Saturday, March 21, 2015

Review: Purenet by H.J. Lawson

Purenet
Author: H.J. Lawson
Release Date: Decembre 30, 2015
Publisher: Self-Published
Sanction Book #1
ISBN:  1505665019
Genre: Young Adult Dystopian
Review Copy Source: NetGalley
Purenet is one of six wealthy Sanctions, formed by the Emperor and the Untouchables after a devastating world war.
Only those born in Purenet have the privilege of living under the dome, protecting their bodies from the sun’s deadly UVA rays.

Skylier is desperate to escape her underground confines and save her mother’s life.

On a school visit, she hears something she’s not supposed to, and now she realizes that not only is her whole life a lie, but she is in grave danger… She doesn’t know who to trust, and her enemies are everywhere… even closer than she realizes.

Now she is in a race against time to save not only her life, but her mother's and those she cares about. And if she fails, she'll suffer a fate worse than death...

PURENET is a pretty quick paced and easy to read story. I liked the world and the author did a good job of explaining the characters and their place in the story.

I didn't fully connect to the characters. I liked them fine and Skylier played a strong female role, I just wasn't fully invested. I was highly disturbed by her brother's obsession with her to host his and his wife's baby (which is wrong considering it would really be Skyler and his baby, if I read into that right). There is a bit of a love triangle in PURENET, but it doesn't really get into a romance.

A LOT happens but its really quick and to the point. The ending was decent and unpredictable which was nice. It does end on a bit of a cliffhanger though. Will I read more? Maybe, it was a short book so I think book 2 might be as well and the story does have potential.

I gave it 3/5 stars

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Friday, March 20, 2015

Promo & Giveaway: Taken by a Dragon by Felicity Heaton

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Taken by a Dragon, the seventh book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website and sharing sneak peeks of the book. 

Find out how to enter the Taken by a Dragon international giveaway (ends March 22nd) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 5 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/taken-by-a-dragon-paranormal-romance-novel.php

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Taken by a Dragon by Felicity Heaton
Possessed by a need to save a beautiful Amazon warrior from the vision he witnessed, Loke snatched her from the midst of the battle between the Third and Fifth realm of the demons, and carried her to his home deep in the black mountains of Hell to protect her. But as the fierce little female awakens, he finds she’s anything but grateful, and his dragon instincts roar to life to warn she might be more to him than an enemy—she might be his fated female.
Anais remembers meeting a handsome warrior in the heat of battle, a man who was her enemy but who looked at her with eyes that held dark heat and wicked promises. When she wakes to find that same dragon shifter has taken her captive, desire is the last thing on her mind, but escaping him to return to Archangel, the hunter organisation she works for, sounds less than appealing when he reveals the reason he took her—to stop her from dying.
Can Loke protect Anais from the dangers of his realm and how far will he go to save her from the future he keeps witnessing? Can Anais resist the fierce attraction that burns between them as hot as fire and stay true to Archangel or will her heart be taken by the dragon?

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Excerpt

“Eww, what is that. Tell me you don’t eat that.”
He turned to find Anais pointing at a lump of white fat he had carved off an old Hell beast, one of the kind with horns and talons. It had been a difficult battle. He could have easily won if he had resorted to using his dragon form, but his kind preferred to hunt in their mortal appearance. They relished the challenge and the chance to test their skills against a larger foe.
Loke shook his head. “I do not eat that. I use it for fuel.”
“For the fire?” She looked back towards the exit. “And the torches I guess?”
He nodded this time. “It helps. I eat this.”
He picked up a skinned side of Hell beast, around a quarter of the original carcass, with the front left limb and ribs intact, and she looked as if she might vomit.
She swiftly covered her mouth and turned away from him.
Would he ever understand her?
She claimed to be strong, but when faced with a butchered creature, she paled and looked ready to flee. He was beginning to wonder whether she had ever taken a life during her battles. Surely a female who couldn’t look at a piece of meat was incapable of taking a life?
“I think I might be vegetarian,” she muttered into her palm.
Loke wasn’t sure what that meant but he didn’t like the sound of it. “I will make a stew from the leg.”
“What does it taste like?” She peeked over her shoulder at it. “Does it taste like beef or maybe lamb? I’m not big on lamb.”
Beef. Lamb. He presumed these were creatures of the mortal world.
He shrugged. “I am afraid I cannot compare it with something from your realm as I have never been there.”
She frowned and shifted to face him, her fear of the carcass evidently forgotten. “You haven’t left Hell?”
He shook his head. “No dragons leave Hell… so you see I cannot offer you a comparison to ease your mind… but it tastes good.”
“I think I’ll have to be the judge of that. If it does, I’ll tell the world… there’s a bachelor in Hell who can cook.” She paused and ran another glance over him, rekindling the fire in his veins. “You are a bachelor? I figured you were since this cave doesn’t look like the sort of place where a lady dragon would live. It lacks a female’s touch.”
Loke bit back a groan.
His cave wasn’t the only thing that lacked a female’s touch. He had been lacking that for a long time.
His gaze fell to her hands and he was wondering what her touch would feel like before he could stop himself. He tried to shake away the image of her running her palms over his bare chest, making him burn with a soft caress, but it was impossible. He had invited the images into his mind, had opened himself to them, and they flooded him, refusing to go away.
He was vaguely aware that he was standing in the larder, staring at her like a complete dolt and asking for another kick to the groin.
Anais snapped her fingers in front of his face and he jerked backwards, blinking at her.
“I don’t want to know what you were thinking, but your eyes were being weird.” She shuffled away from him, to such a distance that it was clear she had lied and knew what he had been thinking about and knew the reason his eyes had brightened, verging on glowing.
He was hungry, but not for food.
He wanted a taste of something far more dangerous and alluring.
The fascinating little Amazon diligently keeping her eyes off him.
As if that would stop him from desiring her.
Perhaps that desire was part of the reason he had taken her from the battlefield. He had been drawn to her then, powerless to resist her beauty as she had stood over him. She had enslaved him with nothing more than a look into his eyes, a moment where something had passed between them. A silent understanding.
A mutual attraction.
“I am a bachelor,” he said, his voice low at first but gaining strength as he locked his gaze on her and allowed it to drift down her back, taking in her curves and how her black top and trousers hugged them. “I have no female… and it has been that way for a very long time.”
She whirled to face him, a touch of rose on her cheeks. Her mouth flapped but no words came out. When he risked a step towards her, she bolted, slipping past him and rushing down the corridor. She grunted and he switched his senses to her, concerned that she had hurt herself by running into the darkness.
She had stopped a short distance into the tunnel.
He sighed when her voice rang along it.
“Bloody buggery son of a bitch.” Those words held venom that had disappeared when she next spoke, her voice far softer and weaker. “It’s a bit dark. Are you coming?”
Loke smiled and finished gathering what he needed for their meal.
He hacked the leg off the carcass with his knife and set it into the pot, and wiped the blood off the blade with a cloth that he tossed into the pot too. He grabbed the torch from the wall and strolled along the corridor, making Anais wait. The firelight danced ahead of him, reaching her first, slowly running up her legs to her torso and then illuminating her face.
She stared at her knees and muttered to herself as she dusted them down.
“Are you hurt?” He looked at her knees and then her hands, not seeing any scratches or smelling any blood on her.
She shook her head. “For the record, I’ve decided to add another rule. You have to swear not to look at me like that again.”
“Like what?” He stepped closer to her, staring down into her eyes, holding her gaze and challenging her to look away.
She truly was beautiful. The Amazons would have been proud to have her as one of their race.
“Like that.” She managed to hold his gaze but he could see she was teetering on the brink of losing her nerve and looking away.
“Like what?” he husked again, inching closer to her. “Tell me how I look at you.”
She did look away now. “Like you’re a beast and I’m your damned prey… like a barbarian who took someone captive and thinks they can do whatever they please with them.”
He dropped the pot and had her wrist in his hand before she could run away from him. She fought him as he pulled her around to face him, and he held the torch higher, afraid of hurting her with the fire. He released her wrist and had his arm around her waist a split-second later, pinning her against his front. She rained blows down on his bare chest and he let her vent her frustration, because he had more important matters to focus on than mere physical pain.
“Look at me, Little Amazon.” He waited for her to do as he had asked and when she didn’t, he dropped the torch behind him and captured her cheek. She instantly stilled and he cursed when she began to tremble, her fear an acrid note in her soft scent. He slowly skimmed his fingers down to her jaw and tilted her head up. She closed her eyes and he huffed. “Look at me, Anais.”
Using her name seemed to be the key to making her listen because she opened her eyes. Their rich sapphire depths drew him in, leaving him aware of only her.
“I am no beast or barbarian,” he murmured and wished she could believe him. “I have no intention of using you in that manner. I have sworn not to hurt you… have I not?”
She nodded.
“Then why persist with this nonsense?”
She tried to look away but he held her firm. “Because… just because. I don’t have to give you a reason.”
Because she feared the reason she had to give.
She didn’t want to voice it and tell him that he wasn’t the only one who felt desire, who was drawn to her and powerless against the ferocity of his need of such a delicate little female. She wanted him too, and for her it was infinitely more difficult to comprehend and cope with. She viewed herself as a captive and he her abductor. That alone was reason enough for her to fight her feelings.
But she had other reasons too, just as he did.
A mortal was no match for an immortal.
He brushed his fingers across her soft cheek and reluctantly released her, stepping back to give her room to gather herself. He picked up the torch and grabbed the handle of the cauldron.
“Come. I need water.” He waited for her to finish smoothing her clothes before moving.
She followed him, a silent shadow in the low light.
He searched for something to say to dispel the tension between them but nothing came to him. It had been a long time since he’d had female company, had desired one as he desired her, and he wasn’t sure how to go about things. He didn’t know how to charm females of her world, and wasn’t sure he should be charming her at all. He was trying to keep his distance, but the moment he let his guard down, he found himself close to her, seeking a way of touching her or winning a smile from her.
He banked left when they reached the end of the tunnel and led her along another one. The path sloped downwards and the air grew moist as he approached the area deep in the heart of the mountain where he had created a bathing pool and one for his store of water.
Anais busied herself with touring the large cave, her fingers drifting over the stalagmites that rose from the ground, forming jagged black spikes.
“Why live in the front of the cave when you have all these rooms?” She glanced across at him.
He dipped the small wooden pail he had made into the well near the entrance and pulled it out, setting it down on the rocky side. “The fire.”
She frowned. “What about it?”
He lifted the torch and wafted it around, making it smoke. That smoke rose up to the top of the cavern and stayed there.
Her eyes lit up with understanding. “I get it. Smoke accumulates back here.”
“It is safer at the mouth of the cave too. I can sense intruders and it is a bigger space. I can shift if I need to.” He held the pail out to her and she crossed the room to him and took it.
Perhaps she was finally settling in and becoming more comfortable with him. He wasn’t going to hold his breath though. Whenever he thought she was becoming accustomed to being around him, she revolted and turned on him again.
“What’s it like to shift?” she said to the pail.
Loke shrugged. “It is difficult to explain. It does not hurt, and it is over so quickly for me that I barely notice it. It is as natural to me as breathing or walking.”
She frowned at the water, her nose wrinkling with it. “I’ve met wolf and cat shifters. It always looks like it hurts when they shift.”
“I suspect that is because you are hunting those creatures.” He looked across at her and tried to imagine her fighting people from those species. Perhaps she was strong enough to battle cats and wolves, maybe even vampires with the right weaponry, but she was too weak to fight dragons or bears, and he definitely couldn’t imagine her surviving a fight against an elf or a demon. “They are forced to shift quickly. I have heard that it causes them great pain… but then I suppose the death you wish to deal will hurt them worse… giving them to others to butcher in the name of science.”
She raised her eyes to his, narrowing them at the same time. He had offended her again, but this time he didn’t care. Fighting with honour in a battle was one thing. Both parties knew what to expect—death if they failed. Hunting prey for handing them over to others to study was another. The losing side was expecting death, not an agonising torture at the hands of scientists.
He curled his lip again.
She huffed. “I don’t do that… so get it out of your damned head. Archangel doesn’t slice and dice. It studies, but using modern technology. Scans… machines… bloodwork. That sort of thing.”
It didn’t make him change his opinion of this Archangel she was always quick to defend.
“You do not deny that you hand over some of your prey to them though.” He began walking again, heading back towards the fire.
She didn’t respond.
He wasn’t surprised.
She worked for people who made a business of hunting and studying creatures, and he suspected that what she had been told about those studies differed greatly from what really happened.
He led her back to the cave mouth and she placed the pail on the ground near the fire and sat on the furs without him asking her to make herself comfortable.
Loke wasn’t going to read into that either.
He kneeled on the black ground by the fire in the middle of the cave and focused on making their meal. She was silent the whole time, studying him. He stopped several times, on the verge of asking her what she was thinking, before continuing with his work.
She spoke once, during her meal when she mentioned that the meat tasted like beef. He still wasn’t sure what kind of animal beef was. He had taken the empty bowl from her and served himself some stew, and by the time he had gathered the courage to ask and risk her mocking him, she had fallen asleep.
Loke set the bowl down, rose to his feet and crossed the short stretch of ground between them. He kneeled beside her and canted his head as he studied her. She lay on her left side, her back to the wall of the cave, the firelight playing over her soft features and making her fair hair shimmer like gold.
What was it about this little female that drew him to her? She had spoken about strength of heart to him, her belief shining in her words for him to hear. Was emotional strength really a match for physical strength? Did it really make a mortal capable of mating with a strong immortal?
He didn’t believe that.
He brushed a rogue strand of golden hair from her face and settled the tips of his middle and index fingers against her temple. His eyes slipped shut and he breathed deeply and evenly as he focused on her.
Dragons had limited magic born of their connection to the earth and nature. Every generation born in Hell had weaker powers than the last. He was born of the generation before the final one to bear magic.
His magic was weak and he could only use it sparingly. It would drain him and leave him vulnerable for the next few hours, but he had no choice. He couldn’t risk her waking and attempting to escape.
He funnelled a little magic into her, enough to bind her sleep to his.
If she woke, he would too.
When he woke, she would.
It was safer this way.
He hadn’t lied to her. Beyond the cave were other dragons, ones who would live up to her fears.
Barbarians.
They wouldn’t treat her with respect as he did. They wouldn’t seek to take care of her. They wouldn’t want to protect her for no other reason than her safety meant something to them. They would only protect her because she would be theirs and dragons defended what they owned.
She would be nothing but a possession to them.
Loke stroked his fingers down her cheek.
What was she to him?
He wasn’t sure, but the longer he was around her, the more he was coming to fear he knew the reason why the thought of a prince of elves and a demon king finding their mate in a mortal female concerned him.
He had a feeling that their meeting on the battlefield had been more than chance.
It had been fate.

Find all the links, a fantastic 6 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/taken-by-a-dragon-paranormal-romance-novel.php

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Author Bio

Felicity Heaton
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Guest Blog & Giveaway: The Morrigan by Kennan Reid



UFI welcomes Author Kennan Reid. Thanks for Joining us!!

Interview with the Morrigan, aka Morrie Brandon

Throughout Celtic Mythology there have been warriors, heroes, and legends that have carved their names in the annals of lore; many among a cast of characters as long as it is impressive.  But few compare to the Queen of Magic and Mischief, the Goddess of War and Sex, the Morrigan.  She once graced the bloody battlefields of what is now Ireland and Scotland, tipping the outcome of war whichever way suited her whim and leaving behind a path of conquests both from her sword and her bed.  She was worshipped for her magic, her skill, her cunning and her body.
To introduce my new book, The Morrigan, first in the series, Damaged Deities, I’ll be interviewing the title character, also known by her human name, Morrie Brandon.

Kennan: Welcome, Morrie.  Please tell our readers a little about yourself.

Morrie:  My name is Morrie Brandon and I’m a horse trainer in Oklahoma.  Before that I ravaged the battlefields as a warrior goddess...I was kind of a badass.  Still a badass.  I have two sisters, Badb and Macha, who now go by Bev and Macy.  Bev is currently running from her Pict-turned-werewolf boyfriend and Macy is most likely starting World War III somewhere.

Kennan:  What took a legendary goddess of War to Oklahoma?

Morrie:  It has the fourth highest mortality in the country.  When you never age it helps that those around you die off quickly.

Kennan:  Wow.  Blunt as ever.

Morrie: *shrugs* I see no reason to be any other way.

Kennan: You’re living a more mortal life now, so what exactly caused you to retire from the world of the supernatural?

Morrie: *glares* While I’d rather not talk about that, let’s just say it was due to poor decision-making involving a lying god and a hot-headed Celt.

Kennan: Speaking of “hot-headed Celts” what can you tell us about Kade MacLeod?
This is where our guest exhibits an array of expressions from blustering to blushing...I think I’ve nit a nerve. 

Morrie:  What’s there to say about Kade that he wouldn’t already tell you himself? He’s certainly not shy of singing his own praises.  He’s your typical cocky Scot, only tall as a tower and strong as a mountain...with dimples and dark eyes... *blinks* He’s a stubborn ass.

Kennan: He told me to ask you about your “curious hands”...care to elaborate?

Morrie: Did he now?  No, I don’t care to elaborate, I’m sure he’s told you plenty already, insufferable man. 
Her eyes flash and the walls rumble with what sounds like thunder. 

Kennan:  Well, I think I’ll stop before you strike me with lightning or cut my head off--I’ve heard too many things about you.

Morrie: *grins* I’ve worked hard for my reputation.

Kennan: Any parting words for our readers?

Morrie: Yes! *points her finger* Always check the room before going to sleep.  You never know when you may find yourself in someone else’s bed and then he’ll never let you forget about it!
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Kennan Reid is an American writer from the San Francisco Bay Area where she lives with her husband in a house overrun with pets. Because she's always been a lucky little brat, her life has taken her all over the world from the hot, humid streets of Hong Kong and the crowded markets of Cairo, to the cobbles of Vienna and the ruins of Rome from where she has shamelessly stolen ideas and material for her stories.

She self-published her first young adult novel, Always Me, in September 2011.

Other Novels include Return to Arèthane and Prince of Arèthane.

For more information on Kennan who also writes as Kelly Riad visit:
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The Morrigan
Damaged Deities #1
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Morrie Brandon is the best horse trainer in Oklahoma, able to tame the wildest of beasts.  She's also the Celtic goddess of War and Sex, The Morrigan, abandoning her supernatural life for a simpler, more human one.

When Morrie is hired by a secretive Scottish family to capture a killer horse ravaging their Highlands manor, the past she has spent thousands of years running from calls her back.

Will Morrie learn from her past mistakes and embrace the bold goddess she truly is, or is it too late?
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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Promo: The Wicked City by Megan Morgan

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The Wicked City
Siren Song #1
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Whatever June Coffin says, goes—literally. And it’s not just because she’s a chain smoking rebel. As a Siren, June has the ability to force people to obey any command she voices. But in a world where those with supernatural powers quickly become lab rats for science, she’d rather look out for herself than fight on the front lines…until her similarly gifted twin brother, Jason, is captured by Chicago’s Institute of Supernatural Research.

 To save Jason, June has no choice but to enter a hidden world of conspiracy, murder—and strange bedfellows—including a widowed paranormal advocate whose memory June accidentally erased, and a fiery paranormal separatist leader. Soon the lines between attraction and strategic alliance become blurred. But in a city exploding with paranormal crossfire, and her brother’s life at stake, June will have to face her inner demons and finally take a stand.
 
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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Review: Breaking Sky by Cori McCarthy

Breaking Sky
Release Date: March 10, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
ISBN:   1492601411
ISBN13: 9781492601418
Genre: Young Adult/Dystopian
Review Copy Source: NetGalley
In this high-flying, adrenaline-fueled debut thriller, America's best hope is the elite teen fighter pilots of the United Star Academy

Chase Harcourt, call sign "Nyx," is one of only two pilots chosen to fly the experimental "Streaker" jets at the junior Air Force Academy in the year 2048. She's tough and impulsive with lightning-fast reactions, but few know the pain and loneliness of her past or the dark secret about her father. All anyone cares about is that Chase aces the upcoming Streaker trials, proving the prototype jet can knock the enemy out of the sky.

But as the world tilts toward war, Chase cracks open a military secret. There's a third Streaker jet, whose young hotshot pilot, Tristan, can match her on the ground and in the clouds. Chase doesn't play well with others, but to save her country she may just have to put her life in the hands of the competition.
The blurb for BREAKING SKY immediately drew me in.  The characters and the setting kept me reading. The final chapter had me wishing for me.

Chase aka Nyx is a teen fighter pilot in the United Star Academy and is one of the two lucky pilots chosen to fly a streaker. Nyx is head strong, impulsive, she takes risks left and right and she happens to be a really good pilot. She has a really hard time making friends and has a bit of a heart-breaker reputation at the academy. Her co-pilot, and best friend, Pippin is the perfect match for her. He helps keep her in check and is really good at what he does making what Nyx does possible.

The romance was something I was expecting, but I really enjoyed the way it played out. Tristan is just as good as Chase and I enjoyed reading about them flying together. We see a different side of Chase when she's with Tristan and he definitely makes her a better person and friend.

There is a ton of suspense in BREAKING SKY. The danger felt read and the action scenes had my heart pumping. McCarthy does a great job explaining everything from the world that the story takes place in to flying the jet, I felt like I was right there in the cockpit. I have no idea if BREAKING SKY will be part of a series, but I really enjoyed it and would love to read more about Nyx and her world. 

I gave it 4/5 stars

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Monday, March 16, 2015

Interview & Giveaway: Underworld Queen by Sharon Hamilton



UFI welcomes Author Sharon Hamilton. Thanks for Joining us!!

What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from looking on your bio or reading in another interview? 

I guess I’d say that I love the interaction with readers. When I first decided to write, I thought all my energy should be put into just the writing part. That’s true, and you do have to make sure you are learning, growing and getting better as a writer, but the most important thing to do is to grow your fan or reader base. Readers have divergent tastes. Some read everything under the sun from BDSM to sweet romances. Others are strictly paranormal, or military romantic suspense. The NA category is what we used to call the ChickLit. These readers were always there. Just because we don’t call it that anymore doesn’t mean the readers have gone away. Readers are reading a variety of genres now. With the new explosion of new titles on all the devices, they now can get just about everything. Caribou shape shifters? Bear weres? LOL.

So I didn’t realize that all my past experience in business has actually been a good training ground for me being a writer. What was perhaps something that was encouraged but not required (social media presence) is now more important in some cases than the genre, or stories themselves.

Now we’re writers, but we create these big media events around our books, where readers can come and have a lot more facetime than what used to happen ten or twenty years ago. I do enjoy this part of the business.

What do you enjoy doing on your down time? 

I am an avid organic gardener. Where I live, in beautiful Sonoma County, California, I can have a garden nearly year-round. I also like to quilt, although am not the expert at that like I am with the gardening. We live within a half hour to about 200 wineries, and doing wine tours is also fun (when we have someone to drive us).

What is your Favorite part of writing? 

That first spark between the hero and heroine, when they first begin to wake up to the fact that there is an attraction there, with or without an attitude trying to mask it (that can be fun) or denial. Seeing them get closer, and closer, perhaps separate and find each other again, that is what I love to read and write.

Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write? 

Only that I work best all alone, or in an area where I can listen to music with my headphones. I also do best in the beginning of the day, or late at night, mostly again because there’s complete quiet.  If I’m on a deadline, I can write until I get tired, go to bed for a couple of hours, wake up, doing this 2-3 times so I can get an extra 2-3 “mornings” out of my day. You can’t do this for more than a few days, but it works for me in a pinch. I like writing intensely like that. Like Bikram Yoga, where they turn up the heat and you sweat while you work out.

What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Genres? 

My first loves were Nailini Singh and Kressley Cole. I’ve read Anne Rice for years, her early ones, and those haunting books still call to me on occasion. Tina Folsom has been a good friend and I enjoy her vampire series. Lara Adrian is another favorite author of mine. But I have to say I love J.R. Ward the best today. I love her dialogue, especially on some of her great audio books read by male narrators (I always prefer male narrators for UF and Paranormal).

How would you pitch the Guardians Series to someone who has not heard of it before? 

Newsflash:  Director gets knocked up and fears expulsion from the Underworld or death.

One of my themes in the so-far 3-book series, The Guardians, is this:

Heaven isn’t 100% perfect by design. The Underworld isn’t 100% evil by accident.

My Underworld could be found in Washington, for instance. Anywhere there’s an enormous about of huberous in advance of any evidence of talent. Oops, is my bias showing?

The highest form of power is that earned, not demanded or commanded. Earned loyalty and difficult choices. In a way, in my series, the human world is the breeding ground and the proving ground of all the theories of Heaven or the Underworld. It’s where the action really is.

Can you tell us a little bit about the world that the Guardians Series is set in? 

My Guardians are charged with saving humans from giving up their souls. I have them preyed upon by dark angels, who convince them a forever life of sex and fun is way better than nothing, or nothing and a chance of nothing else.

The guardian isn’t allowed to really interfere with a human’s life like a dark angel does, so each side has their strengths and weaknesses.

Audray, my heroine, wanted the power of the leadership, but when she meets the love of her life, and she discovers she’s pregnant, her better self, her self that knows right from wrong, is beginning to grow along with the child.

I threw in some witches and half witches, dark angel minions, and black fire-belching dragon-type dark angel creatures. I have a snake hail and powers to transform humans to mice and frogs. I really had fun with this book, and had some characters I’d never used before. The audio book was outstanding, performed by my talented narrator, J.D. Hart. You should hear his witch voice!!

Do you have a favorite scene in Underworld Queen ?

Although a minor character, Drucilla, the witch is one of my favorites and here’s a scene when she is speaking with her granddaughter’s (Molly is a ½ witch) new lover, a  college professor named Carl. The hero and heroine in this excerpt are in it as well, but have minor roles here.

Carl looked around the room, clearly uneasy with his situation. Molly leaned over and took his hand. With a sweet smile, she tried to reassure him. “Sweetheart, you’re going to have to get used to my family. We are a bit eccentric.”
Carl was going to say something, but the big white fluffy cat jumped into his lap and he spilled his teacup, which had been balanced on his knees.
“Off! You are the devil himself!” Drucilla screeched at the cat, who found a patch of rug in the sunlight to hunker down on. The cat looked back as if unmoved by the event.
Carl stood, exposing a dark stain of spilled tea, front and center on his jeans in the groin area. He cursed.
“Not in my house!” Drucilla screamed. “You will not defile this holy place with obscenities.” Drucilla glanced at Jonas and Audray adding, “There are times for those kinds of words, and times when they are not appropriate.” She turned around and addressed Carl again. “Since we’re not having sex, I don’t want to hear you say the f-word, understood?”
Everyone but Carl laughed. Carl put his hands on his hips and hung his head.
“If you can’t stand the heat, boy, better get out of the kitchen,” Drucilla needled him further. Audray began to feel sorry for the young professor.
“Look, you old bag,” Carl began, drawing strength as he continued, “I think your manners are horrible. I was raised to have more respect for others.” Carl’s breathing was ragged, his face red. He looked like he was could punch Drucilla if she said something else he didn’t like.
“Ah, there’s hope!” Drucilla sauntered up to Carl, extricating the tea cup from his hands, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. “It’s been a whole twenty-four hours since I’ve been called that.” She rushed to the kitchen and brought back a jar containing another mouse. The top was covered with netting, secured by a blue ribbon tied in a bow. The little mouse inside stood on his hind legs, paws pressed against the glass, sniffing and looking at Carl. “Molly,” she began, but she remained focused on Carl’s face, “Your cousin Tremaine called me the very same thing yesterday, so I’ve given him a time out.”
Carl’s eyes got big as saucers.
“Now, son,” the old witch said as she thrust the jar into Carl’s quivering hands, “call me that name again.” Audray noticed through her sickly smile that all of her teeth had returned to her head. But this time, instead of sparkling white, they were pearlescent yellow.
Carl looked at Tremaine through the glass jar and began, “Holy sh…Holy succotash.” He stopped and took a deep breath. Composing himself carefully, he spat back, “Not only are you an old bag, but you are a heartless old bag.” He held the jar up in the air. Tremaine shit a green liquid that started to pool at the bottom of the jar. “You vile woman, hurting members of your own family. You should be ashamed of yourself.” As an afterthought, Carl held out the jar. “You should apologize to this little fellow here, and set him free. Or should I?”
Drucilla smiled from ear to ear. “Ah, I do love a man in uniform.”
Silence descended on the room. Audray didn’t know what was going to happen next.
“Go ahead, release him. If the cat doesn’t get him, he’s free.” Drucilla had folded her arms in front of her.
Everyone watched as Carl loosened the top and poured Tremaine out onto the rug. The little figure made a beeline for the mouse hole Tabitha had disappeared into.
“When are you going to release him?” Carl asked.
“You just did, my boy. He’s gone home to Tabby. They have a nest of little squeakers that keep me up all night long.” She smiled again and patted his shoulder. “Good job, son. You don’t think I would really turn a member of my family into a mouse, do you? Although, I must say, I don’t mind that you think so.” 

Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about? What about the hardest to write about? 

I can’t say that happens to me. I fall in love with each hero I’m writing about. If I don’t feel passionate hat way, I can’t write him.

Sometimes scenes where this beautiful, perfect couple is dashed to bits because of a misunderstanding or some event that they didn’t anticipate, those can take a toll on me. I hate hurting them like that sometimes. It always works out in the end, of course, but I’ve cried at coffee shops and had people walk up to me and ask if I needed a hug. LOL.

What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you? 

I have a hybrid paranormal coming out in the late summer, two other Navy SEAL romances this spring and summer, and probably Book 3 in the Golden Vampires of Tuiscany series in the fall/early winter. I also have a time travel, and a futuristic romance calling to me, not in any of my three current series.
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Sharon’s NYT and USA Today bestselling novels are almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love. This series continues with book 8, SEAL's Promise, which will release November 11, 2014. All of her SEAL Brotherhood Series are available in audio book. She has maintained an Amazon top 100 author status in Romantic Suspense for since the end of 2012.

Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground, and can walk around in the full light of the sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series, has earned the Amazon designation of #1 Gothic Romance. It and Book 2 in the series, Mortal Bite are both available on audio as well.

Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.

Sharon lives in Sonoma County, California, with her husband and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers.
"True Love Heals in the Gardens of the Heart"

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Underworld Queen
The Guardians #3
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Audray has just assumed the title as first-ever Queen of the Underworld.

As she attempts to consolidate her rule, characters from the past threaten to destroy her and the love she shares with Jonas Starling, a 300-year old dark angel. When she discovers she has been the recipient of a miracle, suddenly their whole immortal lives are changed forever.

Will they survive the coming war or get snagged in the power struggle over not only the underworld, but the human world as well?

Book Trailer:  http://youtu.be/AmvCeqr3QDU
 
Excerpt:  Jonas Starling, Hero 

The charred remains of the executed dark angel smelled like the soil at a slaughterhouse Jonas had seen as a child. It was disgusting then, and it was even more disgusting now, as his black boots trudged through the crispy black flakes, kicking up a fine dark-grey dust that got lodged in his nostrils. He forced a sneeze to clear himself out, but was rewarded with a whirlwind of fine particles—the remains of the dark angel who had come to meet him. Jonas had not told Audray everything about his past and this now festered like a splinter under the nail of  his moral code. He might have to reveal things he’d hoped he could bury forever, along with the story of his youthful love and her family who had died, partially because of who he’d become.

He had to see for himself what was left of the fellow. He found a melted silver medallion, like a large dollop of shiny wax, still attached to the grape wreath silver chain some of his ancestors wore when Jonas was a boy. He couldn’t make out any indentation or markings as he cleaned the smooth surface from the black grit of death. It reflected back his distorted face.

Although already dead, Jonas had begun to cherish his afterlife as an immortal dark angel. His relationship with the new Director made him feel strangely alive for the first time since becoming immortal some three hundred years ago.  After his disastrous years at Court, where he’d been conscripted into doing despicable things, he’d slipped aboard a vessel bound for the Caribbean, and set up a new life on several of the islands there, until he’d been discovered and then took the only option available to him as a last resort: join the Underworld as a dark angel.

It had been a long three hundred years, and he’d considered ending himself in a true death. Until recently, he’d wondered if he could tolerate living forever. But finding Audray had changed everything and opened up a brand new bright future for Jonas. She was every bit his equal, in intelligence and strength of character. Her desires in the bedroom also matched his perfectly. If he could have a thousand nights with different women or one night with her, he would take her anytime. He’d thought of himself as completely dark and brooding. But these past few weeks he was beginning to feel the warm afterglow of—could it be—love?
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