Monday, June 30, 2014

Primordial Dust Release Day Blitz

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Book Info:
Title: Primordial Dust
Author: Sarah Daltry
Genre: Fantasy (Romance/YA)
A princess, trained to behave. An assassin, betrothed to her. A thief, whose eyes she dreams of at night. A kingdom at war, torn apart by the suppression of magic and truth, as well as family secrets that threaten to destroy decades of peace. Questions of loyalty, of morality, and of free will culminate in a fantasy novel about forging one’s own path and choosing one’s own destiny.
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Alusia smiles wanly. “What happened in Kooram?” she asks. “There was a party. We were dancing. Seamus and I were celebrating our engagement...” I pause, ashamed. He sits beside me, unaware of my role in this, oblivious to my own deception. “It was my fault.” Seamus takes my hand. “Alondra, stop. You know this has nothing to do with you.” “It has everything to do with her,” Alusia interrupts. “And her mother.” “Look, although Alondra seems thankful for whatever you want to share with her, I don't care what these secrets are. This is not her fault and she does not need you blaming her.” Seamus's anger is new to me. I have been so amazed by his calm, his kindness; he is more like a Demorian now than I have ever seen him, and I have watched him cut a man's throat. Alusia sighs. “I do not mean to assign blame. But we can no longer pretend that this was a rogue attack, that these events have not culminated in bringing you here, that fate has not worked its magic to get this book into her hands.” She runs her fingers along the book on her lap. “It's fine,” I say. “But it was not fate. Maybe I did not make the only bad choices, but choices got us here. And I, for one, am tired of hearing about fate.” “The attack,” Seamus continues. “It was sudden. A siren spell warned us before the mages were slaughtered. I don't know how they breached the Demorian guard, but without the dying spell of an elder mage, no one would be sitting here right now with you.” “So you ran?” Alusia asks. “I don't run,” I argue. “In fact, I am only here because someone kidnapped me in my sleep.” “It was her father's wish,” Seamus mumbles. “The forces came quickly. We spread the word to meet in the caves and Kooram split into two groups: those who were running for the caves, and those who would stay behind. My parents were with those running, but I stayed. Ereditus, our commander, rallied the troops. Seamus was already by my side. My friend, Lormander...” I stop and think of that moment. Sanara's face, broken by the choice he was making, is etched into my memory. I watched her fingers slowly fall from his hand and the agony in her glance as she turned back to see him one last time tore me asunder. And now, somewhere, are they reunited? Did she lead everyone to Tallagut? Did he stay behind in the caves to face his death, remembering her kiss as the blade entered his heart? I choke on the images and tears rest on the precipice of my eyelids. “We stayed,” I repeat. “There were so many of them. It was chaos. Smoke billowed from the streets, from our homes, from everything that was my childhood. I saw young boys, thinking they were brave, split in twain as the attackers stepped over the corpses, trailing death. What I remember most was the sound. The crash of swords, the screams of the fallen, the crackle of burning. The details are hazy. We left Kooram in ruins when we saw that we were outclassed. I walked through fields of carnage to the caves, only to wake on the other side, in a mirror world, yet untouched.” “The king, he asked that we come here. He said you had the answers, the only weapon we could use against him,” Seamus adds. My shattered body sits beside him, but my mind and my soul are still with the dead. “I am an old woman, and a forgotten mage,” Alusia says. “I am also the keeper of secrets and memories. I do not forge steel. My only weapon is knowledge. But that I have in abundance, and I believe it is time Alondra take her share.” She rises from the dusty chair and approaches. I sense my hands as they lift to take the book she offers; the leather cover is hardened, but smooth to touch. I run my hand along the spine and trace the embossed seal. “Please take this to your room. You will need time, and you will need privacy. When you are done, I will be waiting for your questions.”
  Dream Cast:
alondra Alondra A princess of a kingdom lost in time and wrapped in secrets. Snarky and difficult, because life has always been easy, she is unprepared to be the leader she needs to be when her city falls.
  seamus2 Seamus: A trained assassin tasked with keeping his own city, and all the cities of the kingdom, safe. Betrothed to Alondra for diplomatic reasons. Much kinder than his profession reveals.

  layla Layla: A young girl trained to be an assassin, sent to kill the son of the king. Her hopes rest on succeeding in her quest, because if she fails, there is no alternative but death. tevlin

Tevlin: The mysterious man who captures Alondra’s heart on a night before the world fell apart. His eyes whispered secrets, but they may be secrets that led to the ruin of everything she held dear.

  About the Author: 
  Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She's written works in various genres - romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn't as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she's been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships - romantic, familial, friendly - because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn't matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future - human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah's stories. Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun. When Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking the internet for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window. She has written several books, most notably Bitter Fruits, an urban fantasy in the Eden’s Fall series, Backward Compatible: A Geek Love Story, and the six book New Adult Flowering series, including Forget Me Not, Lily of the Valley, Blue Rose, Star of Bethlehem, Orange Blossom, and Ambrosia. 

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Sarah’s Favorite Fantasy Movies:
  1. The Princess Bride
  2. Labyrinth
  3. The Neverending Story
  4. Brave
  5. The Wizard of Oz
  6. Shrek
  7. Pan’s Labyrinth
  8. Harry Potter (all of them)
  9. Bridge to Terabithia
  10. Mirrormask
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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Royal Blood series Promo

Title: Princesses of the Night
Authors: Teresa Fuentez & Tich Brewster
Genre: NA/Paranormal
Cover Artist: Paragraphic Designs

Nothing happens by chance, we have all been given a destiny.  Some will follow in the steps set out before them and make their creator proud.  Others will follow destruction and tear down that which is good.

Tanya sees visions of the future. It's not just fangs and blood, danger and destruction are quickly approaching.  Will she accept her destiny and walk in the path the goddess has set out before her?

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I gave him a small smile and a hug.  All I wanted to do was tell him everything.  This was the first secret that we had between us.  “Hey Mark.”
“Hey yourself, I’ve called you guys about a hundred times this last week.  Where on earth have you all been?”
“We’ve just been busy,” I said backing up a few steps.  I was so eager to get out of there.
“Busy huh?”  He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else but then his facial expression changed.  His eyes darted all over my body.  He moved close to me, close enough I could feel his minty breath on my face.  He cupped my face in his hands, looked me over, and then took a step back.  He turned my face from side to side.  “Honey, what did you do to yourself?”
“Nothing, I…”  I couldn’t even finish my sentence.  His finger flew up to my lips to shush me.
“Nothing my…seriously, it’s me you’re talking to.  You know you can tell me anything.  I won’t judge you, I love you.”  His eyes changed from concerned to pleading.
I wanted to tell him, I really did.  I wanted to tell him about all of us but I knew that I would be putting him in danger if I did.  The one thing that Lazarith stressed to us was that the vamp law stated we keep ourselves a secret.  The punishment for those that broke that law was death and the one that learned the secret had to be dealt with, whatever that meant.
“Tanya please, we have never kept secrets.”  He grabbed my hand and pulled me over into the clothes section.  He looked around to make sure there wasn’t a soul in sight before he spoke again.  “I can see that there is something different about you.  You’re as pale as a vampire.”
I completely froze in my tracks.  No, no, no.  Oh god, please no.  I could feel my heart skipping beats as I stood there looking at him.  How could he know?

Title: Hold Fast
Authors: Teresa Fuentez & Tich Brewster
Genre: NA/Paranormal
Cover Artist: Sprinkles On Top Studios

Life doesn't always happen the way it's supposed to. But it is what we make it. Hold fast to the ones you love. When it seems like all else is lost, hold fast.

Serienna has been wounded in battle and is hanging onto life by a thread. Her sister has the ability to heal her but it leaves her with amnesia. She is in a struggle to regain her memory. Without her to fulfill the prophesy, the world will be destroyed by a power-hungry vampire. Will her soul mate be able to help her break down the mental wall to free her memories?

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The room was totally and completely silent.  No one spoke a single word.  What had happened in here anyway?  All I could see was blood.  It soaked into the carpets, tainting them a bright crimson.  Who was hurt?  Was it one of my sisters?  As I looked around at the many people gathered in the small hotel room I noted that they were all accounted for, and unharmed.
I thought back, trying to retrace my day.  I took in my surroundings; the hotel I was standing in was definitely familiar.  As I looked around I remembered that we had checked into it just a day or so ago.
Someone passed right in front of me, almost knocking me over.  I grabbed her arm, or at least I tried to.  When my hand closed around her arm, my fingers gently slid all the way through it.
That was freaky.  I reached out to touch her back as she came to a stop in front of me.  She stood behind a line of people that were surrounding the bloody mess on the floor.  Her back shimmered as my hand passed through it.  She looked real.  Was she a hallucination?
A hand reached up from the crowd, taking something from this woman.  “Thank you Eradia.  We will need several more bags of blood.  Would you mind making a call to L&A for me please?”  I recognized that voice.  It was Earadessa.
Earadessa was sent to us for protection and training.  “Hello, Earadessa?  Dessa, please tell me what’s going on?”
I received no response.
I inched closer, trying to peer over the many heads blocking my view of the body.  “Excuse me.  Please, let me through.”  No matter how many times I spoke, or yelled, no one even glanced in my direction.  It was as if I wasn’t even there.
My stomach began twisting in knots as fear crept in.  Someone I loved was in danger, but whom?  Bile rose up my esophagus, I wanted to puke.
Finally, there was a gap in the crowd.  A dark haired woman vacated her spot.  I recognized her as she walked past me, Resa.  Yes, I knew her…but from where?  I took her place in the crowd.  As I looked down I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips.  What I saw was a female lying face down on the carpet, with a long deep gash in her back.
I watched as Sabastian sutured the flesh on her back.  Stitch after stitch, his hands worked in perfect rhythm.  How she could still be alive, I didn’t know.  There wasn’t a spot on the carpeted floor that wasn’t covered in her blood.
As he completed the last stitch, Earadessa began her work of wrapping the wound in gauze.  I watched her work carefully but swiftly, this was something she had done often.
I slowly slipped through the crowd.  I had to know who this woman was.
And then I saw her face.
I couldn’t breathe.  No matter how hard I tried to pull air into my lungs, I just couldn’t.  I knew the girl that was lying on the floor.  I recognized her the instant I saw her face, my face.
It all came flooding back to me.  All of my memories from the last several hours rushed back to me, scaring the living crud right out of me.


Royal Blood Volume One is an Omnibus containing Princesses of the Night and Hold Fast!

Monday, June 9, 2014

The Summer I Fell ~ Cover Reveal

Sonya EB copy       TSIFsynopsis  
Riley Clifton can’t remember a time when she wasn’t a part of the Six, a group of rowdy boys who would do just about anything for her. Growing up alongside of six guys is never easy. Especially in high school. Falling in love with one of the Six? Even harder when Ace has a hold of her heart, and he doesn’t even know it.
Jake (Ace) Aceton has loved Riley for a long time, but has kept the secret oath of the Six. Riley was off limits. At least until after graduation. When he overhears Riley admitting to her best friend, Paige how she feels about him, Ace doesn't let his chance slip by. Riley, in his mind, has always been his.
When her college plan falls through, and her future is left to the hands of fate, Riley finds herself scrambling to keep up with all the changes. But that's not the hardest part. The hardest part is saying good-bye, especially to Ace.
Heartache, hard lessons, and a love deeper than her Alabama roots will threaten to crumble Riley’s world as she waits for Ace’s return.
Will Riley and Ace’s love be strong enough to hold them together when life tries to tear them apart?

      TSIFabouttheauthor     Sonya2Sonya Loveday, first and foremost is a reader, an avid one. It is of that love that brought her to the realization that this was the answer to the nagging persistent feeling that ‘there’s got to be something more’. The dream came alive in 2009 when she purchased her laptop and began the tedious step of becoming a published author. When she’s not reading, she’s writing. When she’s not writing, she’s reading. And when she’s not doing either of those things she’s sleeping, shuttling her children back and forth to school, letting the dogs and cats in and out of the house for the umpteenth time in the last hour and dreaming of a clean house.   You can find Sonya Loveday here:

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