Showing posts with label on writing paranormal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label on writing paranormal. Show all posts

Friday, February 23, 2018

Nancy Lee Badger Presents Nancy Holland

Author Nancy Holland stopped by to share intimate details about her life and her latest book. I always enjoy hosting other authors... especially ones with such a beautiful names!

Take it away, Nancy!

Thank you for having me on the blog today, Nancy. I’m so excited about the release of Thalgor’s Witch. Thalgor’s Witch, my first fantasy novel (and the first book in the Witch King series), is truly the book of my heart. I hope you all love Thalgor and Erwyn’s story as much as I do! 

Book blurb -- Thalgor’s Witch

In a land of perpetual war and wandering, warrior Thalgor not only leads his people in battle, but keeps the hope alive that someday his displaced tribe can rebuild the kingdom that was lost to the treachery between witches and men. When he captures a beautiful witch, he knows he cannot trust her. But to succeed in his quest to find a new home and prevail over his enemies, he also knows he needs her. 

Erwyn might be a slave and feared for her powers and precognition, but she doesn’t cower when confronted by the feared warrior. Nor does she act as expected. Thalgor’s kindness confuses her. His flashes of humor confound her. And the reaction he ignites in her body creates a longing that she cannot deny.

Neither anticipated falling in love. The stakes are high, but when Thalgor is mortally wounded, Erwyn realizes she must she must accept help from an unlikely source to save him.

Free Excerpt from Thalgor’s Witch

Thalgor looked up and down the battlefield and saw what he had missed in his focus on finding the enemy leader.
Gurdek’s men were holding their own, but they made no headway against the enemy. The line of men on his left had broken. The enemy had gotten through in places and now battled some of their men from two sides. As the guards began to arrive from the camp, Gurdek sent them to close the broken line, but they were too few, too late.
Soon, Thalgor saw, the line would break entirely and they would be surrounded. Defeat was inevitable. His daughter would be born, live, and die some other man’s slave.
If they allowed Erwyn to live at all.
And he could do nothing to protect her. He could only continue to fight in the cold, mud and rain, killing and grieving now with equal passion and equal despair.
The enemy’s leader made his way toward him.Thalgor doubted killing him would do more now than slow the tide of defeat.
But kill him he would.
The two leaders raised swords against each other. Their men moved away from where they stood, some out of deference to their strength and valor, some simply out of fear.
The enemy glanced away for just a moment to appraise his men’s advantage.
Now. Thalgor brought his sword down hard, but it struck only his opponent’s shield, as his sword stuck only Thalgor’s.
They fought on that way, blow for blow, until Thalgor’s arms grew numb, his breath hot and tight in his chest.
Just when he began to doubt he could ever kill this man who would soon take from him all he loved, a stir ran through the warriors on all sides. Both leaders froze and looked as their men did at a rocky outcropping just to one side of the battlefield.
A man stood on the highest point in a shimmering silver robe. The Witch King.
Beside him stood Erwyn.




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More About the Author
A former professor and finalist in the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart© contest, Nancy Holland recently began to live her dream as a full-time writer. She draws on her vision of what human existence can be and the creative wellsprings of her mind to create characters who live in a fantasy world, but are as real as the people you see every day. Her heroes and heroines refuse to give up on themselves, struggle to improve their lives, and learn to trust each other. Connect with Nancy here:

     



Friday, February 2, 2018

Amy Deason and her Book Stone Cold Angel

Amy Deason stopped by to share her latest release! Stone Cold Angel is the second book in The Perfect Order series. A suspenseful romance series that plunges her readers in a world of mystery, secrets, lies, and death.

BOOK BLURB:
Be Careful Who You Trust . . . 
Cadence Montgomery had it all. A beautiful home, a loving father, a scholarship to one of the most prestigious music schools in the country. But when her father, a nuclear physicist, disappears into the vast regions of Russia without a trace, everything comes to a crashing halt. Tired of waiting for answers that never come, she decides to take matters into her own hands and sets forth on a dangerous journey to find him. Soon she finds herself in the midst of something than she could ever imagine. The only person standing between her and death is the most mysterious and seductive man she'd ever encountered. 
Nikolas Kozlov is a killer . . . Not only in his work but also in the bedroom. As a part of an extreme undercover organization known simply as The Perfect Order, he has spent many years honing his elite skills in the art of combat, disguise, and seduction. Now he must return to his own country in search of the one woman that may hold the key to stopping a madman set on world domination. But his expectations of a spoiled American princess are blown apart as he realizes there is more to Cadence than meets the eye.

With millions of lives on the line and time running out, Nikolas and Cadence must find the answers they need to stop the international terrorist before it's too late. But as they make their way across the country, they struggle to fight not only against the killers hunting them at every turn but also against the electrifying attraction growing between them. Once the shocking truth is laid bare, only one question remains. Can they survive the impossible odds . . . and each other? 

STONE COLD ANGEL EXCERPT:
   The man leaning toward her was absolutely dangerous.
   And totally gorgeous. Cadence felt these things as clearly as she felt the pull on her arms and the chill in the air. As clear as the immense ache in her head and face.
   God, it felt as though her brain was being ripped apart.
   It hadn’t helped thrashing around trying to free herself from the chair. Any more than it had to try and nail the men with the tire iron when they’d finally opened the trunk. She thought she’d managed to hit one of them but she couldn’t be sure. The last thing she remembered was a fist coming at her followed by a brief flash of pain and darkness.
When she woke up, she was in this place, tied to a chair. A large man encased in an expensive suit stood over her.
   With wide shoulders, a brown buzz cut, and piercing green eyes, he was attractive in a cold sort of way. But when he smiled, a chill ran through her, spearing her heart. His words were friendly and polite but when she refused to answer his questions, he’d become enraged and she tensed herself for another blow.
   But he hadn’t hit her. Instead, he’d pulled out a syringe and injected her with something. Whatever it was had knocked her out quickly and with a lot less pain than a fist to the face. She could still feel the light sting on the side of her neck.
   Now here she was again, with another creep.
   Shifting uncomfortably, she tried to shrink into herself and escape the dark, penetrating eyes of this handsome man but there was nowhere for her to go. She was strapped to the chair, unable to do more than look away. But the intensity in the man’s eyes kept her from even doing that.
   Frozen in place, she could only watch as he leaned in, closing the space between them, his lips scant inches from hers. Terror accelerated her heart, making it slam against her ribs painfully.
   “I’m here to help you but you have to do exactly what I say,” he murmured, his voice soft and husky.
   His breath had been warm and sweet, washing over her face and it would have stolen her breath had she not been holding it.
   She was afraid, no doubt about it, but she wasn’t stupid and she’d been through this once before. She knew what he wanted and she wasn’t willing to play along.

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About Amy Deason
I have been reading since I was three years and I have had a voracious appetite for reading ever since.  Everything I could get my hands on, I read. I read so much and so fast that I had teachers doubting me until they finally realized that I truly was reading ALL of those books. 😊 

I remember sitting at my grandma's house when I was 7 or 8 and writing silly little stories that my grandma would read aloud and hang on the refrigerator. She would laugh or smile as she read them and it was then I knew I wanted to write.

I love everything about books. The feel of them in my hand. The smell of the pages. The places they can take you. The way they help you temporarily escape everyday life, and the way they open doors to new experiences and people.

I currently live in NW Arkansas with my wonderful husband, three children, and our shih tzu. I enjoy all kinds of activities when time will allow it. (Not often 😏But if I'm not working, you can find me writing, reading, or spending time with my family. Connect with Amy here:  WEBSITE     FACEBOOK

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