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31 December 2012

A Look At Tory Michaels & 'Prophecy of Blood' ( @ToryMichael @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have author Tory Michaels visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.
* She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* The book I’m hyping today is Prophecy of Blood, book 3 in my Dream-Walker War series.
* Technically, the books should follow the order they’re published in (Blood Rage, Blood-Mage Rising and then Prophecy of Blood). However, Blood Rage could probably be read out of order because the Athdara/Anthony story only peripherally touches on Rising and Prophecy. Blood Rage, however, sets the scene for Rising and Prophecy.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* Oh, wow. Um…Well, I knew pretty quickly with Blood-Mage Rising that if I turned it into a potential romance between Chris & Jordan, I could never tell the full story in a single book. Their history is too complicated for them to work out the problems in their past in only a week (the time frame for Rising). I knew this book had to finish the romance between Chris and Jordan and also do something major to move the series arc along (forward the war prompted by Ares, the titular (god, I hope I’m using that word right) Dream-Walker). This is a big turning point in the war because of how the book ends, and so I had to put together a lot of little pieces, along with dump in a lot of information to set the stage for the second half of the series.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Funny, sociopath, passionate, cold (yes, I know, that sounds contradictory, but it’s true), and horse-mad (the hyphen makes it one word!)

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Loyal, determined, intelligent, snarky, hot-tempered

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Oh, wow, that’s hard to answer. I love both the hero and heroine, but in the end *sigh* I have to say Jordan. The sociopath has done quite a number on me over the years he’s been in my head. I’m rather sorry to see him go. Thankfully he’ll have a role in later stories in the series and (so the plan goes) in the second series I’ve got in mind.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* Then again, Jordan probably considered Romeo and Juliet a comedy. (You have to know more about Jordan to realize just how true (and appropriate) that comment is in describing him. He’s spent 1000 years living by the moniker The Bloody Baron, and is quite proud of his legacy of terror and pain.)

A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return.
* With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover the true depths of his plot to incite a world-wide species war, turning the humans against all the non-humans, not just the vampires as they’d originally thought.
~ Excerpt ~
* “Dude, next time just tap me on the shoulder.”
* She needed to lodge the protest, though her body sang at the familiar touch. She and her body needed to have a good, long talk about this situation. He shouldn’t be able to make her go mushy just by putting an arm around her. Not when they’d sated their lust so recently.
* As expected, Jordan wore a suit that evening, and it suited him perfectly. No tie for a change though, and his crisp shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. So for him, he was going for a casual look.
* The arm around her back drifted south until his hand rested on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “My way’s more fun. Admit it, wasn’t it fun, seeing him slink off?”
* He grinned. How a grown man frozen in his early twenties could continually look like a mischievous little boy when he grinned was beyond her. But it worked for him. Chris shook her head and groaned. Protest. Remember? You’re doing the whole friend thing, and friends don’t grab friends’ asses. Not even friends you bounce at every opportunity. With an effort, she leveled out her breathing. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early. I was heading out soon.”
* Even with the attempt to moderate her voice, her words came out breathy. She cringed internally. If Jordan noticed, he didn’t comment. “You need a keeper. I’ve appointed myself to the task.”
* Arrogant jackanapes. Rather than draw a scene by having a conversation in the middle of the dance floor without dancing, she sighed and looped his arms around his neck. At least she didn’t have to bother with the intricacies of a waltz. The last time she’d danced with him had been in London, the night before he buried her.
* The hand on her butt squeezed again. “What was that thought? You just scowled.”
* She shook her head. “Nothing.”
* He frowned, but let the matter drop. “You look smashing, Chrissy. Why were you wasting it on the dog?”
* “It was a dance, nothing more. Not that it’s any of your business.”
* Dozens of people surrounded them, but she saw only Jordan. Felt him as his other hand trailed lazily down her back. His lips brushed her ear as he leaned close. “After earlier, I might just make it my business.”
* Her mouth went dry, and she blinked at him. “Huh, wha’?”
* “I make a lousy friend, as you well know.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Her knees threatened to buckle. “And since I intend to be inside you again at the earliest possible moment, the ‘friend’ label doesn’t fit.”
* Oh. Wowser. She licked her lips, saw an answering flare of arousal flash in the green eyes staring into hers. “You’re not serious. Like, you want to date?” He blew my mind, but it was that good for him, too?
* “Such a dull word, but sufficient.” He drew her closer. Fire followed the path of his lips around the bottom of the dark-blue choker she wore to cover up the nasty scar from the attack that left her almost dead. He took a long sniff, no doubt smelling the Princess perfume she daubed on. “You smell good enough to eat, Chrissy. I could spend hours doing just that.”
* The already warm nightclub turned scorching. Maybe it was just her temperature.
* “In that obnoxious pink bed of yours.”
* She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to picture them in her room. It definitely was her temperature soaring, not the club’s.
* Jordan’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Arms and legs restrained, holding you open for me. No escape, no retreat.”
* Her non-existent imagination conjured the image up in startling detail, bolstered by the memory of the handcuffs around her wrists earlier. She whimpered, couldn’t help the moisture that trickled from her to soak her panties. Oh damn, no. That should not turn me on. Not him. Not like this, not again.
* She moved with the music, turning to press her back into him. His strong, sure hands pulled her hips against his in a dance they’d done so many times together, one that had nothing to do with music.
* “And the thought, being with me like that, excites you. Letting control go earlier like you did, gave you a rush you’ve never gotten before in sex.” Jordan pushed the hair at her neck to the side. Sharp fangs sank against her throat, not quite breaking the skin, his other hand drifting up to cup her breast. The fabric of her dress did nothing to shield her against the heat of his palm. “Did you sneak out afterward because of how it made you feel?”
* Teasing touches trades down her sides until he reached the hem of her skirt. His hand slid beneath to caress the skin of her thigh just above her garter.
* Take back control, Chris. You steam-roller. Men don’t do this shit to you. Nor did she want them to. Right? Except him, damn it all to hell. And he was talking about feelings? What the fuck? Struggling to keep her head against the sensuality he dragged out of her, she clamped her hands over his wrists to still his movements. With only a hint of her normal forcefulness, she said, “Knock it off, MacNaught.”
* “Or what, hmm? Let go, Chrissy. You’d enjoy yourself more if you relaxed. Remember?”
* He twisted his wrist, broke her admittedly weak grip on him, and the exploration of her leg continued. She colored, prayed no one was staring at them. The display, while making her hornier than a bitch in heat, was mild for the ‘Cor. It didn’t matter, because she flat out didn’t do public affection. None of her boyfriends crossed the line with her, knowing she’d flatten them if they pushed too far.
* She couldn’t flatten Jordan though. To make it worse, she didn’t want to.
* Goosebumps rose in the wake of his caresses over her thighs. His fingers inched upward, just brushing her mound, only blocked by the flimsy barrier of her soaked panties.
* He laughed softly in her ear. “You say no, but your body, your oh-so-pretty pussy says yes, doesn’t it?”
* Chris twitched. If she didn’t move away, didn’t break this off, the bastard would think he could maul her whenever he wanted. And what’s wrong with that? So what if he does the caveman thing? You read the trashy romance novels, and are surprised when someone acting like those alpha assholes turns you on?
* A harsh blast of noise from behind her head where it plastered against Jordan’s suit coat worked as effectively as a bucket of water.

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Thank you for joining us here today, Tory! It was a pleasure getting to know about you and your story.

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