Guess who? We have Shirin Dubbin with us today! And she’s dishing out something for Halloween! No, sorry, no food involved. You’re lucky if you can snatch a bartender around here since it’s Halloween and everyone is probably out Trick-O-Treating…

BUT…hang out with Shirin Dubbin!

Blurb: 

WHIPSTITCH, In which a pair of Faebled nemeses come together for an All Hallows sewing bee.

Ione Cain is known for her stitch witchery; her garments cause tongues to wag in wonder at the life they possess. Tonight, beneath the All Hallows Moon, with her Nemesis at her side, Ione will bend her talent to quilting a memorial to her lost loves.

Whipstitch is a tale of revenge and love gone wrong—but horribly right.

Download it at ARe! It’s FREE! 

A Dish Best Served on Halloween

There’s something about tales of revenge that makes them sweet. You know the feeling at the end of a movie when the long-suffering hero finally gets the better of the villain? If you’re like me you cheer or clap your hands at the wicked sense of justice.

One of my favorite cases of revenge is in the French film Amélie. The heroine torments a nasty neighbor by causing his cable to go out each time his favorite soccer team is about to score. Ha ha! If you’re a sports lover or know a sports lover you can picture the torture. The guy totally lost it. And he completely deserved it. There’s something so satisfying in that.

In classic literature, The Count of Monte Cristo and The Cask of Amontillado delighted me. Nobody writes vengeance like Dumas and Poe. Can you imagine having everything you love most systematically ripped away from you? Or being bricked up in a tomb while still alive? I can’t either. Now imagine those things happening to a villain. Yup, I can see you smiling.

My free short story, Whipstitch, is my version of the vengeance tale. It’s also a story of love gone wrong—but horribly right. And to make the revenge even sweeter it all goes down on Halloween.

Up Next: A Giveaway

Two commenters will win copies of my latest release CHAOS TRYST (set in the same world as Whipstitch). Chaos Tryst is the tale of a modern Goldilocks and her favorite bear-shifter on a madcap romp of a first date.

Today, our guest of honor is J.S. Wayne. It’s so nice to have you here, and I’m sure you’re ready for a good time! Let the party begin!

Thank you for having me, Clarissa!

First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you want club soda, I’ll have to send you to the corner.)

Beer, please. If there’s no Chivas Regal

Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt person?

Chips. Gotta have my salt

Are you old enough to drink? LOL.

I hope so. Otherwise I’ve got the wrong ID, and probably wearing someone else’s pants!

LOL! Tell us about your new release.

Blurb:

More than two decades have passed since the Hodans invaded the peaceful kingdom of Jurav. In their zeal for conquest, they have mercilessly rent the Juravian national character asunder, starting with the temples of their gods.
Varath was raised from a young age by his uncle to one day assume his father’s mantle— of the command warden of the Temple of Noradi, the most beloved goddess of the Juravian pantheon and the deity of heart, hearth, and the fires which burn in both.
Melody would have been the High Priestess to Noradi, and her own family has groomed her with equal care against the day when the Hodan hordes would be expelled and she could assume her rightful place as the most powerful figure in the entire nation . . . and as Varath’s bride.
When Varath departed to serve in the Hodan army, Melody saw it as an unconscionable betrayal. Now Varath has returned to take his father’s place as the sole guardian of a temple where no one dares enter, and he has made overtures to claim the other half of his bequest: Melody herself. But can Melody see past the deceptions and lies his rebellion has forced and learn to love the man who seems to have turned his back on his own people?

To see the book trailer, go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Me61FU-Xa-Q

What makes your character and story so special?

I think the most interesting part of “Ancient Magic,” and the part which sets it apart from my other work, is that the two main characters are a regular man and woman set against a backdrop of complete oppression. In this environment, suspicion breeds as a matter of course and even the most innocent actions can appear to have sinister motivations. This kind of enforced cultural paranoia even drives a wedge between two people destined to be together by birthright, by tradition, and by the choice of their own hearts.

What makes the characters themselves special is not the roles in which they are cast, although what they are is inextricably tied to who they are. But to tell you what does set them apart would be to spoil the ending.

And a magician has to keep some secrets, right?

All right, I guess you can come in. Now off to the roast….

 So, what do you write? And why?

I write paranormal erotic romance, urban fantasy, and horror. Why? Because I discovered that I have a certain flair for these genres and I love the challenge of writing people in love. Sex is a natural expression of love, and a large part of my writing, so it seemed only logical to me to combine these genres in my work.

Where do you dream of traveling to and why?The place I most want to visit outside the United States is Malin Head (Cionn Malhanna), Ireland. I wrote about the town for Wail, a paranormal suspense/horror novel about a bean’sidhe (banshee) in 2010, and I fell in love with the pictures I saw of the place in my research. Ireland’s such a wild place, even now, and when you look at pictures of the Irish countryside, you can almost hear shrilling pipes and pounding war drums and the clash of men colliding in battle. It’s as if there’s some untamed spirit just under the surface which informs the place to such a degree it’s almost visible. Besides, I can always go for a little craic!

What was your first sale as an author? Anything special about it?My first sale to a publisher was a story that I didn’t give a hope in Hell of ever seeing daylight as it was. I’d written it as a one-off attempt for a contest on Writing.com, and split first prize with a story about a mermaid. It got some great reviews, and my wife nudged me into looking around and seeing if I could get the story published. I stumbled across Noble Romance, submitted the story and a month later, was signing the contract!

That story was “Angels Would Fall,” the short story that started off the series which continued with “Angel Of The Morning” and, most recently, with Angels Cry, a category-length novel!

What is the hardest part of writing your books?

A lot of writers will tell you the hard part’s writing the middle, or the sex scenes, or the fight scenes. But for my money, the hardest part is after the book is written, the contract’s signed, and I’m waiting for the edits to get underway.

You see, that’s when the author has to get busy actively promoting their work. I’ve had two releases out in a month and a half, Angels Cry and “Ancient Magic,” and another one coming down the pike next month: “Dancing On Flames,” an m/m werewolf story. Trying to strike the balance between getting the word out that you’ve got a shiny new story on the horizon without saturating people’s inboxes and Twitter feeds to the point they simply stop caring is tricky, and exhausting. Promotion is the life or death of an otherwise promising story, but there are so many ways to do it wrong, and only so many hours in the day to do it right!

What is one thing about you that most people don’t know?Most Saturday nights, I knock off about 8 or 9 my time, have a couple of friends over, and play Magic: The Gathering and drink with my friends and my wife until two in the morning. You can’t work all the time without cracking up, but I give it a pretty fair run. When my friends come over, though, I tell the computer good night and indulge my inner gaming geek for a few hours!

Tell us about one of your favorite characters from your books.My favorite character to date is Moradiel, from the Angels series. In a lot of ways, I think he’s the ideal romance hero: He’s gentle and caring to a fault with the woman he loves, and absolutely ruthless with anything or anyone who might pose a threat to her. There is no line he won’t cross, no duty he won’t forsake; he sums it best when he tells Ariel, his human lover: “It is no tragedy, love . . . For this, for you, I’ll take damnation and shed no tear for what I’ve left behind.”

And, as an angel, there’s no concern about some of the, er, post-coital anatomical problems that a human male typically experiences. (I’ll leave the details to your imagination!)

What else are you working on right now?Since it’s almost November, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo, trying to finish off the last installment of the “canonical” Angels series and a WIP entitled Once A Knight’s Enough. After those are done, I’m going to get back to work on a modern paranormal erotic horror story, The Hollow, featuring the Headless Horseman.

I’ve got two upcoming releases: “Dancing on Flames,” which is an m/m paranormal erotic romance featuring werewolves; and “Dead Means Dead,” for the forthcoming Lesbians Vs. Zombies: The Musical Revue line from Noble Romance.

And after I get all those plot bunnies skinned, I’ve got six more in various stages of development! Plus, I’m working on raising awareness for Writing Out Child Abuse, a coalition of writing professionals dedicated to providing care, comfort, aid and hope to survivors of child abuse worldwide.

Last Question: Where can our partygoers find you and your work?

If you want to stalk me on the Internet, feel free! You can find me at:

http://jswayne.wordpress.com (blog)

@jswayne702 on Twitter

And you can read more about me and my work at http://nobleromance.com/authors/155.

Thank you so much for coming!

Thank you for having me here, Clarissa, and thank you to all you wonderful readers who stopped by to spend a little time! I hope you’ll leave a comment with your email address for a chance to win a copy of “Ancient Magic.”

(No problem. I’m chained to my desk most days as it is, so I’ll be around!)

Check out Sable Hunter’s new release! *whispers* There’s a witch on a mission! 

Blurb:  Arabella Landry is a witch on a mission.  She is desperately seeking for the incredible lover that has been setting her dreams on fire.  With the help of the powerful women in her family, she finds him.  Unfortunately, he is completely paralyzed from a devastating rock-climbing accident.

Jade Landale, a conservative Texas Congressman falls head over heels for the beautiful woman who refuses to give up on him.  Soon, his world turns topsy turvy as he finds himself embroiled in a world of magick, murder and the hottest, sweetest love-making imaginable.

Excerpt:

Just the tip of his tongue parted her lips, feathery light, making her push closer, seeking to deepen the kiss. God, she wanted him. Breathing in his scent, she noticed he smelled of warm sunshine and salt spray. The palms of her hands moved feverishly over his golden skin, up over his broad shoulders and around his strong neck. His hair was long, the color of sunflower honey and she couldn’t resist winding her fingers in the strands at the back of his head, pulling him nearer to her. She fought the urge to wrap one leg around his hip in a soundless plea to be filled. A desperate hunger in her pussy made her tingle and ache.

Joy coursed through her bloodstream as he cupped her hips in his hands, first pulling her up hard against him, and then picking her up off the ground. Gratefully, she parted her legs and encircled his waist, pressing her soft center up against his rough jeans. Racing uncontrollably, her heart felt as if it were going to burst through her chest. His lips caressed her mouth, and wandered across her jaw and down the side of her neck. She gasped with passion, never had she felt so molten and eager. Arching her back, she met his gaze. Eyes, the color of a tiger’s eye jewel, framed with thick dark lashes feasted on her face. “Who are you?” she gasped.

Instead of the answer she longed for, he bent low and warmly nuzzled the top of her breasts with his lips. The gentle swell peeked from the top of the silk nightgown clinging damply to her fevered body. Muscles in her thighs contracted and she longed to thrust her hips against him.

Delightful stubble on his chin chafed her skin and Arabella reveled in the slight pain the friction generated. “Please…” she breathed. Allowing one hand to support her weight, he slid the other hand between their bodies and gently palmed the silk and lace providing a filmy barrier to paradise. When she offered no resistance, he pressed on, pushing the delicate material aside, slipping his strong fingers deep within her slit. Over and over again he massaged her clit, making her moan with desire. Unable to resist, she nipped the hard muscle of his shoulder, grazing the supple flesh with her teeth.

Light and heat exploded within her and she threw back her head crying out, as she convulsed in ecstasy. He pressed gentle lips to her ear and whispered, “Come to me.” The last thing she saw before reality dimmed was a full wishing moon shining bright in the velvet sky.

Arabella lifted her hips off the bed, searching in vain for someone who wasn’t there. Quaking with desire, she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to breathe. Lying still, she listened to the lonely sounds of silence. The house was quiet. She was all alone, as usual. How wonderful it would be to have someone in her life like that incredible man. She lay there for a moment and relished the sensations she had enjoyed in his arms. Never had she experienced a dream so intense, yet the climax still vibrating between her legs was definitely real.

Searching her memory, she relived the dream. Who was he? He seemed so familiar, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember where she would have known him from. Maybe the sense of recognition was just an after-effect of the incredibly erotic dream. A face and a body like his would have been impossible to forget. Hugging herself tightly, she fought to hold on to the memory of his touch. When she had awakened from the dream, finding herself alone had been sheer torture. Every fiber in her being longed for him, making her want to reach out and take him in her arms once again. Only, he wasn’t here.

How frustrating. Perhaps the time had come to find a real lover.

She flung the sheet off her body and sat up on the side of the bed. Slowly she stood, and steadied herself enough to walk to the bathroom. Pulling the silk gown over her head, she turned on the shower and faced herself in the vanity mirror. Lifting her long hair from her neck, she twisted the dark strands into a knot and secured the heavy weight with a clip. Leaning closer to the mirror, she gasped. Flipping on the brighter overhead light, she could not believe her eyes or her fingers. Dream or no dream, her neck and upper chest was covered with a faint red rash; a rash left behind by her dream lover’s five o’ clock shadow.

The abrasions on her soft skin seemed to be evidence that more had happened in the twilight hours than just a dream. This intrigued her. How could this be possible? Could he be a real person? Could she return to his arms? The possibilities racing through her mind would have been unusual for most people. However, Arabella Landry was definitely not your typical twenty-four year old woman.

Arabella looked at life through different eyes. For her, the world was a magical place, where probability and certainty could be manipulated by sheer will, and forces existing beyond the bounds of imagination could be tapped into and used to create reality. She had been brought up accepting magick as a way of life.

When she viewed last night’s dream through the lens of magick, a whole new world of possibilities opened up. Something deep within her seemed to be convinced the Adonis with the incredible body actually lived and breathed. Arabella wanted to believe he was a flesh and blood man more than anything.

He had to be real. The words he had whispered were burned in her memory. “Come to me,’ he had said, and she intended to do exactly that…just as soon as she figured out how. She made her shower quick, and after towel drying her body, she slipped on jeans and a soft cotton top.

From the mirror, she could see the reflection of her bed. Nothing would have made her happier than to crawl back between its soft, welcoming sheets and dream. She wanted to see him again. Closing her eyes, Arabella remembered nestling against that incredible chest and clutching those shoulders, which were as broad as a bus. And his face! He had the face of an angel. Undeniably, her dream lover had to be the most powerfully built man she could ever remember seeing, touching, or kissing.

Arabella didn’t have a lot of experience with men. Opening up to people had always been difficult for her. So often when she tried, she’d been slapped down for her trouble. So far, she hadn’t been lucky enough to find a man who could accept her different lifestyle. How incredible it had been to see no judgment in his eyes, only acceptance and desire.

She wanted to hold on to every detail of last night’s dream. The desperation to do something to connect with the sexy phantasm bedeviled her until she realized she needed to make a sketch of him before a single detail of his beautiful face faded from her memory. She sped down the stairs and found her sketchbook. Flipping on the coffee pot, she hopped up on a bar stool and began to draw…him. High cheekbones, chiseled features, soft hair, well-defined abs and steel-strong legs all added up to much more than a sum of his parts. The smoldering look she added to his face came straight from her mind’s eye. Arabella ran her fingers over the drawing, remembering how caressing his skin felt. Propping the sketchpad up on the bar, she poured herself a cup of strong, fragrant coffee. Adding sugar and cream, she stirred the mixture and licked the spoon, all the while studying the portrait she had quickly drawn. He still looked vaguely familiar.

A sense of urgency washed over her. How could she just go about the tasks of the day after last night’s experience? How could she think of anything else but him?

Jade Landale was a prisoner in his own body. Just a few weeks ago, he had been vibrant, alive and free. Now, he might as well be dead—in fact, he fantasized about escaping this nightmare. Paralyzed from his neck down, he couldn’t even swallow on his own. Communication proved to be impossible. Reese had tried, he had continued to ask him questions and instructed him to blink if he understood, but the doctors were not the least bit encouraging. They kept using the term catastrophic injury. Apparently, this time he had really screwed up. Kate had been after him to give up the extreme sports he loved so well, she said his career needed to come first. But he loved the feeling of scaling a sheer rock wall or free diving in the depths of the sea. She told him he would end up killing himself, and, apparently, she’d been right.

Since the diagnosis, Kate had only been in to see him twice and the last time she made an appearance, Jade could tell she’d given up on him. She couldn’t even bring herself to touch his hand. His girlfriend had always been overly squeamish. Apparently, she didn’t have the stomach for a fiancé who might never be more than a vegetable. Despite what Reese told her about the blinking, Kate didn’t believe he could hear her or understand her. Frankly, he wished he had the opportunity to tell her how hard conveying a message to someone who wouldn’t look you in the eye could be. Dr. Reynolds did not want to give up on him; he had said more tests needed to be done before they could be positive of Jade’s prognosis. One of the other doctors assisting on his case said he wasn’t sure Jade was cognizant of his surroundings at all. But he was, much to his dismay—he was, achingly, aware of everything.

The realization of his situation terrified Jade. He screamed endlessly in his head. Over and over, he relived the moment when the bolt failed and he had fallen from one of the sheer faces of E-Rock. He’d known from the moment he landed so brutally and awkwardly at the base of the cliff that his situation was bad. Blessedly, he had only remained conscious for a few moments before passing out. From the moment he regained consciousness, he had known something was horribly wrong, because he felt nothing—absolutely nothing.

The only relief Jade found were his dreams. When he closed his eyes and slept, he could walk and talk and hope and believe that somehow this nightmare would soon be over. Reese and other members of his staff still refused to believe fate could be so cruel. After all, they had pinned their hopes on him being the next governor of the great state of Texas. Now unless a miracle came along, all of his dreams had come to an end.

While a nurse turned him from side to side, giving him a sponge bath, he escaped to a better place deep within his own mind. Last night, he had experienced a particularly intense and strange dream. He had been back on Enchanted Rock—not climbing this time, but with a woman—an amazingly beautiful woman. His dream body had reacted instantly to her, and without the expectations of reality, he had enjoyed her in ways he knew he would probably never enjoy a woman again. She had been so lovely and so very responsive.

Dreams were his only solace, now. He much preferred an alternate reality to this one. The land where he escaped to when he closed his eyes reminded him of something his great grandmother used to tell him. The only daughter of a Cherokee medicine man, she carried with her the old ways and the old beliefs. She used to tell him that even though her body had grown stiff and uncooperative with age, at night—in her dreams—she went to places she could no longer go and did things she was no longer capable of doing. She had called the odd phenomenon ‘walking on the wind’. Maybe, that’s what he had been doing. One thing he knew, his dreams sure beat the hell out of where he was now. He shut his eyes and left the room.

Just leave a comment, or ask a question on this news release and you will be entered into the contest for an ebook of A Wishing Moon.  And there is a simultaneous contest on my website http://sablehunter.com/ under newsletter – tell me about a spooky experience – there will be winners of ebooks there also.

Thanks for reading

Sable Hunter

Today, our guest of honor is Rachel Brimble. It’s so nice to have you here, and I’m sure you’re ready for a good time! Let the party begin!

First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you want club soda, I’ll have to send you to the corner.)

Dry white wine for me every time! Pinot Grigio, Chablis, Sauvignon Blanc…

Ut oh. We have a white wine drinker…Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt person?

Chips – but sugar over salt if we’re talking popcorn!

Love popcorn! Are you old enough to drink? LOL.

Oh, yes…sometimes I wish I wasn’t, lol!

LOL. Tell us about your new release.

Blurb:

Nightclub manager Grace Butler is on a mission to buy the pub where her

mother’s ashes are scattered but the owner wants to sell to anyone but her. And that owner happens to be her father…who has a secret she will do anything to discover.

Social worker and all around good guy Jimmy Betts needs funds to buy a house

for three special kids before their care home closes. Time is running out and he’s desperate for cash. He agrees to to a one-time ‘job’ for bad-man

Karl Butler. But in a sudden turn of events, Jimmy finds himself employed by

Karl’s beautiful, funny and incredibly sexy daughter, Grace.

Their lives couldn’t be more different, yet one thread binds them: they’re both trying

to escape the bonds of their fathers. Maybe the only way they’ll be free is

by being together, instead of alone.

What makes your character and story so special?

Both my characters (hero and heroine) are very strong people, having survived different abuse and bullying from their fathers, albeit on a varying levels. They know the life the want and intend to make it better for themselves and others.

It is a great romance set against a gritty background that adds depth and meaning to their growing relationship. I love this story!

All right, I guess you can come in. Now off to the roast….

Why did you want to become an author?

Writing chose me, not the other way round. I have told stories since I was five or six, standing up in front of the class at ‘carpet time’ and just pulling a story together from nowhere (so wish we had camcorders then!). Years went by and my English teacher told me I would be a writer one day. Didn’t believe her even though I was the proudest sixteen-year-old in the world.

Life went on and it wasn’t until my youngest daughter was born that God knocked me upside the head and told me, “Get on with it. It’s now or never!” The rest is history…

I love that writing chose you! Very cool. Do you have a favorite of your own books and why?

Hmm…I love them all but if I had to choose, it is probably ‘The Arrival of Lily Curtis’ because it was my first Victorian historical and it has given my readers so much enjoyment. The book was released in 2010 but I still receive weekly emails about it as well as four & five star reviews.

‘Lily’ will always hold a special place in my heart.

Buy:

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=176_138&products_id=4124

How would you describe your writing style?

Emotional, sexy with lots and lots of humor!!

Awesome! What is one thing about you that most people don’t know?

Most people don’t know that I was rescued by helicopter from the 2010 French floods. The most frightening twenty-four hours of my life. My family and I were woken at 2am in the morning because the rivers banks had broken. Twelve hours later we were rescued by helicopter from the hotel roof. Thirty-two people died that day…

Wow, that sounds like a crazy experience! Glad you’re safe! Do you like more Alpha or Beta heroes?

Beta every time for me – I wouldn’t be attracted to a Alpha male in real life so it is impossible for me to imagine one for my heroines. I think romance writers need to genuinely fall in love with their heroes before they stand any chance of a reader doing the same. A reader will never be fooled, no matter how good the writing. They have to feel the writer’s emotion.

Interesting…How much do you write in a day? Day or Night? Everyday?

When the kids are at school I write from 9am until 2.30pm five days a week with a couple of hours sneaked in on a Saturday and Sunday. I would say about an hour a day is taken up with promo which although cuts into writing time, it’s essential and can’t be ignored.

www.rachelbrimble.com

www.rachelbrimble.blogspot.com

www.twitter.com/rachelbrimble

www.lyricalpress.com

www.thewildrosepress.com

Thank you so much for coming!

Absolutely!

Comment and enter to win an ebook copy of your choice from Rachel’s collection! 

Today, our guest of honor is Gina Lamm. It’s so nice to have you here, and I’m sure you’re ready for a good time! Let the party begin!

First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you want club soda, I’ll have to send you to the corner.)

Can I choose a Mojito? I’m not much for alcohol that tastes like alcohol.

*coughs* wimp *cough* I mean, do you like cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt person?

 Ooh, salt all the way. Definitely chips.

*shaking head* Are you old enough to drink? LOL.

And then some.

*eyes warily* Okay, tell us about your new release.

Blurb:

Ginger Thistlewaite doesn’t want a blind date. She’s happy with her career, her lonely apartment, and the strange visions that keep her company each night. But when a meddling co-worker sets her up for a blind date, she feels she has no choice but to go along with it.

Baird Kirkland’s been searching for a Daemon female for a long time. Human women can’t satisfy the urges within him so he hires Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand dating service to find a suitable Daemon match, hoping one night will lead to something more.

Baird rubs Ginger wrong from the start. But when his Daemon wings burst free, a vision straight from her dreams, will Ginger be able to resist him?

What makes your character and story so special?

I think all of us really believe, deep down, that we are truly something special. I’m a huge fan of stories that explore hidden natures, talents, and natures, and ONE NIGHT TO FLY definitely embraces that idea. So if you’ve ever just KNOWN that you were a princess who was kidnapped from her castle and forced into living in suburbia, this one’s for you.

All right, I guess you can come in. Baird looks hunky enough. Maybe you can have him make you a mojito. *snicker* Now off to the roast….

So, what do you write? And why?

I write romance. But that’s really a too-simplistic answer. Within the romance genre, I’ve written paranormal, contemporary, erotic, time travel, horror, and YA. That’s why the tagline has “and then some”! I write to have fun, first and foremost, and what more fun could I have than telling stories to my friends?

I like the fun concept. And definitely awesome to share with friends. What is the hardest part of writing your books?

The second draft. It’s hard to cut things, and even harder to isolate issues. First draft is fun, because I’m so excited to find out what happens next. Last draft is fun, because I can see it’s actually going to be okay. But in the end? That’s my own writerly “black moment” J

What do you think makes a good story?

Great characters. Period. To me, it doesn’t matter if you have the most clever and intricate plot in the world. If I don’t care about the protagonists, then I won’t care about the story.

What is one thing about you that most people don’t know?

I was a professional bellydance instructor for several years. It’s a great form of exercise, and a great way to increase your self esteem.

Ohhhh, bellydancer. Interesting. Do you like more Alpha or Beta heroes?

There is the tendency lately to make Alpha heroes that are just complete jerks, so if that’s the case, then give me a Beta. I don’t like jerky heroes.

But I like Alphas… Are you a pantser or plotter?

I’m a pantster in reform. J My last novel was plotted out vaguely before I drafted it, and I enjoyed the results so much more than my first novel that I’m now glued to the “W” plot graph!

LOL. “In Reform”? Too funny. Last Question: Where can our partygoers find you and your work? 

You can find me on Twitter (@GinaLamm) almost any time, but I’m more permanently at www.ginalamm.net.

Thank you so much for coming! 

Grab a mojito! Comment, have some fun, and enter to win a copy of Gina’s One Night to Fly!

Meet Jeanne Guzman! Here to talk about Dragons! 

Do Dragons Really Exist?

In my world, they do, and with the first book in my Dragon Hunters series, Dragon Lover, being released at the end of the month, I thought you’d like to meet one.

Picture this. Long, jet black hair. Light blue eyes. Six foot two—two-hundred-ten pounds of solid muscle. Add to that a wing span (same jet black as his hair) of twenty-four feet and you’ve got Dmitri.

Langhier Dragon, trained hunter, and mate to Kimball Crossley. Dmitri has gone through many changes in his life, from the spelling of his name to the color of his eyes and even the way he looks in the flesh. (well, maybe not flesh, but in two dimension)

When Dmitri (then Demitrie) first introduced himself to me he was dark, mysterious, and completely on his own. He made his living slipping through shadows, hunting down the rogue dragons of his race. He hid his wings (my dragons have beautiful wings) from the world, and from the woman destined to be his.

Well, this wouldn’t due, not at all. He’s still a hunter, still takes down the rogue dragons in his world, but hiding—from Kimball—never. Dmitri has friends, loves his mother, and has a sense of humor to boot. He’s loyal to those who deserve it, and fierce against those who threaten his world. He’s gentle with the ones he loves, and deadly to those who terrorize the innocent. All in all, he’s about as close to perfect as a dragon can get.

Oh, did I mention? Dmitri can breathe fire.

To read more of Dmitri’s story, Dragon Lover, Go to http://www.gypsyshadow.com/JeanneGuzman.html#top

Comment, post! Enter to win a copy of Dragon Lover! 

Blurb:

For eighteen years Kimball Crossley trained for the day she’d come face-to-face with the demon who murdered her parents. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the dragon who would change her life forever.

Dmitri of the Langhier Clan is one of the elite Dragon Hunters. For eighteen years he’s stood against evil, believing he’ll forever be a warrior for his people. That was until the night he’s confronted with his future.

With whispers of war in the air, can Kimball learn to trust what she’s always hated and accept her love for the Dragon Hunter? Dmitri’s skills as a hunter are superior, but can he accept that women, particularly his woman, can be as strong in mind and body as any well trained hunter? Can they put aside their differences long enough to save both their worlds?