Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Today Ivy Welcomes Kari Thomas!

Hello Dear Sweet Bees

As promised, I am back on July, 15th to happily host author Kari Thomas. She's popped by with info and a tasty excerpt from her latest novel Her Demon His Angel. Check out this sexy cover, her synopsis and an excerpt from this imaginative book.

Synopsis

  
Sara Winters never had reason to acknowledge the existence of Angels or Demons. Not until a rare being, half angel and half demon, rescues her from a demon attack. As an antique book dealer she has spent her adult life looking for one particular, mysterious Book, and her search has led her straight into Drake Domitaine’s arms.

Drake doesn’t have time to deal with a frail human woman but he has to protect her from the very same demons that are now planning a war on the human race.

Sara and Drake’s fated love is doomed from the start. Or is it? Can a human woman and Angel-Demon be together? It’s now a race against time to find the Book which has become an important part of pending war to save humankind. And in the end, will Sara and Drake overcome the insurmountable odds of their love continuing?


Excerpt

Sara knocked softly on the door to room twenty-eight of the Amenity Suite Hotel. As she waited, she glanced down the hallway in both directions. At a little past midnight, the emptiness of the halls wasn't unusual but she still felt a twinge of unease. Something was out of place. Wrong. But, what? What is making me this scared?

Knocking again, she grimaced at the loud echo. No answer. Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, she reached out and slowly turned the doorknob. To her surprise, the door was unlocked. The dire, mental warning that something was definitely wrong started screaming louder in her head, but she resolutely ignored it. That fear had passed after the last two events involving the list of names. Still, she was more than a little cautious as she stepped into the dark room. Stretching her hand out, she located the wall light switch and flipped it. The room flooded with light.

“Mr. Franklin?” She perused the unmade bed in the center of the room, and an opened suitcase on the table next to the bed. Nothing seemed out of place, or disturbed. Something isn’t right. I can feel it. Hesitant, but determined, she advanced into the room. “Hello? Mr. Franklin? It’s Sara Winters.”

Her gaze went to the bathroom. The door was ajar and the light off so she was almost sure he wasn’t in there. Where is he? I told him I’d meet him after midnight and he promised he’d be waiting. Advancing into the middle of the room, she abruptly stopped. Suddenly, she became acutely aware of the obvious sense of utter stillness, an eerie feeling of frozen time as though the entire room was enclosed in a blanket of cold nothingness. Goosebumps rose across her bare arms, and she half expected to see her breath come out in cold puffs of air.

Her mind shouted one stark word: Death.

Death was here, just like the other two times. It had been too late to talk to either men, both dead of what had been termed as natural deaths, one with a heart attack, the other with a stroke.

David Franklin was third on the list of six men. And she had the sickening feeling he was dead too.

Someone wanted to make sure that none of the men talked. But who? And why?

She didn’t want to take the time to dwell further on it. It wasn’t safe hanging around here any longer. When she turned to leave, her gaze immediately zeroed in on the bare foot partially hidden beneath the floor length bed coverlet. She bit back a gasp as a cold shiver of dread overtook her. The rest of the body lay hidden under the bed, but she didn’t have the courage to go over there and prove it was David Franklin.

The killer might still be near. Sickening fear rushed through her in forceful waves. Without hesitation, she rushed out the door, slamming it closed behind her. Cringing, she leaned back against it and attempted to calm her racing heart.

The third time she’d faced death, didn’t make it any less frightening or sickening. Her stomach rolled with the threat of vomiting. Taking several calming breaths she then exhaled slowly. It didn’t work. She was dealing with something far more sinister than she’d anticipated, leaving her feeling hopelessly clueless and she hated feeling so vulnerable. Her special vision of sight wasn’t even working. It was hard to get a grasp on anything. I can’t give up. It wasn’t in her nature. Maybe the visions would come when she most needed them. In the past, her visions of the Book had led her to clues just at the opportune time. If she was going to solve this, she had to be strong. And patient, she added.

I need answers, but I don’t think I will find them here, now. The previous two events the killer, he or she, left no clues behind. She wasn’t a detective, but she’d spent her adult life following clues to help her obtain rare books, so she recognized the signs of a clean-up when she encountered the last two murders.

I have to get away from here. For some strange reason, the fear was stronger here than at the other two deaths. Hurrying from the room and out into the night she saw movements in every shadow. The hair on her arms rose. The uncanny feeling someone was watching her made her hurry her steps. Stopping in the parking lot of the hotel she took one last thorough look around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, then took off running toward her car.

Oddly weak and suddenly, violently nauseated, she leaned against her car door to catch her breath. A few long minutes later her body relaxed. The after-midnight air was warm and muggy, with the threat of a summer storm hovering above the city. Sweat trickled down her neck into the ‘V’ of her silk bra. Anticipating the cold blast of air conditioning, she reached into her jeans back pocket and fished out her car key.

The only warning was the soft swish of wind overhead, and the darker-than-the-night shadow that covered her and her car. Startled, she looked up.

And screamed.



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I was recently introduced to Kari through fellow author and mutual friend Mary Corrales. I hope that you found the synopsis and the excerpt from Kari's latest book as intriguing as I did. If you're a fan of paranormal romance or looking to expand your romance genre reading, I strongly suggest Kari Thomas!

Below is a little info about Kari and links to where you can buy her book.

BIO of Kari Thomas: I am a multi published author, and a professed Book-a-Holic! I also do Reviews for major publishing houses, and a little freelance editing.

Links to all things Kari! 

Kari's Author Central Page on Amazon

Find Kari on Facebook

Find Kari  on Goodreads

Kari Thomas on Linkedin

Kari at Scribd

Kari's Website Blog

Buy Links for Her Demon His Angel :

Secret Cravings

Amazon

Thanks for stopping by everyone!

Ivy B

xoxo


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Ivy's back in the game.

Hello all

And Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian Followers.

It's a blistering hot day in my area of the great green north and I think most of it will be spent indoors. Yes, today I will celebrate Canada Day and air conditioning. Good times...good times...

In other celebratory news, I've started writing again and in a couple weeks I will be hosting author Kari Thomas. Her latest paranormal romance is coming to the interwebs on July, 14/14.

I recently paid my family and friends in Calgary, BC a long overdue visit and while I was there, I met up with my Breathless Press Publisher, Justyn Perry. For those BP writers out there who have not had a chance to meet Justyn, if you ever get a chance to do so, I highly recommend it. He's wonderfully intelligent and personable. I'd been having a bit of a writer's dry spell. I guess you could say "my Ivy needed watering" and meeting Justyn was just what I needed. He was helpful, honest, and not only gave me great insight into what BP readers are looking for in their books, but he also opened my eyes to my own writing style and what, perhaps, I was missing. I've been having a bit of trouble connecting to readers and I'm hoping that I'm finding new writing feet that will still dance out stories that are me, but also appeal to a wider audience.

Anyway my point, two weirdly structured metaphors later, is that it was great to meet Justyn; the man behind emails.

So to continue with news, I'm happy to say that not only is Breathless Press celebrating their 5th Anniversary next month, but also that I will be a part of it. In August 2014, flirts (which what BP calls shorter romance stories that are 10K or under) will be coming to you from quite a few BP writers that have been inspired by the book "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". I am one of those BP writers and I'm very pleased. However, it took two kicks at the can to get a story accepted. My first attempt was a bit of dream like story that perhaps was a bit too surreal, but it was more than likely the result of taking part in Bloomsday and spending a bit of time with James Joyce's Ulysses that same weekend.

My second story though, was a good fit for a Wonderland Flirt and so I'm happy to say that in August, 2014, "I'll Call You Alice" by yours truly, will be coming to the interwebs via Breathless Press.

AND I'm even happier to report that not only will all the wonderland inspired stories be available online, but they are also being put together in a real life, keep on your bookshelf, book that you can purchase for your very own. To make it a little more personal, the contributing authors have been asked to write a little note to our readers that will precede each of our stories.

Which is still something I really need to do so I will leave you now to go do that...or at least think about it.

I'll be back on July, 15th with author, Kari Thomas.

Kisses,
Ivy