The Third Fate Blog Tour

The Third Fate blog tour!

Is it me or is the guy on the cover totally drool worthy? I could definitely let my imagination run wild with him. If I could choose one superpower, it would be to have the ability to manifest sexy men on the cover of books to use for my personal pleasure. 🙂 Yes! I said it out loud, so there! Oh… by the way.

Welcome to the next stop on the Third Fate Blog Tour! Today, Nadja Notariani introduces her characters through excerpts. But first, a little about The Third Fate.

~ ‘One Fate be granted mortal man, used for evil or good as the inner voice directs. Alas, the divine spark draws the eyes of the Fates, the Second Fate sparingly gifted by their hands. Be warned offspring of the gods; guard your gifting well. For if the Third Fate be unleashed, the soul lays bare before one so touched by the gods.’ ~

Cautious and quiet by nature, Paige Kinnell watches life unfold from the sidelines, maintaining her simple existence as a shield to hide behind. But underneath her shy, careful ways, Paige senses a disconnect with the world around her, indulging instead her ever curious interest in the legend and lore of time nearly forgotten.

One chance encounter with an ancient of the undead begins an unraveling of reality as Paige knows it, leaving her to sort through dreams and enchantments, discovering along the way that one’s Fate can be mere illusion, and that the consequences of opening her heart to another may cost dearly.

Cael Maccinnis, the handsome Highlander she’s met, seems the answer to every unspoken longing of her heart, even as he awakens dark, secret desires buried within her soul. As strange and unnerving changes begin occurring in her mind and body, Paige has no choice but to face her life’s unnatural turn and confront the frightening implications. For within Paige’s past a secret lay dormant, hidden even from her. This truth, guarded well and wielded by the Fates themselves, becomes the catalyst invoking the power of The Third Fate.

Available at Amazon

Excerpts from The Third Fate

Meet Cael Maccinnnis…

‘Perched on the concrete ledge, chilled night air whirled around his head, not that the cold bothered him.  Fall had arrived.  Dusky shades of twilight lingered in the west, but that, too, was of little consequence.  Breathing in deeply, Cael savored the smell of blood, of humanity pervading the night air.  He needed to feed.

Arriving in Glasgow to attend to business, now concluded, Cael had the city spread below, a pagan offering on the altar of his hunger.  Feeding from mortals offered sustenance.  With little strength to be gained from their blood and the absence of the sensuality found in feeding from another vampire, Cael approached the necessity with resigned indifference – unless hunger grew too strong, as he had allowed this time.’

Meet Paige Kinnell…

‘Paige blinked, once, twice, peering about her entryway in hazy confusion.

I really need to get some sleep…

Throwing her woolen wrap over the bench, she slumped down, prying the chic heels from her tired feet with a sigh of relief.  Twelve hour days plus her commute wreaked havoc on her fashionable tastes.  Weariness swept over her, and for once, she omitted her regular habit of sitting with a mug of hot tea to unwind and headed straight for the shower.

Half-an-hour later, cozy in flannel pajamas, Paige sank into her overstuffed chair, pulling the yellow chenille blanket around her shoulders.  She was alone; she’d checked the doors and windows twice, but the nagging sensation of a watchful presence lingered eerily.  Reaching for her neck, Paige again felt the strange tingling ache surge beneath her fingers.

What is going on with me tonight?

Shaking her head and snuggling into the chair, she stretched her legs on the ottoman and sank into deep sleep.  When her phone chirped much later, she uttered apologies in her dreamlike stupor and returned to sleep like the dead.  As her body rested, her mind came alive, sensual images filling her dreams – images of a man.

Meet Pilar…

”Pilar,’ he ground raggedly, ‘in the name of all you hold dear, remove yourself from my presence before I…’

One look at him altered her disposition.  He turned to her, breathing heavily, the green-gold beauty of his eyes hidden beneath fevered blood lust.  She made to leave, to abandon her plan, but his thrall caught her, binding her in place as he slowly approached.

‘Malcolm?’ she breathed in a hush, no notion of whether this was the same man she loved.

She’d never seen him like this.  He only came nearer.  Pressing his lips to her forehead, Malcolm’s hands trailed over her shoulders and arms as he breathed in her sweet scent.  He nuzzled her neck, scraping his fangs, now elongated in anticipation of tasting her, against her tender flesh.  A whimper escaped her, and Pilar understood without doubt that she had overplayed her hand.’

Meet Malcolm…

‘A faint knock interrupted his brooding.

‘Enter,’ he commanded.

The gold-leafed handle turned silently, admitting Pilar Michaels, her head held high, shoulders straight.  Pride marked her features, the Roman nose, dark mysterious eyes, small bow-like mouth with full lips.

By the Fates she was beautiful.

She was also his enemy.  Supposedly.

Malcolm ceased his pacing, greeting her formally.

‘Welcome to my home.  I hope you will be comfortable during your visit.’

Her head tipped in deferential reply, a slight action with mammoth implications.

‘You have need of my skills, Malcolm of Clan Gaunson.  I, too, have need of yours,’ Pilar reasoned.  ‘Perhaps we can help one another.’

‘Do you propose an alliance of sorts?’ Malcolm returned smartly.

‘An alliance?’ she mocked, yet humor glinted in shining eyes.  ‘Surely reciprocity is a more apt term, Malcolm.  Or would you prefer we enter into a more permanent agreement?’

Malcolm caught her innuendo, breathing deeply.  He would make no reply.  It was safer that way.’

Meet The Fates…

‘Charity, what are you doing?’  Harry inquired, seeking her for a game he and Jael had dreamed up.

‘Playing, silly,’ she giggled, setting the glowing orb on the side table and skipping off to join her siblings.

‘Playing what?’ curiosity prompted him to ask.

‘What else but a game?’ Charity laughed, taking Harry’s hand.  ‘Shall we play something new today?’

‘Oh, yes!’ Harry exclaimed, distracted from his questioning for the moment.  ‘But Jael wants to play hurricane!  We haven’t played hurricane in a very long time.  Say you’ll play, Charity!’

‘Well…,’ Charity considered.  ‘It has been a very long time since we played hurricane.  We’ll have to convince Old Zephyr to join us.  It’s no fun at all unless he blows his hardest.’

Harry ran ahead yelling for Jael, and Charity smiled, thinking of her own game a moment before giving her attention fully to the upcoming festivities.  She, her brother Harry, and sister Jael had loved games as long as she could remember, since Father Time set the hands of his wondrous clock in motion.  Now time marched on, but Charity and her siblings remained the same, children ever indulging in their beloved games.’

The Third Fate by Nadja Notariani © 2012

About the Author

Nadja Notariani (1971- )
Nadja Notariani was born in Rochester, Pennsylvania. Her upbringing included very diverse environments, affording wide and varied richness of ethnic and religious tradition. Raised in both an Italian/Mediterranean American home and a traditional German household, Nadja gleaned the unique benefits of viewing the world through two widely different lenses.

Nadja currently resides in Northeastern Pennsylvania.  Her published titles follow.Claiming The Prize, a contemporary romance.Her Dark Baron, a historical novella.The Third Fate, a paranormal romance, published in late March, 2012.

The author can be found at her website, on facebook and Romance Novel Center, or through email, and enjoys hearing from readers.

Follow the Tour!

29-Apr     Jess  WonderlandReviews (review)
30-Apr     Anya Massie  House Millar ( Review)
1-May     Melissa Vera adventures of frugal mom (interview and review)
2-May     Mary Ann Loesch  All Things Writing Review and Interview w giveaway
3-May     Laurie Treacy Reader Girls (interview)
4-May     Kerry-Ann McDade A Redheads Guilty Reads (review and interview givaway)
5-May     Kimberly R  Turning The Pages (Review/interview w giveaway)
6-May     Suzie Welker Book’s Reviewed by Bunny ( Review)
7-May     Gael Blogher.com/GaelMcCarte (review)
8-May     Ramblings of an Amateur Writer (Excerpt/Bio)
9-May    Mely Journey with Words (Excerpt/Bio)
10-May     Amber Sapphyria’s Book Reviews, (review)
11-May     Jessica Mason Wickedlybookish  (review, interview & Giveaway)
12-May     Lizziebeth Galadria Inn Books & Reviews ( Review)

The Last Vampire Blog Tour: Promo Post & Giveaway

Have you heard? Kathryn Meyer Griffith has a new book out. Better still, she’s sharing an excerpt with us as well as offering a copy as part of a giveaway! So stick around, kick back, and enjoy.

The Last Vampire-Revised Author’s Edition Author: Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Genre: Science fiction, Fiction, Paranormal, Thriller, Horror, Romance
Publisher: Damnation Books
Ebook
Words: 104,029

Book Description:

“The earthquakes, the global floods and the devastating fires arrive first. The human race, displaced and panicked, at first flees, migrating to any place there’s food and shelter.

Then the worldwide plague arrives with its stench of death. And as mankind suffers and dies out, vampires, their numbers dwindling from the same sickness, struggle and fight fiercely among themselves to survive in a world where there aren’t enough humans to feed upon. As the months go by they become fewer, more desperate and more ruthless. Emma, as the world disintegrates around her, finds herself alone, her family dead…and fighting off an unnatural hunger as she becomes one of the undead. Defying her unwanted destiny she’s determined to resist the bloodlust she feels, the need to kill and feed on human blood, of losing her humanity, for as long as she can bear it…but she’s so hungry…and the night calls.”

Purchase Links:

Damnation Books
Amazon:

Excerpt:

The next morning, Emma faced the bridge.

She wanted to run away. Back to the shelter. Hide her head in the sand. Die. It was insane, trying to go home, and this whole scheme of trekking out to Maine like some brave person. When she wasn’t. What was she thinking?

No. She could do it. She had to do it.

She looked at the bridge, the water shimmering before her. It had become a sort of a test. Cross that bridge, go home, and bury her past and she could do anything. Even make it to Maine.

Her stomach growled in protest.

She promised herself she’d find food. Afterwards.

“Here goes nothing,” she grumbled, and waded into the frigid water. She regretted that she didn’t have a change of clothing. There was no help for it, she’d just have to build a fire afterwards and dry her clothes out. Taking the rope out of her pack, she held it close. She’d use it as a safety line.

The sun filtered down on her in the quiet early morning, as she swam toward the first stretch of the half-submerged bridge. She was a strong swimmer, but she knew her limits, so she took it slow and easy. She braced herself mentally against what floated in the water around her, or what she would find sandwiched in the sections of the bridge. And the smell. God.

She was shivering so badly when she got there, that she could barely claw her way up on the first section. Her hands cramped up.

Tears of anguish stained her haggard face. She tossed the rope, snagged a broken girder, then torturously pulled herself from the river. After she’d rested a few minutes, she started working her way across the bridge, carefully. She had sturdy tennis shoes on and was glad of it. Waterlogged, they squeaked and left round, wet spots behind her. At the places the bridge dipped or plummeted into the water, or was blocked with debris, she had to find alternative paths.

Once everything under her fell into the water, and the only thing that saved her from being sucked down with it and crushed was her lifeline. As she was hanging out over thin air, twirling at the end of the rope like a dead fish on a hook, she wondered again why she was doing this. Maybe she was touched in the head? She smiled at that. Of course she was.

But she gritted her teeth, wiped her tears away with numb fingers, and kept crawling along the concrete span.

Not all the cars had toppled into the water. Most of the vehicles on the bridge were empty, some weren’t. Emma tried not to look at the decomposing bodies, but it was difficult. They were everywhere.

“This is really stupid, Emma…this is really, really…dumb,” she groaned under her breath, as her weight accidentally dislodged a loose piece of the structure, and, with bated breath, she watched it plunge into the watery depths below her.

“Really s-t-u-p-i-d.”

Her bad leg gave her more trouble than she expected and soon she was dragging it behind her like a useless dead thing. It took agonizing hours to cross the bridge, and when she finally made it onto safe land, her body was shaking with the exertion, and her hands were scraped bloody. Her clothes were frozen to her like an icy shell. The first thing she did was gather wood and build a huge fire, then hunched over it until her clothes were almost dry. It was too chilly to take them off.

About the Author

2012 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS NOMINEE for her romantic horror novel The Last Vampire-Revised Author’s Edition

Since childhood I’ve always been an artist and worked as a graphic designer in the corporate world and for newspapers for twenty-three years before I quit to write full time. I began writing novels at 21, over forty years ago now, and have had fourteen (nine romantic horror, one historical romance, one romantic suspense, one romantic time travel and two murder mysteries) previous novels and eight short stories published from Zebra Books, Leisure Books, Avalon Books, The Wild Rose Press, Damnation Books and Eternal Press.

I’ve been married to Russell for thirty-three years; have a son, James, and two grandchildren, Joshua and Caitlyn, and I live in a small quaint town in Illinois called Columbia, which is right across the JB Bridge from St. Louis, Mo. We have two quirky cats, ghost cat Sasha and live cat Cleo, and the four of us live happily in an old house in the heart of town. Though I’ve been an artist, and a folk singer in my youth with my brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my butterfly stage, and I’ll probably write stories until the day I die.

Find the Author at:

My Space ~ to see all my book trailers with original music by my singer/songwriter brother JS Meyer
Goodreads
Facebook
Bebo
Authors Den
Jacket Flap
Shout Life
Romance Writer and Reader
Romance Book Junction

Tour Schedule:

April 9th – Full Moon Bites (Promo Post & Giveaway)
April 10th – Author Jennifer James – Caught in the Smex Beam (Review & Excerpt)
April 11th – A.B. Shepherd’s Reinvented Reader (Excerpt & Giveaway)
April 12th – Simply Infatuated (Guest post & Giveaway)
April 13th – Ramblings of an Amateur Writer (Promo Post & Giveaway)
April 14th – This is From My Heart (Review & Giveaway)
April 15th – Sweeping Me (Review & Giveaway)
April 16th – The Katalina Playroom (Promo Post)


Giveaway time!

I have to say, I’m really enjoying the ease of the comment giveaways. So let’s stick that this time around. To win a eCopy of The Last Vampire by Kathryn Meyer Griffith, simply leave a comment. This giveaway ends April 20, 2012.

*A comment here also enters you into the Mid-Month Commentator giveaway!

No Remorse Blog Tour: Tuesday Teaser

As promised, MaryLynn Bast is sharing an excerpt with us from her latest release, No Remorse!

Amber stormed through the small cabin, wanting to grab something, anything, to throw it at him. The room just seemed too small for the two of them, where hours early it had been cozy. Every time she looked at Blake, she wanted to hit him, but also pull him into her arms and kiss him at the same time.

“What have you done to me!?” she demanded to know, running her hand agitatedly through her hair. She didn’t give him time to answer before she stomped off into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Amber stared at herself in the mirror. Her skin practically glowed and her dark chocolate eyes were misted with yellow specs. Her wolf was close to the surface, yet was no help to her at all. The wolf urged her to go to Blake, go to his wolf. Yet, her human instincts warned her to run, run as far away and as fast as she could from the man who had marked her.

“But you marked him, too!” She accused herself sharply in the mirror.

Thrusting herself away from the mirror, Amber spun and slammed the lid to the toilet down and plopped down on top of it. She wanted to cry, but hadn’t cried in years. It was a waste of emotion and she hated the useless feelings she felt after she did.

Amber knew she couldn’t just stay in the bathroom. But she didn’t want to go out there right now, didn’t want to face him. She could hear that he was still, not moving as he waited for her to come out. He was standing in the same spot she had left him when she had started ranting and raving like a mad woman ten minutes earlier.

Plopping her head in her hand she closed her eyes. Her wolf was quiet for a change. “Now you leave me alone,” she mumbled grumpily. She could feel her wolf nudging at her emotions, urging her to calm down.

Amber took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and stared at the door. Drawing another deep breath she could smell his scent, he was all over her, in her now, a part of her forever. With a resigned sigh, she stood and opened the door slowly.

Hearing the door open, Blake turned towards the bathroom to watch her come out. His caramel eyes followed her every move as she slowly walked towards him.

Amber wanted to laugh at the look on Blake’s face, like he was afraid that she might shoot him or something. But he stood his ground when she walked up to him and stopped right in front of him with her hands on her hips. Looking into his eyes, she frowned, staring at him hard. “I may be your mate for life, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I am my own person and I will do what I want,” she said adamantly.

Blake held his hands up, shaking his head. “You are the last person I would try to control,” he told her fighting the relieved smile.

“I have my life and you have yours,” she continued standing with her hands on her hips while she waited for him to deny it. Like any smart man would, he kept his mouth shut and listened. “You have your home, I have mine. I will stay here until I get ready to move on. Just because we are mated doesn’t mean we have to live together.”

Blake did his best to hold his temper in check. His wolf was pounding at him to mate with her again to dominate her. He fought the urge to grab and shake some sense into her, to make her see that he was in control.

Instead, he took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly and talked softly. “Amber, we are mated for life. That means our wolves will claw at us to be together. They will never want to be apart.”

“Well I can control my wolf. You’ll have to learn to control yours,” she stated flippantly. Even though deep down she knew didn’t have control over her wolf like she should have. She was adamant that she was not going to give up her freedom to control the relationship aspect of her life as well.

“My wolf is fully under control.” Grinding his teeth to keep from snapping at her, Blake continued to fight the urge to grab and shake some sense into her. Wisely, he turned and went into the kitchen instead.

Amber wanted to kick him in the ass as he stalked into her kitchen and began rummaging through her cabinets. Sitting the coffee can heavily on the countertop he grabbed the carafe and filled it with water from the water dispenser.

Available at Amazon

“Claws & Canines”
MaryLynn Bast
http://www.heartofawolf.com/

Be sure to follow the entire tour (April 3 – May 4)! Lots of excerpts, interviews, tidbits, and prizes. Tour Dates

*A comment here also enters you into the Mid-Month Commentator giveaway!

Stop by on Thursday for a special interview with MaryLynn Bast! 🙂


And don’t forget about the week-long giveaway MaryLynn Bast has going on at Goodreads!

MaryLynn Bast is offering print two copies of her book through a Goodreads giveaway. So head over, add No Remorse to your reading list, and enter the giveaway! 🙂

*A comment here also enters you into the Mid-Month Commentator giveaway!

Incognito Blog Tour + Giveaway

You like blog tours? Like M/M Erotica? Yup! Yup! 🙂

Welcome to the Incognito Blog Tour

Presented by

Book Title: Incognito
Author: Miho Li
Genre: Contemporary, Erotica, Male/Male
Words: 25,377

Book Description:

“When Ren sees the new transfer student—Shin, black hair, storm-cloud-gray eyes, and more beautiful than any guy had a right to be—he makes it his mission to get to know him. Too bad Shin is about as sociable as fungus, and about as likable, too. But Ren isn’t good at giving up, so he takes on the challenge of cracking Shin’s titanium shell. What he finds underneath, though, is way more than he’s prepared to handle.

People are disappearing in Akita, and Shin might be behind it. As Ren’s feelings grow for the reserved man, so do the number of missing person reports, and Ren doesn’t know if their budding relationship is enough to withstand both the well of secrets and the organization Shin works for.”

Purchase: http://www.bookstrand.com/incognito

Excerpt:

There was a heavy sigh and then, “Ren, just go talk to him already.”

Ren’s gaze snapped back to his friends. He flicked shaggy blond hair out of his eye and said, “What?”

“Shin,” Hideyoshi said, making vague hand gestures at the student Ren had been ogling.

Shin had settled in the grass beside a tree and was propping a book open in his lap. Messy strands of black hair fell across his pale cheeks, and he brushed it back with fingers that were surprisingly elegant for a guy.

“Go talk to him.”

Shin Sarutobi was a newly transferred junior, and despite sharing several classes, Ren had yet to find the right opportunity to talk to him. Not because he was intimidated but because Shin treated everyone around him, professors and students alike, with what barely qualified as cool indifference. He spoke in class when necessary but otherwise remained removed from everyone else and, from what Ren could tell, preferred it that way.

The exception was Kyouya Tsutano. Kyouya had transferred in about a month before Shin. It had been a big deal, what with his family being corporate millionaires. Rumor had it Kyouya’s dad died recently, and he had returned to Akita to live with his uncle.

From the start, Kyouya and Shin had a volatile relationship—they always looked pissed just being near each other. Except Ren had overheard them arrange meetings, and Kyouya remained the only person to date Shin spoke with on a regular basis.

Naturally, Ren assumed they were sleeping together. He entertained the theory that Shin and Kyouya were trapped in an unhealthy relationship based on angry but mind-blowing sex.

He chose not to share this theory with his friends.

In any case, the fact remained that Shin was a jerk. A gorgeous jerk with ink-black hair, intense gray eyes, and long legs that made him one of the few students taller than Ren, but a jerk nonetheless. Ren watched as a line formed between Shin’s brows, and he glanced in the direction Kyouya had gone with a sour twist of his lips.

Shin was also a jerk in dire need of an intervention.

Ren nodded decisively. “I’m going to talk to him.”

Hideyoshi gave him a flat look before apparently deciding against voicing what he was thinking. Ren ignored him and crossed the lawn with purposeful strides toward Shin.

With blond hair and blue eyes thanks to his European half, Ren wasn’t used to making the first move. Shin, however, was definitely worth the exception.

“Hi,” Ren said. He didn’t believe in pick-up lines.

Shin didn’t acknowledge the greeting.

Ren cleared his throat, undeterred. “Your friend looked pissed.”

Shin’s gaze lifted, passing dismissively over Ren’s smiling face before returning to his book.

“Uh…your boyfriend?” Ren said, hedging for a response.

Without lowering his book, Shin turned his head and looked up at Ren with ill-concealed impatience. “Did you want something?”

Ren considered this. “Should I answer that honestly?” Because there were a great many things that Ren wanted, including but not limited to Shin spread out on his bed in nothing but a silk ribbon.

Maybe it was best not to be quite so forthcoming yet.

About the Author:

Miho grew up on horror, fantasy, and romance novels (although she hid the romance novels, considering she probably shouldn’t have been reading them at eleven years old). She started writing horror first, but these days, her work features more boys kissing boys than heads exploding, which everyone agrees is an improvement. She has a love of all things fantastical, and her favorite romances are the ones that don’t happen easily. Reading or writing about characters overcoming adversity in order to reach their happy endings, whether that’s together or not, is what fuels her love of the written word.

Find Miho online at:

Promo Posts & Giveaways at every stop, so be sure to follow the blog tour to the end!

Giveaway Time!

The giveaway is a eBook copy of Incognito by Miho Li. Simply leave a comment and you’re in!
*A comment here also enters you into the Mid-Month Commentator giveaway!