Monday, July 30, 2012

Promotional Spotlight on A Hunter's Angel by Cera DuBois

A Hunter's Angel
by Cera DuBois

Blurb : 

The serial killer stalking Clayton, Pennsylvania, isn’t all that has Chief of Police Grace Wallace worried. For a year, she’s tried to forget Special Agent Ian McHenry and now he’s the expert the FBI sent to catch the killer. She can’t stay away from him, but something primal is telling her to run to save much more than just her heart. 

Despite the strict code of ethics Ian vowed to follow as a vampire hunter, he craves Grace’s blood above all others. If he chooses to stay, Ian risks losing his chance at divine forgiveness. 

But if he leaves Grace unprotected from the evil he’s hunted for over a century, he loses more than just his soul…

About the Author

Cera duBois has a strong belief in never giving up on your dreams… Although Cera was unable to read due to dyslexia and a learning disability until she was in the fourth grade, she always had a story to tell. She wrote her first novel in eleventh grade when she had to keep a journal for her academic English class. 

Since her life was far from exciting growing up as a farm girl in West Central Pennsylvania, she decided to rely on her imagination to give her something to write about. Over the course of the school year, she wrote a tangled romance set in the Deep South during the Civil War. 

Becoming an author was her ultimate dream. Despite holding a BS in secondary social studies education from Penn State University, she currently works full-time as a medical secretary. 

A mother of a teenage son and pre-teen daughter, she lives near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, with her husband of nearly 20 years. If she isn’t sitting in a quiet corner with her laptop, warm days will find her in the English garden surrounding her house. Cera loves to read and is interested in history, romance, science fiction and the paranormal. 

She also writes contemporary Westerns under her real name of Sara Walter Ellwood.



The Official Excerpt from A Hunter's Angel by Cera DuBois

“I’m in love with the man inside the vampire.”  Grace moved her hand to thread through his silky hair. When she rested the other over his heart, a soft sigh escaped his lips. Underneath her palm, the slow beat was barely noticeable.
His thumb grazed her cheekbone and slowly trailed down to the hollow of her throat. Her breathing quickened at the zinging anticipation as he caressed the pulse point where he’d claimed to have taken blood from her. He glanced at the spot with eyes as haunted as he sounded. “I’m not a man.”
            “But you were once.”
            He met her gaze again. “Yes, once.”
His fingers lingered over her pulse. Her heart raced under his touch. She tilted her neck as if his touch awakened some base instinct to offer the sacrifice. “Do you still want my blood?”
Ian stepped away and locked his wide-eyed gaze onto hers. At last, he rasped, “No, I don’t want your blood. Oh, God, I still crave it. You have the sweetest I’ve ever had, but I will never hurt you again.”
            She didn’t know what possessed her to do so, but she whispered, “You can take...some of it.”
            He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he acidly said, “No, Grace. I can never taste your blood again. It would kill you.”
            Fear of what she’d wanted him to do tumbled through her. She stepped away, and for a moment, she considered telling him to leave. How did she know any of this was real? She couldn’t imagine she’d ever freely offer a vampire her blood. Did she really believe him? He was sucking her into his insanity. But if this was true and he could make people do things against their will, maybe he could control her feelings.
            “Maybe I should go?” Ian backed away another step and headed toward the counter where he’d left his dagger. He turned back to her with the sheath in his hand. Her heart shattered with the knowledge that, if he walked out the front door, she’d never see him again. “Goodbye, my sweet angel.”
His jagged murmur ripped at her soul as his eyes took on a blazing intensity and snared hers. She felt a pressure in her mind, and she knew what he intended to do. He wanted to erase her memories of him.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

GIVEAWAY & Personal Spotlight on Hacienda Moon by ME...KaSonndra Leigh

Love, obsession, and betrayal, the most powerful human emotions, are spun together in this gothic novel. Tandie Harrison is a police medium who has just suffered a divorce after losing both her psychic visions and her daughter in a car accident. When she leaves New York City to start a new life near her hometown, she moves into the alluring plantation house, Chelby Rose, and falls for its charismatic caretaker, Eric Fontalvo. Their burgeoning affair ignites a centuries old curse, ensnaring them in a web of danger, deceit, and intrigue. Soon Tandie learns that in placid Bolivia, the worlds of the living and the dead are dangerously connected.

Hacienda Moon is a seductive tale of one woman’s journey to confront the demons of her past and find the courage to face her future. It is a mesmerizing novel that explores the deepest depths of human nature, and the characters will hold and haunt you long after you have read the final chapter.

Hello Fallen Friends,

    Today's post is one that I've been waiting to write for a long time now. I didn't pre-write this post or anything so forgive any editorial errors that you might see here. I wanted to share today's excitement with all of my faithful followers and fans of the Seraphine Muse. The reviews on goodreads have started to come in for my novel and I must say that I'm very happy with what I'm reading. It's always an author's dream to see such heartfelt reviews on their work, but for this one it's a truly personal moment. And when I see readers saying that they really felt the soul in this one, then I know I hit the mark this time.

     I always knew that from the moment I wrote the first sentence in this Hacienda Moon that it was going to be an emotional ride. Sure there's humor inside of it as well, but a this novel was written when I was going through a very emotional and truly personal time period in my life. So for people that I barely know to step up to the plate and support me the way they have done on this day is truly heart-wrenching. It brings tears to my eyes as I type this. I am enjoying this journey of blogging and reviewing and writing. I have made so many new friends. I hope that I can meet some of you one day soon. Your encouragement and support of my novels has been outstanding and even though there were some tough moments in there too, the end result was a better book all the way around. Now, enough teary babble. LoL

    Please take a moment to enjoy an excerpt from Hacienda Moon. It was written as an ode to the classic romanticists such as: Ann Radcliffe, Horace Walpole, and even Anne Rice. There are blogs all over the Internet that will be posting various excerpts today. If you click on the promo blitz box to the right, then you'll be taken to a list of them. Again, thank you so much for supporting me with When Copper Suns Fall and I hope you all enjoy Hacienda Moon as well.

Yours in Bloggerly Prose,

An Excerpt From Hacienda Moon

Crowds, noise, loudspeakers, coffee smells: words that described Raleigh-Durham’s airport. There wasn’t much difference between New York’s JFK and North Carolina’s RDU. The noise and crowds were all the same in these places. An airport was still just another way of transporting someone from one life-changing situation to the next. And Tandie’s journey was about to begin again in a small town located about twenty minutes away from where she grew up.
Waiting at the conveyor carousel, she picked up her two bags and headed toward the rental-car section. With her head pounding from jet lag, Tandie took the keys from the woman behind the counter and mentally reviewed her driving route. Turning, she collided with a set of broad shoulders. Her handbag fell to the floor, scattering the contents.
Ready to offer a chunk of her tired mind, she opened her mouth to complain, but stopped right away. Her victim was a man. This wasn’t just any man, though. He stood just under six-feet-tall, and had gorgeous dark hair flopping over a ridiculously handsome face. Dressed in a dark-blue shirt and gray cargo pants, the man knelt down right away to help pick up Tandie’s things.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said, collecting Tandie’s items, which included tampons and sanitary napkins of all things to drop.
Their eyes met and locked on one another. His hazel-green ones took in her features with one glance. Her stomach flipped as if she were a young girl flirting with a cute guy. And something hitched in her chest, teasing her with a vague memory.
His muscular frame made him seem as if he could crush Tandie’s dainty little bag with one good squeeze. His strong facial features, full lips, and dark olive skin made him look Hispanic.
Damn he’s sexy!
Tandie concentrated on returning her things to the bag. If she were quick, then maybe he wouldn’t see her embarrassing stuff. Too late. He’d already picked up her little green Always bag and placed it back in the satchel without even flinching.
Cringe and die, won’t you?
“I’m such an ox,” he said in a deep voice.
“You’re not the clumsy one. I should really watch where I’m going,” Tandie said, still too embarrassed to look at his face. She was aware of him staring at her, even though she couldn’t figure out why he was doing it. Tandie’s face flushed. Even her golden-brown skin must’ve turned crimson.
Standing up quickly, she stepped on the edge of her pants and stumbled backward. Her unintentional hero caught her with ease, steadying her body. What else would she add to her klutz list? She’d probably do something stupid like slip up and grab his crotch by accident next.
“Thanks. Again, I’m really sorry,” Tandie said and moved around him.
“Wait. Can I carry your bags for you? It’s the least I can do,” he said in a voice to match his looks.
“No. I’ll be fine, thanks,” Tandie said, walking toward the rental-car garage. Behind her, she felt him watching as she scurried away. 

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Friday, July 27, 2012

Interview and Spotlight on Irina Lopatina Author of White Raven: Sword of Northern Ancestors

White Raven: Sword of Northern Ancestors
By Irina Lopatina

Genre: Fantasy

The fate of Areya rests with the lost sword Urart. Will White Raven retrieve it before it's too late?

In the kingdom of Areya, humans, animals, and the magical creatures that inhabit the Eternal Forest have long coexisted peacefully, but now something is horribly wrong. A terrifying stream of monstrous creatures has begun to emerge from the secret depths of the earth, terrorizing all of Areya's native inhabitants. From the tiny, wise drevalyankas to the bellicose cave-dwelling gnomes to the devious kikimoras who gather roots and herbs in the marsh, everyone is in danger.

With the aid of Urart, the magical sword that has been passed down from the time of the ancient northern ancestors, Grand Duke Vlady can offer temporary protection to his people. But Prince Vraigo, Vlady's nephew, who is endowed with magical power himself, understands that the source of the evil monsters must be found if there's any hope of survival. Along with a motley crew of his forest-dwelling friends, Vraigo sets off on a perilous quest in search of the koschei, the powerful, corrupt Archmagus whose mission is the destruction not just of Areya, but of the entire world.

As if this weren't bad enough, Urart disappears from the duke's stronghold. Without it, Areya is doomed, and only Vraigo, the White Raven, can possibly get the sword back. This journey requires Vraigo to use all of his keen wits and magical abilities, as well as to ally himself to dangerous creatures like yagas and werewolves, natural enemies of man, and precipitates the young prince into the most bewildering, complex challenge he has faced yet: life in the twenty-first century.

About the Author:

Irina Lopatina lives and works in Siberia, Russia, but her homeland has an even more wonderful and exotic name: Altai. It is a unique place where old Altai Mountains rise high up to the sky, centuries-old forests stretch out as in ages past, and mighty Siberian rivers flow along the plains. Altai is one of the few places in the world where huge, densely populated cities coexist with pristine wild places. Moreover, this is an area of the earliest human civilizations, through which the great migration of people from eastern lands to Europe once took place.
While studying at the Altai State University, Irina devoted much attention to the past of her native land. As a student, she went to the archaeological sites of ancient settlements located on the mountain plateau, where it was only possible to arrive on foot. She remembers moments when it was quite easy to imagine how the ancient people had lived, what creatures neighbored them, and what adventures took place in these vast spaces. Irina needed take only a small leap from there to White Raven, his friends, and his enemies who were ready to begin a journey through the Eternal Forest of Areya.
 Of course, it would have been much more difficult for her to create her stories if Irina had not been inspired early on by the works of many excellent fantasy and science fiction writers such as J.R. Tolkien and Ursula Le Guin, the Russian authors Nick Perumov and Svyatoslav Loginov, as well as the wonderfully charming Russian fairy tales where a brave prince, his faithful grey wolf and the evil koschei always live. And so it happens that Irina's novels are the stories of a distant, semi-fantastic land which, who knows, may still exist next door to us.

Let's Take A Moment to Speak with this Intriguing Author

What inspired you to write your first book?

    I read a lot of historical chronicles. I don’t know if you have ever thought about it, but the past of mankind was very trying. Even if we would not talk about the ongoing attempts of a person to defend his/her rights and place in life, there were continuous struggles from the very beginning of mankind’s history––struggles against hunger, diseases and natural disasters. Also, there always were numerous wars with neighbors. No wonder that people always dreamed about a certain “magic wand,” about a force capable of solving their problems without any delay––to feed and to clothe them, to heal, to give a perfect weapon against enemies. So, in my White Raven novel I wanted to create such ideal conditions for the heroes, to give them the “magic veil” and abilities for magic, which seemingly makes life easier for the inhabitants of the ancient state of Areya.

Is there a message in your novel that you want the readers to grasp?
    Now about the message: the readers of the book will be able to see how “easy” the life of the magically gifted characters actually is. No, the people don’t starve, but there are packs of various evil monsters, which (what a surprise!) also use magic and constantly attack the people. The “magic solution” of difficulties of life suddenly found a very troublesome underside. But even in this situation, people are still people; they immediately joined in the fight against evil monsters, because it’s their instinct. Man is “forged” in fights; it’s his natural state, which prevents his muscles (physical and psychological) from atrophy. The main thing is to choose the right side and always move in the right direction. It is very important what you stand up for in your life.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
    In general, the characters of the book are collective images of many real people who have ever lived on the earth. Therefore, they behave accordingly. The heroes perform brave deeds for the common good, the villains are ready to annihilate the world for their own selfish interests, and various evil “small fries” play small dirty tricks.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
    For me, the most challenging part is to sit and write the text on paper. Constant thirst for new experiences doesn’t let simply sit down from the beginning. Therefore, images, stories and characters are formed in my head while I rush off somewhere. But then I need to slow down myself, to sit at the computer, and to polish the book. That is really difficult.
Do you have to travel much concerning your books?
    When I work, I don’t travel; otherwise the process will stretch out like chewing gum and won’t bring any tangible results. Nevertheless, travel is my favorite pastime, and all that I have ever seen, heard or felt is reflected in my books one way or another.
Who designed the covers?
There is a great artist working with me. His name is Igor Adasikov. He paints on canvases – portraits, landscapes, and scenery, which adorn many homes in our city. Fortunately for me, he was carried away by White Raven and wanted to create visual images for it. Igor created not only the cover of the book, but he also drew all the human and mystical characters, environment, and even a map of Areya that all the readers can see.
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
    It didn’t require a special sequence of presentation from me when I just told stories to my friends. But the printed text doesn’t allow what is possible in a live conversation. I don’t have the right to give the readers only bits of my imagination. So, I had to learn to follow the internal logic of my own story without lagging behind or jumping ahead.
Do you have a song that you'd consider the theme for your novel?
    There is a great poem by the genius Russian poet A.Pushkin. This poem constantly spun in my head when I worked on the novel.
There’re marvels there: the wood-spite roams,
Midst branches shines the rusalkas’ tail;
There are the strangest creatures’ traces
On the mysterious paths and moors;
There stands a hut on hen’s legs, hairless,
Without windows and doors

There a brave prince, in a fight, shortest,
Makes to surrender a king, dread;
There, to men’s views, a wizard, worthless,
O’er woods and seas, through clouds, aired,
Carries a warrior on his beard…

A princess pines away in prison,
And a wolf serves her without treason;
A mortar, with a witch in it,
Walks as if having somewhat feet;
There’s King Koschei, o’er his gold withered…

By citing this passage here, I would like to emphasize how tightly White Raven is related to the mythological tradition in Russian literature.

Thanks so much for visiting with the Seraphine Muse today. I wish you the best of luck with White Raven and look forward to seeing more of your work in the future.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Promotional Spotlight and Interview with Elizabeth A. Nance Author of Soul Mates a YA Paranormal Romance

Soul Mates: Scents
Elizabeth A. Lance
When the girl of his dreams walks into his homeroom class one October morning, Max Fergus, a seventeen year old quarterback and star student,  has his world turned upside down; everything he has ever thought about himself and his life is changed in that instant and nothing will ever be the same again, because once you know you aren’t human, there’s no going back, no pretending you are less than you are.
Anna Lissa Felidae, a pure blooded shifter has been searching for her soul mate, the one guy that was meant for her, and just when she is sure she is about to run out of time, Diana, goddess of the hunt, appears to her and sends her in the right direction. With another shifter on her trail, one who is determined to have her no matter what the cost, Anna has just three short weeks to convince Max he is a pure blooded shifter, among other things,  and teach him to fight so they can be together. With the help of a few Fae friends, a motley crew of shifters and Max’s best friend Tony, they are sure to win.

About the Author:

Elizabeth A. Lance lives with her husband, Brandon, their two tweens, three sassy cats that think they own the house and two crazy German Sheppard-Husky mix puppies. She is the author of the Agents for the Crown Regency series as well as the Young Adult series, Soul Mates. She loves to hear from her fans and can be reached at

Let's Take A Moment To Get to Know Ms. Lance

What inspired you to write your first book?

I had amazing teachers in high school that encouraged my creative writing. I also love to read. I think between the teachers and other authors I couldn't help but be inspired.

How did you come up with the title?

The title for Soul Mates: Scent took a while, but as I was writing and this bond formed between the two main characters, I knew Soul Mates was the series I wanted to write. I wanted to write about true love between two people that were destined to be together. So the first part of the title came fairly quickly. The Scent part came later and at first I was going to go for a play on words. Scentually Yours... because Max is always talking about how Anna's scent calms him and makes him feel like he's home. And being shifters, and how animals rely so much on scent, it just felt right. Eventually it got shortened to just Scent and I think it works well.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

There are so many new authors that have grasped my interest! Rue Volley, Johanna Pontes Frappier, Linna Drehmel, S.J. Davis, Nathan Squiers, Saranna Dewylde, Sinead MacDughlas, Melissa Lee, Alex Purdy, and so many others!

What are your current projects?

Currently I am wrapping up book two of the Soul Mates series and book three of my Agents for the Crown series. I've begun work on book three of the Soul Mates series and book four of the Agents for the Crown series. I'm also working on a Regency novella and a couple of children's stories as well.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Of Course! Soul Mates: Scent is the story of a boy, Max, who thinks his life is perfect until that fateful day when he meets Anna, his soul mate. He comes to find that everything he thought about himself and his life was wrong, that he's more then he ever could have imagined. He has to decide if he will meet the challenges presented to him and defend what is right and the people he loves or if he's going to give it all up and hide his true self from the world. Of course he chooses the path of love and honor and that is really what the story is about.  I don't want to give too much away, the journey is half the fun!

Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

Soul Mates: Scent is based in Southern Indiana where I live, so no, I didn't have to travel to find what I needed, but I also used the internet to find places that are mentioned in the novel that I haven't actually been to before. Like O'Sullivans Cascade in Kilarney National Park in Ireland.

Who designed the covers?

Soul Mates: Scent's cover was designed by Para Graphics. It started with a photograph taken by Rue Volley, a fabulous photographer and author of the Blood and Light series, and evolved from that shot.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Believe. Believe in true love, believe in soul mates, believe in magic. It makes life a whole lot of fun.

Who is your favorite book boyfriend?

Well, I have a few... Ranger from the Stephanie Plum series, Eric Northman from the Sookie Stackhouse series, Nathaniel from the Anita Blake series and Frost from the Merry Gentry series. I couldn't choose just one, they're all wonderful and sexy!

Do you have a song that you'd consider the theme for your novel?

Max plays a song in the book that I listened to often while writing it. Lucky Man by The Verve. I'd say it's probably the best theme song for it, because Max is always talking about how lucky he has been throughout his life.

Is your book available in print, ebook, both?

Soul Mates: Scent will be available in both print and ebook forms.

Thank you for taking the time today to connect with the Seraphine Muse's wonderful readers. I wish you the best of luck in all of your writing endeavors and feel free to come back and visit us anytime!

Where can readers find your online homes?


Goodreads author page:

Twitter: @ElizabethALance

And Now for Something Special...Read An Excerpt

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her. The girl with the shiny black hair and distinctive blue eyes that seemed to see right down to my very soul. No, the first time I’d seen her was as she stood across the street from my house staring at me as I pulled my ’69 classic Vette out of the garage. It had been the cause of my first real fight with Jenny.
Jenny was my girlfriend. I say was because we broke up that day. She didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t know the girl. The next time I saw her was a week later, just standing outside of my school, watching. I only saw her for a second because when I blinked she was gone. For a while I thought I might have been imagining her. Jenny and I tried working things out, we were tentatively dating again, when the girl appeared again. This time though, I knew I wasn’t imagining things when she walked into my homeroom class, her gorgeous black hair hanging loosely down her back, grazing the pockets of  her designer jeans. Okay, I didn’t know at the time they were designer, I just figured with a body like hers it would be a sin to put it in anything else.
She was talking with Mr. Jackson when her deep blue gaze connected with mine. It was as if we had both been waiting for this exact moment in time. I couldn’t breath, for fear that she would disappear again. A slow sensuous smile curved her rose colored lips, lips that I was suddenly dying to kiss. I was so enthralled I nearly took my former best friend’s head off when he commented “Dude, check out the hot chick!”
“Shut the hell up Steve,” I growled under my breath as I glanced back at her, but she was back to listening to Mr. Jackson.
“Whoa Dude! I see fireworks coming! Jenny is gonna be pissed!”
I’d forgotten Jenny in those fifteen magical seconds. Steve was right. Jenny wasn’t going to be happy to see the girl we’d fought about weeks ago. But there was something about her that drew me to her. It was cosmic, or fate or something and I knew she felt it too as she walked down the aisle toward me.
“Class this is Anna Lissa Felidae, from Quebec, please make her feel welcome.”
Her name suited her, she moved in a feline kind of way. Her hips swayed just a bit as she got closer to me and I started breathing hard as I realized she was headed straight toward me. I didn’t have the foggiest idea of what to say, me, president of the student council, captain of the debate team and star athlete, was for once at a loss for words.
“Bonjour,” she said as she took the seat directly behind me, her eyes never leaving my face. Her soft French accent sent chills down my back.
I felt like a brain dead geek. I tried concentrating on just breathing, but her scent was all around me, she smelled dangerous and delicious at that same time. I cleared my throat trying to form words that would make sense. “Ummm, er… Hi. I’m Max. Max Fergus.”
“Max,” she smiled this wicked little smile that made my heart beat even faster. “I’m Anna.”
“Anna,” I breathed her name like a prayer. I felt something inside me shift as I gazed at her and I knew I had just met someone that was going to change my life. I heard nothing for the remainder of homeroom. It was all I could do to stay in my seat and face forward when all I really wanted to do was turn around and take in every ounce of her.
So you can imagine my surprise when I felt her hand on my shoulder and her soft words whispering in my ear. “Max, would you show me to my next class?”
“Uh, sure. What, er… what’s your next class?” I asked still feeling like that brain dead geek I mentioned.
She glanced down at her schedule, her impossibly long black lashes grazed her cheeks for a moment and then she met my gaze again with another smile that made me wonder what she was thinking. “I am supposed to go to Madame Lancaster’s class, Anglaise.”
“Oui, Anglaise.” She smiled and my heart melted.
“Yeah… yeah, I can… um… yeah,” I said blinking like an idiot and nodding. “I’ve got old Mrs. Lancaster first period too.”
“Magnifique!” she replied, her blue eyes twinkling brightly.
I held my breath as she slipped her arm through mine and we stepped out of homeroom together. I scanned the hall and faltered for a moment. A feeling of guilt washed over me. Jenny stood across the hall, waiting on me to walk her to class. She looked… pissed.