Monday, June 23, 2014

Book Blast for Never Fall For A Warlock by Marilyn Vix

AUTHOR NAME: Marilyn Vix

BOOK TITLE: Never Fall For A Warlock (Beware of Warlock Series #2)

Catherine has taken a chance on love. Another warlock has turned up in her life. Can she handle the new Aussie, Jeff? Or is there something better around the corner? Confused between her husband cheating and a new flavor of warlock, Catherine runs out to find other options in the town famous for luck, Las Vegas. She runs straight into an exotic dancer named Liam. Irish, gorgeous, and James Bond flavored, he might be the answer to her no warlock plan. But Liam might be the forbidden fruit that could lead Catherine down a dangerous path. Will she run back to Jeff before it’s too late? 

Warning: This paranormal romance novelette contains some heated intimate scenes that are for ages 18 and older. Length: 16,000 words.

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Marilyn Vix is an Indie Romance novelist working on different romance novel projects. Having had experience with other Indie books, Marilyn is trying her hand at her secret passion, romance writing. It is a grand experiment, armed with editor and laptop, that will progress over the next few months. Dappling in Time Travel and Paranormal Romances, Marilyn is going to see where her passion takes her. Hopefully the Top Bestsellers lists.

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The Lady Quill Chronicles AUTHOR – D.D. Chant

GENRE – Historical Fiction PUBLICATION 

DATE – July 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 107,500 

PUBLISHER – Self Published 


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Dear Reader, My next story begins with Valrek, where Lord Rafe and Lady Adele’s arrival was cause for much celebration and rejoicing. However, Finan of Gourney, Rafe’s foster brother and the captain of Valrek’s army, could not help a lingering feeling of worry. Were Rafe and Adele truly safe from Lord Kyule’s hate? As Finan fights the shadows in his past, he must face the added problem of Lady Esme, Rafe’s sister. Used to keeping his distance from the ladies of Valrek, circumstance forces him to bear Lady Esme constant company. As danger and treachery envelops them both, Finan and Esme find themselves drawn together to fight for their loved ones. What secrets will they unearth in their search for the truth? Will they find their stories to be more closely linked than either of them ever knew? Allow me please to answer these questions. Lady Quill


EXCERPT Finan lay perfectly still on the bed and listened to the wood crackling and spitting in the fire. Esme was seated beside the flames, her head bent over her task. Finan had been ignoring her for so long that he had given himself a headache. Why couldn’t she just leave him in peace? She sat completely unconcerned and carefully set feathers to the wooden shaft of arrow after arrow. He was thankful at least that she was accomplishing some task more useful than garish embroidery. The sound of the spiting flames made him restless. Every pop caused him to tense and the acrid smell of smoke brought a gagging sensation to his throat. He wondered vaguely if he would ever be able to sit beside a fire and simply enjoy its warmth ever again. Would the nightmares continue to plague him? He shuddered involuntarily remembering the fear for Rafe’s safety and the overall impression that something was wrong. He had tried to ignore the memories, pushing them to the edges of his mind, but they refused to be quelled. Finally he had faced the fear and realised that the consequences of the night he was injured were far from over. He thought back to the fiery room, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relive every horrible detail. There could be no denying the truth; the fire had not been an accident. Even that night, with worry for Rafe taking up almost every thought, he had seen the truth. There had been no trailing flames from the fire, they had be concentrated around Rafe’s bed in a very suspicious manner. The furniture in the room had been moved to block in the bed, as though someone had been trying to make sure that even if Rafe did wake, he would not be able to escape. Who within Valrek’s wall would lift their hand against their master? It was not possible that an enemy had breached Valrek’s defences, he would stake his life on his men’s conscientiousness. Nothing passed through Valrek’s wall without detection, not so much as a mouse. Was it possible that it had been Rafe that, through his own carelessness, had started the fire? He had been the worse for wear, having imbibed more freely than was his custom of the mead served at the feast. Finan shook his head, he couldn’t believe it. Rafe was far too competent a soldier to make such a mistake, however drunk he might have been. Years of admonitions drilled care within a soldier when it came to dealing with fire. That meant it had been deliberate. As unthinkable as it was, someone with Valrek’s wall wanted Rafe dead. “What is it?” Esme’s voice held a slightly exasperated note and Finan pretended sleep. He had no wish to speak to her, in fact he was fast coming to the conclusion that she was the most irritating of her sex. Had he been in a more generous frame of mind he would have realised that he knew several far more unpleasant woman. However Finan was feeling out of charity with the world in general and Esme most especially. “I know you are awake, Finan, is there anything you require?” Finan gritted his teeth against the retort that sprang to his lips and forced himself to remain calm. He was an easy tempered man usually, but the constant pain had shredded his tolerance completely. However losing his temper had not helped him so far and it galled him to let Esme know how badly she affected his equilibrium. “I need nothing, my lady.” Cool fingers touched his brow and he opened his eyes to find her beside him. A worried frown touched her face and her lips formed the thoughtful pout that was becoming so familiar. It was an endearing habit he remembered from her childhood, but it irritated him horribly now. More worrying was the fact that he hadn’t heard her move. A man that prided himself on his ability to hear even the stealthiest of approaches and he had not been aware. He blamed lady Esme’s addiction to the manly pursuit of hunting for the silence with which she moved. “You do not seem fevered,” she mused aloud, transferring her hand from his brow to his cheek and then to his neck. Finan felt and uncomfortable churning in his stomach, as though Brute had almost succeeded in unseating him. “I am well enough, you need not concern yourself with me.” Esme grinned. “What an odd sort of healer I would be if I did not concern myself with my patients comfort.” She smoothed the hair back from his brow. “What troubles you, Finan?” For the first time Finan noticed the dark circles around her eyes and the tired stiffness pervading her body. Had she slept at all last night? He had very little recollection of his nights rest, but he clearly remembered hearing her soothing voice each time he had regained some lucidity of thought. An uncomfortable guilt washed over him. Lady Esme had seen to his wounds and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. That he had not wanted her help did not excuse the rudeness of his behaviour. “Is it Evoric?” Esme gazed forthrightly in to his eyes, her words as unadorned as Rafe’s always were. The only sign that she was uneasy with her question, was the way her work roughened finger traced the edge of the furs covering the bed. “Why do you ask that?” “You spoke of him last night when you were feverish.” “I did?” Panic raced through his veins. What had he said? Worse, what unmanly feelings had he betrayed? “You still miss him as violently as though his death had occurred just yesterday, do you not?” “He was my brother.” “He was my brother too.” “Tis not the same.” Esme gazed at him unwaveringly for a few moments, chewing her bottom lip. “Perhaps that is so, but it does not change the fact that I love and miss him as well.” Finan did not answer her, his heart had begun to thump uncomfortably in his chest. He did not wish to talk of Evoric, to remember his pain. It was still too raw, over the years he had managed to bury his memories so deep he could almost believe on occasion that he had rid himself of them completely. Concealing his hurt from the world gave him some relief. Yet ever since Rand had re-entered their lives, forcing them to revisit old wounds, the protective wall he had built had begun to crumble. After last night it lay in ruins about him, freeing his agony to consume him once more. The years that had passed had not provided him with any more defences against its onslaught than he had possessed in youth. He worried had no strength to pull himself from the mire of his despair a second time. It had been years since he had dreamed of Evoric. Years of precarious, uneasy peace that he had grown accustom to, that had been his salvation as a boy. Now it was gone and Esme was prodding the festering wound it had exposed. “Finan, will you not tell me? Perhaps I can help?” “Why? Why should I tell you? Why should I rip my soul apart just so that your curiosity can be appeased?” demanded Finan, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Who wants you to understand? Who wants your help?” As he spoke, he stood, advancing on her slowly. Apprehension danced in her eyes but she remained defiant, her eyes never breaking contact with his. Every step she retreated before him was diffident, until he had her backed against the wall. “Why must you always seek to interfere in my affairs? You have no right and you are greatly mistaken if you suppose I welcome your meddling.” Esme lifted a hand and carefully placed it against a healthy and undamaged patch of skin on his chest. He looked down, surprised at her touch and the firmness with which she pushed him back a step. For a long while they looked at each other in silence, her large eyes filled with compassion. It shook him, for he had expected, wanted, to scare her, hoping she would run from him as she had once before. “I only wish for you to heal, Finan. Evoric would not want you to be alone and filled with misery and sadness any longer. I cannot watch you despair and suffer like this. Your grief is a poison spreading through you, an agony you bear in silence. You must learn to let it go.” “How am I to let it go? Must I forget Evoric? Would you be able to let go if you were to lose Rafe?” An inflection of pain crossed her features but he steeled himself against the regret burning through his veins. “I would hope there would be a friend with whom I could share my sadness, someone who would comfort me.” “Am I to gather that you wish to be such a person to me?” taunted Finan coldly. Anger simmered in her eyes but she refused to be bated. “I think that Rafe or Leofric would be more suitable friends to choose. You can at least bear their company.” Her bracing words were free from accusation but for some reason he still felt as though he’d been slapped.
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Hi everyone! My name is Dee Dee, I’m twenty seven and I live in a beautiful part of Devon, England, with my family. I have a younger sister, Amy, who is a brilliant guitar player, some chickens, duck, geese, pheasants, a cat (that adopted us when we moved in!!!) dogs and some Koi. The Lady Quill Chronicles is one of three series that I'm in the middle of writing. I have a post apocalyptic series (the Broken City series, I released the 2nd book in February of this year) and a dystopian series (The Chronicles of Discord). I also have a series of humorous shorts, the Claire series. I really hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them. I love reading and have a kindle: I'll read almost anything with adventure and romance in it! I also like to cook and wear impractical high heels!!! And as you might have noticed I have a horrible addiction to exclamation marks!!!



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Children of Lubrochius
by Matthew D.Ryan

The vampire, Lucian val Drasmyr, has been defeated, but not destroyed: Now he serves another evil: Korina Bolaris, a young and gifted sorceress bent on subverting the power structure of Drisdak. Only Coragan of Esperia can hope to stop them. But is even he prepared to face the dark cult who claims her as their own: the Children of Lubrochius?

 EXCERPT The first, a muscular man named Gilliad, wore brown trousers and a studded leather shirt. He had a rugged face with freckles and curly brown hair. Nearly thirty years old, he served Auraria, Goddess of the Sun and Morning, a deity renowned for mercy, kindness, and an unwavering devotion to destroying undead.
The second priest, a priestess, rather, a brown-skinned woman named Agyrra Bloodfang, wore a cape, trousers, and a shirt of scale mail—all black. She was a high-ranking Sitharone: a priestess of the Snake Queen Khalia, one of the great powers of lofty Limbo. At her side, her free hand seemed ever-poised above the bone handle of one of the two daggers she wore on her belt.       
“Your missive said you needed my church’s assistance,” Gilliad said, sliding toward the table and placing his drink down. He toyed with the head of the silver mace at his side.       
“As well as mine,” Agyrra said, her voice like a whispered threat: low, but edged.       
“Indeed, we do,” Regecon said. “I will let the Mistress of the Earth explain.” He motioned to Ambrisia. Then, regardless of the fact that all the others still stood, he pulled out a chair, gathered his red orange robes about himself, and sat. “I give you the floor, Earth Mistress.”       
Agyrra and Gilliad turned to look at Ambrisia while Porthion followed Regecon’s example and sat. Ambrisia nodded to Regecon to acknowledge his introduction, then proceeded to launch into a short speech she had prepared welcoming their two guests, and praising the congenial relationship scholarly wizards and priests had enjoyed in ages past. Then, she got to the meat of the matter. “Perhaps you heard recently that our guild confronted and destroyed a very old, very powerful vampire?”

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Matthew D. Ryan is a published author living in upstate New York on the shores of Lake Champlain. Mr. Ryan has a background in philosophy, mathematics, and computer science. He has a black belt in the martial arts and studies yoga. He has been deeply involved in the fantasy genre for most of his life as a reader, writer, and game designer. He is the operator of the web-site which features his blog, “A Toast to Dragons,”a blog dedicated to fantasy literature, and, to a lesser extent, sci-fi. Mr. Ryan says he receives his inspiration from his many years as an avid role-player and fantasy book reader. He has spent many long hours devising adventures and story-lines for games, so it was a natural shift moving into fantasy writing.

Mr. Ryan is the author of the exciting dark fantasy novel, Drasmyr,, its sequel, The Children of Lubrochius, and a growing number of short stories. His first novel, Drasmyr, has consistently earned reviews in the four and five star range and serves as the prequel to his upcoming series: From the Ashes of Ruin. In addition to Drasmyr and The Children of Lubrochius, Mr. Ryan has published several short stories on-line, including: “Haladryn and the Minotaur,” “The River’s Eye,” and “Escape.”

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What would you have done differently if you were the main character of your book?

Well, the main character is Coragan of Esperia. And if I were Coragan, I would have been a little more careful in my own affairs; I wouldn’t have walked into an ambush, for example, which nearly cost me my life. The signs were there; they just had to be read properly. And he failed to do so. Also, my own personal ethos is different than his. I recognize the difficulties of the common man, but I wouldn’t pre-judge an individual simply because he or she was wealthy. Coragan does a lot of that. His political ideology tends to color his perceptions a great deal. And his actions flow from that point of view. My actions would differ from his accordingly. I would fight with Ambrisia less, and listen to Galladrin more.

What was your inspiration behind this book?

There is a prequel to this book entitled Drasmyr. This book (Children) was written with the prequel in mind and gets a good deal of inspiration from that. That said, my vampires were inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula and definitely NOT Stephanie Meyers’ Twilight. I wanted to reinvigorate the vampire legend of old using a creature that is thoroughly evil and beyond redemption. Lucian val Drasmyr fits that bill. Coragan of Esperia is, of course, the main hero. His character, or at least his view of the noble-peasant relationship, is inspired by a socialist friend I had in college. I’m not a socialist, but Coragan is sort of a primitive form of one; he looks at things through the lens of the common man and little else.

Why did you become a writer?

Deciding on what I want to do has been a long journey. I’d try one thing, that wouldn’t work out, then I’d try another, etc.... Through it all, though, I always came back to writing. I finally decided to make a go of writing and writing alone because that seems to be where my role in life is destined to come to fruition. I’m really just at the beginning of that process, but it seems to be rewarding. I’m not sure what type of writing I want to do—I started with fantasy literature but I may shift into spiritual inspiration ... or I may not: I’m still working it out.

As a reader and writer I think it is important to get to know your fans and make a connection with them as an author who takes the extra step to hear what their fans think and want in their continued writing is continued success and key to selling more books. Do you agree with that?*

Every bit helps and there is certainly wisdom in what you say. Unfortunately, I’m something of an introvert, so I find what you suggest to be one of the more difficult aspects of writing. That said, I am trying to improve (hence, this current Goddess Fish Tour). So, my answer is basically I agree with what you said, it’s just not my strong suit.

Do you have a favorite author or authors?

I like authors that do extensive, rich world-building with detailed systems of magic. I’m definitely a fantasy reader through and through (although I have been trying to expand my repertoire lately). From that group, my favorite authors are: Brandon Sanderson, Robert Jordan, and Tad Williams. I also like Mark Lawrence and Patrick Rothfuss. And, of course, there is J.R.R. Tolkien. No list of fantasy authors is complete without him.

Do you like to write your books in a continuing series?

This first sequence of books is a series, so I guess so, but I’m not really committed to it. I have no problem writing a stand-alone. In fact, Drasmyr (the prequel to Children) was originally a short story, extended into a stand-alone, and then extended into a series because I liked Lucian so much. When all is said and done, From the Ashes of Ruin should consist of a total of five books: the prequel Drasmyr, Book I: The Children of Lubrochius, and three more books in the works. A solid series, but not a behemoth like some authors might put out.

If you could date any character from any book, who would it be and why?

Shallan from Brandon Sanderson’s Stormlight Archive currently consisting of The Way of Kings and Words of Radiance. She’s an artist. She’s a Knight Radiant. And she’s hot. Do I need any other reasons? Okay, she’s basically a good person who’s not afraid to bend the rules when it suits her. And she just strikes me as a fascinating intellectual much like her mentor Jasnah. Hmm. Maybe I should have said Jasnah?

What kinds of books do you like to read in your spare time?

Primarily fantasy. I’m more Sword and Sorcery than I am paranormal romantic, but each to his own. I’ve also started reading some spiritual works in an attempt to broaden my literary diet. I’ve read three books on Catholicism in the last couple weeks. Of course, I’m not going to abandon fantasy any time soon, but I am looking for a more fulfilling direction, something with more practical application.

Do you cry when writing sad scenes?

No. I’m a guy. Literature usually doesn’t make me cry, whether I write it or someone else does. Usually. Occasionally, I might tear up just a little bit in a movie, but I don’t think I’ve ever had that experience reading a book, or writing a book. I just don’t get that emotional over something that is fictitious in nature.

Did you have a Cover Designer?

Yes. Donna Casey of She does all my work for me. So far, she’s done four covers for me and I have been satisfied with every single one.

Who is your fictional boyfriend or girlfriend crush?

Seline from Underworld. Kate Beckinsale is hot! I really enjoyed that movie, and not just because of Kate Beckinsale. I particularly liked how in the beginning of the movie, you were kind of rooting for the vampires. Then, when you find out what the werewolves are up to, and what actually happened, you switch sides completely. Suddenly, you are on Lucian’s side because he is trying to redress an ancient wrong and his motivations come from love, the lost love of a vampire princess.

If you were able to dine and have a one on one with your favorite writer/author who would it be?

Brandon Sanderson. I’ve read most of his books and loved them all. He is, by far, my favorite current writer. I love all the clever magic systems he develops. If we had dinner, I’d ask him about his writing process, and his research methods.

Do you re-read your favorite books?

I used to when I was younger. I did a lot of reading back then, a lot of it repetitive. I read the Dragonlance Chronicles a couple times, The Dragonriders of Pern as well. And probably a dozen others or so. Now that I’m older, I’m kind of conscious of the Grim Reaper ever-looming and getting closer, so I tend not to re-read books even when I enjoy them. Well, there are a few rare exceptions. I re-read Lord of the Rings when the movies came out, for example, and I re-read Tad Williams’ Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn a few years back, but other than that, I don’t think I’ve re-read a book since high school.

Do you ever get in a reading slump like your readers do?

Most definitely. Reading slumps, writing slumps, everything. I think one of the best treatments for it is to vary your reading diet. For example, I mentioned this previously; I started reading spiritual books which is a hard break from my normal diet of fantasy. I’m starting with Catholicism and I’m seeing where that will lead.

What is the funniest book you ever read?

I don’t read humor, so I don’t think I can answer the question. A lot of the books I read have dashes of humor in them—that seems common in the fantasy genre—but I don’t think I’ve read a book dedicated entirely to humor. Brandon Sanderson often writes with an occasional humorous snippet inserted in here or there, for example, but I don’t think I would be doing justice to the question if I answered that Words of Radiance was the funniest book I’ve ever read. It just doesn’t compute. Sorry.