Share the Love Blog Hop!

Friday, January 31, 2014

Are you ready to win some AWESOME books? Today I am participating in the "Share the Love" Giveaway Hop hosted by Herding Cats & Burning Soup! For fun, I am giving the gift of new friends to 6 other authors, and introducing you, the readers, to some fantastic books! Please surprise these authors with a like on their facebook page or a blog follow! The winner of my "Share the Love" Giveaway Hop will receive (via an Amazon gift) a copy of 1 ebook by each of these authors, including a copy of my novel Chasing the Star Garden, as my gift to you!

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SteamU; Walk the World of The Dark Victorian by Elizabeth Watasin

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Dear Students,

I am very pleased to welcome Elizabeth Watasin to SteamU today. Author of The Dark Victorian series and the Elle Black Penny Dreads, SteamU Professor Watasin paints a vivid picture of an alternative 1880. Her stories are richly detailed, sure to please steampunk connoisseurs and book addicts (often the same group) alike! In short excerpt provided below, we get a taste of her writing. It is an intriguing, delicious feast for the senses. Read on, students, read on!

Today’s Lecture by SteamU Professor: Elizabeth Watasin

Author of: The Dark Victorian series and the Elle Black Penny Dreads

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Author Elizabeth Watasin

About the Author:

Elizabeth Watasin is the acclaimed author of the Gothic steampunk series The Dark Victorian, The Elle Black Penny Dreads, and the creator/artist of the indie comics series Charm School, which was nominated for a Gaylactic Spectrum Award. A twenty year veteran of animation and comics, her credits include thirteen feature films, such as Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, The Lion King, and The Princess and the Frog, and writing for Disney Adventures magazine. She lives in Los Angeles with her black cat named Draw, busy bringing readers uncanny heroines in shilling shockers, epic fantasy adventures, and paranormal detective tales.

Today’s Lecture:

Walk the World of The Dark Victorian; Getting to know the world of Artifice, agent of the Secret Commission

Excerpt from Dark Victorian: Bones

 by Elizabeth Watasin
THE year is 1880, and in a mechanical and supernatural London, criminals are resurrected without memories in order to fight evil. One such newly risen agent of HRH’s Secret Commission is Artifice, an artificial ghost, six-foot tall strongwoman, and Quaker. Art is only six days living when she’s assigned her second case, pursuing a black arts surgeon ripping out the bones of the poor. Yet even as she works with her senior partner, Jim Dastard, the animated skull, Art relearns life in the squalid depths and singular wonders of her city.
Here, in this excerpt from Dark Victorian: Bones, Art visits the Royal Aquarium Exposition Palace and Pleasure Gardens for the first time, where a certain notorious journalist and the object of Art’s affections, Lady Helia Skycourt, resides.

As she had at Billingsgate, Art faced a massive space inside the Royal Aquarium, stretched high and wide and topped by arching glass and iron. The sounds of milling people echoed upon the columns and walls, and Art perceived an underlining hum of excitement. Above, palm trees stretched three stories to the iron arches. Art saw dust-speckled sunbeams shine down from a great glass dome in the distance. Dirigibles hung in the serene illumination.

She stepped farther into the arcade proper and strolled to where the great, blue tanks stood. As she did so, people who noticed her hurried out of her way.

The thick glass of the tanks stretched sixteen feet high. At their bases were brass railings against which visitors leaned. A large plaque explained the water replenishing and circulation system. To the arcade’s left, the great tanks had floating balls, hoops, and swings suspended above the water. Here, performers took turns diving and executing aquatic tricks. Spectators crowded the glass and watched every twist and turn of the scantily clad swimmers. The sole female diver swam close to the glass, her dark hair waving, and smiled for the crowd.

“Once more! Once more!” a group of women cried, waving their handkerchiefs to a tall, well-muscled male diver standing upon a swing. He jumped and smoothly dived in, to their vocal appreciation. To Art, the women’s accents sounded American, and she smiled at their brazen manner as they tittered to each other.

Provocative performers did not hold Art’s interest long. She turned to look at the tanks to the right, where fronds of sea fauna waved as colourful fish swam and darted. Many were very small, but Art saw giant sturgeon glide slowly by, longer than the length of her arms. Their tiny eyes stared from the sides of their heads, and she looked back with longing.

Art nearly bumped into young sailors who were consulting their small guidebooks while studying a tank. The aquarium glass had a notice fixed to it, declaring that the huge tank held a giant clam, lobster, and crab, though Art could not perceive of any such animals hiding within the sand and sea grass. Girls in straw hats quickly passed her carrying a pictorial foldout map. She had the sudden desire to purchase a souvenir guide herself, for she felt there was far more that she could learn and discover than by merely viewing exhibits and reading plaques.

Such visitors were so absorbed in where they wanted to go and what they wanted to see, that Art as a supernatural presence hardly registered to their awarenesses. But any who might turn after watching the acrobatic divers or the darting fish stared in either surprise or terror at her. Some hurried away, urging their spouses, friends, or children to follow. Their viewing spaces before the glass filled again with spectators who paid no heed. She saw schoolchildren approach and moved to walk to the left side, causing more people to notice her and press back in alarm.

Charity school girls, aged six to ten, in their blue dresses, pinafores, and bonnets, walked hand in hand in two rows. Their teacher came to an abrupt stop and paled at the sight of Art.

“Children, hold your buttons!” the teacher said. “Do so, now!”

When the girls saw their teacher clutch one of the buttons of her dress’s chest front, they did the same, reaching inside their pinafores. Art looked at their large eyes as they stared up at her and her heart ached. To hold a button meant they were protecting themselves from an omen of death.

“Be not afraid,” she said to them gently. “Thee will grow.” She said this to each child she passed. She did not look back so as not to alarm them further.

As she approached the end of the row of tanks, she saw country folk in their best, holiday dress. They had brought their picnic baskets, and finding ledges and benches to rest upon, sat with their paper- wrapped meat-and-mustard sandwiches and watched the crowd. When spying Art, they chose not to flee, but stared wide-eyed with food in their mouths. Retreating at the sight of her would mean having to repack all their utensils and provisions. Therefore, they sat still and in amazement, even as she drew near and strolled on.

She entered sunlight and the great dome proper. Replica airships, balloons, and other flying contraptions from various British, German, and American manufacturers hung suspended high above her head. Art looked up at the impressively large dirigibles and smiled in wonder.

In the area of the pavilions, amid presenters and salesmen ready to discuss air flight, she saw the other exotic characters English folk gaped at. Tall Africans in ornate kaftans strolled, pointing and loudly discussing the various models above. Bearded Indian men in turbans and silk walked solemnly with hands clasped behind their backs. Art saw Asian men in dusty coats, their unruly hair long and tied back, seated at a café patio table. One dozed against his folded arms.

Building façades lined the sides of the exhibition space and housed cafés for coffee and tea. Other storefronts held souvenirs, imported sundries, and newsagents who carried papers in different languages. Art saw that some façades were fanciful representations of the great Empires, including those of Germany, Russia, and Japan. Beside the cafés, leisure areas were hidden behind planters and small palms. There, loungers sat in wicker chairs around gently cascading fountains and smoked, read, or played chess.

She walked farther. She came upon a French restaurant with an ironworks entrance of twisting vines, berries, and female figures. The patio held mosaic-topped tables, delicate, wrought-iron chairs, and an oxygenated glass tank, bubbling and filled with living crawfish. A server fished out a few on to a plate and hurried inside. Art admired the allegorical females painted on the restaurant’s colourful signboard. Amid the aromas of cream-rich haute cuisine and poured wine, diners amicably chatted.

But it was a spicier scent, enticingly aromatic and heavy with fresh herbs that caught her attention. Somehow she knew what the fragrance was, mixed with the scents of steamed rice, mango, coconut milk, and chicken; it was Indian curry. Art looked towards the crowded patio of a café at the other end of the pavilions area. The long café façade was ivory-white with gracefully ornate Indo-Saracenic arches and slim columns. Airship models with the crest of ‘Skycourt’ floated high above them. Art strolled towards the Blue Vanda.

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Cover Reveal: Artist's Touch by Kerry Adrienne

Thursday, January 23, 2014


Title: Artist’s Touch 
Author: Kerry Adrienne
Series: The Guild 
Genre: M/M Contemporary Erotic Romance 
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Release Date: Coming this Spring!!!!
Blurb/Synopsis:  (Character Blurbs)
Every celebrity on the planet dreams of having their portrait done by Kenon Alavi, master painter and confirmed bachelor. Many a starlet has tried to get into his bed, but Kenon secretly prefers firm to soft, and sates his desires with the boyfriends and lovers of the women he paints, enjoying the diversity of many lovers, but no love or attachments. Relationships always get messy, then someone gets screwed. In a bad way.
Wallace Harte bartends at a small bar in the city. Three years after graduating summa cum laude from Columbia University with intentions of writing the great American novel, he has no motivation, no direction. His English degree isn’t helping him land a job, and working at a bar is the closest he’s gotten to being the second coming of Faulkner.  

Repped by the fabulous Marisa Corvisiero with the Corvisiero Literary Agency.
Kerry loves history and spends large amounts of time wondering about people who lived and walked on Earth in the past. She’s a mom to three daughters, six cats, and various small animals. Her husband says she’s a marketer’s dream, as she often believes everything she hears—at least initially. Her shoe horde will attest to her fine shopping skills.
In addition to writing, she’s a college instructor, costumer, MFA candidate at Seton Hill University, Senior Editor for Decadent Publishing, and freelance editor.
Her new love is her Mini Cooper Convertible, Sheldon, and they have already gone on many adventures.

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SteamU; Guest Blog by Evelyn Ink, Author of Silver Tongue

Dear Students,

I am very pleased to welcome author Evelyn Ink back to SteamU. SteamU Professor Ink's new release, Silver Tongue, is a thrilling follow-up to her first novel, Ill-fated. Today Ms. Ink's characters give us a little insight into their world through the exchange of letters. I'm sure you'll enjoy these as much as I did.

Silver Tongue, Novel Blurb:

As the ice melts on Pearl Lake and the first frost blossom pushes its way up through the snow, a letter arrives. It is a request from the royal family; Belin is to spend the summer in Casterwick. Not just a week or two stuck in court, but the entire summer! Belin Vaulatrix is, as her mother puts it, “The only daughter of prominence who has been invited.” As the realization of what this means begins to sink in, Belin has no choice but to make her escape. The entire country will have to grow walls before she is going to marry that fat, dullard of a boy Edmon Casterwick!

However, in a country on the verge of civil war, plagued with a series of mysterious disappearances, she might just find herself on an adventure she does not expect…

For deep in the tunnels and passages of the Grendel mines there is a secret waiting to be uncovered – a mysterious weapon left behind and long forgotten. An army is forming, the country is dividing, and a terrible weapon is about to be unleashed on the innocent.

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Today’s Lecture by SteamU Professor: Evelyn Ink

Author of: Silver Tongue

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Getting to know the world of Belin Vaulatrix:

Letters to and from Belin and her Cousin Chloe
Letter from Chloe Sedgemoor to Belin Vaulatrix,
12th day in the Month of Gales
My Darling Cousin Belin,
I cannot tell you how much I miss you just now! Things are quite insane around here. The horrid Forwraths have been with us almost a full week and you can’t believe how absolutely riled Shevia’s beastly mother is. Apparently Lady Lacinda was entirely convinced that Edmon was going to choose the ill-tempered Shevia to marry! Of course for your sake, darling, I wish he had, as she is quite horrible and just what he deserves.
            That aside, the entire conversation was incredibly amusing, La-de-da Lacinda was in an utter rage, apparently it was their hope to get in good with King Larken the Large and swing the vote. You know how knocked off all the Lords, Dukes, and Drears are about the whole ‘more land to the poor thing’ Old King Larken’s got going. Father thinks we’re on the edge of a revolution or something, sounds exciting! Can you imagine the Families battling it out???
            Course your family and mine are just enlightened enough to know we ought not live off the peasants and trounce on the poor, so of course we’ll side with the King, but I know for certain the Forwraths and the Bolthorns are all in a terrible vex! Shevia dropped that they are doubling their guard! That’s like a small army. It is absolute madness out here, darling. Luckily you’re tucked up away from everyone safe in the mountains, though not for long of course… Sorry love.
            Anyway, I’m going to try and get a royal invitation this summer– just you see if I don’t! And I’ll bet if you pout a bit, Edmon the Sulky will send one out to me straight away. Either way I will be at your betrothal ball (gag) I'm sorry to even say those words– whatever are you going to do? Can you quite honestly go through with this?
            All of my love,
P.S. Your Mother told my mother, who then told Lady Lacinda (but I overheard) that you have been spending too much time with that ridiculously good looking Sentry-boy (wink wink) Sender is it? Anyway she said you shouldn't be "forming bonds below your station." Ha! Well Done Darling!
 Letter from Belin Vaulatrix to Chloe Sedgemoor
29th day in the Month of Gales
 Dearest Chloe,
There will be no betrothal ball! I have no intention of going through with this horrible marriage, the entire country of Shalendorf will have to grow walls before I marry that fat, dull, sausage of a boy!
            Right. So… that said, I haven't quite figured out what to do. I'm thinking Southland. You know my cousin Leila, the one who went on the quest? She survived it and said loads of people live there just fine. But how does one get there exactly? I could take a boat I suppose or, even better, a sky ship! Gale cutters fly out of Starksbastion don't they? Well, as you can see I haven't quite got it all figured out yet…
            Bleak Bones Darling! Have you heard about all the missing children? Our parlormaid went missing last week! Just gone– POOF No Lydia! Not to mention two other children who worked in Ivorydeep disappeared as well! What can be happening? Father thinks it might be drudge hunters, you know like they have in Southland? Those horrid people who steal children and sell them as slaves! Edgil says it is hired knives and they're using the children to make an army? I told him that was the stupidest thing I had ever heard, but then Sender said that horses and weapons are going missing too!
            Anyway, I don't know what to do now– Croak Bones! Sneaking out of the country when everything is so chaotic seems like it might not be the best idea. Oh and Sender gave me a knife. A knife? What kind of lousy gift is that? I was hoping for something a bit more romantic since we will likely be parted FOREVER! I don't understand boys at all.
            Drat Cats! Mother is coming. I must seal the envelope before she insists upon reading this. Missing you so!
            Your cousin,

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BTS Blitz! Shielding Her Heart by Cheryl Yeko

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Title: Shielding Her Heart
Author: Cheryl Yeko
Series:  Milwaukee Series  (Last in a 3-book series: Protecting Rose/A Man to Trust/Shielding Her Heart)
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Release Date: Jan 8 2014
Edition/Format Available In:  eBook

The woman Rick Smyth desires has shut him out of her life after being brutally beaten in her own home. But as a new threat arises, Sheila now turns to him for protection.
This time, not only does he vow to keep her safe, but he’s determined to win her heart as well.
The woman he desires shut him out of her life after being attacked in her home. When she's threatened by a stalker he steps back in to protect her. Only this time, he’s determined to win her heart.

Cheryl Yeko is an award-winning author, and lives in Wisconsin with her husband Patrick. She loves to read, play piano, and spend time with family and friends. She enjoys novels with fast-paced action and steamy romance, protective alpha men and strong heroines. She belongs to several writing groups, and is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), as well as the Wisconsin Chapter.

Cheryl is also an Acquisitions Editor for Soul Mate Publishing. As an Editor, she welcomes Romantic Suspense, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Contemporary, and Erotica.
Cheryl is thrilled to be able to add author/editor to her resume and would love to hear comments from readers.

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Pre-Release Blitz! Fairy, Texas by Margo Bond Collins

Genre: YA Fantasy
Content/Theme(s): Romance/Mystery
Release Date: February 5, 2014
Publisher: Solstice Shadows Publishing

Fairy, Texas. A small town like any other.

Laney Harris didn't want to live there. When her mother remarried and moved them to a town where a date meant hanging out at the Sonic, Laney figured that "boring" would have a whole new meaning. A new stepsister who despised her and a high school where she was the only topic of gossip were bad enough. But when she met the school counselor (and his terminal bad breath), she grew suspicious. Especially since he had wings that only she could see. And then there were Josh and Mason, two gorgeous glimmering-eyed classmates whose interest in her might not be for the reasons she hoped. Not to mention that dead guy she nearly tripped over in gym class.

She was right. Boring took on an entirely new dimension in Fairy, Texas.


Fairy High could have fit into one wing of my old school. The three-story, red brick building looked like it had been around for at least a century—it actually had carvings over two of the doorways that read “Men’s Entrance” and “Women’s Entrance.” I was glad to see that none of the kids paid any attention to those instructions.
            “Counselor’s office,” I muttered to myself. At least I wasn’t starting in the middle of a term—though given the fact that there were fewer than 500 students in the entire high school, I didn’t think I was going to be able to go unnoticed, even in the general bustle of the first day back from summer vacation.
            I walked through the door marked “Men’s Entrance,” just be contrary, and faced a long hallway lined with heavy wooden doors. The spaces in between the doors were filled with lockers and marble staircases with ornate hand-rails flanked each end of the long hallway. Students poured in behind me, calling out greetings to each other and jostling me off to the side while I tried to get my bearings. None of the doors obviously led to a main office; I was going to have to walk the entire length of the hallway. And people were already starting to stare and whisper.
            God. I hated being the new kid.
            I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I made it halfway down the hall without seeing anything informative—all the doors had numbers over them and many of them had name plaques, but neither of those things did me any good since I didn’t know the name or office number for the counselor. I was almost getting desperate enough to ask Kayla, but of course she was nowhere to be seen.
            I turned back from scanning the halls for her and caught sight of the first adult I’d seen—and almost screamed. As it was, I gasped loudly enough for a guy walking past me to do a double take. The man standing in the open doorway was tall, over six feet, and way skinny—so emaciated that it looked like you ought to be able to see his ribs through his shirt, if his shirt didn’t hang so loosely on him. He had white hair that stuck out in tufts, thin lips, a sharp nose, and pale blue eyes that narrowed as he watched the kids walk past—and all the kids gave him a wide berth without even seeming to notice that they did so. He stood in an empty circle while students streamed around him in the crowded hallway.
            But none of that was what made me almost scream.
            For a moment, just as I’d turned toward him, I could have sworn that I’d seen the shadow of two huge, black, leathery wings stretched out behind him.

Margo Bond Collins is the author of a number of novels, including Waking Up Dead, Fairy, Texas, and Legally Undead (forthcoming in 2014). She lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, and several spoiled pets. She teaches college-level English courses online, though writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading urban fantasy and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about vampires, ghosts, zombies, werewolves, and other monsters.

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Happy Birthday Lord Byron! Birthday Giveaway!

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Happy Birthday Lord Byron!
The historical George Gordon, Lord Byron was born on January 22, 1788. I am celebrating his birthday week with a giveaway! Readers of Chasing the Star Garden know that Lord Byron plays an important, though a bit of a background role, in the first novel of The Airship Racing Chronicles. In book II, Chasing the Green Fairy, which releases March 4th, Byron plays a much bigger part. To celebrate his birthday, I wanted to talk about why I chose Byron as a central figure in my book.

Mad, bad, and dangerous to know. That is how Lady Caroline Lamb described the historical George Gordon, Lord Byron. When I decided to write a steampunk series, I knew that I wanted Lord Byron to be a central figure in my work. Byron was a rock star of his age. And honestly, if I can be all fan girl for a minute, he is pretty darned cute. When I set about creating my steampunk world, I didn’t want Queen Victoria or Tesla to be the sun in my solar system, I wanted Byron.
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Given I can barely understand the man I’ve married, I knew I could not write from a man’s consciousness. Byron could not be my protagonist. Instead, I decided I would write from the perspective of one of Byron’s lovers. Lord Byron was infamous for his sexual appetites. In fact, he went into self-imposed exile to flee possible persecution and damage to his reputation for his bisexuality. I imagined that being in love with Byron would be a lot like being in love with any man you can’t quite tie down . . . thrilling and unfulfilling all at one. What kind of woman would be with Byron?

The Scandalous Adventures of Lord Byron with Rupert Everett
In walked the concept for Lily Stargazer. I wanted Lily to be a less than perfect character. I wanted her to have anti-hero qualities: questionable morality, cynicism, a self-destructive energy, a rebellious nature, and questionable sexual appetites. In other words, I wanted her to be a Byronic heroine!  The term Byronic hero, as we know, is inspired by the attitude cultivated from the historical Lord Byron himself. Oh, the “Byrony.”

The irony for me was that I didn’t even really think about the fact that she was Byronic. I just wanted to write a character that was true to the dark, crappy sides of life. There is a tremendous body of literature on the indenturing of children during the Industrial Revolution in England. Children suffered in horrible working conditions that are akin to slavery. I wanted to write about a woman who suffered at the hands of others and did not bounce back
Children in Victorian England

Despite her terrible past, as revealed in the novel through flashbacks, I envisioned Lily Stargazer as a woman who accidently found herself in a profession that was typically male dominated: as an airship pilot. And I wanted Lily to be good at what she did, really good. In fact, I wanted to punk the norms of 1823 (and today, really) and make Lily the best at a male-dominated sport. Take that, male sports. Lily Stargazer, an airship racer with a famous lover and an opium addiction, was born.
Over the course of the next 3 (maybe 4) books, we will journey with Lily as she adventures on a path toward self-discovery. Who she is, her identity, is a quest that is desperately important for her, and one she is not 100% aware she's undergoing. Lily has been told who she is, has been defined by others, all her life. I don't think Lily ever had a moment to think clearly about who she wants to be. Over the course of the series, she'll figure it out, and Lord Byron's influence touches her in ways she could neither anticipate nor understand.

In Chasing the Green Fairy, Lily states:

"But I should have realized, trusted my instincts, which told me that my chance meeting with Byron would completely redirect the course of my life."

So today, I want to celebrate the "other" man in my life, Lord Byron, with a little birthday giveaway in honor of his birthday! I'm sure he would appreciate the attention :) Good luck in the giveaway and Happy Birthday, Lord B!

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Book Blitz! Keep Breathing by Alexia Purdy

Friday, January 17, 2014

Title: Keep Breathing
Author: Alexia Purdy
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Adult
Publisher: Lyrical Lit. Press
Release Date: January 15 2014


Seth Kingston is back in town with years of regrets. Regrets for the way he left things with Penny, the hurt he caused her, and the future they could have had together. He had his reasons and now all he wants is to make amends and have a second chance at love.
But Penny wants no part of what he’s offering. She’s accepted that life is hard, love is an illusion, and you can’t trust men. Especially men named Seth Kingston. And yet… he’s so tender with her. He’s patient, and caring.

Is it possible that he’s changed? Can they really try again?

The past has a tendency to embed its vicious talons deep into a heart, never to let go again. Penny has enough tragedy to last lifetimes and isn’t willing to let anyone scale her walls.

Can real love survive anything, even an unforgiving past?

Alexia currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada–Sin City! She loves to spend every free moment writing or playing with her four rambunctious kids. Writing has always been her dream and she has been writing ever since she can remember. She loves writing paranormal fantasy and poetry and devours books daily. Alexia also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food.

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