Monday, October 17, 2016

Cover Reveal: Kavan

Not only is this a great Cover Reveal today, but in a twist of surprise - the author has decided to release the book today as well!! You can pick it up right now - go grab your copy and leave a comment congratulating the author on her new release!

Paranormal romance author, Kristen Clark-Frost,
lives in New Hampshire with her family.
A die hard metalhead, you’ll find her at her computer,
headphones blasting, while pounding away at the keyboard.
Her cat, who believes he’s trans species
and really a vicious canine, sleeping by her side.

An avid reader with a voracious appetite for the written word,
Kristen made a bold move and changed careers to chase her dream;
creating spectacular new worlds for others to enjoy.

Previously working and advocating for children and adults
with developmental disabilities,
Kristen spent many hours introducing others
to the power and magic of the written word.
When opportunity arose, she dove headfirst into writing full time.

Kavan is the first book in the Drelatta Wolves Series.

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Ashlyn wasn't looking looking for a man. She had books, her best friend, and a job she loved. Unless she found a man like the ones in her books, she was happy being single. Until she met Kavan.
                Working with his family, Kavan kept the human’s safe from what lurked in the shadows. He wasn't looking for his mate, wasn't ready to settle down. Until he found Ashlyn.
                Can Ashlyn accept Kavan and the life he offers. Can Kavan keep Ashlyn safe from the monsters hunting her?








~ Amazon ~ Amazon UK

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Sunday, October 9, 2016

Blog Tour: A Space Between Worlds


About A Space Between Worlds Vol.1: Conception:

Songstress Shanti’s final performance is no different than any other. Gazing into the mirror, the Songstress laments her faceless curse. To hide her unsightliness, she dons a beautiful mask. She knows she doesn’t belong in the darkness. Her desire is to live in a world of eternal light, to be seen for who she truly is.

An enigmatic man who calls himself Avidia beckons Shanti, claiming to know how to conceive the world of light sleeping inside of her, and escape her current world of darkness, Cauraaha. Avidia poses the question that will be the key to her desire, as well as an unresolved pain:

“What is your first memory?”

Reno, a gentle florist, has his own stigma, a translucent coil of thorns wrapped around his arm, draining him of life at the utterance of the word “Promise”. Hidden away in his heart is the knowledge of a past he doesn’t wish to face, one that connects to Shanti, Avidia, and her curse.

A dual narrative of introspection and self-discovery, A Space Between Worlds eloquently questions the truths of life and death, timeless bonds, and regret through lyrical imagination, philosophy, surrealism, and a journey through the unconscious mind.

My Review: This book is unlike any other you'll read. A lot of the time I as I read it I imagined it as anime or could picture it as a graphic novel. Very visual writing and an interesting story about keeping promises and getting a second chance to make right mistakes from past lives, and about how the strength of love can cross the boundaries of reality and time. If you like speculative fiction or fantasy (or anime or graphic novels for that matter) then this is a book you'll enjoy immensely.


Excerpt #1 from A Space Between Worlds Vol.1: Conception:
Flurries of snow crossed over the fan-like leaves of forest’s trees, lightly dusting the tips of their colorful tendrils with white frost. Even without the wind, the flurries continued to move, wrapping themselves around moss covered trunks and licking the faces of imperfect stones. The animals were hush as if they fled into unknown hiding place. An uneasy silence pinched Reno’s ears. Undisturbed by the sudden change in weather, he watched his breath raise into the canopy. Moments wouldn’t pass, it seemed, as the thin white ribbon would arc and linger at the precipice of the canopy before being consumed by the encroaching darkness. Reno continued on the main path, trudging on the blanket of fallen leaves. The path seemed endless, much like the message the woman in white left him echoing in his mind. Unclear, her voice was, like a skipping record. Bits and pieces of her words were shuffling, seeping into the muck of other thoughts. The situation felt unreal to him. The scent of lavender and of blood dawdled in his nostrils.

Excerpt #2 from A Space Between Worlds Vol.1: Conception:
Their voices, even long after they’d spoken, lingered by the shore; nothing was lost and nothing was recovered. The man reached out in front of him where the tides of the sea, black like ink, gravitated to the horizon. The choppy waves never washed ashore, as if they were fleeing, desperately seeking an exit. The land wasn't its home. The same could be said for them. The man and the frail girl sat in mutual silence, each enraptured by what was ahead. On the horizon, the misshapen moon's pale light skipped across the sea but didn’t reach them. The man widened his eyes, hoping to absorb its light. The moon quivered, glaring back at him mockingly.



J.D. Woodson was born Chicago, Illinois in 1992. He grew up in Palos Park, a quiet suburb southwest of Chicago. During his early years, J.D. gained a fondness towards poetry and continued to writing it through primary school and high school, winning small awards for his work. He would attend Columbia College Chicago with intent to major in poetry, however he shifted his focus and major to Fiction Writing due to his love for storytelling. After his sophomore year, he would take a leave of absence to study outside of the workshop method he was taught and gained experience as a ghostwriter which his projects spanned from fiction to non-fiction. To read more about J.D., you can visit him on his website.


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Saturday, October 8, 2016

Monster Mash Blitz Day 6

Tim Hemlin is a graduate of the University of New Hampshire, having studied with poets Charles Simic and Mekeel McBride.  He has published in poetry journals, anthologies, and magazines--most notably in Ellery Queen.  Currently he has six published novels, two short stories and is included in an anthology.

By day he is an educator; however after teaching ELA for 22 years he decided to put his master's degree to work and is now a high school counselor.  In addition, he is an avid marathoner, fly-fisherman, and outdoorsman.  He lives just outside Houston, Texas with his wife Valerie, two dogs and a cantankerous cat.

Q&A With the Author:
If you could travel anywhere, on earth or off, where would you go?

Paris . . . so if I can't go back to the 1920s I'll go there now.

What color would you wear if you had only one choice?

Blue. Think of George Harrison in his denim shirt and blue jeans crossing Abby Road.

Describe your dream writing spot.

A cabin in the country with a bay window looking out over a verdant forest. In fact, one summer I wrote one of my mysteries in the mountains of Colorado in just this setting. Coffee and stories after an early morning trail run sounds like heaven to me. 

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Find all of Jim Hemlin's Books Here

If Wishes Were Horses...

" Neil Marshall is a graduate student in the University of Houston’s creative writing program and a promising young poet. However, facing a financially and emotionally draining divorce has him worried about more than paying tuition. So to make ends meet, Neil moonlights as a chef for a high society caterer.  Just when Neil’s life seems bleakest, his oldest friend, racehorse breeder Jason Keys, is murdered. And Neil becomes the prime suspect.  To avenge his friend, clear his name, and rescue a missing championship thoroughbred, Neil infiltrates the dark underworld of horse theft and illegal breeding. Neil’s friends—his attractive writing teacher, his cooking colleagues, and a freckle-faced teenage horsewoman—offer their support. But their cheers quickly turn to gasps when Neil becomes the hunted."

1) Talk about high-flying euphoria turned to grounded fear. The downshift was so sudden I could’ve thrown up. Be cool, Neil. Okay, I wasn’t going to outrun the guy in the Taurus, and I wasn’t going to confront him. Yet. My only other option, then, was to play the shell game and lose the bastard. ~ Neil Marshall

2) Nothing in my twenty-eight years could’ve prepared me for the scream that awaited me inside. Bloodcurdling, the howl lifted every hair on my neck to attention, siphoned ten years off my life, and threatened to claim my first child before I’d even found someone to conceive him with. Fajitas hit the floor, fists shot up, and instinctively I crouched, looking for the source of Satan’s cry. ~ Neil Marshall

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Friday, October 7, 2016

Monster Mash Blitz Day 5

 Dana Provo has always loved books and reads everything from young adult fantasy to adult historical romances. When she’s not reading or writing her next novel, Dana can be found riding her horses and getting ready for competition. Dana lives with her husband and two house plants in Richmond, Virginia.

Q&A With the Author:
4. What is your largest unfulfilled dream, and what are you doing to reach it? 
My largest unfulfilled dream is traveling the world. I've always wanted to visit several countries and I'm saving my pennies to do just that one day.  

5. What is the hardest thing you've ever done? 
The hardest thing I've ever had to do was writing this book. It takes a lot of dedication to finish writing and work to publish a book.   

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Orphaned at an early age, now twenty-four- year-old Camryn Lucks is ready to commit to find that special someone, and so accepts a date from a charming, gallant, handsome stranger. The last thing she imagines after accepting that first date with Carson would actually be the beginning of her worst nightmare.

Red roses, a reminder of her parents' killer, soon become an emblem of horror for Cami as one by one, those closest to her fall victim to a serial killer. Cami becomes an obsession for Carson, the man she had finally allowed herself to love. Not only is he vying for her heart, but also her life.

Finding herself in a whirlwind of torments shadowed by the blood-colored bloom, Cami finds solace in Isaac, a neighboring police officer. She’s desperate to escape the haunting memories, but she must revisit them in order to catch her would-be killer. Living life in constant fear has driven Cami to second-guess every choice she makes. Will the police catch the illusive murderer, or will Cami be forced to face him once again?

~ Amazon ~ Amazon UK


The silky voice of a man on his cell caught my attention. He was tall and debonair in his crisp, black suit with a red tie. I was drawn to him. The slight bend in his nose and his brown hair that reached his shoulders complemented his dark and wild eyes that seemed to hold a heavy secret.
He ended his call and tucked his cell into his pocket then turned to me. "It's quite a sight out here," he said, my ears melting to hear more of his velvety voice.
"Yes, it is. It's beautiful, but cold." I wrapped my arms around myself and hugged my torso.
"Are you waiting for the bus?" he asked. His hands were tucked in his black slacks, keeping warm from the bitter wind.
"I suppose so. To be honest, I don't think they are out tonight."
"Oh," he said, taking a few steps closer.
I felt the heat radiating off his body as he approached. My nose was in heaven as I caught the bold cologne he was wearing. It was just the right mix of musky and sweet. Even though I didn’t know his name, I was attracted to him and that scared me.
"I don’t mean to pry, but do you need a ride to wherever you are headed?" he asked, flashing a smile.
"Oh, um, I was just heading home. It's not too far. I can just walk." I looked up at him, then back at the heavy snowfall and mentally groaned.

"Let me take you home. I have a car. A woman like you shouldn’t be walking home alone at night, especially in this weather."

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Thursday, October 6, 2016

Monster Mash Blitz Day 4

Ashley was born and raised in Oklahoma, where the wind really does sweep down the plains, and horses and carriages aren't used as much as she'd like. When she's not writing (haha, like that EVER happens!), she's probably working out or pretending she's Sherlock Holmes. Her obsession with writing began after reading the Lord of the Rings in the eighth grade. Since then, she's loved everything Fantasy--resulting in an unhealthy obsession with the 'geek' tab on Pinterest, where all things awesome go. 

Author's Favourite things:

  • Tea & Tea Cups - I LOVE tea. I drink it a lot when I write. I mean one cup after the other. I stopped drinking coffee about two years ago, and well...replaced it. I also love tea cups. The one below is one I got from Windsor Castle!

  • Ireland - Dingle Peninsula
    Travel - I’ve been to Ireland, Peru, Italy, and London and France - in that order. I have always dreamed of traveling, and thankfully, I’ve gotten to do it! There are so many more places I want to go! In 2016, we are returning to London and France to explore more! We also would like to visit Greece!

    Peru - Machu Picchu

    England - Tower Bridge
    Rome - The Colosseum

  • Connecting with people who love my books! The feeling I get when I talk or chill with readers is just awesome. I mean, it's still a surreal feeling and I think it will always be, but I hope I can convey how grateful I am for every message, comment, and download of my book.

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    Notorious pirate Barren Reed has one thing on his mind: Revenge against the man who killed his father. So kidnapping his enemy's fiancĂ© seems a perfect plan…until he actually does it.

    Larkin Lee is more than a pretty face and fiancé to a powerful man. Her fierce personality is enough to make any pirate want to push her overboard.

    But when the King of the Orient comes to Barren with a task—to find the Bloodstone, a powerful gem thought only to exist in legend, Barren sees another opportunity to destroy his enemy. Together, Barren, Larkin and a crew of pirates set off to find the stone, only to discover it caused the death of Barren’s own mother and Larkin’s, too. As his strongest allies turn into his greatest enemies, and the life of the girl he kidnapped becomes more important than he ever dreamed, Barren’s quest for revenge becomes a fight to save the Orient.


    Barren Reed hopes to protect the Orient from his tyrant uncle, but his plans to make the King’s life a living hell aren’t supported by the Elders of the pirate community. As it stands, Barren has earned the Elders’ disdain for his carelessness, and they threaten him into exile if he makes one more mistake.

    Barren’s not the only one feeling the Elders’ wrath—they don’t trust Larkin either. Worse, Barren can’t comprehend Larkin’s wish to have a relationship with her father, and the secrets she’s forced to keep create a tension that may pull them apart forever.

    When the Pirates of Silver Crest begin to die, bullets laced with dark magic are to blame. With more and more of these weapons infiltrating the Underground, discovering who’s behind the dissemination is no easy feat. As fear and tension mount among the people of the Orient, Barren and his crew find themselves in a race against time to stop the spread of dark magic before the world of Mariana spirals into collapse.

    Cannon (coming soon!)

    The king is dead, the Network is destroyed, and Barren Reed has been exiled by the Elders of Silver Crest. To make matters worse, the black spot--a curse of dark magic--continues to devour him. It’s true purpose is still unknown, but one thing is certain: It will corrupt Barren in the worst way.

    With her greatest secret revealed, Larkin Lee flees Maris. Accused of slaying the king, there’s only one place to go--Silver Crest. But Barren isn’t happy to see her, and their reunion leaves more questions unanswered, including whether they have a future together.

    As Datherious rises in power, Barren and Larkin must work together to find the fifth Relic to complete the King’s Gold and prevent Datherious from obtaining control over dark magic, but the black spot has other ideas, and the closer they get to finding the final Relic, the more corrupt Barren becomes. Larkin finds herself in a head to head battle with the only man she’s ever loved and the reality is harsh--only one can walk away alive.


    A knock interrupted Cove’s thoughts and he uncurled the fingers he hadn’t realized he’d been clenching. He waited, expecting Camille to answer or enter the study any minute to tell him someone was here to see him. Though he didn’t have any appointments that he was aware of, it wasn’t unlikely for someone to drop by for a few moments.
    The knock sounded again. Camille and Nob must be busy, he thought. He strode into the foyer and opened the door.
    “Sara,” Cove took a step back, trying to stifle the surprise in his voice as he took in the woman at his door. She was Sara Rosamund—a friend, and the daughter of Frank Rosamund. Her sapphire blue eyes were painfully innocent and so kind, and set within the prettiest face, heart-shaped and fair-skinned. Her blond hair was pinned up in a bun, but she could never quite catch all the strands, as loose curls always managed to make their way free. Her lithe frame was draped in blue, a coat with black clasps kept her gown hidden, and white gloves covered her fragile hands. They’d grown up together, both having fathers in politics, and had spent many nights walking the gardens behind his house during balls and their fathers’ social calls.
    “What a surprise,” he gestured to his foyer. “Come in.”
    He closed the door behind her and as he turned to face her, Camille appeared from the hallway. “Apologies, Master Rowell,” she said, and then her eyes moved to Sara. “Ah! Miss Rosamund, it is good to see you!”
    She swept forward and took her hand. A warm smile spread across Sara’s face as she folded her hand over Camille’s. “You look as lovely as a flower!”
    “Camille,” Cove interrupted. They both turned to look at him, and he felt bad for halting their reunion. “Will you bring Miss Rosamund tea?”
    “Why yes, of course!” she said and patted Sara’s hand before running off toward the kitchen. An awkwardness fell between them in Camille’s absence.
    “Shall we sit?” Cove asked, indicating the open doors of his study. He permitted Sara to walk before him, feeling a little self-conscious at the clutter he’d allowed to overtake the space. She didn’t seem to mind and went straight for the chair she’d always claimed as hers, the one closest to the windows. His heart felt heavy as he recalled the many nights she’d sat there, staring out the unblocked windows, admiring the starry sky.
    “Does the daylight bother your work?” she asked, looking at the heavy curtains that now covered the windows. He hadn’t bothered to open them since returning from his adventure with Barren. Perhaps this space offered too many memories.
    “No, not usually,” he said. When she did not seem to like his response he added, “Though it does get warm in here with the windows unblocked.”
    She seemed to comprehend, mouthing ‘Oh’ in understanding, but silence fell between them again, and tension built. Why was this difficult? Things with Sara had never been difficult before.
    Camille brought tea. Any other time, her excited chatter would not bother Cove, but today he was feeling impatient. He had a long list of things to do to prepare for the ball, and there were pirates in his house. Not to mention Camille’s love for Sara was just a reminder of what once was.
    Camille left when the doorbell rang, and Cove was glad for it until silence filled the room again. For a while the clank of Sara’s cup and saucer sounded as she sipped tea. After a moment, she set the china aside.
    “I’m sorry if you are busy,” Sara said. She played with the hem of her sleeve, pulling it down over her hand. Cove watched the motion closely. It was a strange thing to think, but he’d never noticed that habit before. Was she nervous? “I know the ball is tonight, and I could have waited to speak with you then, but I wasn't certain I could catch you alone. I tried to call earlier in the week, but Camille said you were away,” she paused and finally met his gaze. Her sapphire eyes were so sincere. “You're gone so often now.”
    “It is the nature of my job,” he said. “As you well know.”
    “Yes,” she said with a hesitant smile. “I suppose, yet it was not so in the beginning.”
    “Times are changing. The sea is...unpredictable.”
    “Are you speaking of piracy?”
    He stared back at her, taking a sip of tea. “Yes, among other things,” he replied.
    “Oh, it is awful,” she said. “There were three men hanged in Maris just yesterday. I don’t understand why we must make a spectacle of a human’s life, no matter their transgressions.”
    “Many would argue pirates are not human.”
    “You don’t believe that, do you?” She stared at him, almost demanding.
    “I suppose it’s never mattered what I believed,” he said. He cleared his throat and stood. “But the news at sea won’t affect your plans, will it?”
    “Mine?” she was confused.
    “The wedding,” said Cove. “Ben’s campaign centers on piracy. I can’t imagine how he will balance the two—a new wife and his obsession.”
    She seemed surprised. “It’s not like you to be so cynical.”
    They stared at one another, and then Cove laughed. “You’ll forgive me, I did not intend to insult your beloved.”
    “Don’t,” she shuddered and took a breath. “Don’t apologize.”
    Cove had a feeling that’s not what the shudder was for.
    “We digress,” he took the moment to turn the conversation in a different direction and smiled politely at her. “What had you hoped to discuss in secrecy?”
    She cleared her throat and stood, smoothing out the folds of her dress and pulling down on the sleeves of her coat again.
    “I…,” she began, taking a breath, but she hesitated, twisting her fingers together. It was strange to see her like this, so changed. Had her engagement made her a different person? Or had Ben?
    “Sara,” Cove watched her as she spoke, and her eyes seemed to grow wider. “You can tell me anything.”
    She opened her mouth to speak, but looked away. “I just...I just wanted to say that I’m glad you’re back.”
    Cove raised a brow and stared. “Oh,” and there was silence.
    She curtsied. “I must go,” she said, and turned quickly to leave the study. Cove followed closely behind her.
    She reached the door when he called out, “Sara!” She turned around to face him, and suddenly he wasn’t sure what he had wanted to say. There was nothing he could say that would bring her back to him and nothing that could undo the decision she’d already made.
    “You will invite me to the wedding?”
    “Cove,” her voice was a whisper, and her eyes glazed with fresh tears. It might have disarmed him, but he had worked for a very long time to maintain the composure he had now. He reached behind her and opened the front door.
    “Have a good day, Sara.” His words were just above a whisper, and they urged her out the door. She turned and hurried to her waiting carriage. Cove watched it rattle off until he could see it no longer. When he closed the door and turned, he found Barren watching him from atop the stairs.

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