Today I am happy to share with everyone
Danielle E Shipley’s, The Surrogate Sea,
the 6th installment in her Wilderhark Tales series.
Danielle has a giveaway and another goodie in store for the launch:
Danielle has agreed to write a piece of Flash Fiction for her stop on the tour. 🙂
The Sea’s Judgment
“Waters of land.”
The Moon’s voice fell on the southern seas, otherworldly as his light glinting off their waters, weighty as his pull upon their tides.
“The Great Sea’s time draws near,” he said. “It will not do that she should die with none to take her place. Who among you has a daugher? One born of sea and neighboring sea?”
Seven such daughters came forward, all thrilling at the prospect of so grand a destiny. They rode in the hold of the misty South Wind to the nethermost shore, where waited Aesóryna, the first and greatest Sea.
She looked the daughters of inland waters up and down and deep inside, senses testing at their cores. “My role is vast,” she told them sternly. “My ways are wild. Only the fiercest hearts have a hope of holding my power. Too gentle,” she dismissed one. Another, “Too meek.” A full half, rejected for being too shallow.
At last, she studied the final pair, unsure how best to choose between them, for each seemed the other’s equal in strength.
“Then do not choose,” the South Wind spoke smoothly from his humid haze, “but divide your sea between them.”
The first maiden’s eyes brightened; even half of Aesóryna’s power was far more than that of any inland sea. But the second maid said, scowling, “No! The essence of the Great Sea is not a piece of meat to be shared among sharks! If it is not whole, it is not true. I would sooner have another claim it in full than see it thus diminished.”
Aesóryna smiled at the South Wind. “Thank you, clever Austeryn. Though you cloak this length of shore in fog, you’ve shown me my choice clear.” She turned her gaze onto the indignant sea maiden. “Who are you, child?”
The maid answered, “Neredeth.”
“One name too few. Henceforth, you are Neredeth Aesóryna, heir to my sea.” Her eyes and waters sparkled bright. “For you shall be a great one.”
And we have a GIVEAWAY:
Thank you, Danielle for stopping by the blog today!
Today, I am sharing J.A. Belfield’s Re-Release of INSTINCT (plus a new cover!)
AND we have a Giveaway ,,, AND a sale.
FOR ONE WEEK ONLY: Jan 23 – Feb 1.
Werewolf Sean Holloway treats the village marketplace like a sexual buffet, though his charm does little to win over his latest entrée of choice. Whether because of Jem Stonehouse’s unique scent, her headstrong nonchalance, or the fact he is forbidden to see her by his pack’s rules, Sean wants her.
When Jem is nothing but flippant toward his advances, he pursues her with vigour, stealing moments alone with her without a libido-driven agenda.
The new and heady experience for him drives their relationship beyond romantic interest, and straight toward love.
That is, until Jem learns the truth about Sean’s heritage. Knowledge of the existence of werewolves leads to only one outcome: death.
In this prequel to Darkness & Light*, we are taken back in time, to the very beginning of Jem and Sean’s love-across-the-centuries relationship.
Did it end there? Or did Sean defy his own pack to save the woman he loves?
*Can be read as a standalone.
The marketplace had to be the best venue to pick up females. At the age of twenty, I would have been happy to visit every day, but James would not permit me. As Alpha, his commands were followed without question, so my visits were limited to once a week. I had to admit, it worked out better that way.
From fruit to art, to lace, to the blacksmith’s stall, I walked. Paintings of marketplaces often depicted them as cheery, colourful, and bustling with activity. The latter conception may have been correct; although, they leaned more toward grey and dreary than bright, and the air often filled with yells of anger and bitterness, as opposed to joyful greetings.
At least there were the scents: hams and boars’ heads, fruits, wines, the steam of cooking soups, and, my most favourite of all, the freshness of ripe women. Lorna Rushford, Helena Longbarrow, Matilda Thornberry named only a few, each of those alone bringing with her a memory.
The females noticed me as much as I did them, even though my past catches never approached, never asked why I had not called to visit, or if I would tend them again. Of course, my refusal to conform to the current trends in attire ensured I stood out from the other males who bothered to arrive. Whereas the women’s glances would be appraising, perhaps even hopeful, the men’s glares offered nothing but scorn for my dark trousers tucked into knee-high leather boots, and for the shirts I never bothered to secure with their woven laces. Men had been hung for far less than inconsiderate fashion sense, yet I did not care. I was not like them and never pretended to be.
A whisper drifted across, as I meandered through the crowd: “’Tis Mr Holloway, Eleanor.”
With a tilt of my head, I spotted the speaker leaning into her sister, who fluttered her lashes in a clear attempt to catch my attention.
Eleanor had turned out to be a worthy virgin. The scent of her blood had driven me wild as I had plunged into her.
I smiled to myself as I turned away.
Farther along, pausing to sample the crisp apples, I caught Mrs Lawson’s scent. The older ladies may not have been as pure, but they could not be denied their eagerness to please. For that reason alone, they made for an entertaining afternoon.
My nose lifted to track her, and I found the woman beyond a table stacked high with fresh loaves, hidden behind her fan, which she waved with vigour. I recalled that her petticoat had held many layers, and the removal of them turned out to be almost as much fun as the act itself. I wondered how she had explained the damage to her pompous husband.
At a new aroma begging for notice, my step faltered as my nostrils flared.
Strong, yet understated, alluring and seductive, the unsullied flavour carried the exceptional deliciousness of womanly musk. Possessed by a need to find the source, I tilted my head and allowed my nose to lead.
It should have been difficult, impossible even, to locate such subtlety amongst the overpowering wafts of food and body odours, yet the strong pull beckoned to me, drawing me on.
Whispers continued, as I passed one stall after another, but they no longer held my interest. My mind seemed only able to focus on the unfamiliar scent. Although it intensified with each step, I half wished for a stronger breeze to invade the clear morning, to bring me a more wholesome dose and appease my sudden and unbidden greed.
My eyes shifted, as I moved, searching. I skimmed over those who held no appeal, the ones whose flavour had already been tasted, until, at the end of the row ahead, I spotted two young women.
From the angle of their positions, I doubted they could see me. The purchasing of herbs distracted the darker haired of the two. Animated, she possessed a flamboyance which showed in her movements, and in her pleasant tones, as she bartered with the stall owner.
I imagined she would get her own way with the price.
To her side stood a fairer female, with a quiet calm that showed in the relaxed set of her shoulders. Taking a step closer, I studied her.
Appearing younger, almost lacking in confidence, she was also somewhat taller and certainly far more beautiful. I did not recognise her, yet could not mistake her scent. I had been tracking it for the past five minutes.
Leaning across the jewellery on the stall beside me, I caught the proprietor’s attention. “Who is the girl?” I asked, pointing toward the one who held me so rapt.
“Regular of mine.” He nodded and smiled. “The Stonehouse sisters often purchase my quartz and amethyst.”
As he spoke their name in a conspicuous overtone, the females turned.
Blue eyes, as dark as sapphires, appraised me from beneath wisps of blonde, and a smile widened the girl’s lips, as my own mouth curved at the corners.
Beside her, the darker girl leaned into the fair tresses of her sister. “Sean Holloway is a ladies’ man and not to be trusted,” she hissed, her words carrying to me with ease, before she walked off. When her sister remained, gaze locked with mine, the seemingly older girl called out, “Come along, Jem. Mother is waiting.”
My eyebrow twitched upward. Jem?
With her attention tugged back toward her departing sibling, she dipped her head and followed behind.
Still, the essence her body had left in its wake lured me, and, unable to do otherwise, I trailed after her.
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It’s been forever since I participated in a blog hop it seems, but September for Sequels is the perfect place for me to hop back in.
What’s up for grabs on my end of things?
As this is a sequels hop, I’m offering up a e-book copy of not yet released, TORN, the second book in the Fire Born Novels trilogy which launches on September 8th. And since it is the second, I’m also going to giveaway a e-book copy of the first book in the trilogy, TIED.
Target Audience: Young Adult
Key Words: Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Mystery, Mythology
Publisher: J Taylor Publishing
Normal people don’t believe their nightmares stalk them. They don’t fall in love with boys who don’t exist, either.
Seventeen-year-old Layla Labelle, though, is far from normal. Her delusions walk the earth. Her hallucinations hunt her, and her skin heats to a burn every time her anger flares.
Or is that all in her head?
Layla doesn’t know what to believe any more because if none of that’s true, Max MacLarnon must be an illusion, and her heart must still be broken.
No matter how much she wants to believe Max is real, doing so would mean everything else is, too. How, then, is that possible?
The answers lie in an age-old legend the supernatural aren’t prepared to reveal, and with a curse that could tear Layla and Max apart forever—if it doesn’t kill them both first.
In TIED, book one in the Fire Born trilogy, learning the truth will mean fighting an arsenal of demons, and being with Max will put Layla on a path toward her own destruction.
Just how far will Layla go to protect the one she loves?
The answer may never be far enough … away.
AND … the sequel:
That’s all Layla cares about. Not healing from the Fomore attack. Not finding answers to how she survived a fall that nearly killed her. Nothing will stop her. She will find him. She’ll even pair up with an overbearing Fallen Angel who’s hell bent on making everything harder than it needs to be if she has to.
For Max, nothing else matters. Not the bruises covering his body. Not the pain radiating from his broken bones. Not even his hands tied behind his back. He will find a way to save Layla, and the Fomore will pay if they’ve hurt her.
Every. Single. One of them.
In the second installment of The Fire Born trilogy, a new breed of villain looms—one Layla and Max will never suspect, and this killer has nothing to lose. Better yet, with Max and Layla’s deaths, victory is in the grip of the enemy.
Will Max and Layla find each other in time, or is it already too late for them both?
Releasing September 8, 2014
September is for Sequels will run from September 2nd – September 10 at midnight.
To make the entries super simple, I’m only asking for you to leave a comment in the comment form below, including your email, so I can contact the winner. Random.org will choose one winner at contests end, on September 10 at midnight. (The giveaway is International)
That’s it. Simple.
Thanks, and GOOD LUCK!
Check out all the other blogs participating in the hop and goodies up for grabs HERE
This Giveaway has ended, and
Cassandra, you’re the winner of an e-book of AFTER DARK by Emi Gayle!
Send me an email and I’ll get you your winnings! Congrats!
Welcome to the J. Taylor Publishing Christmas Cracker Scavenger Hunt!
Today, TEN J. Taylor authors are taking part in the Scavenger Hunt, which means there will be multiple chances to enter for a shot at an
AWESOME GRAND PRIZE!
PLUS, there are more goodies up for grabs at EVERY stop along the way, too!
In fact, here’s MY mini-giveaway.
All you have to do is leave me a comment in the comment section at the end of the page,
and you will be entered to win an EBOOK OF AFTER DARK by Emi Gayle.
And back to the …
So … the GRAND PRIZE?
Enter in the Christmas Cracker Scavenger Hunt, and you could win a $100 Amazon Giftcard just in time for Christmas!
Still got last minute shopping to grab?
Fancy treating yourself as a reward for surviving yet another year?
Here’s your chance.
In order to enter, you will need to answer a variety of questions. There are ELEVEN questions in total—so eleven chances to win—and you will find ONE question on each of the nine other participating author blogs plus the J. Taylor blog.
As for the eleventh? Well, that one’s below:
Question: What is Max’s last name?
If you need help, here’s a hint: You can find the answer HERE!
And you can enter in the Rafflecopter form below.
And don’t forget to enter at the NEXT STOP: Author Terri Rochenski‘s blog for another chance to enter!
Don’t worry if you get lost.
Simply hop back to the J. Taylor Blog, where you can find the complete list of authors and links.
Here’s the Rafflecopter to enter the Grand Prize:
Terms & Conditions of E-Book Giveaway
NO PURCHASE is necessary to enter this giveaway; This giveaway is open INTERNATIONALLY to anyone over the age of 17; Prizes is as stated: ONE ebook to ONE winner; No cash alternative will be offered; Giveaway begins on December 16th 2013 and closes at midnight on December 20th 2013; one comment on the blog post equals one entry; Winner will be chosen using Random.org; Winner will be contacted via email, and will be asked to select their preferred e-format for their prize; No addresses, emails, or other contact information will be shared with third parties, other than the publisher, who will deliver your prize direct–all information will be treated with the strictest confidence; If there are any technical issues, they will handled post haste. Eg, duplicate entries will be deleted; if the blog via which you have entered goes ‘down’ you entry will still stand and be entered; VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW