Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Letting Go of Dinosaurs
by Louise D. Gornall

A special guest is on the blog today! Super talented YA Urban Fantasy author, Louise D. Gornall is here to share with us her writer's road journey, particularly the task of letting go of an old MS to create something wonderful and new. I love this story and cannot wait for her debut novel, IN STONE, available July 29th! Be sure to pick up a copy, but first her tale...

Letting Go of Dinosaurs
by Louise D. Gornall

So I wanted to chat to you guys about rejection and the time I spent twelve months of my life writing and revising a story that had been outdated since the dinosaurs. When I first started this writing gig I was very stubborn. Luckily that stubbornness receded just enough for me to listen, let go of my outdated idea and give my MS a chance at publication.  

I thought rejection would be one of those things that I could handle. I mean, I knew that being rejected was a rite of passage in this profession so I went into querying rolling my shoulders and adjusting my gum shield. At first I was totally fine with the onslaught of ‘Dear Author...I’m afraid this project isn’t a great fit...’ but as my rejection total hit the 30s, the wave started to get gnarly and before I knew it I was drowning.  

The toughest part of rejection for me was not knowing where I was going wrong. Was it my query? My story? Or maybe Gmail messed up my submission and now ‘Agent X’ thinks I can’t format a manuscript to save my skin?

I started reading all the advice I could. There was this one piece that I used to dread coming across. It said if your story isn’t working, write something else. If you’re anything like me, letting go and writing something else is practically impossible. This was the first story I’d ever finished and now it was like a toddler, sat on my desktop, screaming for attention. I couldn’t get my mind to focus on anything else. I kept trying, but failed miserably.  

I thought my world was going to cave when I received a rejection on the last full I had out. This rejection was personalized and it was the first one I’d had that offered some advice, but it was that dreaded piece of advice. The one that suggested I write something new.

Obviously I got all up in my CP’s inbox then, crying and telling her how useless I was at writing. After a brief pep talk she suggested that if I can’t write something new maybe I should embark on an epic rewrite. I liked this idea, mostly because I’d still have a word count and my pages wouldn’t be blank. 

At first it was tricky to cut and rebuild. Looking back I was very conscious that this was the best I could write. I’d select a chunk, ready to cut, and then I’d get stuck reading it and start thinking if I get rid of this, I might not be able to replace it with something better. But the more I changed about the story and characters, the more impossible it became to cling to the original text.  

A couple of months later and I had a brand new story. Well, all except for four paragraphs, which have stayed the same from draft one. 

It wasn’t the most conventional way to write a book. I would have loved to have been able just to sit down, open a blank Doc and spew new ideas all over it, but I guess that’s not how my debut wanted to go down.  

About In Stone
COMING SOON
Goodreads

Beau Bailey is suffering from a post-break-up meltdown when she
happens across a knife in her local park and takes it home. Less than a week later, the new boy in school has her trapped in an alley; he’s sprouted horns and is going to kill Beau unless she hands over the knife.

Until Eighteenth-century gargoyle, Jack, shows up to save her.

Jack has woken from a century-long slumber to tell Beau that she’s unwittingly been drafted into a power struggle between two immortal races: Demons and Gargoyles. The knife is the only one in existence capable of killing immortals and they’ll tear the world apart to get it back. To draw the warring immortals away from her home, Beau goes with Jack in search of the mind-bending realm known as the Underworld, a place where they’ll hopefully be able to destroy the knife and prevent all hell from breaking loose. That is, provided they can outrun the demons chasing them.


About the Author
Louise is a graduate of Garstang Community Academy. She is currently studying for a BA (Hons) in English language and literature with special emphasis on creative writing. YA aficionado. Brit bird. Film nerd.
Identical twin. Junk food enthusiast. Rumored pink Power Ranger. Zombie apocalypse 2012 survivor. She is also an avid collector of book boyfriends.

Find her here:


Big THANK YOU to Louise for coming on the blog today and sharing her journey with us. Have you ever had to let go of something old to make way for the new? Tell us about it. 

Friday, June 21, 2013

Freaky Friday: The Hole

THE HOLE (2001 version. Didn't anyone realize this title is too generic?) starts at the end. I'm not a big fan of horror films that show how it all ends, then take us through the events from a survivor's memories. I'd rather be kept guessing. But, I suppose I can keep an open mind since Thora Birch worked on her English accent and Keira Knightley dyed her hair blond.
Liz (played by Birch) takes us back to the inner and superficial workings of her expensive European prep school. Here's the scoop: "your nobody or your a hot skinny blonde" (her words); popular girl Franky (played by Knightley) is actually nice; jock boy and superstar, Mike, is newly single; and Liz's best gay friend, Martin, is not gay. Caught up? Cause none of it is actually significant. The need to know is Liz is in love with jock boy, and employs BFF to aid her. The answer is secret field trip with above mentioned players, while fooling both parents and school from such endeavors.
Clearly every person's dream vacation spot.
In order to escape from campus lockdown, they go down a "hole" aka an escape hatch from an old war bunker. And camp out in this underground facility. Why anyone thought that would be a good idea, I don't know. But, this is apparently how we get four teenagers who'd never usually associate with one another trapped together. Oh all is fun and games in the beginning, but isn't it always? I especially love the huge pink blow up chair that Frankie brings for the occasion.
Who thinks this is a good idea? Raise your hand. Anyone?
Like any good horror movie, the first night involves ghost stories around the candlelight. No campfire since they're underground. But, the scariest tale they propose is what would happen if buddy Martin doesn't come to let them out on day 3. Dum-dum-dum. Self-fulfilling prophecy. The movie actually makes fun of this fact and that none of the teens thought of this BEFORE being locked inside. Also, not considering the solid concrete preventing the cell phones from working. Better NOT to have plot holes, but kudos to the film for making fun of itself. [Spoiler Alert: Highlight with mouse to see] Then again, it may just be an unreliable narrator. Hint. Hint.
Modern horror movie kiss of death.
Now, the mystery is intriguing. Without giving away spoilers, I will say that Martin's interpretation of events are much different from Liz's tale. Figuring out who is telling the truth, who is lying, and the details behind the twisted circumstances are fun. Not enough to give the movie the win, but enough to keep watching.

Rating: B-

Who wants to play name the movie? Since THE HOLE is a ridiculous name, what would you re-title this flick based on the review?

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

BLOOD MOON by Teri Harman:
Extended Excerpt and Contest

Teri Harman is here today to party on this leg of her amazing blog tour! She's sharing an extended excerpt from her YA paranormal fantasy debut novel, BLOOD MOON. It's the first book in the Moonlight Trilogy that spins the concept of witches completely off its axis. Releasing in three days on June 22 to correlate with Litha, the Summer Solstice, it is one magical book you will not want to miss!
A hand slowly reaches out a crack in the window to feel the light sprinkles of rain. The hand, cemented with dirt, sweat, and blood, trembles like a withered leaf clinging to a dead branch. Although filthy, the hand emits a history of grace and elegance long lost to the evils of torture and imprisonment . . .

From what Willa recalls, seeing this pitiful hand, and, eventually, the person connected to it, was the catalyst to the discovery of her true self. Willa is a witch, and it turns out her boyfriend, Simon, is a witch, too. Soon after Willa first sees the reaching hand, Simon and her embark on a rescue mission, only to find themselves catapulted into the alluring, but dangerous world of witches and witchcraft. Answers to all of Willa and Simon's questions are now within reach, but they've also stepped into the middle of a deadly war where many will stop at nothing to control the magic of The Six Gifts.

Willa and Simon must now learn to harness their powers to protect their lives and the lives of their newfound friends before the blood moon arrives, or all will be lost.

BLOOD MOON
Teri Harman
Publication Date:  June 22, 2013
Publisher: Jolly Fish Press
ISBN: 978-1-939967-01-5
Pages: 354 Pages
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy

COMING SOON





Extended Excerpt 
Present Day, June
Waning Gibbous

            On a dull Tuesday night, two weeks after her high school graduation, Willa Fairfield stood at the soda machine filling a glass with Dr. Pepper, absently wondering what movie to watch after her waitressing shift, when she felt him walk in.
            Warm electricity washed through her body, steeling away her breath. With a short gasp she set the half full glass of soda on the counter, almost spilling it. The intensity started in the space behind her heart, radiating outward to fill her whole body in the blink of an eye. She gripped the sides of her head, teetering on her feet, her head spinning, deliciously dizzy. She fought to pull in a full dredge of air as the heat heightened, growing, pulsing.
Willa swept her eyes around the small dining room of the Twelve Acres Diner, expecting to see patrons bending over and gasping, but everyone sat serenely eating, gossiping and carrying on as usual.
            She spun around, looking for the source of the unexpected sensation. Everything was the same. Yet her body was absorbing warmth from somewhere, sucking it in like sand soaking up sunshine. The heat throbbed, warming her chest, belly, and pelvis. She pushed a hand to her gut and pulled in a shallow breath. Am I sick?
            The fever curled inside her, blooming with a zing of energy, leaving her weak and exhilarated at the same time.
            Do I collapse to the floor or run around the block?
            Willa limped toward the swinging kitchen doors, thinking about the comfy chairs in the break area near the back of the restaurant. She wondered if she could make it without anyone noticing her wobbly legs and flushed skin.
            Pulling in half a breath in an attempt to steady herself, she pushed through the doors.
            There he stood.
            The source.
            A fresh burst of heat hit her full in the face as she stumbled back, bumping into the swinging door. He stood next to the time clock, fumbling with his apron, shaking his head, blinking in confusion. Instantly their eyes met and the warmth inside her boiled, bubbles bouncing in her veins, her head spinning even worse than before. The activity and noise of the kitchen were sucked away, leaving her in a void of heat.
            He was the only thing Willa could see.
            Tunnel vision.
            He managed to stumble forward, closing the distance between them. Willa couldn’t remember how to draw breath. He pulled all the air away, pushing into the spaces inside her.
            The details of his person came into sharp focus. His broad, powerful body towered over her and she gazed up at his face. He stared down at her with a stunning set of chocolate brown eyes, so rich most people would think they were black—but Willa could see the brown; she was swimming in it. His hair spiraled off his head in short, delicious curls of butter blond, the color of the setting sun. His upper lip glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Finally, a long, thin nose and squarely set jawbones completed the picture, each piece handsome and right.
            “Hi,” he said. The weak excuse for a word tripped out of his mouth and Willa gasped at the rich, silky deepness of his voice.
            Willa still couldn’t find her voice—it was somewhere back by the soda machine. She stared, eyes fixed, body burning, mind confused. What is this? She quickly searched her mind. Did I see this in a dream? It feels like something I would dream. But nothing came; it was all new.
            He took another step forward and searched her face as she searched his. Deep inside her, she knew they belonged to each other. She knew it the same way she knew her dreams—and the ghosts—were a part of her she could never escape.
            Is this real? Is it possible?
            Then, as though someone had thrown a switch, the rest of the world came rushing back, snapping into place around them. Suddenly, there was a high-pitched flapping sound next to Willa’s head. It took her a moment to realize it was talking—Rosa, the hostess, a round, top-heavy woman who tended to talk more than people wanted to listen.
            “Oh, good! You guys have met. Willa, this is our new cook, Simon. He’s a student at the University. Pre-med. Prestigious, huh?” Rosa put a pudgy, frigid hand—everything felt cold compared to the heat—on Willa’s shoulder. “Simon, this is Willa, one of our cute little waitresses. She’ll start at the University in the fall, history major.”
            Willa didn’t say anything and neither did the new cook. It was impossible to look away from him. The entire kitchen staff had stopped working to watch the odd interaction with growing curiosity. A few of the cooks snickered and whispered.
            Rosa’s eyes bounced back and forth between Willa and Simon. She lifted a hand and snapped her fingers in front of Willa’s face. Both she and Simon flinched, and the line of cooks erupted with laughter. “You kids all right?”
            Willa blinked furiously and shook her head. “I, uhhh, I . . . don’t know. I don’t feel good.” She looked over briefly at Rosa, but couldn’t stand to look away from Simon for long. His eyes poured into hers, and his body leaned toward her only a few inches away. She could tell he was trying to think of something to say, but what words could he use?
            Rosa pushed her clammy hand to Willa’s forehead. “Whoa! You are burning up. Go home right now. It’s a slow night anyway.” The hostess put her arm around Willa’s shoulders and started to pull her away. Willa resisted, lifted her hand toward Simon, her fingertips brushing his shirt before Rosa tugged her away. Moving away from him hurt—actual stabs of pain in her chest. She groaned.
            “Come on. No puking in the kitchen. Let’s go, Willa. It’s okay. We’ll cover for you.”
            Simon took one lurching step toward her and Willa almost shoved Rosa away to fall into his arms, but reality pushed back into her head. She finally noticed the gawking stares of all her co-workers. Service had completely halted as everyone watched the cook and the waitress ‘have a moment.’ Willa didn’t want weirdness attached to her; she had spent her whole life pushing it away.
He’s a total stranger! What am I doing?
            She looked at Simon once more before giving into Rosa’s coaxing, accepting the bolts of pain in her chest as she turned away.
            As Willa rounded the corner out of sight, the space behind her heart tugged, the confusing connection to Simon straining, fighting to hang on. Guffaws and taunts echoed from the kitchen as Simon took the brunt of the audience’s reaction. Willa wondered what he was feeling. Did his chest ache like his heart was ripping in half?
            Simon.
            Simon.
            She rolled the name around in her head, a rough stone in a tumbler. She attached his image and all that she had felt—was feeling—and let it roll and roll, feeling it change. Simon. The stone stopped tumbling, now smooth and shiny. A gem. A treasure. She dropped it from her mind and held it against her heart. It fit there, but she didn’t know why or how.

Teri Harman
Teri Harman has believed in all things wondrous and haunting since her childhood days of sitting in the highest tree branches reading Roald Dahl and running in the rain imagining stories of danger and romance. Currently, her bookshelf is overflowing, her laundry unfolded, and her three small children running mad while she pens bewitching novels. She also writes a bi-weekly book column for ksl.com, Utah's #1 news site and hosts a monthly television segment for Studio 5, Utah's #1 lifestyle show.

Author Links

Contest Time
a Rafflecopter giveaway

How did you like the extended excerpt of BLOOD MOON? Did it make you want to read more? I know where I'm heading this Summer Solstice...to my comfy couch curled up with a copy of BLOOD MOON.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Sunshine Award

Big THANK YOU to Team Ninja member, Kris Mehigan, for nominating me for the Sunshine Award. I first met Kris through Pitch Wars on Twitter and fell in love with her writing from the start. Highly recommend following her on twitter and checking out her website.
The Rules: When you receive the award, you are asked to do a few things…
1. Post the Sunshine Award Logo you see at the top.
2. Accept the nomination and link back to the nominator.
3. Answer the questions below.
4. Nominate ten other blogs and inform them of the nomination.

Fun Facts:
1) My Favorite Color: Green
2) My Favorite Animal: Too hard to pick! Need at least three...wolves, owls, and of course, corgis! Oh and also all dogs and penguins. Okay, more than three.
Who can resist the cuteness?
3) My Favorite Number: 23 has always been my lucky number, but also 42 is a pretty perfect number. ;)
4) My Favorite Non Alcoholic Beverage: Green tea.
5) My Favorite Alcoholic beverage: Changes every five years or so, but probably SoCo and Lime on the rocks.
6) Facebook or Twitter: I'm a Twitter addict.
7) My Passions: Writing is number one. Reading and for many years, karate. Although, I'm not currently practicing martial arts at present, I will always be a karateka. :)
Ninja
8) Giving or Receiving gifts: Giving gifts. Much more rewarding.
9) Favorite City: Another too hard to pick just one! Galway, Florence and everywhere in Japan! And hometown, NYC. Call me eclectic. :)
Beauty of Kamakura
10) Favorite TV Shows: Currently Game of Thrones, Borgias, and Vampire Diaries. But, of all time, Buffy!

Kris paved the way for the Sunshine Award nominees by nominating writers she met on Twitter. I'm going to follow her example and nominate my ten Twitter writing buddies. All of these people are absolutely fabulous writers, and even more importantly, incredible individuals.

My Ten Nominees: 
  1. Heather McCorkle (@HeatherMcCorkle)
  2. Krissi Dallas (@KrissiDallas)
  3. Kristie Cook (@KristieCookAuth)
  4. LM Preston (@LM_Preston)
  5. Matthew Wilbur (@Nightveil)
  6. Melinda S. Collins (@LurchzPrincess)
  7. Allison Duke (@AllisonDuke)
  8. J B Mills (@Jbeemills)
  9. Lydia Aswolf (@LydiaAswolf)
  10. Nicole Camp (
Want to participate in the Sunshine Awards? Feel free to grab the pic and start your own round.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Freaky Friday: Stir of Echoes

STIR OF ECHOES is one of those horror films I always think I've seen, but realize later it's still in the To Be Watched pile. I swear, I've actually said to people, "Oh yeah, I've seen that one. Kevin Bacon, right?" Then, I cannot tell you anything else about the movie, because...whoops, I haven't seen it still! Luckily, our Fearless Blogger has and she's written a review just for us.
"So, I don’t want to bore everyone with vampire movie after vampire movie. Seriously, I could probably write a review on a vampire for each week for an entire year. Yes, I’m that much of a dork. Today I thought, why not dig into a creepy ghost story. In particular, Stir of Echoes (1999).
If you haven’t seen this one add it to your queue. Seriously. - Danielle
Kevin Bacon’s character, Tom, begins seeing a ghost after his sister-in-law hypnotizes him. Various bump in the night things happen around the house. Each one amps up the suspense. Spoiler: Must applaud the filmmakers for using The Rolling Stones “Fade to Black” as a plot point. Great song. Great meaning.
I love this Special Edition cover - Tina
This is probably the first of the ghost horror films that really delve into the sad side of the ghost. I’m completely serious that when you find out her story, it will break your heart.

Be prepared to see a movie that both chills you and disgusts you--not because of gore, but because of the horrors that human beings are capable of.

Rating: A"

I knew I needed to watch this one! Shoot. What do you all think of Stir of Echoes? How do you like ghost stories?

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Texas Hill Country and Mother's Day...Out: Guest Post by Jodi Linton

Please give a big WELCOME on the blog to upcoming debut author, Jodi Linton. In May, Jodi signed a two book deal with Entangled Publishing for their suspense line. Her books are set in Texas, so today, she's sharing with us a little sneak peek at her hometown inspiration.


Texas Hill Country and Mother's Day...Out
by Jodi Linton

We all dream of that picture perfect Mother's Day. The late morning slumber, breakfast in bed, finger painted cards, but then reality hits and 'us moms' awake to a mad house.

For the most part, today went off without a hitch. Well, if I discount my three year old daughter using black shoe polish as finger paint on the coffee table, my five year old son fixing to have a heart attack over whether or not we were going to miss NASCAR while taking mommy out for lunch, then yeah, we hit a high note.
After taking a much needed stop at Grin's in San Marcos, where we scarfed down lunch (and mommy tossed back a well appreciated margarita), the family high tailed it out to the Hill Country. In search of some scenic views we found ourselves in Wimberely, a small town with Austinite quirks, rolling hills, and Cypress Creek, a bucolic river that houses more sticks than mommy was willing to tow home.
At any rate, it's not a walk in the park being a mom. But when those tiny smiles have eyes only for you, there's nowhere else in the world you'd rather be. After all this time, I'm still mesmerized by those small moments when my son's biggest high is over finding a five foot stick, or when my daughter falls head over heels at tossing rocks into the water. So motherhood, there's no need to worry. I'm still into you.

About the Author
Jodi Linton grew up across the street from a cow pasture, where she was more likely to been seen selling Kool-Aid in a Dixie cup at ten cents a pop, or inviting neighbors over to watch one of her plays staged on her father’s Bass boat. Even though she never owned one of the bovines, she’ll admit that the smell of cow manure had a lasting effect, making it easy to spot a cow a mile away.

In 2001, she traded in the rednecks, cowboys, and mesquite trees of her hometown to chase destiny out west. After a few years of mucking it around with the roughnecks, dust storms, and droughts, she decided to dust off her boots and head home. With a History degree in one hand and a marriage license in the other, she followed her husband in 2006 to the Texas heartland, fabulous Austin.

Somewhere down the line, she started writing. Maybe it was the boring job search, or maybe it was the crazy characters dancing inside her head that help put pen to paper. Whatever the case, writing sure beat the heck out of working for a temp agency. The first story was about a boy lookalike Indian Jones who chased after vampires in small town Texas. The second story was a YA contemporary about the Grim Reaper, and well half-way through she decided to shuck them both, partly due to the birth of her son, and mostly because she wasn’t awe struck with the premises.

Taking a break from writing to raise her son, she filled the time by reading, and insistently fell in love with mysteries, especially ones with witty, spunky heroines. Four months later, she had a manuscript about a smart-mouthed deputy and her rotten ex-boyfriend dueling it out in small town Texas.

After settling into the Texas Hill Country with her husband and two kids, she joined the Writer’s League of Texas, and signed with The Belcastro Agency. Today she can be found cozied up to the computer escaping into a quirky world of tall tales, sexy, tight jean wearing cowboys, and a protagonist with a sharp-tongue quick enough to hang any man out to dry.

There’s a good chance she’s brushed paths with a few of her characters, but she’ll never tell, those lips are sealed.

Find her here:

Thank you, Jodi, for stopping by the blog! Readers, don't forget to catch Jodi's book release from Entangled Publishing!

Friday, June 7, 2013

WATERMARK by Krissi Dallas:
Cover Reveal and Contest

I am honored, thrilled, and over the moon to share with you this wonderful author, Krissi Dallas, and her YA fantasy Phantom Island series today! Please excuse the lack of a Freaky Friday movie review on the blog, but when Krissi announced she'd be revealing the cover for WATERMARK, the fourth book in this phenomenal series, I had to jump at the chance to be a part. Trust me, this is a series you cannot afford to miss!
Watermark, the fourth installment of the YA fantasy Phantom Island series by Krissi Dallas is finally releasing this fall! If you haven’t jumped on board this island adventure full of magic, mystery, and romance, now is your chance. Enter to win an autographed Phantom Island trilogy pack, an autographed copy of Watermark when it releases, a tribal t-shirt, or an autographed copy of The Collector by debut author Victoria Scott! The giveaway will be open to US residents only for entries until Friday, June 14. See information below.

And now for Watermark… the dramatic conclusion to the first half of the Phantom Island series…

Snippet
        I stared at her in frustration. “What is with you?!” I exploded. She was not acting like my best friend. Like my Morgan. “You’ve been so different this summer, and I don’t get it!”
       “Well, you’ve been different too! People change, you know,” she snapped back.
       “If I’ve changed, fine. But at least I’m still honest with you. You, however, have turned into a liar! If we don’t have trust between us, then what do we have, Morgan?”

About Watermark
Relationships on the White Island are volatile and Whitnee, Morgan, and Caleb aren’t sure who they can trust—even each other. Politicians are lying, history is being rewritten, and motives are questionable. Whitnee sets out with Gabriel and a band of rebel spies to take back the enemy's biggest weapon—Whitnee's father. However, a shocking turn of events proves once again that the Island's secrets have the power to destroy more than just the truth. Separated from her friends, Whitnee battles her own fears in order to survive and protect the ones she loves. But when Morgan's illness finally comes to light, Whitnee faces a decision that could alter her future—and Morgan’s—forever. And whether she ultimately stays on the Island or leaves might not be her choice, after all.

 “…[An] earnest tale of magic and romance that deals with the great distance between pain and recovery.” –Kirkus Reviews (Windchaser, Phantom Island Book 1)
Catch all of the Phantom Island books!

About the Author
Krissi Dallas loves pop music, mismatched socks, and fried chicken. She lives in Fort Worth, Texas with her youth minister husband, Sam, and their two wicked Yorkies, Elphie and Luna. Krissi enjoys hanging out with her quirky middle school students and building the dramatic, magical, and mysterious world that makes up the Phantom Island series. Be sure to check out Windchaser, Windfall and Watercrossing. Krissi loves connecting with teens, as well as readers and writers of all ages! You can stalk her online at www.KrissiDallas.com

Check out how you can be part of the Phantom Tribes here!


Giveaway a Rafflecopter giveaway

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

DRACIAN LEGACY by Priya Kanaparti:
Special Snippet

Fantasy and romance collide for Writer Wednesday with DRACIAN LEGACY by debut author Priya Kanaparti! Today, she's sharing a special snippet just for us.
AVAILABLE NOW
Goodreads

About Dracian Legacy
Ren and Axel are caught between two powerful magical races: one destined to end the bloodshed, the other out for vengeance.

Seventeen-year-old Ren Pernell is prophesied to end the war between the Dracians and the Telalians. So when a Dracian, Axel Knight, is sent to find and bring back the prophesied one before she turns eighteen and Telalians discover of her existence, unexpected sparks start to fly between the two. Once Ren finds the truth behind Axel’s arrival, she wants everything to do with him and nothing to do with his mission.

Things prove to become difficult as Ren’s life is constantly threatened by the Goarders, humans who sold their souls, a Proxy Succubi, and the leader of the Telalians, who has been searching for her as well.

With the clock ticking and Ren’s life in jeopardy, it is no longer just a mission for Axel. It becomes a personal endeavor to save the only one he’s ever loved. In a heart racing ending, they must find a way to evade the preordained war that won’t also end Ren’s life.

Special Snippet
“Stop. Stop. Stop,” I yelled as it started to drizzle.

The bike came to an abrupt stop. Axel turned to me with a concerned expression and a crease between his brows. “Is everything okay?”

I nodded with a wicked smile, taking off the helmet and handing it to him. I dismounted the bike easily.

“It’s going to pour soon, Ren.”

That was precisely why I needed him to stop. Rain in August was very rare so I had every intention of enjoying it. I ran forward, arms wide open and face tilted toward the sky as small droplets welcomed me with soft kisses of unspoken peace.

I kicked and jumped and ran in the puddles, embracing the cold raindrops washing over my face, arms, and entire body. I felt like I was five again. This felt amazing. I had been grounded countless times for playing in the rain and getting sick. But it was worth it every time. There was nothing like the feel of cold rain kissing my skin on a hot summer day.

I twirled around as the shower came to an end. I scowled at the sky for taking away my serenity so soon. Axel stared at me, equally drenched. His brown hair drooped over his eyes and his shirt hugged every ripple and contour of his body. I wondered how long it took God to create that sculpture.

I bit my lip to keep myself from saying something stupid. It was hard to breathe when he looked at me like that, like I was someone he’d been longing for.

“What?” I asked, walking toward him.

“You’re ridiculous—”

Heat crept up my face. “Well, you’re a pompous ass.”

He surprised me with a smile. He parked his bike off the side of the road in the gravel and walked toward me—every step measured and decisive.

“You’re ridiculously beautiful,” he said, tucking a strand of my wet hair behind my ear.

My heart pounded against my ribcage. His eyes stared into mine. Why is he looking at me like that? The backs of his fingers grazed my cheek gently. I swallowed hard at his tender touch. He dropped his hand and leaned in closer. A whiff of his scent engulfed my senses. I inhaled deeply and sighed. Blood rushed faster and time froze, pushing everything else into oblivion. It was just him and me.

His lips moved against my ear seductively. “We’re here.”

Sweet. Lord.

“You coming?” he called over his shoulder, chuckling.

One word snuck into my head. Addiction.

About the Author
Priya Kanaparti was born in India, grew up in Detroit, and is now settled in Boise, ID. She attended Wayne State University for her undergrad degree in Bachelor of Science in Biology, and University of Phoenix for her Masters in Business Administration. Priya works as a project manager in software field during the day and lives in the world of her characters during the nights and weekends.

She had found the love for reading and writing in 2012, when she stayed home with her son and needed something to occupy those ‘downtime’ hours.

She loves playing tennis on a good summer day and chess during the cold winters, but reading and writing has become a year round hobby.

She lives in Boise with her husband, son and a Yorkie. Dracian Legacy is her debut novel.

Find her here:



Thank you to Priya for stopping by the blog today. Be sure to check out DRACIAN LEGACY and mark your calendars for book 2, DRACIAN ORIGINS expected 2014.