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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Blog Tour + #Giveaway: Memories of Ash by Intisar Khanani @BooksByIntisar @chapterxchapter



Title: Memories of Ash
Series: The Sunbolt Chronicles, Book Two
Author: Intisar Khanani
Cover Designer: Jenny Zemanek
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Release Date: May 30, 2016
Publisher: Purple Monkey Press


In the year since she cast her sunbolt, Hitomi has recovered only a handful of memories. But the truths of the past have a tendency to come calling, and an isolated mountain fastness can offer only so much shelter. When the High Council of Mages summons Brigit Stormwind to stand trial for treason, Hitomi knows her mentor won’t return—not with Arch Mage Blackflame behind the charges.

Armed only with her magic and her wits, Hitomi vows to free her mentor from unjust imprisonment. She must traverse spell-cursed lands and barren deserts, facing powerful ancient enchantments and navigating bitter enmities, as she races to reach the High Council. There, she reunites with old friends, planning a rescue equal parts magic and trickery.

If she succeeds, Hitomi will be hunted the rest of her life. If she fails, she’ll face the ultimate punishment: enslavement to the High Council, her magic slowly drained until she dies.


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Excerpt:

There’s something powerful about being high up on a roof, a great shimmering expanse of lake off to the side, forested mountains rising to frame the wide blue swath of sky. With each swing of the hammer, each nail driven home to hold a shingle in place, I feel my blood thrum through my veins. Despite the lake breeze that cools me, my tunic sticks to my back, the taste of salt on my lips. Even as my arms tire, each swing of the hammer weighing heavier, I don’t want to stop. It’s a temporary magic, if you can call it magic at all.

The cottage remains quiet as the sun continues to creep toward noon. I descend from the roof once to refill my flask from the bucket Stormwind left. I can detect the faint murmur of voices, but with the door closed, I cannot catch the words themselves, nor can I hear any better crouched beneath the shuttered windows. It isn’t until just past noon, my rooftop magic grown threadbare and the muscles of my arms aching, that Stormwind comes outside.

“Hikaru!” She steps around the corner carrying a bowl of stew.

I clamber down, hammer in hand. Stormwind tips her head toward the cottage, her brow furrowed and her pale eyes steely. “How goes the roof?”

“Not too bad.” I ladle water from the bucket to rinse my hands. Is the mage listening, or is she simply warning me to exercise caution? “What about your visitor?”

“He is High Mage Harith Stonefall.”

I raise my brows in question.

“He’s one of the High Council’s best rogue hunters.”

“You’re a rogue?” I can’t keep the disbelief from my voice. It seems about as likely as her spontaneously breaking into song and dancing across the surface of the lake.

“The Council sent him because they expected I would be hard to find. They do not wish to waste their time looking.”

I stand still, water dripping from my fingertips. To my knowledge, Stormwind has had nothing to do with the Council since I arrived here. “What does the High Council want from you?”

“Stonefall brought a summons. I must go back with him at once.” The words are as abrupt and sharp as the crack of lake ice in the night. I experience a plummeting moment of nausea. Then I take the bowl from her and sit down cross-legged with it. A summons could mean anything. It’s what she hasn’t said, the things her expression won’t let slip, that worry me.

“What do they want?” I repeat softly.

She stares down at the dirt by our feet. “I’ve been charged.”

“With?”

She raises her gaze to me. The hollowness of her eyes has a familiarity that reaches back into the ashes of my past. It is a look that has no place in this quiet valley. 
“Treason.”


Guest Post:

What is your writing process? For instance do you do an outline first? Do you do the chapters first?

I usually take a few days with a new idea rattling around in my head before I start typing—it takes that long to get an idea of what the heck is going on in there. Then, unless it’s a short story, I write a 2-3 page synopsis describing the main characters and the overall arc of the story. I’ll usually let this gel a bit, going back to it a few times until I like the sound of it. Then I write the novel, usually sequentially. I have tried jumping around, but that invariably backfires when it comes to revision time (since I can’t have included later on what I hadn’t written yet). The only time I jump ahead is when I’m having trouble with a transition and I just go ahead to the next scene in order to maintain my writing momentum.

Once I’m done with the first draft, it’s always fun to go back and look at what happened. The beginning tends to look a lot like the synopsis, the middle has some similarities, and the end is it’s own beast. By the time I finish revisions, the synopsis rarely has anything to do with the story. But it’s usually a whole lot better, so I’m happy. I’m not really sure what you call that process…

The revision process is its own beast, and while a draft can take me anywhere from two weeks to a year, revision usually takes a minimum of a year and often much longer. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to tighten that up, but when I say revision, I’m talking about at least 3-4 rounds of revisions, including a minimum of two rounds with beta readers, so it is a significant endeavour. My final round is a line edit with the help of a copyeditor, and just that can take 2-3 months. The best method I’ve found for myself the revision side of the writing process is the post-it note method—I write each change I need to make down on a post it note and stick it in a notebook in sequential order. Then, as I go through the book, I can mark off what I’ve done, moving post-it notes to the back of the book, until I end up with a gloriously empty front of the book, and a nice heavy mash of notes at the back. I think you can tell that’s an inordinately happy moment for me. :)


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The winding streets and narrow alleys of Karolene hide many secrets, and Hitomi is one of them. Orphaned at a young age, Hitomi has learned to hide her magical aptitude and who her parents really were. Most of all, she must conceal her role in the Shadow League, an underground movement working to undermine the powerful and corrupt Arch Mage Wilhelm Blackflame.

When the League gets word that Blackflame intends to detain—and execute—a leading political family, Hitomi volunteers to help the family escape. But there are more secrets at play than Hitomi’s, and much worse fates than execution. When Hitomi finds herself captured along with her charges, it will take everything she can summon to escape with her life.






Intisar Khanani grew up a nomad and world traveler. Born in Wisconsin, she has lived in five different states as well as in Jeddah on the coast of the Red Sea. She first remembers seeing snow on a wintry street in Zurich, Switzerland, and vaguely recollects having breakfast with the orangutans at the Singapore Zoo when she was five. She currently resides in Cincinnati, Ohio, with her husband and two young daughters.

Until recently, Intisar wrote grants and developed projects to address community health with the Cincinnati Health Department, which was as close as she could get to saving the world. Now she focuses her time on her two passions: raising her family and writing fantasy.  Intisar's current projects include a companion trilogy to Thorn, following the heroine introduced in her free short story The Bone Knife, and The Sunbolt Chronicles, an epic series following a street thief with a propensity to play hero when people need saving, and her nemesis, a dark mage intent on taking over the Eleven Kingdoms.



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Release Blitz: Mystery Man in the Leather Hat by Lisa Acerbo @Apocalipstick_ @RABTBookTours



Middle school mystery
Date Published: June 15, 2016

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Three days of vacation. Two stepsisters. One mystery involving a ghost dressed in a leather hat, suit, and boots. 

Dominique and Jessica had no idea what awaited them during a weekend vacation with their parents. They expected fun and excitement, but instead ran into a ghost and a mystery. 

Long ago in Connecticut, a man in a patched leather suit and hat roamed the countryside, living in caves for more than thirty years. Carrying a sack, pipe, and prayer book, the man came to be known as the Old Leather Man. His death came with the blizzard of 1889, but who could have guess that he would return to haunt the stepsisters. 

A stolen wallet, a threatening anonymous letter, and a ghostly visit force the stepsisters into late-night sleuthing, all to uncover the history of the Old Leather Man. Can these teen detectives find the truth before the Old Leather Man’s ghost returns for good? 


EXCERPT

Dominique shivered outside the bookstore, feeling alone, tired and battered by a negative wind chill that was normal for Connecticut in October. Her tingling, numb fingers agreed. 

This sad bookstore situation was a waste of time and revealed to Dominique how little her stepsister, Jessica, understood the idea of family love and bonding. Dominique was not a reader. Didn’t Jess recognize that more than ten minutes inside a bookstore was much, much too long? 

Twenty minutes earlier, Dominique had entered the store with Jess. The walls were colorful, lined with every type of reading material imaginable. She had followed Jessica to the teen section, standing idle. 

“I’m leaving,” Dominique said after ten minutes of complaining. 

“Five more minutes,” Jess had begged. “Look, they have the next book in the series I’m reading.” 

“I’m so happy for you, but you’ve used your five minutes plus some.” Dominique’s brown eyes flashed with annoyance, the light in the store highlighting the green flecks in them. Spinning around, her long dark hair whipped against her shoulders as she executed a neat turn and walked quickly through the store. She made a happy whistling sound as she exited the front door. 

Twenty minutes was a long time in the cold. Outside, becoming more frostbit every moment, Dominique’s frustration leaked into her not so nice thoughts. For anyone other than Jessica, her rapid exit would have been a huge hint to hurry up and follow, but Jessica remained inside reading. 

Dominique wanted to open the front door again and scream, “Stop looking through the dumb books,” but yelling might not have gone over well with all the quiet, bookworm type people. Judging by the constant ticking of seconds echoing from Dominique’s bright orange Timex watch on her wrist, she was reminded how long she’d been left waiting in what felt like sub-zero temperatures. It didn’t matter much what Dominique did or said. Her stepsister, as usual, ignored her. 

To occupy herself, she eyed the books on display in the front window of the bookstore, skimming the titles. She ignored most of them, until an ugly face on the cover of a book of Connecticut Legends looked back at her. She couldn’t help but stare. The man pictured was round and his bulky brown leather suit made him seem monstrous. Eyes peeked out from under a large, round leather cap, focused on something beyond the photographer. A hand rested at his mouth, as if he might be shy. Fascinated by his odd appearance, she wondered who he was. 

Long overdue, Jessica came out the door, a smile playing on her lips, blue eyes shining with happiness. “That was so fun,” Jess told Dominique. “I got the next series I’m reading and found a great book on dating and love. You have to read it after I’m done.” 

Boys flocked to Jess, who had already started dating at the age of thirteen. 

“Yeah, sure,” Dominique preferred horses to boys and could not imagine that ever changing. 

Even with Jessica’s company, Dominique could tell this was going to be a long, dull weekend filled with the boring events her parents called culture and entertainment.



About the Author

Lisa Acerbo is a high school teacher and adjunct instructor at the college level, holding an EdD in Educational Leadership. This is her fourth novel. In addition to writing fiction, she has contributed to local newspapers, news and travel blogs including The Patch and Hollywood Scriptwriter. She lives in Connecticut with her husband, two daughters, three cats, dog, and horse.

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Release Blitz: Atlas by Alison Ryan @AlisonRyanBooks @starange13






  Title: Atlas
Series: Billionaire Titans #1
By: Alison Ryan
Publication Date: June 7, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations






Atlas Titan isn't your typical billionaire heir.

He defied the expectations of his tycoon father and well-heeled, affluent family by becoming a Navy SEAL and later a clandestine operative for the darkest government agencies.

He thought he'd left that world behind for a Bay Area start-up with his brothers, but a man's past has a way of catching up with him.

I'm Piper Kipton. I'm on the run from my own mistakes, and there's only one man who can protect me from them. And he just so happens to be 6'5 with rugged good looks and a penchant for making me weak at his touch.

Brought together by unfortunate circumstances, Atlas will do everything in his power to protect me from the dangers that lurk beyond the guarded walls of our luxury digs. But who will protect us from our forbidden desire for one another?

Atlas says it's a waste of time to wish for a better past. Little do we both know- the secrets of our pasts might be the only way we can possibly have a future.




Alison Ryan is a romance author who lives with her husband and sons in a southern kind of heaven. She loves books about love, watching too much Bravo, and good bourbon. Not always in that order.



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Virtual Book Tour + #Giveaway: Friend of the Devil by Mark Spivak @GoddessFish



Friend of the Devil
by Mark Spivak
GENRE:  Thriller (Culinary)

BLURB:


In 1990 some critics believe that America’s most celebrated chef, Joseph Soderini di Avenzano, cut a deal with the Devil to achieve fame and fortune. Whether he is actually Bocuse or Beelzebub, Avenzano is approaching the 25th anniversary of his glittering Palm Beach restaurant, Chateau de la Mer, patterned after the Michelin-starred palaces of Europe.

Journalist David Fox arrives in Palm Beach to interview the chef for a story on the restaurant’s silver jubilee. He quickly becomes involved with Chateau de la Mer’s hostess, unwittingly transforming himself into a romantic rival of Avenzano. The chef invites Fox to winter in Florida and write his authorized biography. David gradually becomes sucked into the restaurant’s vortex: shipments of cocaine coming up from the Caribbean; the Mafia connections and unexplained murder of the chef’s original partner; the chef’s ravenous ex-wives, swirling in the background like a hidden coven. As his lover plots the demise of the chef, Fox tries to sort out hallucination and reality while Avenzano treats him like a feline’s catnip-stuffed toy.

EXCERPT:

The two young men emerged from the woods onto Highway 49. There were no street lamps, and Joseph was grateful for the moonlight. Slowly and deliberately, they walked toward the intersection of Highway 61. When they got to the Crossroads, the site was unremarkable: a small general store, a gas station, and miles of desolate blackness stretching in every direction.

“Here you go, baby.” Willy stopped a few hundred yards from the intersection and turned to face Joseph. “You on your own. Can’t take you closer than this.”

“Where are you headed?”

“As far away as I can git,” he laughed, “as fast as I can git there.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.”

“Well, this wasn’t no charity. You know that.”

“Even so.”

“You got some questions?”

“What do I do? Just walk up there and wait?”

“You won’t be waitin’ long,” said Willy. “The man’ll be along shortly. You don’t need no business card, neither. Trust me on that.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll be fine.” Willy studied him carefully. “Shoot, you look like you don’t got a care in the world.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m here for a reason, of my own free will.”

“I understand.” He patted Joseph on the arm. “You look me up when you open your restaurant, hear?”

“I will.” He watched Willy head back for the woods. “I definitely will.”

“I’ll be here,” Willy called over his shoulder.

Guest Post:

Ideal Writing Space

I don’t think there’s any such thing as an ideal writing space. You may be fortunate enough to have a large, comfortable office or a splendid view, but those things will not make you a better writer.

What will make you a better writer, of course, is what goes on inside your head, and that must be nurtured. I believe the best way to nurture it is to create and insulate an inner space that is separate from reality, part fantasy world and part incubation chamber. For that reason, we don’t have a land line at home. I don’t own a smart phone, and I don’t send or receive text messages. I pay no attention to my cell phone: the ringer is permanently off, and I might look at it once or twice a day to see if anyone has called. You’re not going to be able to create that mental space if you’re staring at a phone all day. If you work on a computer, as many of us do, there will be more than enough temptations and distractions.

Once you establish that space, it will always be there as a source of inspiration and comfort.  It will inevitably separate you from others, but that’s the price you (and they) pay. My wife may think I’m far away at times, and she’s right. But she knew the drill when she married me.

Other than daydreaming and fantasizing during the day, I find it very useful to withdraw into that space right before I go to sleep. It allows me to think about the plot of my current project and enables the characters to act out on their own. Frequently I find myself right back in that space as soon as I wake up.

Years ago, I used to be very sensitive to distractions in my environment. Now I find that I can write anywhere, and under most conditions. I still prefer a quiet room, but I’m less bothered by interruptions. Once you have that mental space firmly establish, you can walk the dog or go to the grocery store and focus on your work at the same time.



AUTHOR BIO:


Mark Spivak is an award-winning writer specializing in wine, spirits, food, restaurants and culinary travel. He was the wine writer for the Palm Beach Post from 1994-1999, and was honored by the Academy of Wine Communications for excellence in wine coverage “in a graceful and approachable style.” Since 2001 has been the Wine and Spirits Editor for the Palm Beach Media Group; his running commentary on the world of food, wine and spirits is available at the Global Gourmet blog on www.palmbeachillustrated.com. He is the holder of the Certificate and Advanced diplomas from the Court of Master Sommeliers.

Mark’s work has appeared in National Geographic Traveler, Robb Report, Men’s Journal, Art & Antiques, the Continental and Ritz-Carlton magazines, Arizona Highways and Newsmax. He is the author of Iconic Spirits: An Intoxicating History (Lyons Press, 2012) and Moonshine Nation: The Art of Creating Cornbread in a Bottle (Lyons Press, 2014). His first novel, Friend of the Devil, is published by Black Opal Books.





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Book Blast + #Giveaway: The Healer’s Rune by Lauricia Matuska @LauriciaMatuska @GoddessFish



The Healer’s Rune
by Lauricia Matuska
GENRE: Fantasy

BLURB:

Three hundred years after a great war shattered the Council of Races, the warriors of Rüddan have all but eradicated their cousins, the faerie Aethel. In so doing, they decimated the Dryht sages and enslaved mortal Humanity. Now a voice rises above the chaos and calls her people to rebel. Young Sabine, one of the Human slaves, must learn to overcome centuries of lies and prejudice to forge an alliance between four enemy races. But what chance does she stand to overthrow the Rüddan with her dangerous secret, a secret that threatens not only her own life but the existence of all the races on the planet?

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EXCERPT:

A tall, slender figure stood before the wall, a dim shadow outlined in sharp angles by the golden light.  Prompted by some silent cue, it stepped into the light and seemed to shrink, as if walking away.  Suddenly, it disappeared, and the yellow light began to fade.  Before Sabine knew what was happening, the glow winked out so abruptly that bright spots danced through her vision.  She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

When she could see once more, the wall looked normal, each brick placed upon another in its ordinary manner.
         
Magic!  Sabine began to tremble.


AUTHOR BIO:

Lauricia Matuska has taught high school literature and creative writing classes for more than ten years. She first discovered the realm of fantasy by traveling with Lucy through the wardrobe to Narnia. Since then, she has established dual-residency between that world and this one, and she currently serves as an ambassador to contemporary youth and young adults. The Healer’s Rune is the first novel in her Ceryn Roh trilogy.

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