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Monday, November 9, 2015

Special interview with paranormal romance author Amy McKinley

I have a special interview with paranormal romance author Amy McKinley today.

As she does a virtual book tour for her novel Hidden, Amy will be awarding a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice) gift card to a lucky randomly drawn winner. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit her other tour stops and enter there, too.

Bio:
Amy McKinley is a freelance writer and author. She lives in Illinois with her husband, their four talented teenagers, and three mischievous cats. Her debut novel, Hidden is the first in the Five Fates Series. 

Welcome, Amy. Please tell us about Hidden.
Hidden is the first book in the Five Fates Series and I’m so excited for its release!

Half-demon, half-goddess, Jade’s fate makes her a pawn in an epic battle among the gods. Hidden on Earth with her sisters, she successfully avoids the Oneiroi—the dream gods—bent on her destruction until the prophecy, long dormant, awakens a dark shadow within her.

Roen, a reclusive Worr demon known for his battles against the Oneiroi, is called to protect Jade. Together they must unlock their mysterious connection and find a way to beat back destiny. Can she outsmart the prophecy, change her fate, and find love—even when she learns who is connected to her destruction?


Excerpt from Hidden:
Hades kissed his wife, Persephone, one last time before reluctantly relinquishing her above ground, where her mother impatiently waited.

“Behave while I’m gone, Hades.” Persephone traced a pink-kissed nail along her husband’s dark jawline.

He was loathe to shave too often as the rough stubble against her skin excited her. “Six months is ridiculously long,” he murmured against her lush lips. “Find a way to meet me at the meadow.”

Mischief danced in her eyes as she stepped onto the boat which would ferry her along the River Styx, leading her out of the Underworld. “It’s a date,” she purred, blowing her husband a sultry kiss.

That woman slays me. He watched until she was out of sight. Once his bride was gone, his attention returned to his beloved Underworld and the current state it was in.

Hades leapt onto his chariot. A resounding crack split the air as he commanded his four black horses to lead him past boiling lava pits and stalagmites to the deepest, fiery pits of the abyss—Tartarus.

Creatures scampered out of his way. Fallen angels and demons went about their business—lest they draw his anger—as he thundered past. Tormented screams echoed off cavernous walls and pools of fiery despair. His pulse roared in his veins. He reveled at what he was about to see…

The Fates’ curse had begun.

Reining his steeds to a halt, he dismounted, his black boots crunching on a mixture of bones and jagged pieces of rock. Amidst the prisons, the things of nightmares tortured imprisoned souls.

A laugh rumbled up from his gut and rolled out. He threw back his head then ran his hands through his black hair, freeing it from its tie. Pers wasn’t here right now, due to his brother, Zeus’s, acquiescence to Demeter.

Hades ignored the slow burn in his chest at the thought of his wife being gone for six long months and focused on the game of persecuting his brother instead, for he knew a thing or two about Aiesa’s offspring that Zeus did not.

An ear-splitting scream rent the air, snapping Hades out of his thoughts. New souls.

He knew who sent them. Although he benefitted from so many entering his domain, his brother would not be happy.

What a perfect time to pay Zeus a visit.


Do you ever wish you were someone else? Who?
Yes and no. I’m happy with so many aspects of my life. I have a wonderful family. But I do wish I looked like Angelina Jolie or Kate Hudson with the magical powers of Tabitha on Bewitched.

What did you do on your last birthday?
Ha! Sometimes I can’t even remember what I did yesterday with how busy my family is. One thing we always do is spend the day together. I love that. On my last birthday we made fondue and went to the movies.

What part of the writing process do you dread?
There are a few things I dread. A draggy middle, a transitional scene that’s slow, or a character I’m just not connecting with. That’s when I step back and do a character sketch and get to know the one that’s giving me such a hard time. Usually after spending an hour, or even a few days, everything clicks into place. And for the draggy middle and scenes that just aren’t working? Revise, revise, and revise!

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?
Absolutely! I listen to music while I write, which is funny because the playlists are on a loop and drive some members of my family crazy (Well, one is a writer too, so she gets it.). The thing is, I don’t really hear the songs after a while. They end up fading into the background and then I’m in a writer’s zone with music that corresponds to the mood of the scene.

So when I’m in writer’s block, I change the music and sometimes that shakes things up enough for me to begin again. If not, I may go for a walk.

Anything else you’d like to share with the readers?

I love connecting with my readers. I can be reached through these social media avenues:

Thank you, Amy!

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Friday, June 21, 2013

Promo for YA novel Hidden by M. Lathan

Today is a promotional stop for the YA fantasy novel Hidden author M. Lathan. This is the first in her Hidden series.

M is offering a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner's choice) gift card giveaway. Use the form below to enter for a chance to win. For more chances to win, visit other tour stops and enter there, too.

In addition to other tour stops that offer interviews and guest posts, you can find out more on Twitter with #GF_Hidden, too.

Blurb:  
Sixteen-year-old Leah Grant has given up on being normal. She’d settle for stopping the voices in her head, intrusive visions of the future, and better odds of making it to her seventeenth birthday.

That’s the thing about pretending to be human in a world where magic used to exist – at any moment, her cover could be blown and she’ll be burned to death like the rest of the witches.

Everything changes when she loses control of her powers and flees the orphanage she grew up in. She desperately wants to be invisible but finds her face plastered on every news channel as humans panic over the possible resurgence of her kind. And now the hunters won’t give up until they find her.
Making friends for the first time in her life and falling in love with one of them drives her to discover why she is unlike any being she’s ever met – human or otherwise. The dangerous powers inside of her that would repel Nathan, her new, handsome reason for living, are priceless to some. The locked up forever kind of priceless. And to others, they are too dangerous to allow her to live.

Let’s hope she can stay hidden.

Excerpt:
A far second to oranges, the song I sang in the shower every night had a way of soothing me. More than anything, it made me tired enough to fall asleep. With Whitney gone, I didn’t have to whisper it.
The stars are out,
It’s time for bed.
Now close your eyes,
And rest your head.
May angels shield you with their wings,
As you dream your little angel dreams.
I didn’t recall composing that song, but apparently, I used to think I was good and perfect like the angels. I knew better now.
I stepped out of the shower and tugged a brush through my unruly brown tangles. I stared into the mirror over the sink as I started the song again. My skin screamed winter. I should be a warmer tan; I looked less creepy in the summer. Maybe that was why the girls had been digging into me so hard. I looked rather witchy. The unease that made them mock me was probably their souls warning them, urging them to notice I was different and dangerous.
At my worst, it feels like the fire that could easily shoot from my palm is raging inside of me. My heart picks up, more than when I’m scared. It pounds, I can’t hear. My blood dances, taunting me, begging me to hurt whoever’s hurt me. And I know that I can. I feel that I can.
But I don’t. I breathe and pray and let the magic cool.

Author information:
M. Lathan lives in San Antonio with her husband and mini-schnauzer. She enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and a Masters in Counseling. Her passion is a blend of her two interests – creating new worlds and stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys reading anything with interesting characters and writing in front of a window while asking rhetorical questions … like her idol Carrie Bradshaw.  

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