’s big brother, and I was proud of it. And then I turned twelve. And he was sixteen. When I turned thirteen, he was an adult. It was the strangest thing.”

Vivien’s confusion was thicker than ever. Aedan didn’t look a day older than Brad. “So how come—”

She never got to finish. A yell rose from somewhere on their left, and they both turned to watch a group of people running toward them, the moonlight glinting like lightning on their swords.
Author Bio:
Kallysten’s most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for over fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers' reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories and poetry, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance novels.

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If you would like to see the info on her TOUR 

I hope you enjoyed this quick excerpt, and I invite you to visit my site or my blog for more.
And now, how about a giveaway?
The first prize is a swag pack comprised of a beaded book thong, a card, magnet and minicard. 3 runner-ups will get the same thing without the book thong. Good luck! And be sure to check the tour page for more giveaways!

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Kallysten for being on my blog today. Don't forget to enter the giveaway.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Difference Between Night And Day Blog Tour

Today on my blog I have Melissa Turner author of The Difference Between Night and Day. I love this cover it's so beautiful. On my stop there is a spotlight, guest post, and awesome giveaway.

Melissa Turner Lee holds a BA in Communications with a concentration in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She has studied fiction writing since 2008, attending various writing conferences and workshops, along with guidance from professional writing coaches. She resides in Spartanburg, SC with her husband and 3 sons.

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Nathaniel Taylor was a Christian who thought believers were exempted from "dark times." That was until he entered his own long time in the dark. When he meets Lilly, a young woman in danger, it sends him on a journey to discover the difference between night and day and that during dark times, the Light is hidden, not gone.

The drumming of two additional heartbeats echoed in my ears. The smells of adrenaline and body odor combined with that of chemicals being cooked. Upon closer examination, I could see the padlock on the shack was not engaged; the latch was open. Immediately, I grabbed Lilly’s arm and swung her behind me. She did not resist.

One of the brown wooden doors flew open, revealing two men pointing black 40-millimeter guns at us. The gaunt and filthy men were both in dirty jeans, too old and worn to be worth washing. One had on a black t-shirt with the name of a heavy metal band on it, while the other wore a filthy hole-infested blue shirt. Same sandy blond hair and hazel eyes. Related.

“Look-a-here, a couple of trespassers,” the man in the black shirt announced. “What was it the boss said to do with trespassers?”

An evil smile grew on the face of the other man. “Shoot ’em dead. But he never said we couldn’t have a little fun first.”

 “I like how you think, little brother,” he replied, never taking his eyes off of us. A disgusting glint appeared in his eye as he gave Lilly a head-to-toe look. He nodded into the direction of the trees just to the left. “The two of you are going to walk with us into those woods there. It will make it a little easier for us to shoot you and drag you to the lake without being seen.”

I secured Lilly’s position behind me and drove ice into my tone as I answered, “I don’t believe we’ll be making things easy for you this evening.”

“Tough guy huh?” the older one responded almost cheerfully. “That’ll only make it more fun when you start to beg.”

“Oh, I won’t be the one begging.”

“No, that’ll be your girlfriend’s job,” answered the one in blue with a chuckle.

In less than a second, I shoved Lilly several feet away and lunged at the man in the blue shirt. A shot rang out at close range, followed by Lilly’s scream.

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What would you like your readers to take away from your book?

What I want most for people to take away from the book is that God loves them. That He has a plan and even when times are dark, He is always there working.

For a long time, I thought if I was a good Christian, the bad things in life could not happen to me. I thought only bad things happened to bad people and if I was a Good Girl, life would be good to me. I somehow missed the parts in the Bible about in this world, there will be troubles and the other parts about how the world would hate me just as it hated Jesus. Jesus is the son of God and He was crucified, what made me think the world and life would be kind to me? It was the beginning of a mature relationship with Christ.
As a Christian, I believe the world is fallen—that sin altered every aspect of life and it will only get harder, more tragic and more difficult as we go on, but there will be a happily-ever-after ending for those who have trusted in Christ. Not that Christians are superior because we are not. We sin and mess up as much as any other group of people. The whole doctrine of Christianity is like a cheat in a video game. We realize the task is too much for us and Christ, the son of God opens the door on the cross and offers a way to heaven by His strength and He offers it to all the world. John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only son, that whoever puts their faith in Him, will not die but have eternal life.”  And when we accept Him, He in turn accepts us and He will never, no never, no never leave us. He is with us to the end of the age and we are never alone as the world gets dark and scary. 

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Melissa for being on my blog and Thank You to Jaidis for letting me participate in this tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

The Michael Sykora Series Blog Tour

Darcia Helle lives in a fictional world with a husband who is sometimes real. Their house is ruled by spoiled dogs and cats and the occasional dust bunny.
 Suspense, random blood spatter and mismatched socks consume Darcia’s days. She writes because the characters trespassing through her mind leave her no alternative. Only then are the voices free to haunt someone else’s mind.

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Book 1:
How far would you go to right a wrong?
 For Michael Sykora, killing started as blind rage. Then it became something he’s good at. To most of those who know him, Michael is a software designer, a smart but average guy with a workaholic nature. To a chosen few, Michael is a part-time hit man whose specialty is eliminating hard-core criminals. 
Michael has managed to keep his two personas separate. Until now. When Nicki, a close friend, gets into trouble, Michael steps in to help. Having lost his fiancé to a brutal crime, Michael will do whatever necessary to keep from losing another woman in his life.
At one time or another, don’t we all wish we could do the things our Justice system cannot or will not? What would it take to push you over the edge?

My Review:
This is so far out of my normal books that I read but with that said I am so glad I got to asked to review this book. I look forward to reading more of this series.

I loved how this book is told from the killer’s perspective. I have never read a book like that before. I also thought I would never find myself rooting for a killer but with Michael I did just that. I kept hoping he would find all the bad guys. The suspense of this book literally had me on the edge of my seat the whole time. I know you might think rooting for the killer is bad and makes him no better then the people he is killing but the love he has for his friends and the people he cares about, coupled with the fact that yes Michael does in deed have a conscience makes him more human to me.

Before you decide that Michael’s a bad guy keep in mind, what would you do to protect a loved one, would you kill for them or just let the system fail them? 4/5 Bloody Fangs  

Book 2:
A teenage runaway disappears from the streets. The only people that care, or even notice, are her two best friends who are also runaways. For reasons of their own, they can’t go to the police for help. 
 They seek out Michael Sykora, a software designer by day and hit man by night. Known on the streets as The Ghost, Michael has a reputation for taking on the twisted criminals. Rapists. Child molesters. He has never been hired to find the lost. Until now. 
 Michael teams up with ex-prostitute Nicki and full-time hit man Sean. Together they bend the rules of the justice system in order to find a young girl few people care about. In the process, they uncover a world where salvation comes with a price tag and God’s words are used to incite fear in a congregation of believers.

Book 3:
Sandman built his dubious reputation by turning the dreams and nightmares of others into harsh reality. Now he’s pursuing his own twisted dream; the beautiful Maria Milan. But she doesn’t want to become a player in Sandman’s sordid fantasy.

Michael Sykora is a hit man who kills for justice. Sean Riley is a hit man born to kill. Together, they’re out to take down Sandman and his organization. Whether mercy is given depends on who catches him first.

Sean Riley looked down at the woman he’d been hired to kill. Even before he’d partnered with Michael Sykora and tamed his deadly skills, he’d disliked killing women. Back then, he’d probably have turned down this job. Not that he’d have altered the outcome. Someone else always stood next in line, wanting the money and willing to kill for it. 
Even sleeping, with her jet-black hair scattered across the pillow and a drop of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth, her beauty took his breath away. This woman, whose name was Maria Milan, should be dead by now. Jake, the man who’d paid for her murder, wanted her to die slowly. To suffer. Jake had specified the use of a knife, keeping the plunges slow and only deep enough to shatter her nervous system. Keep her alive until the last possible moment. 
Jake did not have balls enough to do it himself. 
He wanted photos. A recording of her screams. He’d asked for video, as if Sean was a slice-and-dice movie producer instead of a high-priced hit man. 
Sean stood in the shadows of the bedroom, watching Maria sleep. He’d done the unthinkable. For the first time in his long, restless and oddly successful career, he’d had sex with the intended victim. More than that. He’d gotten involved. He’d fallen for this woman who’d been marked to endure excruciating horrors at his own hands.
He shifted in the darkness, wishing he could crawl back under the sheet. He already missed the feel of her skin pressed against his own. With a quiet sigh, he tugged his pants on. He had a job to do. 
Fully dressed, he gazed back at Maria. The moonlight fell across her face. She didn’t stir. Her beauty glowed. He knew things about her now. And she knew things about him. They’d become tangled in ways he hadn’t expected. 
Sean went out to the kitchen and grabbed the backpack he’d left by the door. He flipped the light on, squinting at the brightness. When his eyes adjusted, he checked the contents. One roll of heavy duct tape. A few small towels for use as gags. Rope. Zip ties. A full syringe. His Black Ops knife. He fingered the metal, thought about the meaning of what he needed to do. What he might not have done a year ago. What it would all mean to him, to his future. To Maria. 
He stepped back into the bedroom. Maria had rolled onto her side. Her hair spilled over her cheek. The sheet fell away, exposing flesh he’d lingered over not long ago. A smile played on his lips. He’d enjoy this job, this killing, more than anyone had a right to. 
With a last look over his shoulder, he left Maria behind and headed out to his car.

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What did you find to be the easiest part of writing this series? The most difficult?

The easiest part for me with any book is always the opening scenes. When the characters first pop into my head and their stories begin to unfold, the writing happens on its own. Not writing them down would be an impossible feat, because the characters simply won’t leave me alone. My mind becomes their playground, and I have no peace until the story is complete.
With this series specifically, the easiest part was the characters. Michael Sykora came to me in the midst of a conversation with my husband. Over the course of a few weeks, his character became fully formed in my mind. Then, when I sat down to write No Justice, the first book, all the other characters popped in as needed. When I got to a scene where a new character was necessary for the story, I didn’t even have to think about who that character was. It was as if they’d been hanging out in the shadows of my mind, just waiting for the opportunity to join in.
The most challenging part of writing this series came mostly in Killing Instinct. I never write from an outline. For me, writing always began with characters. Plots unfolded as I came to know the characters and their stories. Series writing demands a different approach, since the characters are already established. With Beyond Salvation, book #2, this wasn’t as much of a problem. That plot popped into my head before I’d finished No Justice, so I already knew where the characters were going next. When I sat down to write Killing Instinct, I found myself deadlocked. I knew the characters too well, which meant I couldn’t rely on my usual method of exploring the characters to find the story. I also couldn’t sit down and outline a plot. That simply doesn’t work for me. I knew I needed a fresh angle; I just didn’t know what that angle was.
As I mulled this over, other characters with their own unrelated stories popped into my head. I moved away from the series, writing several stand-alone novels. Michael Sykora remained in the back of my mind, waiting for me to return. Then one day Sean Riley, Michael’s partner, popped into my head and I wrote what turned out to be the first chapter of Killing Instinct. I realized I’d found my new angle in Sean’s story. As always, I wasn’t sure what the plot was. But that didn’t matter anymore, because I knew Sean would lead me there.

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Friday, June 14, 2013

The Princess and the Stableboy Cover Reveal

A graduate of Hollins University in southwestern Virginia, Rebecca has put her ancient history degree to good use with the Alaina Downs trilogy, a New Adult/Fantasy series. At least that’s what she tells herself. When she’s not writing, she lives in the Litchfield hills of Connecticut with her husband and young son. She dances, and runs, and upon occasion…sings very badly.

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Once upon a time, before Alaina fell into Isleen… 
There was a kingdom devoid of magic… 
Until one day when Astra, the princess of Isleen is awoken by dragons flying by her window. She escapes with the help of Peter, a stableboy who is hiding a few secrets of his own. 
The land is thrust into peril. The wizards Uther and Avalon have returned from their banishment by unknown forces, and they are determined to take over once more…even if it means turning most of the people into ogres. 
Astra finds herself fighting for her home in an ages old fairy tale of good, evil…and love.

Astra nodded, and waved him off, turning her attention over to a small group of dancers. She tore off some more of the meat, and started to sway along with the soft music coming from the dulcimer. A light rain was beginning to fall, and she glanced up, opening her mouth slightly to take some of it in. Astra smiled, letting her eyes flutter momentarily across the night sky.
Peter turned around, the mugs of mead trembling in his hands. He watched her, his eyes roving over her body before they settled on her gently moving hips. His heart raced, and he panted, taking a sip of the mead before looking at her again. She had finished the turkey leg and was now standing on her tip toes, giggling as she let her tongue dart out to catch some of the rain.
They locked eyes, and she gave him a smile. Peter left the mead down on the table, and slowly walked over.
“You left the mead,” she murmured.
He exhaled. “You’re beautiful,” Peter blurted out.
Astra blushed. “Thank you.” She pointed up at the sky. “I think it’s starting to rain.”
“Is it?” he croaked. His eyes trailed down to her mouth. “I don’t think I noticed.” Peter let out a small groan as her tongue ran over her bottom lip. “Do you want to dance?”
“Oh.” Astra’s cheeks pinked once more as she nodded.
Peter wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him as the pace of the music increased. He could feel her heart beat against his and he sighed. “Astra…”
Her eyes flicked up. “Hmmmm?”
He kissed her. Astra gasped, her mouth opening as she felt the heat of his tongue searching for hers. She shut her eyes, her knees quaking as she moaned. She could feel the rain pelt down on them, and she sighed.
Peter shook, and he panted, gently releasing her. He swallowed, his jaw line clenching as he settled his hands on her cheeks and searched her eyes. “Astra…”
“Peter…” Astra closed her eyes, and tried to steady her heartbeat as they rested their foreheads against each other. “Peter…”

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