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20 July 2015

Lori Whitwam & 'Fallback: The Dead Survive, Book 2' @ripleygold @GoddessFish #dystopian

Today we have author Lori Whitwam visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Lori spent her early years reading books in a tree in northern West Virginia. The 1980s and 90s found her and her husband moving around the Midwest, mainly because it was easier to move than clean the apartment. After seventeen frigid years in Minnesota, she fled to coastal North Carolina in 2013. She will never leave, and if you try to make her, she will hurt you.
* She has worked in public libraries, written advertising copy for wastewater treatment equipment, and managed a holistic veterinary clinic. Her current day job, conducted from her World Headquarters and Petting Zoo (her couch) is as Managing Editor for Limitless Publishing, as well as editing for a select list of indie author.
* Her dogs are a big part of her life, and she has served or held offices in Golden Retriever and Great Pyrenees rescues, a humane society, a county kennel club, and her own chapter of Therapy Dogs International.
* She has been a columnist and feature writer for auto racing and pet publications, and won the Dog Writers Association of America’s Maxwell Award for a series of humor essays.
* Parents of a grown son, Lori and her husband were high school sweethearts, and he manages to love her in spite of herself. Some of his duties include making sure she always has fresh coffee and safe tires, trying to teach her to use coupons, and convincing the state police to spring her from house arrest in her hotel room in time for a very important concert. That last one only happened once—so far—but she still really, really appreciates it.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My book, Fallback: The Dead Survive, Book 2.
A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
* After being rescued from a brutal band of marauders, Ellen Hale rebuilt her life in the fortified neighborhood that became her home. A heartbreaking decision and devastating loss pushed her to become a fierce fighter, because weakness only got you and those you loved killed.
* Now her community is facing a deadly threat, and Ellen has another choice to make.
* Ellen volunteers as a member of fallback team three, tasked with establishing a temporary refuge for their citizens in the event their community is overrun by the enemy. As the danger intensifies, she and her adopted sister, Melissa, set off with the rest of their team on the road trip from hell.
* Their mission is cloaked in secrecy, but suspicions of a traitor arise.
* Something is affecting the zombies’ migration patterns, and when blacksmith Tyler Garrett is discovered trapped in a farmhouse, the team refuses to trust him. But Ellen believes his story, and it’s not just because of his rugged, blond good looks and soft-spoken manner—his skills can greatly benefit their team.
* As the team struggles to reach the fallback, previously secure locations are overrun, and their chances of success seem remote. With the likelihood of a traitor nearly certain, and the lives of everyone she loves at risk, Ellen must figure out who to trust before the traitor—or the zombies—destroy them all.
* Is there a spy among the fallback team,or is there another threat lurking in the Kentucky hills?
~ Excerpt ~
Chapter Seven
* Marcus took a quick peek around the doorframe, then stepped cautiously through, Anton close on his heels, rifle in the ready position. I stepped around the cluster of weapons and followed.
* The room contained an un-made bed—presumably the source of the sheet—along with a dresser and a round side table, beside which the chair barricade had most likely sat. In the center of the room stood a tall, blond man with his arms extended straight out to his sides. I estimated him around 6’1”, and his worn t-shirt clung to broad shoulders and thick biceps. His hair must be long, as it was drawn back and secured behind his head. Jeans hung on lean hips and a short beard followed the curve of his jaw.
* Stop staring, Ellen. He could be about to try to kill you.
* “Name,” Marcus barked, machete in his hand, while Anton kept the gun pointed directly at the man’s face.
* “Ty,” the man said, his jaw tight and eyes flat with anger. “Tyler Garrett.”
* Lowering his machete but not sheathing it, Marcus asked, “Where you from, Mr. Garrett?”
* Tyler dropped his head back for a second before looking at us, gaze lingering on me before returning to Marcus. “Listen, can I put my hands down? My weapons are in the hall, and I did go to a lot of effort to let you know what was in here without making a racket and drawing more of those dead bastards.”
* Marcus made a circular motion with the tip of his blade. “Turn around, real slow. If I don’t see anything worrisome, we’ll talk.”
* Tyler started a cautious turn to his right, proving my hunch about long hair correct. Anton never lowered his gun. As Tyler’s right hip rotated into view, Anton roared, “Knife!” The butt of the rifle was braced at his shoulder and his finger tightening around the trigger in an instant.
Buy Fallback: The Dead Survive, Book 2 here...
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Find Lori Whitwam here...
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Thank you for joining us here today, Lori Whitwam! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

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10 December 2013

A Look At Dianne Hartsock & 'The Dark Bokor' ( @diannehartsock @GoddessFish #zombies #erom #glbt )

Today we have author Dianne Hartsock visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* I'm the author of m/m erotic romance, both contemporary and fantasy, the psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer. If I can’t be writing, at least I have the chance to create with the beauty of flowers and bring a smile to someone’s face. Currently I live in the Willamette Valley of Oregon with my husband with both children attending college close to home.

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?
* I'd like to talk about THE DARK BOKOR today. It's not part of a series, but my publisher Breathless Press put out zombie stories for Halloween and this is part of the anthology of individually released books.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I've always been fascinated by hoodoo magic and love reading suspenseful stories of its use in New Orleans. When Breathless Press put out the call for zombie stories I was like yay! Here's my chance. I knew that hoodoo bokors created zombies so I did my research and added them to create my romantic zombie thriller.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Matt: strong, stubborn, intelligent, big heart, integrity

Describe the other hero in five words.
* Jesse: passionate, powerful, honest, loyal and trustful

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* In the beginning Jesse was my favorite, but as the story went on, Matt became my hero. He's stubborn but willing to believe in Jesse despite his own views. He's a strong man but able to show his more passionate side to the man he loves. He's not afraid to put his life on the line for his friends.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* "You better come back," Matt said, voice thick.
* "I will. You stay alive. I'll always come back for you."

A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
When it comes to the dark weavings of hoodoo magic, only a few can survive.
* It's started. Bodies have been found in the French Quarter, torn limb from limb. The undead have been seen walking. For Detective Matthew Rieves, this is the worst news he can imagine. Having spent his entire life in Orleans Parish, Matt's no stranger to the bizarre. Though, despite the growing evidence, he still has a hard time believing in the occult. But when two hoodoo bokors vie for supremacy, it's the innocent civilians that pay the price.
* For Jesse Dalembert, he'd left New Orleans to sever his ties with hoodoo. But when a friend is brutally murdered by the bokor's zombies, he returns, falling at once into danger and into Detective Rieves's bed. With their lives on the line, their simmering attraction flares into a passion they can no longer deny.
* Working against time, can the lovers find a way to stop the hoodoo war, or will they fall victim to the dark magic, maybe becoming zombies themselves?
~ Excerpt ~
* "Don't move."
* Jesse froze, heart pounding in the semidarkness, as an arm like a steel band clamped around his chest, holding him immobile against a hard body. A warm exhale fanned his neck, sending a not-unpleasant shiver through him. The man drew in a breath, nose nuzzled at his nape, and heat pooled instantly in Jesse's gut. Shit. Had it really been that long since he'd been in someone's arms?
* The cold voice in his ear thawed with a slight laugh. "At least you don't smell like them. That's something."
* Jesse's pulse leaped, and his gaze darted around the small office, searching the shadows. "Are they here?"
* "No." A hand tangled in his shirt, jerked him around to face his captor. "But I know your voice. Just who the fuck are you?"
* Jesse blinked at the dark gaze raking over his face. He couldn't see much in the faint light seeping through the closed window blinds. The man had strong features, classically handsome, with a twist of humor to the full lips that had Jesse moistening his own, though he'd have to stand on tiptoe to reach them.
* The man swore under his breath and hauled Jesse toward the windows. "Can't see a thing..."
* The blinds went up, and Jesse winced as yellow streetlight flooded the room and stung his eyes. He would have laughed at the man's yelp of surprise if disgust hadn't immediately swept the attractive face.

Buy The Dark Bokor here...
Breathless Press | Amazon | All Romance eBooks | BookStrand

Find Dianne Hartsock here...
Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon Author Page

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

ANNOUNCEMENT! Dianne will be awarding a $10 All Romance E-Books gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour! So be sure to leave your name and email with your comment, visit the other tour stops (find them here: goddessfishpromotions-book-tour-dark-bokor) for a greater chance of winning!

23 September 2013

It’s a ZOMBIE EROTOCLYPSE! ( @TamsinFlowers #zombie #kindle )

.....Hi all! Check out another fun zombie post from Tamsin Flowers over on my alter ego's blog:
......Casey's Corner
.....Stop by and say 'Hi!' She'd sure appreciate it. ;)

.....Thx! :) Casey