ravenela: (Troi/Riker)
Here it is...the Star Trek babbling I promised you. You're very excited; I can tell. And if you're looking for an in-depth review, you won't find it here.

Movie ramblings... )

In other Trek news, hubby and I have made it to Enterprise...and we're not sure what to think.

First of all, what's up with the power ballad theme song?

Moving on, it makes for an interesting prequel, but it feels...angstier. I wasn't sure about Hoshi, what with the whining in the beginning, but she's growing on me. Tripp and T'Pol continue to grate, but I'm willing to give them time to mellow.

Love the doctor on this one (and it's not only because hubby and I met him in person. In fact, hubby held his arm so his wife could spray him with cologne. It was a weird panel.)

I think we have two seasons left on this one. Please tell me the dog makes it out alive.

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I've also signed up for another month of #WriteMotivation. This month, my goals are:

1) Complete at least four chapters of the WHITE SPIRIT revision.

2) Work on it every day.

3) Start researching trolls for my YA, MAYBERRY WITH MONSTERS (working title).

Let's do this!

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Also, I finished up my Summer Reading series of posts on Friday. If you missed any of the authors, here's a comprehensive list:

Alexandra Christian, paranormal erotic romance
Zillah Anderson, young adult
Berengaria Brown, m/m romance
Selah Janel, horror and urban fantasy
Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks, paranormal erotic romance
Tyffani Clark Kemp, urban fantasy and paranormal romance
ravenela: (Nick reading - BM_Shipper)
Today, we've reached the end of Summer Reading. I hope you've found something you'd like to spend time on a beach blanket with.

For our final installment, we find out what two vampires have in their summer plans.

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It’s that time of year again, ladies and gents. Time for bathing in the sun, splashing in the pool and bummin’ at the beach. It’s my personal favorite time of year—SUMMER! The sticky air and warm summer breezes just seem to heighten our senses. We’re more passionate about everything! And that goes for our friends in the paranormal realm as well. Today I’m talking to two of my vampire characters, Andre de Beaumanoir from the Strange Bedfellows series and Seth from Sanguine Kiss, about their plans for this summer.

Lexxx: Hey boys! I see you have your sunglasses on and are ready for the summertime.

Andre: This heat is dreadful. I would only come out for you, cheri. Begins fanning himself furiously with his hand.

Lexxx: Yes, I’m surprised that vampires would be willing to meet up for an interview on such a sunny day.

Seth: Looking haughty. Well if you remember, dear one, I was born in the Egyptian desert. Heat doesn’t bother me. In fact, I crave a little heat from time to time. Wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at Lexxx.

Andre: Oh for Gods’ sake…

Lexxx: Blushing from head to toe. Uhm… so what do you two plan to do on your summer vacation? Any exciting plans?

Andre: Well, I’m in the middle of a project with you, cheri! Strange Bedfellows 3 is in the works and should be ready by autumn. I’ll be fighting a necromancer and saving the day, of course. And then, perhaps I’ll take a bit of vacation. I hear the mountains are beautiful this time of year. And cave diving is definitely a sport for vampires. Stretches, showing off his impressive, if a bit pale, physique.

Lexxx: Leaning in conspiratorially, If you need a traveling companion…

Seth: Ahem… I believe that Lexxx is also working with ME on something new. Pulling Lexxx in closely. And it will be to die for.

Lexxx: Breathing deeply, unable to look away from the vampire. Uh… well… we all know what I will be doing this summer. Apparently writing is in my immediate future, however, Seth… any vacation plans?

Seth: I intend to dine in some of the best destinations around the world. Smiling toothily.

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And on that note, I ran for my life. In your beach bags this summer, don’t forget to take your reading device loaded down with steamy paranormal romances from your old pal Alexandra Christian.

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Vengeance is only the beginning…

Gillian Thompson wants to end her life. Deserted by her lover and desperate for peace, she thinks that death is the only answer. But life never closes one door without opening a window. On a fateful night, the one that should be her last, she meets the dark and mysterious Seth, who seems to understand the depth of her pain. Rather than let her kill herself, he offers Gillian a new life beyond pain and regret. A life bathed in bloody kisses and bittersweet vengeance.




“...vampires can be dangerous to your health.”

A truer statement had never been uttered, but when Cali stumbled upon The Oubliette, she began to realize the wisdom in those words. Broken-hearted and bored, Cali’s life had become a string of TV dinners and romance novels.

She wondered where her life was going until she followed the mysterious stranger through the red door and entered a world that few would ever know existed. A world of vampires, werewolves and pleasure beyond imagination. Within the walls of The Oubliette, Cali will embark on a dangerous and sensual journey of discovery that will change her life forever.


Find out more about Alexandra Christian and her books at her blog: Southern Belle from Hell
ravenela: (Nick reading - BM_Shipper)
Happy summer! Okay, technically, according to the calendar, it isn't summer yet. However, Memorial Day is the unofficial start to summer, and that's good enough for me.

Today's summer reading is a young adult book about learning to like who you are. We're going to meet Layla and find out what her summer plans are.

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It amazes me that people think that teenagers need to have their entire summers planned. They think they’re being helpful or keeping us out of trouble. What they’re doing is systematically destroying any chance of a spontaneous lifestyle by suffocating us with too much planning! Why ruin a two-and-a-half month stretch to catch up on sleep and forget the apocalyptic stress of social circles and pre-calculus by coordinating the hell out of a summer?

In case you can’t tell, my parents have taken control of my life this summer. I apparently get no choice, and all because of a stupid misunderstanding. It isn’t my fault one of my stupid kid relatives found my CD collection! How was I to know they’d gravitate to Bowie and GNR over Kidz Bop? It isn’t my fault I live in a small stupid town where everyone assumes everyone else is going to act their given roll as it’s been done since way back since the dawn of time here, or something.

I still blame Footloose for this. If my parents had never seen that movie one afternoon. Somehow, they determined that since Dad’s a minister and I’m a girl, I must be getting up to no good like the chick in the movie. I keep trying to tell them that Rapunzel would get more action than me in this town—every guy I know is afraid that they’d end up in one of Dad’s sermons—but do they listen to me? Of course not, because somehow, someway, they just think they telepathically know what I’m up to and how I feel.

So what does this have to do with summer? Simple. I don’t get a summer. What I get is to get shipped up state for a long stint of reprogramming, church camp style. Somehow, in a couple weeks I’m supposed to be magically transformed into some loving, gushy conformist robot that sways along to old folk camp songs from the sixties or something. If they think I’m giving up my fighting spirit (or my classic rock and hair metal), then they’ve got another thought coming. Besides, do they know who they’re sentencing me to be around? There’s a reason I avoid youth group! All the kids in there are a few rungs above me on the social ladder, and they’re all freakin’ sadists. And somehow I’m supposed to sing kumbaya with them. Sure thing.

I’m doomed, I tell you. Doomed.

I’d plan a jail break, but a fat lot of good it’ll do me in the end. No, all I can really do at the moment is sneak along all my CDs and try to suffer through it…and blast I Want to Break Free at maximum volume. That’ll show them. Or it would if they weren’t freakin’ musical Philistines.
Summer. Bleh. Who needs it? I do, but it looks like I’m not going to get a real summer so long as I’m stuck here in Nowheresville with moralistic parental wardens who think they’re telepathic.

And all because of Footloose. It’s not fair, I tell you. Not fair at all.

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Remember when everyone else thought they knew you? Remember when everyone else thought they knew better?

Layla’s a small-town teen trying to be herself and is misinterpreted at every turn. She’s not popular because her dad’s a minister and her interests never seem to match those around her. She’s learned to keep to herself and her music – big mistake. When her love of classic rock makes her parents wonder if she’s “getting ideas,” she finds herself shipped off to church camp.

There she’s faced with horrible food and her day is planned out by the millisecond. To make matters worse her bunkmate is the cheery, tow-the-line sort and Donna, her nemesis, is at the same camp and is determined to make things hard for her. The only thing Layla has left to cling to is her music, but when her interests and character are challenged, will her faith in herself and her shaky trust in something more be strong enough to see her through?


Find out more about Zillah Anderson at the book at these places:

NBP Store

Amazon

B&N

Zillah Anderson's Blog
ravenela: (Rosalee library)
Ah, the days are finally warming up down here in the south. Not too humid, but certainly no chill in the air. Makes me want to read in the sun.

Today, we have a m/m romance for you. Meet Craig Darnell, a high school history teacher with an entire summer off. What are your summer plans, Mr. Darnell?

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Hi. My name’s Craig Darnell, and I’m a high school history teacher. I love my job, I love teaching the kids, and I love the beach. Which means I love the long summer vacation and spend as much of it as possible at the beach. I discovered this beach quite by accident last year when I was unable to rent the beach cottage I'd stayed at for several years.

This beach, Two Waters, is less well-known, which means the rental cottages are cheaper and I can afford to stay for a month. Even better, Two Waters sits on a spit of land with the lake on one side and the ocean on the other. Families with kids tend to hang out on the lake-side, where the water is calmer and more kid friendly. I hang out on the wilder, less busy, ocean-side.

So I was lying on the beach, soaking up the sun, totally relaxed, watching the rolling waves, and the occasional speedboat and water skier, when along comes Mr. Totally Delicious and sets up his beach towel not far from mine. I couldn’t help but gaze at his amazing tanned body, his dark hair, and broad shoulders. My only concern was that with a tan like that, his vacation was almost over and I’d never see him again.

After that day, my summer vacation became a time of getting to know him. His name’s Seth Tyler and he teaches high school English, so we have a lot in common. We both love the beach, we both love our jobs, and we fell in love with each other, too.

But when something went wrong at his school, and he was called back to the city, my world—our world—fell apart. This was soooo not the ending to our vacation and our romance that I’d anticipated.

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Craig and Seth are both on holidays at Two Waters beach. The lust between them is instant and fiercely hot. Sex at the beach, in the woods, in the sauna… When they take a break from having sex, they discover they have many interests in common and begin to build a relationship outside the bedroom.

Their growing intimacy is interrupted when Seth is called to a meeting at the school where he teaches. Seth is shattered when he and most of his colleagues find themselves suddenly unemployed due to school consolidation. His well-ordered life has come to a crashing halt, along with his vacation—and perhaps his romance.


Torquere Press

Find out more about Berengaria Brown at her website and her blog.
ravenela: (Nick reading - BM_Shipper)
Hello, hello! Welcome to the third installment of Summer Reading! Today, we meet a character who can rock it out with the best of them. Let's see how busy rock star J.K. Asmodeus's summer will be.

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It’s always great to interview musicians, but I was really lucky to not only run into J.K. Asmodeus this week, but be granted an audience. For those who don’t know (all three of you), J.K. is this year’s answer to who will take the place as the world’s next big rock god. Intense, glamorous, and not afraid to court controversy, the lead singer of Sons of Pandemonium spared a few minutes to talk about his music, his look, and his summer plans.

He waltzes into the room and all eyes immediately go to him. It’s impossible not to look at him. Lanky and tall, he’s made even taller by the red platform boots that are his calling card. There’s never a time when they’re off his feet. Some of the more superstitious fans insist that somehow the boots were handed down to him through unearthly means from the old glam rocker The One. They’re supposed to be the real source of his power, if you believe in that sort of thing.

His manager Jack Scratch, a hulking guy in a dark suit and a low ponytail, trails behind him, ever-watchful. Compared to his manager, J.K. looks almost delicate, yet is still masculine in the tailored, gothic suit he sports. His ever-changing hair is long and jet black with red streaks this week. His eyes flick around nervously, though his body language is perfectly at ease. He falls into the chair across from me and folds his long legs, waiting to get to the business at hand. I can’t picture him being the type to relax at any time of year, but I’m supposed to get a feature about his summer plans, and that’s what I’m going to do. His top leg bobs a little and it’s hard to look away from the cheery sheen of his boots; they’re almost hypnotic when he moves his legs like that.

He catches me looking, and I clear my throat and have to look at my notes – how embarrassing.

SJ: You’ve had massive, almost immediate success with your first album. Where can you really go from here?

J.K.: Anywhere I want, really. The sky’s the limit. I have a great band backing me up, a great manager, and a lot of people willing to listen to me.

SJ: You do resonate with people in a big way. A lot of people say you’re bringing rock back to life.

JK: More like I’m doing it right for once. It’s the reason I don’t do covers – everything that’s come before has been practice. I’m the real deal.

I’ve been warned about his ego, but I still have to juggle my notes to try to cover my surprise. He raises a brow and looks at me like I’m the most unprofessional clown he’s had to sit through. I can’t fight my indignation and embarrassment, but my eye keeps going back to his bouncing foot, and I still can’t quite believe that he’s sitting down talking to me, of all people.

SJ: So what about the man behind the music, behind the ever-present image?

Jack Scratch half-stands from where he’s taken a seat in the background and clears his throat. Interesting. JK doesn’t even look his way, but offers a patient smile as he fishes for a cigarette.

JK: What about him? Who really cares? People need a presence, someone who’s going to tell them what to think and to tick them off, make them feel. They don’t need to know anything beyond that, because there’s nothing there. I am what you see on stage. I’m the clothes, the music, the legend. That’s what’s important.

SJ: A good story is always important, but people empathize with the person, not the legend.

JK: They need the legend. I thought this was supposed to be a fluff piece, do we really need to waste time getting philosophical?

Ouch. All right, I can roll with that….

SJ: Well, what do you have planned for this summer, then? Are you and Beth—

JK: Beth isn’t in the picture at the moment.

SJ: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that—

JK: Are you really, or are you just making conversation? Or are you thinking in the back of your mind that you might actually be able to take her place?

His manager chuckles and he flashes a grin. I can feel the blush and he definitely knows I’m caught off guard.

SJ: You’re not exactly my type. Too much attitude for my taste.

If he’s offended, he certainly doesn’t look it. Does anything ruffle this man?

JK: (he glances back at Jack) That’s what they always say when they don’t know what to do, right? So classic. If you ask me, she could use someone with a little attitude in her life. (Jack says something I can’t quite hear, which is probably for the best). Beth and I are back and forth, but we’re taking a break for a while. I’ll be recording with the Sons for the next album, and we’ll be hard at work planning our next tour.

SJ: All work and no play?

JK: Oh, I didn’t say there won’t be any play. I’m very good at juggling work and play.

He flashes a knowing grin and I’m reminded of all the stories of debauchery and decadence I’ve heard about the Son of Pandemonium. Their exploits are almost enough to outshine the stories about Zeppelin or Motley Crue.

JK (cont): I’ll probably spend some time in Aruba here and there. Baal, my guitarist, and I have been meaning to check out Bangkok at some point, so that may happen, too. I’m also working on getting a house built out in Malibu, but since I don’t have time to oversee construction or even get out there for any length of time, that’s on hold. Work and music definitely comes first at this point, though.

For a brief moment there’s an expression of something other than bravado or arrogance in his eyes. There’s a very, very small part of him that wants to know he’s doing okay, that can’t break away from the routine of recording and touring. Is he afraid people are going to forget about him? Is that the line he’s been fed?

SJ: Surely you can take a little time to yourself. It’s not a crime to take a break.

JK: It is when people need to know what I’m about, still. They need to know about the music, my mission, my…

SJ: (I can’t help but glance at his foot. It’s practically vibrating against his other leg. I can almost see myself in the reflection of the red plastic of his toe.) Your legend?

JK: That’s right, my legend. See, you’re more than a fluff piece writer, after all. You get it.

I don’t know what’s weirder, the fact that I’m warmed by his praise, or the fact that he looks downright relieve that I ‘get it.’ This is only his first album, and although his singles like Tempt Me Down and Looking for Beatrice and In Circle Nine are all over the place, maybe his success hasn’t truly hit him yet. Or maybe he’s too scared to lose what’s happened so fast. The conversation unravels pretty fast after that, with talk of several models he’s thinking of taking with him to Aruba (if he goes), or what producer he wants to use in the studio on the next album. His sharp, fragile features aren’t very expressive, but by the time he takes his leave, I’ve learned to spot the rattled young man under the trappings and in your face image.

Though what’s really weird is that by the time he and his manager are out of the room, I’m no longer thinking about JK Asmodeus, his music, or even his meager attempts at trying to come up with summer plans.

All my mind keeps coming back to his those boots, the way the laces trailed up the fronts, and the way they bounced in a spastic rhythm. It’s ridiculous, but they were so shiny, and the way they reflected my face was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I hadn’t really gotten into the Sons of Pandemonium before now, but maybe I need to give them another shot.

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What kind of a rock star lives in a small town in the middle of nowhere and plays at weddings and funerals? That’s what Jeremiah Kensington is thinking after an unsuccessful bar gig one night. Then Jack Scratch comes into his life, ready to represent him and launch him to stardom.

Jack can give him everything: a new band, a new name, a new life, a new look, and new boots…although they aren’t exactly new. They once belonged to The One, a rocker so legendary and so mysterious that it’s urban legend that he used black magic to gain success. But what does Jeremiah care about urban legend? And it’s probably just coincidence that the shoes make him dance better than anyone, even if it doesn’t always feel like he’s controlling his movements. It’s no big deal that he plunges into a world of excess and decadence as soon as he puts the shoes on his feet, right?

But what happens when they refuse to come off?


Find out more about Selah Janel and In the Red in these following places:

No Boundaries Press Store (various formats)

Amazon

Novel Nook

Barnes and Noble

Selah Janel's Blog: Come Selahway With Me
ravenela: (Nick reading - BM_Shipper)
Good morning! Welcome to another installment of Summer Reading. I have a spicier selection for you today from Ellora's Cave called SPELLBOUND DESIRE by Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks. Let's see what their main character, D.J., has in store for her summer vacation.

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Aren't I a little old to be writing a “What I did on my summer vacation” essay? I'm over forty and it just feels silly.

Besides, I'm going to do the same thing I do every summer, stay indoors and drink, while I try not to melt in the Memphis heat. And oh yeah, maybe stopping the world from ending. Again.

That's what I did last summer. See, when you walk into Admire Investigations, you get me, Dixie Jolene, and I'll probably look at you like something I scraped off my shoe. If you try calling me by my full name, you'll be leaving quicker than you came in. And the only reason you won't be going out the window is because the air conditioner is in the way.

Bran McKay wasn't intimidated, though. Yeah, that's him sprawling on the couch. Budge over and let the nice people have a seat. And keep your kilt down.

Sexy man, but he'd hump a tree if I didn't keep him on a short leash. Pay not attention to the laughter and lewd suggestions. I'm telling them about Oeilett, so shush.

Bran's a combat mage, one of the first to retire in this century. He's a bit rough around the edges. His face? Oeilett ripped him up back at Chernobyl. I think the scars are kind of sexy, myself. Married? Nah, we're just handfasted. I might be getting married in August, if I don't kill him first.

Anyway, remember the big “God Wants You to be Rich!” seminar last summer? Yep, demon summoning. And Bran there came to town to stop the beast from getting his corporeality on in my town.

I mean, I'm a No-Talent. I got enough magic to let me see about two to five seconds ahead and draw all the weirdness in the world to my doorstep. That's why I work the Nightside of Memphis. Every city has a Nightside. Most people ignore it even when they do see it. I never had a chance at normal, so I got my carry permit, got my business license and started finding people and things. Blame it on an overdose of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys at an impressionable age.

I'm hoping for some peace and quiet this summer. Might even have a gig working crowd control at the King's Crossing party. Biggest event of the year here in Memphis. Elvis comes out at twilight, serenades the faithful with a couple piece, and then goes back in for a big party celebrating the day he became a vampire. All the vampires are invited, and everyone who's anyone is there.

Yeah, that's “Black Magic Woman.” I gotta take this, it's the Bitch Patrol. Uh-huh. Yeah. Be right there. Fire up the Triumph big guy. We have work.

Sorry to run out on you like this, but when the Preternatural and Magical Squadron calls, trouble is going down in my town. If you want more about the Oeilett case, you can check out the official write up. Here's my card. Call if you need me.

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On the Nightside of Memphis, werewolves teach college, zombies load trucks and private investigator D. J. is hard at work, finding missing persons, solving cases and drinking herself into an early grave. Then Bran walks into her office, asking for her help in destroying the demon Oeilett, and everything changes.

Something about the battered, scarred combat mage ignites all the lusty feelings D. J. thought she had successfully drowned in rum. The mana he exudes weaves a web of desire over her, clouding thought and making the sultry summer even steamier.

Bran’s body and face may be marked by his previous battles, but everything under the black leather kilt works perfectly, and D. J. learns there are more things in Memphis, the hellplanes and her own heart than she had ever imagined.


Find out more about SPELLBOUND DESIRE and its authors Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks at Ellora's Cave.

Also, the authors want to give you a chance to win a copy. If you would like to be entered to win a copy of SPELLBOUND DESIRE, please leave a comment. One winner will be chosen at random. UPDATE: Contest closed.
ravenela: (Nick reading - BM_Shipper)
Welcome to the first post for Summer Reading!

Today's featured character is LeKrista Scott from Scorned by Tyffani Clark Kemp. LeKrista is up to her neck in vampires, but I'm sure she has time for some fun summer activities. LeKrista, what are your plans for the summer?

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I knew Eddie was behind me before I turned around. I could feel him…and his horde.

"LeKrista." His deep voice was empty and flat. "Pierce."

I turned and frowned at Parashie, Maaren, and Dayla and they scowled right back.

"When I invited you to bowl with us," I said, "I meant you. Not your harem."

Eddie's taciturn lips turned up into a genuine smile, one laced with mischief. "You didn't specify."

I made a face at him and fanned my sweaty brow. The AC was out in the bowling alley and they had to doors all open, but there was just too much space for the two doors on either end to cool off.

"So this is how you spend your summer evenings?" Eddie asked. The three women were quiet, as usual.

"You couldn't have brought Bomani at least?" I countered. The African Princess was the only one of Edgar's girls who I even remotely got along with.

"Good evening, Edgar." Roman's smooth, all encompassing accent brought my head up. He'd surprised me and the grin on his face was evidence that he was amused. "LeKrista."

He took my hand and lifted it to his lips. I'd only invited him to make the game entertaining. He completely ignored Pierce, who chuckled as he let the snub it roll off his back.

"I brought Tate," Roman continued and my best friend - palest skin, burgundy hair, and red velvet cape - bounced into view.

"Hi!" she squealed and wrapped me in a tight hug. "We brought our own balls and shoes." She flashed a pair bowling shoes that were actually cute. "Are you ready?"

"Eddie has to -"

"Already done." Edgar held up his ball. "We have enough for two teams of four."

I nodded. "So, it's to be competition." With so many preternatural creatures this was sure to be an exciting game. "The rules are: there are no rules."

Roman snorted.

"Don't be like that," I said. "You're on my team. Tate, you're our handicap."

She laughed. She had the potential to be a powerful Mage, but she chose not to cultivate her abilities because she wouldn't be able to hang out with vampires. That made her almost human normal. "Alright," Tate agreed. "What's Pierce?"

"Handicap number two."

"I'll show you handicap." Pierce's amber eyes flashed and I grinned.

"I guess I'll go first," Roman announced. He picked up his bowling ball - it was black with sparkles and said 'The Centurian' in blood red lettering - and took his position.

"That's so not your ball," I giggled.

"Sh," he said. "I'm concentrating."

I shook my head, but waited with my arms crossed over my chest as he stepped up to the lane with perfect form and sent that ridiculous ball rolling toward the pins. It hugged the right side, but there was enough speed and spin that when it reached the end of the lane it curved around and struck the center pin sending the others flying.

I threw my arms in the air and cried, "Strike!" This was going to be exciting.

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Blurb

LeKrista Scott has killed a vampire, and now his lover wants revenge.

After months of watching her from the shadows, Lucretious, a millennia old vampire, finally makes his attack during a party thrown by his maker, Roman - a party where Roman proclaims his protection over LeKrista. Roman steps in and saves her life, but not before she deals Lucretious the true death in front of his lover, Perdita. Now LeKrista is running for her life and Roman is trying to save it, but she’s not sure if he really cares or if he has some underhanded reason for keeping her alive. She seeks help from Mages but they refuse to help her, even though she exhibits high potential as a Mage herself. In a last ditch effort, Roman whisks LeKrista away, but Perdita finds them. LeKrista must eliminate Perdita one way or another.

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For more information about Tyffani Clark Kemp, check out her website.
ravenela: (Rosalee library)
Summer is upon us, and you know what that means? No, it does not mean you get to roll around in the sand wearing nothing but a towel. It means that it's time for summer reading.

I see you starting to pull a face. Don't worry. This doesn't have to do with the books you had to read for school during summer vacation in high school. No, no, no. These are fun books, exciting books, books you can download to your ereader.

As a librarian, I want to introduce people to books they might enjoy this summer and might not have come across. Throughout the month of May, I'm going to feature an author and her/his main character in a blog post. These will be small press and self-published authors. Authors you might not have even thought about. If one of these posts interests you, I hope you'll search out the book and buy it.

Also, if this goes well, I'll keep the feature going throughout the summer. Let's find something new to read!

The feature will start on May 6. I'm excited. Are you excited?

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