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Sunday, 24 February 2013


Dear Followers, readers and subscribers

Due to an unexpected family crisis I won't be able to post for a while, but rest assured I'll be back as soon as possible with lot's of exciting new stuff for you.

Thank you for your understanding at this very difficult time

Bella x

Sunday, 17 February 2013

The Sunday Spotlight ~ Talking with Chantal Halpin



The Sunday Spotlight

Author Interview and Book Feature


This week I'm so happy to have fellow Brit & Indie Author, Chantal Halpin on the blog, sharing novels, writing and life.

So let us begin our little journey today, starting with...


Book Blurb:

Sam would prefer to stay concealed amongst the nobodies. She’s a witch with a dodgy past hiding in the insurance claim industry. When a high profile politician is threatened with having his Community position as a vampire exposed, she couldn’t care less. 

Sadly her boss forces her on baby-sitting duty and she unwittingly attracts the attention of a witch-hunter. While trying to protect her confidential client’s secret identity she also has to fight her attraction to the pyromaniac hunter like a suicidal moth.


An urban fantasy short story of approx 2,500 words set in London with British spellings.








Book Blurb:

Insurance claims worker, Sam, doesn’t want to do any more jobs for the Community. She just wants to fill in her nice, harmless forms. But when she is coaxed into rescuing a witch’s familiar from a tree, she finds her charge is more than an average kitty. 

Faced with the option of handing him over to the authorities, she instead risks her liberty and flees across London with the witch hunters in hot pursuit. But for a change it seems the Latino pyromaniacs are not the most dangerous players in this game of cat and mouse.


This is a short story of approx 10,000 words with British spellings set in London.




Author Bio:

Chantal Halpin lives in the South West of England with her husband, two kids and their smelly rescue dog. She mostly writes urban fantasy and loves anything fanged, fae witchy or shifty. She is currently working on The Witch Hunter Series which includes both urban fantasy and young adult stories.






Book Links:



Author Links:


Twitter: @ChantalHalpin

GoodReads: Author Page


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Talking with Chantal

on

The Sunday Spotlight


Hi Chantal and welcome

What inspired you to start writing novels for your chosen genre?
Everything I was reading was urban fantasy so authors like Charlaine Harris, Laurell K. Hamilton, Ilona Andrews, Patricia Briggs, Kim Harrison, Karen Marie Moning and you tend to write what you want to read.

Are there any other genres you’ve written?
Oh yes lots - I’ve studied creative writing so you have to do a bit of everything, I’ve even written poetry - not necessarily good poetry I might add.

Are you working on anything new right now?
Yes, I’m actually writing a straight up romance - meaning it has no paranormal elements. But I also have several other works in progress that are all urban fantasy or paranormal romance.

What inspires you to write?
Everything. It could be something odd I point out to my husband and then I go, “Oh that would be a good idea for a story,” and then I tend to mull it over.

Can you offer any advice to the fledgling authors, just starting out?
 Not really, I consider myself in their company. Except maybe read everything you can, go on writing courses, join writing circles and critique groups and write every day.

Who is your all-time favourite author?
 A husband and wife writing duo who go by the pen name of Ilona Andrews - I love them, they are so cool and their books aren’t half bad either.

What are you reading at the moment & would you recommend it to us?
I am reading My Soul to Take (Soul Screamers #1) by Rachel Vincent and yes I would recommend it, she is a wonderful story teller. It is a young adult, urban fantasy about a girl called Kaylee who can predict death.

How do you come up with the Titles for your novels?
Foul is Fair was actually written for an assignment on my last writing course (which is why it is so short) and I was really struggling with the title. Usually the title comes to me at the beginning of the story, but this one was giving me so much trouble that I started dreaming about the story and witches and I woke up reciting the opening lines to Shakespeare’s Macbeth:

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.”
Act 1 Scene 1

The Brinded Cat was a lot easier as it follows on from Foul is Fair so I used another line from further on in the play. I knew the witches said something about a cat so I went looking and found this;

“First Witch: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d”
Act 4 Scene 1

Do you have a day job, other than writing?
Yes, I’m a lab technician.

What is your preferred method of writing:-  The plot pre-planned from day one, or just go with the flow and see what happens next?
I’m a pantser by nature, a writer who ‘flies by the seat of their pants’ rather than planning,  although I usually know the ending and most of the key scenes in advance.

Are there any tips or tricks you use to get to know your characters?
My tutor on my last course made us write top tens on your character such as their top ten most important people, ten most important decisions, places, wishes etc. If you can come up with ten lists of top tens you tend to know them pretty well.

Do you like to write while listening to music and if so, does your book have particular playlist you’d like to share?
Generally I write in silence - or as close to it as I can get in a houseful, which isn’t very silent at all! But when I was doing NaNoWriMo I discovered that if I was falling behind on my daily word count, listening to Insomnia by Faithless over and over makes me write much faster.

Which type of book do you prefer to read?
           An ebook. I was quite resistant to this until I got my kindle and now I don’t leave home without it.

How many novels/books do you typically read in a month?
About twelve.

Apart from writing, do you have any other hobbies?
Does reading count? Umm I ride a motorbike and I like baking cakes, other than that my kids tend to keep me pretty busy.

Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Definitely a night owl - but I have to be up early either for work or with the kids so I don’t get to indulge my natural tendency.

What’s your least favourite part of the writing process?
It’s all either wonderful or hateful for different reasons in different ways. Editing can be hard but satisfying, the first draft can be frustrating but exciting.

How long does it typically take you to write a novel?
I finished the first draft of Death’s Daughter, which is a full length novel at approx 65,000 words, in three months.

What is the one book you can’t live without?
Umm... my kindle?

  
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Many thanks to Chantal for letting me shine the spotlight on her, and her novels today, they look totally fab!

So stay cool - not in the cold BRRRRR way - in the cool and happening shaking your thing way and I'll see you soon with some more great posts!

Bella x


Saturday, 16 February 2013

Blog Tour for Games of Fire by Airicka Phoenix


Welcome to 

The Blog Tour

for

Games of Fire 

by 

Airicka Phoenix



Publisher: Airicka Phoenix 
Release date: Feb 14, 2013 
Genre: Young Adult Thriller and mystery with a strong dose of romance. 
Warnings: Strong language and mild sexual content 
Formats: ebook & paperback 



Games of Fire Synopsis

Sophie has enough problems in her life without Spencer turning her blood to fire, without his eyes freezing and burning her, without his hatred of her. Since his migration into the house next to hers, Sophia Valdez isn’t sure whether she wants to toss him under a bus or kiss that smirking mouth of his. But even as the temperature rises around them, leaping flames of passion, want and desire,everything either has ever known will be shattered by the lurking shadow hounding their every step, wanting revenge.



Spencer Rowth moves to the sleepy town of River Port with his mother and twelve year old sister, Suzy, to escape a deceitful father, an unfaithful girlfriend and a life crumbling much too fast for him to grapple onto only to be smacked upside the head by the last thing he wanted again. Sophie was everything he refused to want. Her temper, her wit, her laugh, her smile, the way her entire body goes up in flames under his hands are things he would rather slam a lid on and forget. Instead, he finds himself falling for the smart-mouth next door. But how long will he have before the evil chasing them catches up? How long before the very thing he never wanted becomes his only thread to sanity? And who is after them? What do they want and why do they want Spencer and Sophie dead?






Excerpt



“I won’t bite,” he said, probably meaning it as a joke. 

“Oh if only that were my only problem,” she sighed under her breath.

“What?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.” 

She took his hand, slipping her icy fingers through his. The electric sparks tore a fiery path down the length of her arms, nearly melting the ice beneath their feet. She shivered involuntarily and felt his fingers flex. 

“All right?” Had his voice always been so husky?

She dampened her lips. “Yeah…” The single word died in her throat as she was pulled towards him. Her heart tripped. Her lungs stilled. The heat of his body rushed over her with the subtle scent peppermint, leather, spices and smoke. 

A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale caressed her flushed face.

“This,” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Is why you are so bad for me.”








Author Bio



Airicka Phoenix is the best-selling author of the Touch Series with short stories in Whispered Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology and Midnight Surrender Anthology. When she's not hammering away at the keyboard, she can be found banishing pirates or crawling through the attic looking for lost treasure with her kids. She loves baking, gardening and reading. She also likes to travel and take pictures of everything she comes across. When asked, Airicka describes herself as a sarcastic basket case that has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate, old movies and really bad jokes. She loves to laugh, make friends and write. If she could have one wish granted, it would be to spend one day as a fly-on-the-wall inside Stephen King's mind. If she could have two wishes granted, she would ask for a castle dedicated entirely to her overwhelming collection of books. 

For more about Airicka, also on how to win giveaways, read author interviews and reviews, visit her website at: 

http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10







Other Novels: 





Social Networks:  









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So there you have it, Airicka Phoenix's latest novel - get it while its hot!



Bella x

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Blog Tour for Ashes & Ice by Rochelle Maya Callen


Welcome to the


Ashes & Ice


Blog Tour





Ashes & Ice 

by 

Rochelle Maya Callen 



          

Release Day: February 4th, 2013  Genre: Young Adult
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours




Book Blurb 

She is desperate to remember.
He is aching to forget.
Together, they are not broken.
But together, one may not survive.

​Jade wakes up with no memory of her past and blood on her hands.

Plagued by wicked thoughts, she searches for answers. Instead, she finds a boy who doesn't offer her answers, but hope. But sometimes, when nightmares turn into reality and death follows you everywhere, hope is not enough.

LUST. LOVE. LOSS. Sometimes, all that is left are Ashes and Ice


Book Trailer

  





Author Bio:




Rochelle grew up dreaming up stories. When she entered high school, she tucked away her creative side and jumped head-first into academics, work, and service projects. She graduated summa cum laude with a degree in Political Science and Communication when she was twenty years old. After years away from her writing, Rochelle picked up a pen and started fleshing out a character sketch that she outlined when she was twelve. That sketch was the start of the Ashes and Ice story. Rochelle lives in the DC metro area with her husband and daughter. By day she works as a behavioral therapist. By night, she is a dreamer and is busy tapping out new stories on her keyboard.







Links:




twitter: @rockyiswriting


Goodreads:



facebook:






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Excerpt #1


Jade 

The girl’s glassy, dead eyes stare into me, through me, pierce me with a fierce urgency, with a wicked accusation. The blood is still on my hands.
            Red hair, blue eyes, a constellation of freckles on pale skin. She was fragile and innocent, a lovely thing. That is what I think until I see the gashes on her wrists and throat. With her blood spilling out, she looks delicious. She’s mine. Possessiveness shocks me, stabs into me. I run, tearing away from a craving I don't understand.
            Breathless, I grit my teeth and run harder, faster.
             
            My feet pound against the earth, away from the lifeless body and toward the lights of the city lingering on the horizon. Rot and death linger in my nostrils. Unscarred skin stretches taut over my freezing bones. Echoes of an empty memory reverberate in my mind, taunting me. The ice chases me, clutches me, and bites at my heels, sending shivers up my spine. The ice wants me back, but I run forward, toward the lights, toward the heat, toward a world that burns me, because I have no other choice.
            The lights are so close. Heat scalds my skin.
            Images race through my mind, paralyzing me. I skid to a stop, my boots digging into the mud. The vision’s blurred edges materialize into solid shapes.
             I gasp.
            A new horror rakes my insides. Desperation propels me forward; the pictures nagging at my seams threaten to tear me apart.
            Scorching fire licks over my skin. In my vision, I contort like a vile, ugly creature, eyes as black as decay. My frame hunches over the small, dead girl, like a demon looming over a defenseless child. Her blood drips from my mouth.
            I lick my lips and taste only salty sweat.
            I run, desperate to trample the vision under my feet, to crush it deep into the ground.
            I refuse to believe the image, refuse to acknowledge the monster within me demanding to be unleashed—and the possibility it has already been unbound. An unrelenting tide of fear washes over me. Past the denial, the fear, and the hope, I think I can still taste her.
            The cold stillness inside me cracks open just as the lights of the city slam into me.
    



Excerpt #2

Connor

Tears burn. I never realized it before, but they do. Tears reach down my throat and settle in my gut until the pain cripples me. I clutch my stomach as I look into the casket. His face doesn’t even look the same. Bloated like a Mardi Gras float, discolored like a mannequin. This isn’t my father.

            But it is.

            If I have learned anything in my short life, it is this: funerals are bullshit. People dress in carefully pressed black suits. Parents give me “meaningful” nods as if that could ease the grief. It doesn’t.

            Then there are the kids from school, the ones dragged along by their parents. People drag their kids along as if filling the church was a necessary thing. As if the more pews filled somehow expedite the dead’s trip to heaven. I doubt it does. Maybe some of the girls went shopping to buy just the right outfit so their cleavage to respectability ratio was just right, or  their ass to waist ratio was cinched properly.

            People sit in the pews dressed in their finest let’s-go-pay-our-respects-to-the-dead-guy-we-never-knew wear, smacking the gum in their mouths, cupping cellphones so they can LOL any comment  buzzing in, and drumming their fingers because the pastor is going on too long.  All they want to do is go home, sneak in a make-out session with their girlfriends, eat their dinners, and maybe catch a 7 o’clock movie.

            I hate these kids. The ones who stare at me, roll their eyes, and yawn. The ones who trip me at school and slam me into lockers. The ones who sit in a pew, contributing to the headcount, while I sit up here in front, holding back the tears fighting to make their appearance. I swallow them down. I won’t cry. Not here. Not with these people.

            Dad’s funeral should be an empty church with mom, his three brothers, and me. It should be the five of us having a messy, sloppy, sobbing affair where we cling to each other because we are all we have left. The marble floors should be slick with our tears. It isn’t. We sit here, straight backed, completely composed as if death is just a passing expiration date and our small, insignificant world has not been split open and left gaping.


***

            I’m in my room, staring at the ceiling. The funeral service was hours ago.

            The house feels empty and cold. I hear a stifled whimper from down the hall.

            Mom.

            Probably crying into a pillow so the house can’t hear, but it can. It seems unfair she can’t wail aloud, so loud  the house’s hundred-year-old studs tremble.

            She doesn’t. I don’t either. We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again.

            The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy.

            I ache, desperate to forget the long battle with cancer, the blood sputtering out of his mouth with his last words—what where they? I can’t remember because the fear in his eyes overshadowed anything he said. Now the loss. I don’t want to feel this loss. Some divine entity has taken dull scissors and cut out a piece of my life and now I have jagged scars to remind me I lost too much. Too much.

            I want to forget, because it hurts to remember.

            I bury my head in the pillow, hoping to suffocate the memories, to choke out the pain.
    

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Well that's it for today and finishing with another awesome cover! So there you have it, three utterly delicious novels by three super talented authors - get your copies now!

See you very soon in the Blog'o'Sphere with more great posts!

Bella x 

Release Day Blitz ~ Games of Fire by Airicka Phoenix



Welcome to the

Games of Fire

Release Day Blitz


Games of Fire 

by 

Airicka Phoenix


Publisher: Airicka Phoenix 
Release date: Feb 14, 2013 
Genre: Young Adult Thriller and mystery with a strong dose of romance. 
Warnings: Strong language and mild sexual content 
Formats: ebook & paperback 



Games of Fire Synopsis

Sophie has enough problems in her life without Spencer turning her blood to fire, without his eyes freezing and burning her, without his hatred of her. Since his migration into the house next to hers, Sophia Valdez isn’t sure whether she wants to toss him under a bus or kiss that smirking mouth of his. But even as the temperature rises around them, leaping flames of passion, want and desire,everything either has ever known will be shattered by the lurking shadow hounding their every step, wanting revenge.


Spencer Rowth moves to the sleepy town of River Port with his mother and twelve year old sister, Suzy, to escape a deceitful father, an unfaithful girlfriend and a life crumbling much too fast for him to grapple onto only to be smacked upside the head by the last thing he wanted again. Sophie was everything he refused to want. Her temper, her wit, her laugh, her smile, the way her entire body goes up in flames under his hands are things he would rather slam a lid on and forget. Instead, he finds himself falling for the smart-mouth next door. But how long will he have before the evil chasing them catches up? How long before the very thing he never wanted becomes his only thread to sanity? And who is after them? What do they want and why do they want Spencer and Sophie dead?






Excerpt


“I won’t bite,” he said, probably meaning it as a joke. 

“Oh if only that were my only problem,” she sighed under her breath.

“What?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.” 

She took his hand, slipping her icy fingers through his. The electric sparks tore a fiery path down the length of her arms, nearly melting the ice beneath their feet. She shivered involuntarily and felt his fingers flex. 

“All right?” Had his voice always been so husky?

She dampened her lips. “Yeah…” The single word died in her throat as she was pulled towards him. Her heart tripped. Her lungs stilled. The heat of his body rushed over her with the subtle scent peppermint, leather, spices and smoke. 

A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale caressed her flushed face.

“This,” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Is why you are so bad for me.”






Author Bio



Airicka Phoenix is the best-selling author of the Touch Series with short stories in Whispered Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology and Midnight Surrender Anthology. When she's not hammering away at the keyboard, she can be found banishing pirates or crawling through the attic looking for lost treasure with her kids. She loves baking, gardening and reading. She also likes to travel and take pictures of everything she comes across. When asked, Airicka describes herself as a sarcastic basket case that has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate, old movies and really bad jokes. She loves to laugh, make friends and write. If she could have one wish granted, it would be to spend one day as a fly-on-the-wall inside Stephen King's mind. If she could have two wishes granted, she would ask for a castle dedicated entirely to her overwhelming collection of books.
For more about Airicka, also on how to win giveaways, read author interviews and reviews, visit her website at: http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10









Other Novels: 





Social Networks:  










Many thanks to this uber talented author for letting me showcase her latest work! Plus this is another totally fabulous cover - where do they get them?!

Airicka - you rock girl!

So onto the next post....

BRB!

Bella x
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