Night Blade Spotlight Tour by. J.C. Daniels

Night Blade by J.C. Daniels

Release Date March 4, 2013

Kit Colbana is always biting off more than she can chew. She has a knack for finding trouble. This time, though, trouble finds her. Someone from her past drops a case into her lap that she just can’t refuse…literally.

People on the Council are dying left and right and she’s been requested to investigate the deaths. The number one suspect? Her lover, Damon. If she doesn’t clear his name, he gets a death sentence. Even if she succeeds? They still might try to execute him. Oh, and she’s not allowed to tell him about the case, either.

The stakes are high this time around, higher than they’ve ever been. Kit may be forced to pay the ultimate price to save her lover’s life…a price that could destroy her and everything she loves.

“Dunno where you are or when you’ll get this message, but I’m looking for you and I need to talk to you.  I have a job for you and you kind of have to take it.”

I made a face.  Justin was a Banner cop now.   They’d seduced him with the promises of You get to kill things and we’ll give you lots of weapons.  He liked weapons almost as much as I did.  And he liked killing things…well, when they needed killing.  Justin was like a loaded gun, a good weapon and he was most efficient when he had a target.

“Call me, set up a time, Kitty-kitty. Don’t make me track you down, okay?  You really do have to take this job…trust me.”

I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck.

Trust him.  That was a problem.  I did trust Justin.  There weren’t a lot of people I was willing to say that about but he was definitely one of them.

The message ended and I sat there, staring at nothing.

I trusted him, but I sure as hell didn’t want to take any job that he might have to offer.

Jobs and Justin meant one thing.  A connection to the Banner unit.  The Banner units were exterminators.  Non-human exterminators.   Banner cops, slang for the Bureau of American Non-Human Affairs–were basically men and women like Justin, highly skilled, very deadly human who went out and eliminated the NHs who had been deemed too deadly to live.  Generally, they didn’t get to play much because us non-humans patrolled our own.  That was the job the packs, the clans, the order of witches and theAssembly in general.  But sometimes there were those who slipped past the ever-watchful eyes of the Assembly.

Sometimes there were those the Assembly turned a blind eye to and the Banner cops stepped up to the plate.

If Justin was calling me, it was entirely likely that he wanted my help in tracking somebody down.

Damn it all to hell.

A little about JC:

J.C. Daniels is the alter ego of author Shiloh Walker and was created basically because Shiloh writes like a hyperactive bunny and an intervention was necessary.  J.C. is the intervention.  The name… J.C. Daniels is a play off of the three people who pretty much run Shiloh’s life.

J.C./Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more…ah…serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing just about every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest.  She writes urban fantasy, romantic suspense and paranormal romance, among other things.

Learn more about JC/Shiloh here

Website: http://jcdanielsblog.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShilohWalker

Twitter: https://twitter.com/shilohwalker
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5921279.J_C_Daniels

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NBTM: Giveaway Book Spotlight & Guest Post - Fatal Intent by. Russia Kennie

Fatal Intent

Ryshia Kennie

BLURB:

In the heart of the jungle lies more than just the hint of death.

Leading a scientific excursion into the Borneo rain forest is a life long dream for entomologist, Garrett Cole.  But when her guide turns up dead and headless, her abilities are tested.  As the dense foliage pushes her team further from the river, they are lost.  Every shimmer of sound is a threat, and when a blonde haired, half-naked giant emerges from nowhere, she wants to run.   But there are no options – she needs help.

Raised in the lush cradle of the Borneo jungle, Aidan is as unconventional as the fact that he has no last name.  While the city is home, he returns to the jungle for peace and solitude.  As a PI, how can he ignore the mystery this group and their dead guide poses?  Leading them in a convoluted trek in a bid for answers he soon finds himself in a clash of wills with their alluring leader and answers that slide dangerously close to the tribe he loves.  

In the jungle’s torrid heat they find unexpected solace in each others arms.  But faced with death and betrayal, in a battle of wits that puts lives on the edge, can anyone be trusted?​

Excerpt:

Aidan moved vines back, exposing his face. They only had to look in his direction.

He was so close he could have reached out and touched her. She was delicate, out of place here in the midst of this wilderness. Her skin, even beneath the sweat and exertion-stained flush, was fair. She wasn’t built to be here, she was too slight to survive, too weak, too . . .

She glanced up. A frown immediately seared her face.

“Who the hell are you?” she snarled.

He bit back a smile. She should have screamed. She hadn’t. All tiny limbs and fragile beauty, and yet she attacked first.

He let his gaze rove over the group, refusing to be corralled by her attack.

One of the men looked panicked, the others seriously stressed. He shifted his spear to his other hand and waited, taking the warrior advantage of time and observation. The silent often learned much about their enemy.

“Put that down.” She gestured to his spear.

His fingers loosened for a millisecond before gripping the spear tighter. Was she out of her mind? Green, innocent, and totally forest-illiterate, but she was feisty.

Feisty? She was seething, hot, absolutely pissed—about what, he wasn’t sure. Her anger didn’t make much sense. Nothing about this afternoon made much sense.

GUEST POST

Topic:  How I was inspired to write Fatal Intent

A trip to Borneo inspired me to write Fatal Intent.  I suppose I always knew a story would come out of the trip but when I got on that plane I didn’t have a word written, not a vague plot or even a half-cut synopsis.  Fatal Intent was literally born on one moment on that trip.  You know those moments, when as cliché as it sounds, you can’t believe what you’re seeing.  It was really a moment of shock and disbelief – a moment when I said this is how the story begins.  And of course, the rest of it fell in from there.  It might be an odd place to write an outline but it was written one night in Borneo as the geckos began their night time scuttle.

I can’t imagine writing Fatal Intent without having been to Borneo for being there gave me a sense of the jungle.   While I’d been to the cloud forests of Costa Rica and tramped through a rain forest or two, I wasn’t prepared for the noise in Borneo’s jungle.  The insects were loud, they sawed and screeched and shrilled like creatures many times their size.  And sometimes, too – they were silent.  At those times the whole jungle seemed to pant quietly, as humidity and tension climbed.  It was as if everything waited for what might happen next, what predator would emerge, what threat they must dodge.  I remember how the grass whipped into the shape of an S as one of the many large lizards slipped through an area, and how the foliage was thick, and the humidity felt slick against your skin.  Hot, damp and humid and there we were wearing long pants that were tucked into our socks on treks to keep out the leeches!  Yes, there were a lot of bugs in Borneo and most of them were oversized.  Thank goodness, not the leeches.  

Fatal Intent was inspired by a day trek down river to see one of the local longhouses.  It was  early in the afternoon when I was taken into a place in time where only imagination can go, the beginning of Fatal Intent and the discovery of the headless guide that begins the story.  

I remember standing at the foot of those rickety wooden stairs that led to the longhouse, the sun beating down and the jungle alive with a cacophony of sound and the roar of the river only a few feet away, and then heading upward and trying not to think of how old that worn, steep staircase was or how frail the railing might be.  And when I reached the top there was the longhouse.  It looked rather like a retro motel, an age beaten unpainted length of building with individual entrances butted one up against the other and stretching in both directions.  There were at least twenty families in that longhouse that was fronted by an age-grayed wooden verandah with woven reed mats drying rice in the sun and old women looking at us with a combination of curiosity and disdain.  And as we followed our guide, he was quick to point out the human skull that dangled from the rafters in the common area.  A human skull – over a hundred years old and all that remained of their headhunting tradition, or so he said.  It was all rather grisly and fascinating in a macabre sort of way.  Maybe it was just  a good story for the tourists but it definitely was the catalyst of a story – Fatal Intent.  

GIVEAWAY!

At each stop, Ryshia will award one commenter an ebook copy of From the Dust, a historical romance set in Depression Era Saskatchewan. The grand prize for the tour will be an autographed copy of From the Dust, a book unique bookmark, and a Region 1 DVD of East of Borneo, a 1931 B&W movie.

 Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

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About the author

Ryshia Kennie is the author of two published romances.  From the Dust, is a romance set during the Great Depression.  Her second book, Ring of Desire, was set against a backdrop of magic and mystery, in medieval England.  An award winning author, her recent novels now focus on  suspense and women’s fiction – always with a hint or even a dollop, of romance. The Canadian prairies are home where she lives with her husband and one opinionated Irish Terrier.  

 

Visit her website at http://www.ryshiakennie.com.

 

Author blog:  ryshia.blogspot.com

 

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Author on Twitter:  twitter.com/ryshia

 

Author at Goodreads:  www.goodreads.com/author/show/1400598.Ryshia_Kennie

 

Super Book Blast & Giveaway: Love in Provence by. William Auch

LOVE IN PROVENCE

William Auch

BLURB:  

When John Martin is forced to sell his tech company, he decides to take a six-month vacation to the south of France.  

When he meets Madame Garcin, her daughter Sophie, and her granddaughter Isabelle, his life is changed forever.   What began as a long vacation becomes a journey of self-discovery marked by love, loss, and tragedy.  

He is molded by this family of three generations of women, tempered by tragedy themselves, in ways that he could never have imagined.

EXCERPT:

It seemed to John that the next three weeks could not go by fast enough. He was energized and quickly got back into the routine of jogging along the Embarcadero. It was a Sunday morning and John had made it all the way to the Marina Green, which was farther than the length of his usual run.

The green was filled with joggers, mothers pushing strollers, and the sailors heading for the yacht harbor. The sky was bright blue and cloudless, and a stiff breeze blew into the harbor from the other side of the Golden Gate. John stopped in the middle of the green to catch his breath and looked up to see a sky full of kites. There were large ones, small ones, one that looked like a dragon, and another which resembled a bird, all in a kaleidoscope of colors that were enhanced by the sun from above. They all danced in the wind, some darting side to side, and others diving toward each other as if to demonstrate who owned the skies. Some would descend to the ground then dart back up into the sky again.

Off to one side was a small girl with a pony tail, who ran across the grass as though she were about to lift off like a bird. Behind her she towed a small red kite, which stubbornly refused to become airborne despite her best attempts to launch it. Each time the kite plunged to the grass she would tighten the string again and make another run at it, only to have the kite rise about ten feet, then plummet to the grass. She tried over and over again with such determination, John wondered how long she had been at it. After each failed attempt she would look over at her mother who was keeping an eye on her from a distance, then the girl would continue with more determination than the previous attempt. John thought about Isabelle and how much he missed her. He could not wait to see her. He could imagine Isabelle when she was young, pulling on the kite string with the same determination as the little girl.

John walked over to her mother sitting on the grass and asked with a smile, “Do you mind if I give her a hand?”

Her mother raised her eyebrows at first and studied John from top to bottom, but then a smile slowly crept onto her face. “Sure, why not?”

GIVEAWAY!!

A $25 Amazon gift card

Follow the tour and comment; the more they comment, the better their chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/01/super-book-blast-love-in-provence-by.html

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

William Auch is a physician residing in Sacramento, California. When not seeing patients, he writes, studies French, and travels the world.

LINKS:

BUY LINK:  http://www.amazon.com/Love-in-Provence-ebook/dp/B00ALZFM16/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358005740&sr=8-1&keywords=love+in+provence