Monday, April 25, 2011
Maggie O'Malley, witch and elite member of the Hellion Guard, loves her work - taking out the unsavory paranormal types that frequent places like the notorious club, Damnation Alley. In fact, one of her first arrests takes place in the club when she's sent to apprehend a Bloater. That doesn't turn out well - for the bloater or the bar - though it does introduce her to Declan, the clubs new handsome, half-fire demon owner.
Declan has worked hard to earn the rights to Damnation Alley and he means to keep it. And he means to keep his sister away from his father who wants to sell her to cement his ambitions in the demon realm. Like Declan, his sister is half-demon and lately she's been having dark, dangerous visions of the future.
Maggie, assigned to keep an eye on Declan, finds him too attractive and too charming - a bad condition for any single witch who doesn't want to consort with the enemy. But even though she doesn't want to admit it, Declan has a sense of honor and a strong moral code unlike other fire demons she's encountered. When his sister is threatened, Maggie offers to take her to the Hellion Guard compound for safekeeping and for training on how to use her gift.
As Declan and Maggie learn to trust each other and explore their feelings for each other, Maggie is assigned her most important task - guarding a teenager marked for a demonic ritual death and averting the end of the world as we know it.
Demon's Are A Girl's Best Friend is a fast paced, witty tale with elements of danger laced with passionate love and uproarious humor. One of my favorite scenes involves a cloud raining down on Declan...inside his office. But the love scenes are the best as Declan enters Maggie's dreams and that's not surprising since Declan, even as a half-demon, is pure dream boat.
Ms Wisdom doesn't stop with dreamy heroes and hot love scenes. She includes a list of fascinating characters who keep the reader enthralled. One of these is Elle, a black widow spider who surfs the web looking for a way to keep her lovers alive. And when she's not doing that, she's moonlighting as a sparkly tattoo/jewelry for Maggie.
All in all, this is one Linda Wisdom book you don't want to miss.
-- Lynda Again,
Me? I like to relax with a good book and Linda's books are some of the best. Sourcebooks is giving two copies of Demons are a Girls Best Friend away to two lucky readers of this blog. All you have to do is send an email to me at LyndaK.Scott@gmail.com with Demons in the subject line and your name and address in the body of the email. You have until noon on Friday, April 29 to get the email to me. Thenmy alien Kitten, Wookie, will select two winners!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Vampires have come a long way from the terror invoking, undead creatures of the night. They no longer make us quiver out of fear because now they are usually the hero of the story not the villain. However one truth remains in the Vampire PR shift: Vampires rely on humans for nourishment.
Notice I didn’t say blood?
That’s because in many early myths it wasn’t blood that Vampire drank, it was their victim’s life force. They were a ghost hell bent on living even if it meant killing to do so. Sometimes they started with family members, other times the first victim was the closest to the grave.
Four hundred years ago the Vampire myth was a logical way for people to explain illnesses they didn’t understand. But as science and medicine progressed, the fear didn’t dissolve. Instead the myth shifted and Vampires got an undead body and became the corrupters of virgins, lusty nobles seeking blood and brides to fill their immoral and immortal days. They became powerful.
And power made them attractive.
Now we have wealthy, powerful, immortal men who like sex…sounds like a romance hero. Like all heroes Vampires have flaws, but what is interesting is while the Vampires changed, their weaknesses didn’t.
If a culture has a Vampire myth, then they also have ways of killing them, sunlight and decapitation are very popular methods, as was exhuming and burning the body or staking the body through the heart. But as Aidan, the Vampire hero of Kissing Phoenix, says—“That will kill most things”.
When I started writing Vampires I knew I didn’t want to do the ‘dead’ type Vampire. I wanted them to be human, only different. My Vampires are genetic variations; they can tolerate sunlight (if they haven’t drunk too much blood) but they can’t turn people as Vampires are born not made. They don’t get sick, but if they are denied blood they age and can die. They aren’t immortal, but they come close.
No matter the type of Vampire (because every writer has their own spin) they remain popular as romance heroes. Is it the danger of falling for such a powerful creature? A game of trust with life at stake, no pun intended?
For me it is because they carry a great regret or wound and the story is their chance to heal. Or as in Mutiny on the Scarborough in the upcoming Dead Red Heart anthology of Australian Vampires, it is a chance to watch them fail at being human and succumbing to the darker side of Vampire nature and the need for blood.
Aidan has been keeping his own secret. He is Vampire...but he can't turn Lilith and save her. The solution he proposes is illegal and dangerous and breaks every rule set up to protect non-humans from humans. He doesn't care. He will do anything to save the woman he loves.
Discovering the kiss of a Vampire and reveling in the erotic thrill, Lilith realizes her feelings are deeper than lust. But is giving up her humanity worth it?
Watch for Mutiny on the Scarborough in the upcoming Dead Red Heart anthology of Australian Vampires
A civil designer by day and an author by night, Shona Husk lives in Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered romance novels and hasn’t looked back. Drawing on history and myth, she writes about heroes who are armed and dangerous but have a heart of gold—sometimes literally.
With stories ranging from sensual to scorching, she is published with Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press and Sourcebooks.
You can find out more at http://www.shonahusk.com
-- Lynda Again
Have a Blessed Day!
Monday, April 11, 2011
On my personal blog, (found at www.lyndakscott.com) I'm running a contest and showing excerpts from my book, Heartstone. For this particular excerpt, Keriam, who's just opened her new store also found a stray dog, a large black stray dog with crystal gray eyes that her cousin insists Keriam take home until they find its owners. The excerpt starts there. Enjoy!
While they hadn't had hordes of customers exactly, the turnout had been respectable. Keriam grinned at the big dog sitting in the passenger seat of her six-year-old Ford pickup. "Whaddaya think, Wolfgang? Is The Treasure Chest the neatest antique shop you've ever seen?"The plumed tail thumped against the door."That's right. It's been a great day." She flicked a glance at him. "Well, for me it has. You're still a lost puppy, aren't you? But don't worry. We'll find your family and, if not, I'll find you a good home."He licked her hand."No, you can't stay with me. You need a family. With a big yard and kids to play with." She turned onto the long stretch of highway leading out of town. "Janna would take you in a heartbeat but she lives in an apartment. Besides she'd probably deck you out in a frou-frou collar and you don't look to be the frou-frou type...I know what you're thinking. I've got a big yard, true. But I'm not home a lot and I don't have kids. You'd get lonely."He lay on the seat and rested his head on her thigh. Keriam laughed and dropped her hand onto his silky head. "You're a charmer, all right. Don't even think this is permanent, Wolfgang," she warned. "I don't have time to take care of a dog, let alone one as big as a house."The dog's tail beat against the seat."I'm serious."The dog grinned.Turning her attention back to the road, Keriam made a mental list of what she wanted to accomplish the next day. The first thing, of course, would be to contact the newspaper and place a Found Dog ad. Wolfgang sat up, pressed his nose to the window which Keriam had left open a crack. A low rumble vibrated in his chest."Oh, don't be silly. There's nothing out there to worry about." She darted a glance at him. "You're probably the most dangerous thing for miles around...unless you count Mrs. Kitchen's Pomeranian...or one of Mr. Mountley's emus."The dog turned his unnerving crystal gaze on her."Yeah, I know. You'd make a great watchdog. You don't have to convince me. But I am not going to get attached to you because we're going to find your family."The problem was she liked animals. Always had. When her folks had been alive, she'd had all kinds of pets. Dogs, cats, chickens, cows--they'd all been her best pals. Even the one obnoxious sow her dad had kept penned had been friendly to her if no one else.She pulled into the long gravel drive and parked beside the narrow sidewalk leading to the wide wrap-around porch. When Mom and Dad had been alive, the windows had always been bright. The kitchen had always smelled of hot, fresh bread. And, no matter how bad their day had been, they'd always greeted her as if the sun rose in her eyes.God, she missed them.Keriam slid out of the truck with Wolfgang right behind her. He stood, nose to the wind, then, satisfied, gave her a broad canine grin. She stroked his silky ears, the slight dome of his head. He responded by tilting his head into the palm of her hand. "What a flirt!"Wolfgang nuzzled her palm, then slurped it with a wet, doggy kiss. She made another mental promise not to get attached to the big, friendly animal. "Bet you're hungry. Let me get the kibble and we'll go inside."As she hauled the thirty-pound bag out of the truck bed, the dog gave an uneasy whine. "What? You want to go potty? Well, go ahead. Just so you know, we don't do that in the house."At the mention of potty, the dog looked downright embarrassed. Keriam laughed, shook her head. "Well, you've got better manners than the last guy I brought home. I'll give you that."He rumbled a noise that sounded like a highly affronted groan. Keriam carried the bag onto the porch. "Not that Marc was all that bad. He just didn't understand... Well, never mind that. Whoa! Slow down, Wolfgang. I've only got one hand, you know."The dog had stood on his hind legs, front feet pressed against the door. He slanted a sideways look at her, woofed softly, and then stared at the door intently. Keriam turned the knob and pushed the door open. Wolfgang leapt inside immediately and Keriam let go of the long lead attached to his collar. "Impatient, aren't you? Hey, where you going?"Wolfgang trotted through the kitchen then into the front room. Keriam put the kibble in the corner and flicked on the lights. "Just make yourself at home but remember what I said about deposits on the floor. And no marking the territory either."She set about making dinner. Spaghetti sounded good. The phone rang and she picked up the cordless handset. "Hello?... Hello...Last chance, hello."When no one answered, she clicked the phone off. "Change your mind before you dial, dummy."Wolfgang materialized beside her, his cold nose nuzzling her hand. "Don't worry, fella. It was just a wrong number."She pulled a rug out of the back closet and laid it beside the table. "That's your bed. You'll have to eat out of mixing bowls. That's all I have that's big enough to hold the amount of food the bag says you'll need."He lifted his nose toward the simmering sauce on the stove. Whined softly. Looked at her. She put her hands on her hips. "No way. Dogs don't eat spaghetti."This one did. He didn't eat the kibble though.
If you enjoyed this excerpt and would like a copy of Heartstone, enter the Heartstone Drawing.
Monday, April 04, 2011
Oh, there's a giveaway too. Read on to find out how to enter.
Coping with her father’s declining health isn’t the only challenge Jess O’Rourke faces as head of a small-town library. An old collection of books moldering in the basement may hold the secret to returning a demon to his own world. But that demon likes being where he is, and he’s recently learned the book’s location. He plans to retrieve it or destroy it, by whatever means necessary.
An enigmatic but attractive man who’s begun hanging around the library warns Jess about the book and the demon coming to get it. The only solution is for her to find the book first and use its directions to get rid of the demon. She’s dubious about the whole thing, but begins to search for the book. As the demon’s efforts to retrieve it escalate, Jess comes to realize that laying the demon may cost her more than just time and effort. It could claim everything she holds dear, even her own life.
Karen McCullough is the author of ten published novels in the mystery, romantic suspense, and fantasy genres and has won numerous awards, including an Eppie Award for fantasy. She’s also been a four-time Eppie finalist, and a finalist in the Prism, Dream Realm, Rising Star, Lories, Scarlett Letter, and Vixen Awards contests. Her short fiction has appeared in several anthologies and numerous small press publications in the fantasy, science fiction, and romance genres. Her most recent releases are A GIFT FOR MURDER, published in hardcover by Five Star/Gale Group Mysteries, HEART OF THE NIGHT, from Red Rose Publishing and available as an ebook from most sources,
and the re-released ebook of A QUESTION OF FIRE. She invites visitors to check out her home on the web at http://www.kmccullough.com and her site for the Market Center Mysteries series, http://www.marketcentermysteries.com
-- Lynda Again