Saturday, February 18, 2017

You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas - Release Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway




Title: You Had Me at Hero
Author: Michael P. Thomas
Genre: Gay Romance, Contemporary, Interracial
Length: Novella
Publisher: JMS Books

Synopsis

When seventeen-year-old Mark Potts fell from a balcony, he lost both the use of his legs and any faith in heroes. Now twenty-nine, he’s long-since come to terms with his injury. His job provides more opportunities for eye-rolling than for riding to anybody’s rescue, but with two kids to bring up, he barely has time for his husband, much less for heroics. Besides, Starr Bradford is a policeman -- how many heroes does one family need?

Mark and Starr love each other madly, but stress management is a load-bearing pillar of their happiness. When Mark’s coping skills fail him at exactly the wrong moment, he’s left hanging by a thread of words he should’ve kept in his mouth. He has the power to repair their relationship, but when Starr’s workday suddenly goes south, will he get to wield it? Keeping it together long enough to find out is a job worthy of any superhero!

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Excerpt

The 911 call center was tucked into a park in the middle of town. Mark and Starr lived in a neighborhood of post-World War II brick ranch houses east of the park, barely a five-minute drive at three in the morning. Even after being corralled by Coretta, Mark was out of his clothes, out of his chair, and into the bed by three-thirty, with his arms around his husband at three-thirty and about two seconds. Geeze but it felt good to cuddle up next to Starr. Any trace of a world that might exist outside their bed fizzled away as soon as they were in it together. Even if he tried, which he had long given up doing, he couldn’t focus on a worry, couldn’t retain the residue from even the most stressful call. With Starr in his arms, there was no room left for fear, no way to also hold on to doubt. With Starr in a patrol car and two sons careening through life in America while being black, these things were easy enough to find during the day, but in the quiet dark, Starr’s body throwing heat like rocks in a sauna, Mark’s defenses—which Starr assured him were more finely tuned than most people’s—melted away.

When Starr rolled over with the whoosh of a contented sigh to take Mark in his own arms, Mark knew he was safe. He knew he was loved. And when his hand followed a hunch along the ridge of Starr’s muscled belly, he knew he was desired. He took a great handful of Starr’s warm, heavy balls and watched a sleepy grin spread across his face.

“Marky?”

This mumbled verification always made Mark laugh. As opposed to? “No. It’s a jewel thief,” he said, gathering Starr’s balls and giving his sac a tug. “I just struck it rich.”

The grin grew and Starr rolled onto his back. “Take whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me.”
“We’ll see.”

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About the author

Michael P. Thomas is a flight attendant whose writing is continually inspired by his work with the flying public, who flatly refuse to be boring. The author of three novel-length gay romances and a number of romantic and erotic shorts, he writes gay fiction because when he was coming out he sure was glad to have it to read. After misspending his youth in San Francisco, he now lives in his native Colorado with his husband.

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Friday, February 17, 2017

Skythane by J. Scott Coatsworth - Blog Tour with Author Guest Post, and Review


Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Authors: J. Scott Coatsworth
Cover Artist: Anne Caine
Length: 85K, # pages
Format: eBook, Paperback
Release Date: 2/17/17
Pairing: MM
Price: TBD
Genres: sci fi, mm romance, gay sci fi

Blurb:

Jameson Havercamp, a psych from a conservative religious colony, has come to Oberon—unique among the Common Worlds—in search of a rare substance called pith. He’s guided through the wilds on his quest by Xander Kinnison, a handsome, cocky wing man with a troubled past.

Neither knows that Oberon is facing imminent destruction. Even as the world starts to fall apart around them, they have no idea what’s coming—or the bond that will develop between them as they race to avert a cataclysm.

Together, they will journey to uncover the secrets of this strange and singular world, even as it takes them beyond the bounds of reality itself to discover what truly binds them together.

Excerpt:

Rain hit the plas and ran downward in little rivulets, separating and rejoining like branches of time as the storm whipped itself into a frenzy over Oberon City.

Xander Kinnson lay on his bed, head thrown back, watching the tempest with a laziness that belied his inner turmoil and pain. Alix had left him and gone missing. A year had passed, and still he had a hard time accepting that simple fact.

His dark wings with their jet-black feathers were stretched out lazily to each side of his supine form, their tips extending past the edge of the bed. His chest heaved slowly up and down, and he breathed easily, as if he were utterly relaxed.

Nothing could have been further from the truth. Below the surface, under the deception of skin and sinew, his heart beat at a thunderous pace, and his mind raced for answers to Alix’s fate that slipped beyond his grasp.

The handsome trick he’d brought home rested his warm hands on Xander’s thighs, his hot mouth engaged elsewhere. Xander smelled the deep, masculine musk of him, slipping a hand absently through the man’s dark, tousled hair as the rain increased to a thundering downpour against the plas. The drops glistened, each an individual universe of shimmering light before running quickly out of sight.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room, thunder indicating how close it had been. As the heavy rain pounded against the arco’s walls, Xander rode the wave of pleasure higher and higher. Despite himself, he rose quickly toward climax, drawn up on the tide as the trick worked his cock. Unable to stop himself, he thrust his hips almost angrily upward into the man’s willing throat. Closer, closer….

He reached the crest, a pleasure so intense it burned through him like phosphorous, a white-hot fire.

Lightning flared again across the wet, black sky, followed by thunder so close it shook the bed. The storm had reached a fever pitch outside, and he arched his back in the air one more time, his wings rustling beneath him. As if in concert with the storm, Xander came, the release of his orgasm radiating from his hips along his spinal cord and down through his toes and the tips of his wings.

The rush of elation washed away his cares for a few brief moments. Xander shuddered, shivered, and shuddered again, and it was over.

For a while, he drifted in an oblivion that was blessed in its emptiness. The rain fell in a steady beat against the window, and he forgot to wallow in his pain. His mind floated free, with no responsibilities, nothing to worry about for those brief moments between sex and real life. This was what he needed. This lack of thought, this pleasurable oblivion where he could just be.

When he opened his eyes at last, the nameless trick was staring down at him, expectant.

“You’re still here.”

“I can do more, if you’d like,” the man said with a grin. Like Alix, he had no wings—a lander man.

Xander glared at him, annoyed. He was handsome enough, tall, dark-haired, with blue eyes and a light complexion. Strangely, he reminded Xander of Alix. The hair and eyes were wrong, but there was something about him, and that annoyed the hell out of Xander, for reasons he didn’t care to examine too closely. “Get out,” he said with a dismissive wave.

The man frowned. “I thought—”

“Oh right, your pay.” Xander took the man’s arm and slitted him a hundred crits from the wrist reader embedded in his own. Then he waved the trick away. “We’re square. Now get the fuck out of my flat.”

The man gathered his own clothes, but Xander didn’t give him time to put them on. Instead he hustled the trick out of the irising door, palming it closed on his hurt and angry expression.

I really have become a bastard, he thought, staring at his dim reflection in the shiny black door. It had been a long year.

He tapped the cirq in his temple with his left hand, and called out to his PA. “Ravi, any messages for me?”

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5 out of 5 stars
Skythane is a new science-fiction romance from author J. Scott Coatsworth. I'd hazard a guess that this is possibly the first book in a series...well at least I'm hoping it's the first book in a series because I absolutely loved this story. Skythane features some of my favorite science fiction elements and a handful of very well written lead and supporting characters. Add in a touch of romance, which helps make this my second 5 star book of the year. 

Our two lead characters, Xander and Jameson, are polar opposites, or so they seem at first. Xander is a skythane, a winged resident of the planet Oberon. Xander also straddles what I'd call the gray line, he's neither good nor bad, he's all about surviving this world that's not quite friendly for someone with wings. Jameson is a psych and travels to different worlds helping others. He was raised in a conservative religious colony by conservative religious parents who expect him to follow tradition and marry a nice girl and have children. 

Xander and Jameson are thrown together on this mission to find more pith and what's causing the shortage of this substance. Along their adventure, things start occurring that indicate Oberon is heading for destruction. On their journey their joined by Quince, who knows both men but doesn't share that with them for a little while, and Morgan, a feral boy who Xander stumbles on while separated from the others. Then there is Xander's attraction to Jameson, who attempts to ignore that because of his upbringing.

So from the start of Skythane we're introduced to the authors world-building and creation of a very strong back story laced with Oberon's history. The author also creates detailed images through description of the areas that the group is travelling through. Adding in action, adventure, internal and external conflict which spurs on character growth and you've got what I'd consider the best elements of a science fiction story. Of course this is all rolled into one book but all that information doesn't overload or detract from the story. Of course, I forgot to mention that there's a prophecy tucked within the story and that involves both Xander and Jameson. 

While the romance is there it is almost a secondary aspect instead of the main focus of the book. I'm completely okay with that because the events occur over a short time frame of maybe a week or less. It still is enough to pull Xander and Jameson together and weave the beginnings of a fated relationship, and even left me satisfied with where their relationship lies by the end of Skythane. 

I could probably go on and on about the story but I'd rather encourage you to go pick this book up and read it for yourself. There are so many things that I think you'll enjoy about Skythane that reading it is the only way to get the full effect. I highly recommend this book and hope that the author plans more within this world and even with these characters.


Three Things to Send the Author You Love
(And Three You Shouldn't)
J. Scott Coatsworth

I'm a relatively newly published author - my first short story came outin mid 2014, and Skythane is my first full-length novel. I have yet to receive my first fan letter in the mail, though I did have my first fanboy enounter at GRL in Kansas City last October. I’m still walking on air over that one.

But just in case you are thinking about going all fan crazy for me, here's a list of things I would love to receive from my fans:

1) Fan Art. Go wild. Paint a picture of Xander and Jameson from Skythane, and show off Xander's gorgeous black wings. Send me a winged bust, or a charcoal sketch of Oberon in half phase. Let your imagination run wild. I have only one exception to this rule—we’ll deal with that below.

2) Anything Chocolate. This works for almost any author, in my experience. You almost can't go wrong with chocolate. Especially dark chocolate. But not so dark that it should only be used for baking.

3) Your Questions About the Book. Let me know what you thought. Tell me what you are dying to find out in book two, and I'll tell you you'll just have to wait and see. But it will make me feel really good to hear that you’re interested.


On the flip side, there are a few things you should probably never send to your new author idol:

1) Your Scathing Criticism. Okay, so you read my book and you fricking hated it. We have this marvelous thing called the internet now, and you can reach out through it directly and tell me just how much you hated it.

But you shouldn’t.

You see, authors are people too. We writemostly for the love of it—God knows the majority of us will never get rich at it. And we are sensitive types. Your email, while giving you temporary satisfaction, could easily send me into a tailspin that might take weeks to recover from. Because we want you to like our stories, and when you don’t, it hurts.

Do you really want to be responsible for sending me on a three week Wild Cherry Pepsi and Oreo binge?

2) Macaroni Fan Art. Fan art is awesome. We authors love fan art, as stated above. But macaroni fan art is almost never okay. I don’t feel like I should have to say this, but there it is.

You know who you are. And you know why.

3) Your Underwear/Bra/Belly Button Lint. We love our readers too. You guys are the people who make what we do possible. But there is something to be said for keeping a little professional distance between us. In some cases, an entire state.


I hope this simple gifting guide will help the fan who really wants to reach out and touch their favorite authors… without leaving a stain.

:)
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My new novel, Skythane, is just out – and it combines my love of sci fi and secret reveals and MM romance. I hope you enjoy it!


Author Bio:


Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.

Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him "the only one stopping you from writing is you."

Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way. He has sold more than a dozen short stories - some new, some that he had started years before. He is currently working on two sci fi trilogies, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi (http://www.queerscifi.com) site, a group for readers and writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and paranormal fiction.





Wolf Moon by Lisa Kessler - Blog Tour with Excerpt and Giveaway

WOLF MOON

by Lisa Kessler Moon#7
Publication Date: February 6, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select Otherworld, Paranormal Romance, Standalone, Werewolves, Enemies to Lovers


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SYNOPSIS:

As the last Pack member without a mate, Luke Reynolds has become an outsider. When he takes a job as the head horse trainer Sedona, Arizona, he’s looking forward to starting a new life. But everything changes the night he finds beautiful woman stranded on the side of the highway.

Raven Wood has been bitten and turned against her will. Luckily, her spirit is stronger than most, and she has every intention of escaping the Sedona Pack. Somehow. The sexy lone wolf who rescues her might be just the answer she’s looking for.

But the Sedona Pack Alpha has a mission, and unless Luke and Raven can stop him, they’ll lose everything.

Author’s Note: While a part of a series, each book in the Moon series, including WOLF MOON, can be read as a STANDALONE!

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EXCERPT:

LUKE:

From the passenger seat of her van, I could tell Raven wasn’t happy with my decision to come with her. She didn’t look at me, and her grip on the steering wheel was impressive.

I sighed. “You felt it, right? The pull of the wolf, the web of instinct and destiny weaving between us.” I shook my head. “It pisses me off that those dicks hit you, but now…” I blew out a breath. “I can’t explain it in words. I need to protect you from that. Your safety is all that matters.”

She turned my way. “You know what drew me to you before we ever touched?”

I wanted to say my good looks, but I got the feeling she wasn’t in the mood for humor. Plus, she wasn’t really asking. Her head bumped the headrest as she stared up at the roof. “When I’m with you, I feel like me again. The real me, not this werewolf I got turned into.” Her dark eyes pinned me in my seat. “Please don’t turn into one of them. I’m not a thing to be possessed or protected. I’m Raven Wood. You’re the one who helped me remember that.”

I ground my teeth, struggling to think before I spoke. “You’re not seriously putting me into the same category as that excuse for a Pack you’re stuck in, are you?”

“No.” She faced forward again. “But it’s a really fine line. And it goes both ways.”

“What does?”

She let go of the wheel, her hands dropping into her lap. “I want to protect you, too. And I know these guys better than you do. If you ride in this van and go to the bar with me, Caldwell is going to kill you.” Her gaze rose to my face. “I’ve managed to stay alive for the past three months. I can take care of myself. What I need is help getting me and my sister out. You should focus on that and keep yourself safe in the process.”

I fucking hated that what she said made sense. I was thinking with my heart, so damned stoked to have finally found my mate, that I wanted every wolf in the world to know she was mine.

But she wasn’t a trophy to put on a shelf.

And as much as it killed me to think one of those assholes might touch her, I’d be no use to her dead.

I cleared my throat, searching for my voice. “There’s a good chance you might be smarter than me.”

That almost made her smile. “Nah, I just like being around you while you’re still breathing.” She glanced my way. “I’m pretty selfish like that.”

I laughed. She amazed me. Changed into a shifter against her will, stuck in a sick Pack, and through it all, my mate made me laugh.


Years of searching, worrying I’d never find her. And she was worth every minute of it all.



ABOUT LISA KESSLER



Lisa Kessler is a Best Selling author of dark paranormal fiction. She’s a two-time San Diego Book Award winner for Best Published Fantasy-Sci-fi-Horror and Best Published Romance. Her books have also won the PRISM award, the Award of Excellence, the National Excellence in Romantic Fiction Award, the Award of Merit from the Holt Medallion, and an International Digital Award for Best Paranormal.

Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award.

When she’s not writing, Lisa is a professional vocalist, and has performed with San Diego Opera as well as other musical theater companies in San Diego. 

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Thursday, February 16, 2017

Half by Eli Lang - Blog Tour with Giveaway




About Half

Living between worlds has never been comfortable, but it’s where I’ve always fit: between human and fey, illness and health, magic and reality.

I’ve spent the last six years looking for a cure for the nameless sickness eating me up. If I believed there was one out there, I would keep searching. But there isn’t, so I’ve come back home, where my past and present tangle. Come home to live . . . and to die.

But my father insists I meet Kin. He’s a healer, and determined to help, even though I’m not so hopeful anymore. But Kin isn’t what I expected, in any way. He sees me, not my illness. He reminds me of what it’s like to be alive. And I can’t help falling for him, even though I know it isn’t fair to either of us.

Kin thinks he has the cure I’ve been looking for, but it’s a cure that will change everything: me, my life, my heart. If I refuse, I could lose Kin. But if I take it, I might lose myself.

Now available from Riptide Publishing. http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/half


About Eli Lang

Eli Lang is a writer and drummer. She has played in rock bands, worked on horse farms, and has had jobs in libraries, where she spent most of her time reading every book she could get her hands on. She can fold a nearly perfect paper crane and knows how to tune a snare drum. She still buys stuffed animals because she feels bad if they’re left alone in the store, believes cinnamon buns should always be eaten warm, can tell you more than you ever wanted to know about the tardigrade, and has a book collection that’s reaching frightening proportions. She lives in Arizona with far too many pets.

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Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Half, one lucky winner will receive a $20 Riptide Publishing credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on February 18, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!


The Worst Werewolf by Jacqueline Rohrbach - Blog Tour with Author Q&A and Giveaway



Title:  The Worst Werewolf
Series: The Immutable Moon, Book 1
Author: Jacqueline Rohrbach
Publisher:  NineStar Press
Release Date: February 13th
Heat Level: 2 - Fade to Black Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 67600
Genre: Romance, paranormal, gay, lgbt, werewolves, vampires


Synopsis

The werewolf said, “Race you to the road.” It was the last thing Tovin heard before his life became uncomfortably complex.

Before that night in the forest, Tovin was the type of guy to play it safe. Happy wearing the same shoes, buying the same deodorant, and eating the same meals day after day, he thought his simple existence was pretty great. At least until his boyfriend dumps him for being boring. Heartbroken but on a mission of vengeance, Tovin decides to start a new life filled with excitement, danger, and maybe a meal from a questionable food truck.

A date with Garvey would start it all. Handsome, sophisticated, the man is everything Tovin thinks he needs. It’s a pity he turns out to be a werewolf on a mission to save his pack from destruction.

Now Tovin is caught up in Garvey’s world.

Abducted and forced to be the bloodservant of a powerful Alpha, he lands right in the middle of a brewing conflict that threatens to destroy humanity.

Excerpt

City people came to the forest with heads full of Whitmanesque romantic notions. Most didn’t discover themselves there. Rather, they were found by search and rescue, cold and shivering from disenchantment. And sometimes pneumonia.

Garvey seemed to fall into that camp. At least he sounded that way when he said, “The forest is magical, right?”

Carpenter ants bit his arms and legs, rocks dug into his butt cheeks, pine needles stung the palms of his hands, and droplets of deer poo splattered around the area gave the air a musky odor. The forest sucked. It was about as non-magical as a place could get, the very definition of earthy. But his date’s ass was spellbinding, so Tovin remained agreeable. “Sure,” he said, “this is great.”

Tovin wasn’t dumb, only horny. He’d heard countless stories about people having sex in the woods that all turned out okay. Kids in high school talked about little else, each locker room story was the start of a cautionary tale that ended in sexual conquest, not anything terrible. Even adults did it. His co-workers met women out here. All of them were fine. Just fine.

“...and that’s why I’m here.” Tovin was done explaining himself to Garvey.

Garvey turned. “So you’re here because you finally decided to take a risk and treat yourself?”

“Yes.”

Garvey chuckled. “Oh dear.”

Nervous, Tovin fiddled with the edge of the blanket and sipped at overly sweet wine as his companion fussed to secure the backpack he brought with him. Garvey insisted on lugging the junk with them to, as he said, do it right. A blanket, some cheap wine, a few candles. Tovin wasn’t exactly dazzled. His date was as cheap as he was weird.

Once settled, Garvey was right down to business—taking off his shirt, his shoes, and undoing the top button of his pants. “Too much too soon?” He didn’t wait for a response, only browsed through Tovin’s facial features. “Pants it is. To be clear, we did come to the forest to screw, yeah?”

Tovin nodded. Fantastic, then. Lets get on with it.” Given the precipitous nature of the mans undressing, Tovin expected a rough, demanding mouth upon his, taking what it wanted. Screwing, basically. Instead, Garvey traced the lines of Tovin’s face with soft kisses. He used the back of his hand to tenderly follow the same path. Noses bumped. Brown eyes continually met his as if asking, Is this okay? Do you like this?

Tentative, Tovin reached out to touch the nest of hair at the nape of Garvey’s neck, drawing away when the man arched his eyebrow at the gesture. “Sorry.” Tovin mumbled to his lap.

“I’m sorry, too, sweet treat. I want you to touch it, just not like that. It’s not going to kill you.” Garvey presented his head, shook it slightly so that the hair tussled and realigned itself around his crown.

Tovin stammered out a quick reply, “No, it’s made of keratin. Keratin would not kill you. Unless it’s in horns. Or nails. Then, I guess it could.” Inwardly, Tovin sighed at himself when Garvey tilted his head and once again raised his eyebrow. “Sorry, I’m a little nervous.”

“Noted,” Garvey quipped. “Touch my glorious mane of non-lethal keratin, then. It’s the best type of keratin, I say.”

Tovin was in the process of reaching for the second time—faster, slightly more confident—when two howls interrupted. He jumped at the noise, once again pulling back his fingers. He withdrew to the edge of the blanket. “What was that?”

Garvey smiled his same swagger smile, the right side of his mouth curving so that one lone incisor poked out of his lips. “Feral dogs.” He bent again to kiss at the corners of Tovin’s mouth. “And just when I thought you were going to make your move at last. You are so much work.”

“Feral dogs? What are they doing?”

“Being feral dogs. Hunting. Don’t worry. They’re not hunting you, sweet treat.” A reassuring hand traced the length of Tovin’s jaw. “They probably got scent of a rabbit, a squirrel...a something.”

“How do you know? They sound close.”

Garvey’s eyes darkened. “I know,” he paused slightly to bring Tovin’s mouth level with his, “because you’ve already been caught.”

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Interview with Jacqueline Rohrbach

What does your family think of your writing?

My parents enjoy it. I'm not close to the rest of my family. I don't imagine they'd approve since they're very religious, but I haven't talked to them for fifteen years or so.

Tell us about your current work in process and what you’ve got planned for the future.

I'm working on the second book in the Immutable Moon series. It's a little over halfway done and I'm super excited about it. It picks up where the first one ends and introduces a new bad guy right out of the gate. I'm also working on a YA magic fantasy book. I started it because I wanted to write a story where women help each other, have lasting friendships, and are not blamed for their own oppression. There are conflicts between women in the book, but not because the female MC is too special. She THINKS she is, but she learns better. ;)

Do you have any advice for all the aspiring writers out there?

Be patient. Be kind to other writers. Be honest with yourself and make hard choices when you revise.

If you could travel forward or backward in time, where would you go and why?

I'd go back to the day I told myself I could manage my depression without medication and slap myself so hard. Past Jackee was stubborn.

If I were snooping around your kitchen and looked in your refrigerator right now, what would I find?

A gratuitous amount of butter and a pizza box. I love to bake but hate to cook.

If you could be a superhero, what would you want your superpowers to be?

I'd like to eat whatever I want but suffer no health consequences for it. Yeah, those are my priorities.


Meet the Author

Jacqueline Rohrbach is a 36-year-old creative writer living in windy central Washington. When she isn’t writing strange books about bloodsucking magical werewolves, she’s baking sweets, or walking her two dogs, Nibbler and Mulder. She also loves cheesy ghost shows, especially when the hosts call out the ghost out like he wants to brawl with it in a bar. You know, “Come out here, you coward! You like to haunt little kids. Haunt me!” Jackee laughs at this EVERY time.

She’s also a hopeless World of Warcraft addict. In her heyday, she was a top parsing disc priest. She became a paladin to fight Deathwing, she went back to a priest to cuddle pandas, and then she went to a shaman because I guess she thought it would be fun to spend an entire expansion underpowered and frustrated. Boomchicken for Legion!

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Tour Schedule

2/13 - Books,Dreams,Life - http://staceyschneller06.wordpress.com
2/13 - Joyfully Jay - joyfullyjay.com

2/14 - Stories That Make You Smile - https://authoraddisonalbright.com
2/14 - Boy Meets Boy Reviews - boymeetsboyreviews.blogspot.com

2/15 - Prism Book Alliance - www.prismbookalliance.com
2/15 - On Top Down Under Book Reviews - http://ontopdownunderbookreviews.com/

2/16 - Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews - http://wickedfaeriesreviews.blogspot.com
2/16 - Divine Magazine - https://divinemagazine.biz

2/17 - Happily Ever Chapter - https://www.facebook.com/happilyeverchapter
2/17 - Love Bytes - www.lovebytesreviews.com

Giveaway

One lucky winner will receive an ebook of their choice from NineStar Press