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Today we have author Danica Avet visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing.
* Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. They speak to her constantly wanting their stories told and she does her best to accommodate them. When she isn’t writing, working, or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.

~ Playlist ~ Commodores “Brick House” The Black Keys “Howlin’ For You” John Legend “All of Me” Patti Smith “Because the Night” Fleetwood Mac “Tusk” Fats Domino “Whole Lotta Loving” Coldplay “Yellow” Aretha Franklin “Chain of Fools” Alicia Keys “No One” Macklemore & Ryan Lewis “Can’t Hold Us” Flo Rida “Wild Ones” The Black Keys “Gold on the Ceiling” James Brown “Sex Machine” Van Halen “Hot for Teacher” John Lennon “Grow Old with Me” Scandal “Goodbye to You” Faith No More “Last Cup of Sorrow” Nothing More “Here’s to the Heartache” Gerry Rafferty "Right Down the Line" Gordon Lightfoot "If You Could Read My Mind" Last Night "Stressed Out"
What are you going to tell us about today?

~ Blurb ~ * Everyone may call me “Steady” but recently my life has been all chaos. I went from Shaun Decker, NFL star, to being forced to retire and finding out my wife’s having an affair. Coaching for the Sauvage Spartans' football program will be perfect for getting my life back on track. Then a delicious woman named Katie literally falls into my lap and then, after the best sex of my life, disappears.
* I’m Katherine Frost, band nerd turned band director and, oh, apparently a magnet for married men. Discovering I’m the other woman already had me rethinking my life, then my one-night stand turns out to be married too. Gah! I want nothing to do with men ever again. Especially tall, handsome, bearded men named Shaun. I thought taking up a teaching position at Sauvage State was a strategic exit, stage left, but it’s looking more like going from the frying pan into the fire.
* Hey, Shaun again. Don't let her kid you. Fate puts people in the right place at the right time because they're meant for each other. Football and marching bands go together, just like me and Katie. I just need to convince her of that. ~ Excerpt ~ For an Excerpt use the "Look Inside" feature at the Amazon link below Buy Steady here... All Romance eBooks | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Smashwords Find Danica Avet here... Facebook | Twitter | Website Thank you for joining us here today, Danica Avet! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

Welcome special guest: author Danica Avet ( #FF @danicaavet @sirenbookstrand )

Today we have author Danica Avet visiting. Born and raised in Cajun country, Danica writes steamy, erotic paranormal romance that rivals the heat of a south Louisiana summer. She enjoys reading, watching football, and spending time with family when she isn’t writing about immortals or shapeshifters.

So, Danica, what inspired you to become a writer?
I always wanted to be a writer. I can distinctly remember writing a short story when I was seven that talked about my need to be in the entertainment industry. The first line went something like “Ever since I was young, I’ve always wanted to be in showbiz…” Like I was so old at seven! LOL

When did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
My mom bought me a typewriter when I was about fifteen and I wrote about fifty pages of a story about a girl who was kind of like Nancy Drew, except not as well written. I have no idea where that story went. I just remember I described absolutely everything she wore, places she went, and people she saw. Hello, huge paragraphs!

How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?
The first story I completed was the first story I sold. It took me several starts and stops before I told myself I had to finish something. Since then I’ve sold seven stories and have a million waiting to be written (and finished).

What genre(s) do you write in? What drew you to write in it/them? What’s your favorite genre of all to write in?
I write paranormal erotic romance. I didn’t intend to write erotic romance, mind you. It just so happens that I actually enjoy writing steamy love scenes. As for the paranormal aspect, I’m from south Louisiana. I grew up with ghost stories and swamp monster stories. As far as I’m concerned, writing paranormal romance is just a natural progression.

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
The best piece of advice I’ve ever received was when a writer told me to never throw anything away because while it might not work for the story you’re writing now, you can always recycle and use it in another. I live by those words.
   I can’t say I’ve had terrible advice, but I’ve found that trying to force myself to follow plotting/writing techniques doesn’t help me at all. I feel stifled by rules and while I’ll attempt doing what I’ve learned in a workshop, in the end I do my own thing.

How do you celebrate/deal with acceptance/rejection letters?
The most fun I ever had with a rejection letter was one I’d written for myself. I figured if I was going to be rejected, I may as well have fun with it and wrote a ridiculous letter to myself that I still read now and then just to laugh. As for acceptances and deals, there’s a lot of screaming, squealing, calling everyone in my family, and finally a nice dinner out.

In regard to the book you’re promoting, which actor and actress do you envision playing the roles of your hero and heroine? If there’s a villain or other characters who are pertinent to the story, who would play those parts?
Wow, that’s such a tough question! My hero would have to be played by Joe Manganiello. Is it just me, or is he super fine? He’d make a perfect, sexy elf. As for my heroine, I think Charlize Theron would be an awesome Magda. She can be funny, sexy, and tough which is just how I see Magda.

The book you’re promoting, is it a stand-alone story or part of a series? If it’s part of a series, please list the order the books need to be read in for maximum reading enjoyment.
You Bet Your Banshee is the first book in my newest series, The Three Kingdoms. The three kingdoms are the monarchies that reign over Fairworld, another dimension. It consists of elves, fairies, gargoyles, banshees, goblins, pixies, etc. Pretty much anything you would expect to see in any fairy tale could be found in Fairworld. I’m not sure what sparked the original idea of Fairworld, except maybe my fascination with elves, fairies, etc. I blame Tolkien.
   I’m still working on the next book which will be titled Reaper’s Delight.

*** Now for some fun info… ***
Are you a cat, dog or both kind of person?
I have two cats (16 and 4) and one dog. I always thought I was a cat person, but when I picked up my Mia (dog), she stole my heart.

Which do you prefer: rain or sun & warm weather or cold weather?
Since I’m from south Louisiana where we only have three seasons: hot, hotter, and hottest, I prefer cold weather, or rather as cold as it gets down here. I wish winter lasted six months instead of maybe six weeks, LOL

What’s your favorite day of the week?
I’m all about Friday. That might be because my day job drives me insane, or it could be because I have a Fantasy Man Friday on my blog which gives me a chance to ogle beautiful men. *cough* Besides, Friday marks the start of two days away from the work week.

*** About the book… ***
~ Blurb ~
*What’s a banshee to do when she’s sentenced to death because of her inability to cry? Move to Earth and become a stripper, of course. For ten years, Magda O’Quinn has lived on Earth, supporting herself with her butt-shaking skills and hiding from the banshee queen who wants her death, before she discovers people are hunting her who won't stop until she's back in Fairworld.
*The first to find her is hunky Halfling, Ryvan Keller, an agent of the fairy queen. The attraction Magda feels for him is panty-wetting to be sure, but there’s no way she'll give in to her attraction and meekly follow him back into the hell of Fairworld. She’ll have to battle extreme lust for a sexy Halfling, fall in love, and defeat an evil queen before she can get back to the business of having a life again.
You Bet Your Banshee is nothing like I originally planned. At all. I’d never written a first person book before, Magda wasn’t anything like I imagined, the world was completely different than my original idea, and it was a lot shorter than I expected, but I had so much fun writing it, I don’t regret the detour my muse sent me on.
   You can find out more and buy a copy here: Bookstrand

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Thank you for joining us here today, Danica! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your work.

CONTEST! Danica says, "I’m giving away one PDF copy of You Bet Your Banshee (The Three Kingdoms) to a random commenter. Just tell me what’s the sexiest song you’ve ever heard. The contest will run until midnight on July 5th. I’ll announce the winner on Friday, July 6th on my blog and in the comments section."

Tuesday Tea with Danica Avet ~ into fashion? ( @danicaavet @evernightpub )

Hi all! Grab a cup of tea – or whatever it is you like to drink – and join in the discussion. Today we have Danica Avet visiting and giving us a look into her writing.
   About our guest, Danica. She was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana (that would be somewhere around Houma) where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing. For eight years she played at writing, but in 2008, she decided to get serious and began down the rocky road to publication.
   Unmarried with no children, Danica is the lucky pet of a compulsively needy dog and two cats. The pitter-patter of little feet has been known to make her break out into a cold sweat.
   Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. They speak to her constantly wanting their stories told and she does her best to accommodate them. She writes paranormal romance and may eventually branch out to contemporaries. When she isn’t writing, working, or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.
   She's here today to tell us about Immortal Love. Welcome Danica!

I’d like to thank C.R. for having me today!
   You know what I think is the best part about being a writer? I can shop without spending money. Oh yes, I spend hours and hours at Saks Fifth Avenue (online), ogling shoes and purses and dresses that I’ll never wear because I’m a T-shirt and jeans kind of girl. I can go to Rome without hopping on a plane and I do it all without getting out of my pajamas.
   Roxana Love, the heroine of Immortal Love, is something of a diva. She wears designer clothes (and retro designer dresses because she’s been a clothes horse for centuries), killer heels, and carries purses I’d never even think to buy. In other words, she’s my exact opposite. Like I said before, I’m a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl. My idea of dressing up is to wear a pair of slacks and a comfortable blouse. Roxana is about Dior gowns and two thousand dollar purses.
   I blame my mom and sister for Roxana. They’re both what I affectionately refer to as “shoe and purse whores”. Case in point, I’ve seen my sister buy a purse at one store, go to another store and buy another even though she doesn’t need one. Me? I only recently bought a new wallet after having mine for nearly twenty years. Big difference, huh?
   But it’s the differences between me and Roxana that made her so much fun to write. She’s sassy, fashionable, and she seriously kicks butt.
   How about you? Are you into purses, shoes, and clothes? One lucky commenter will win a copy of Immortal Love (Olympus, Inc.) and a $10 Amazon gift card! Contest ends May 17th and the winner will be announced on my blog on Friday, May 18th.

Blurb:
   Enforcer Roxana Love works for Olympus, Inc., the corporate face of the Greek pantheon, and knows better than to trust anyone in administration. Assigned to find and protect the newest member of Olympus, Inc., she figures it’ll be a grab and go job, until she discovers her assignment is the same man she slept with the night before. Keeping things professional will be near impossible when she can’t decide if she wants to kill or kiss him.
   One night with Roxana isn’t enough for Mason Landry, despite how crazy she seems. However, he isn’t given much choice when he’s thrown through his window, attacked by mythical beings, and told he’s part-immortal. Roxana’s explanation is too fantastical to believe, but if it keeps him by her side, he’ll go along for the ride. Meeting gods and dodging monsters from lore is nothing compared to the fight he’ll have winning Roxana’s heart.
Excerpt:
   She woke up in a puddle of drool. Roxana made a face. Her mouth tasted like a cat had taken a shit in it in the middle of the night. Ugh. Morning breath. She needed a toothbrush and a gallon of mouthwash. Now.
   She rolled away from her drool, throwing her arm out. It landed on something solid and warm. She froze. What. The. Hell. She tried to remember what happened the night before. Yeah, it didn’t take long for the memories to come roaring back. Sex. Lots of sex. With a human! A human who had managed to keep up with her, twist her inside out, and made her come so many times, she felt like they set a world record.
   A groan hovered. No, no regrets. She’d needed last night to work her frustrations at Zeus out of her system. And it had so worked. She felt more relaxed than she had in years.
   She cracked open one eye and peered around the room. She was in his apartment. Thank gods it wasn’t hers. He was simply too good at making her come to injure by kicking him out of her bed.
   Dried spit on the side of her face reminded her she’d been drooling. Drooling! Ugh. She pushed herself up and looked over at Mason. He was flat on his stomach, half of his body hanging off the bed. She looked at herself. She was a total bed hog, and she knew it. She’d probably pushed him that way at some point in the night because she was in the center of the bed with plenty of room. She smirked.
   Served him right after that last round of mind-blowing sex.
   Early morning light slanted over the bed, caressing his skin like a lover. She could stare at his body forever, but that would not work. She had a job to do. Heaving a mental sigh, she eased out of the bed. He’d been a good lay for the night, good enough to leave her a little wobbly when she tried to stand.
   Okay. That never happened to her. She could usually go several rounds and still have enough energy and strength to kick ass afterwards. Mason had definitely been worth the time she lost the night before. Her thighs were stained with her juices and his cum. She sighed. Glad she’d conjured a pack of towelettes when she left the bar last night, she grabbed a few to clean herself. With the way they’d gone at it, it was a damn good thing she couldn’t get pregnant from a mortal. Her body needed immortal seed to conceive. She shook her head with a soft laugh.
   She found her four thousand dollar dress crumpled on the floor. Eh, looked like she had another dress to donate to the cleaning service. She waved her hand towards the dress, sending it to her apartment on Mount Olympus. She conjured a pair of distressed Hudson jeans and an Aiko tunic because she’d be combing the streets for Zeus’s friggin’ grandson. She’d leave the panties for Mason. They were her favorite, yeah, but were so torn up she couldn’t wear them again.
   Roxana smiled and dressed as quickly as she could. No use hanging around for Mason to get all weepy when he saw the best piece of ass he’d ever had walking out the door. She wasn’t cocky. She’d seen the enthralled look on his face. She stopped to buff her nails. Yeah, she was good. And in a damn good mood after yesterday’s self-pity party.
   It took a little longer to find her shoes. She leaned on the bed to put them on, her gaze eating up the sight of a naked, exhausted Mason sprawled on the bed. He was so sexy. She sighed. His skin was so gorgeous, like dark satin poured over steely muscles. Yeah, she could get used to that sight. The scars littering his skin only made him much more attractive to her. She so loved a male who—
   She blinked. Shook her head. A little laugh escaped her. She was imagining things, of course. Roxana stood up straight and swung her purse over her shoulder. She headed to the door, pausing in the doorway.
   And looked back at the big man on the bed. His head was turned towards her, his face relaxed in sleep. She tilted her head to the left, then to the right. Her heartbeat spiked. No. No, no, no!
   Her purse fell to the floor with a thud, but she ignored it as she stalked back to the bed. Upon closer inspection, the scars looked familiar. Too familiar for her peace of mind. The scar tissue on her back and chest itched. No, this could not be happening.
   Her legs gave out, and she sprawled on the floor next to the bed. She stared up at the ceiling as her brain swirled with the implications of what she’d done.
   She’d had sweaty, dirty monkey sex with Heracles’s son. She was so screwed, she’d be lucky if she could hold her head up at the next inter-company mixer. Her hands curled into fists.
   She was going to kill Mason and make it look like an accident. She was an Enforcer; she was good at things like that. He’d never even realize it. The bastard. He’d probably tell his man-whore dad all about her begging him for his cock. Impotent tears burned her eyes as she imagined the hard-earned respect she’d gained over the last two thousand years slipping away from her.

Buy Immortal Love (Olympus, Inc.) at Evernight Publishing

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Thank you for joining us here today, Danica! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your work.