Today we is the release day of When a Lioness Snarls by Eve Langlais! I’m excited to share this fantastic new paranormal romance with you. Make sure to check out the excerpt Eve is sharing with us and enter her giveaway! About When a Lioness Snarls: Stalking is only a crime among humans. In a lioness’s world, it’s called dating. Jeoff, is a bit of a killjoy, a super cute one who gets furry on full moons. But so does she. Luna is everything Jeoff is not. Outrageous, outgoing, and violent. Very violent, and unafraid to go after what she wants—and she wants Jeoff. Silly man, he thinks he can resist, but once a lioness sets her sights on a man, paws off! And if anyone thinks to try and take him… There’s a reason why the ladies of the pride win the yearly award for Baddest Biatches.
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This is the life. Luna didn’t care what anybody said. Nothing could compare to the enjoyment of sunbathing in a warm patch of sunlight while the chill of fall gripped the city outside.
She stretched on the fabric-covered pile of cushions, extending all of her limbs, practically purring in delight as the rays of brilliant sunshine streamed through the large plate-glass window of the condo.
“What the fuck are you doing?” The shocked male voice didn’t startle her. Noisy wolf. She’d heard him coming for a while. He really needed to work on his stealth technique.
Exhibiting a laziness that usually only a male lion could achieve, Luna opened an eye and peered at the man standing, arms folded over his chest, across the room. He glared—how cute. “Hi, Jeoff.”
“Don’t you hi Jeoff me. What the hell are you doing in my apartment? Naked.”
He’d noticed. Point. “I’m naked because it turns out you have a delightful afternoon spot, right about here.” She indulged in a long stretch atop the cushions that she’d yanked off his couch and upon which she lay with her arms and legs extended. The pose pulled her tanned skin taut. Tanned with no lines, she should add. She’d recently gotten some time on a beach for a job in the south. It was a shifter-friendly locale and clothing optional.
“You do realize that the folks in the building across from here can see straight in.”
How positively titillating. “Are they watching, do you think?” Luna rolled to her stomach and peered out the floor-to-ceiling glass window. She waved, but with the sun streaming in, couldn’t tell if anyone watched and waved back.
A heavy sigh let her know Jeoff still stood behind her. As if she could miss his presence. Jeoff wasn’t the kind of guy a girl could ignore. And not just because he reeked of dog. Dog as in a wolf shifter, not a true canine, although the two species did smell remarkably alike.
But she could forgive his furry fault because he was the standoffish hottie everyone wanted to bang. Like seriously, anyone with a pulse wanted to strip and ride Jeoff cowgirl style.
He had only himself to blame. Tall, much taller than her, Jeoff had broad shoulders but a lean build, an athletic build with defined muscle. He wasn’t like the lions in her pride, all beefed up and impressed with himself. While a touch nerdy with his glasses and three-piece suit—the glasses a bit of a superhero accessory to his public persona—Jeoff was all man. And an uptight prude.
“If your naked ass ends up on the Internet, don’t come yowling to me.”
“I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” she announced with a grin.
“Impossible,” he muttered. “Just impossible to reason with.”
“Don’t blame me because you can’t grasp the female mind.”
“The female mind is easy compared to that of a lioness. You’re all freaking nuts.”
“Why thank you.” Another sigh from him already? That might be a record, and another point.
“Why are you here?” Jeoff asked with an exasperation that had taken her under five minutes to achieve. The wolf proved such an easy mark to frazzle.
“I am here on pride business.” Luna flipped to her feet and padded toward Jeoff, leaving her sunny spot behind.
Don’t worry, my precious. I’ll be back. The winter months were about to begin. She’d need all the sunny spots she could find for napping.
“Does your business always involve breaking and entering?” Jeoff asked as he turned from her and headed to his kitchen.
“Not always, but more often than you’d think.”
He stuck his head around the fridge door to ask her, “Because the job demands it, or because a certain kitty got curious?”
“Jeoff, that is so species-ist. I should totally kick your ass for that.”
He straightened out of the fridge and handed her a beer. “Kick my ass later. Get some clothes on and then you can tell me what kind of business brings you here.”
“I don’t need clothes to talk.”
“Maybe you don’t, but I refuse to listen while your coochie is hanging out.”
Some people could be such prudes. “I’ll have you know my coochie does not hang because I do Kegels daily.” Luna did a squat just to see him avert his eyes to the ceiling.
But he wasn’t completely uninterested. The bulge in his pants was too pronounced for that.
Well, well. Maybe Jeoff isn’t as immune as I thought. And she really did wonder. She’d had her eye on the wolf for a while now, had even made a few overtures that he’d politely brushed aside. According to him, he dated only human girls because, “They cause less drama.”
Kind of boring really. But hey, his loss.
“Put some clothes on. Now.” Funny how a single guy in his early thirties could totally channel the voice
and tone of a father.
Luna wasn’t a little girl, though. It didn’t take much to pounce him from behind and wrap naked limbs around him. She yelled, “A naked woman is touching you!” She totally couldn’t wait for him to freak out.
What she didn’t expect was to get flipped onto her back on the cushion-bereft couch with him poised atop her.
His eyes practically blazed. “Are you demented?”
She smiled. “Only when I take after my mother’s side.”
“And what did you inherit from your father’s side?”
“Ability to burp the alphabet in one shot.”
About Eve Langlais:
~ New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Hello, my name is Eve and I am a Canadian author who loves to write hot romance, usually with hot shifters, cyborgs or aliens. I should warn you that I possess a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I love to write, and while I don't always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after. Thanks so much for coming by and checking me out. If you'd like to know more, read some excerpts or find out what's coming next, then please visit me at http://www.EveLanglais.com Or sign up for my new release email list at http://www.evelanglais.com/newrelease Happy reading! Eve Langlais
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Thursday, July 21, 2016
by Simona Ahrnstedt
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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In the cutthroat world of Sweden’s financial elite, no one knows that better than corporate raider David Hammar. Ruthless. Notorious. Unstoppable. He’s out to hijack the ultimate prize, Investum. After years of planning, all the players are in place; he needs just one member of the aristocratic owning family on his side—Natalia De la Grip.
Elegant, brilliant, driven to succeed in a man’s world, Natalia is curious about David’s unexpected invitation to lunch. Everyone knows that he is rich, dangerous, unethical; she soon discovers he is also deeply scarred.
The attraction between these two is impossible, but the long Swedish nights unfold an affair that will bring to light shocking secrets, forever alter a family, and force both Natalia and David to confront their innermost fears and desires.
“No, I am busy. And I would never dream of trying to avoid you. You’re my best friend. Although I do have other friends, you know. Maybe tomorrow? My treat.”
“Busy doing what, if I might ask?” Åsa said, not letting the possibility of a free lunch tomorrow distract her.
Natalia didn’t say anything. She looked down at her buried desk. Now would be a good time for one of her phones to ring, or maybe the fire alarm could go off, she thought.
Åsa’s eyes widened as if she’d had a realization. “Aha, who is he?”
“Don’t be silly. I’m just going to eat lunch.”
Åsa’s eyes narrowed to two turquoise slits. “But you’re acting so weird, even for you. With who?”
Natalia pressed her lips together.
“Natalia, with who?”
Natalia gave up. “With someone from, um, HC.”
Åsa furrowed her light eyebrows. “With who?” she stubbornly demanded. She might have made a good cult leader, but she also would have made a terrific interrogator, Natalia thought. All that blond bimbo fluff was misleading.
“It’s just a business lunch,” she said defensively. “With no agenda. He knows J-O,” she added as if the fact that her lunch date knew her boss explained everything.
She capitulated. “David Hammar.”
Åsa leaned back and beamed at Natalia. “The big guy, huh?” she said. “Mister Venture Capitalist himself. The biggest bad boy in the financial world.” She cocked her head. “Promise me you’re planning to sleep with him.”
“You’re crazed,” Natalia said. “Sex-crazed. I actually wish I could cancel it. I’m really stressed out. But one of the things I can’t find in this mess is my cell phone, which has his number on it,” she added. How could you lose a phone in an office that was smaller than forty square feet?
“But for God’s sake, woman, why don’t you get yourself an assistant?”
“I have an assistant,” Natalia said. “Who, unlike me, has a life. Her kids were sick, so she went home.” Natalia glanced at the clock. “Yesterday.” With a sigh she sank into her desk chair. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t look anymore. She was really done. It felt like she’d been working nonstop for ages. And there was so much paperwork she was behind on, a report to write, and at least five meetings to schedule. Actually she didn’t . . .
Åsa’s voice made her jump, and Natalia realized she’d been dozing off in her uncomfortable chair.
“What?” she asked.
Åsa looked at her seriously. Her mocking expression was gone.
“Hammar Capital isn’t evil, no matter what your dad and your brother think. They’re tough, yes, but David Hammar isn’t Satan. And he’s really hot. You don’t need to be ashamed if you think it’ll be fun to meet him.”
“No,” said Natalia. “I know.” But she’d been wondering what Hammar Capital’s legendary CEO wanted with her. And maybe he wasn’t Satan, but he had the reputation of being hard and inconsiderate even by financial industry standards. “No, I’m just going to have lunch and get the lay of the land,” she said firmly. “If he has business with the bank, he’s going to want to deal with J-O, not me.”
“But here’s the thing. You never know with Hammar Capital,” Åsa said, gracefully standing up. “And you’re underestimating yourself. Do you know anyone as smart as you? No, exactly.” She ran her hand over her completely stain- and wrinkle-free outfit. Even though she was wearing an austere suit (Natalia happened to know that this specific Prada suit had been tailor-made for Åsa), a simple silk blouse, and light-beige pumps, she looked like a glamorous movie star.
Åsa leaned over the desk. “You know very well you shouldn’t care so much what your father thinks,” she said, as usual putting her finger right on the sore spot and pushing. “You’re brilliant, and you’re going to go far. You can make your career here.” Åsa gestured to the building they were in, the Swedish headquarters of one of the world’s biggest banks, the Bank of London. “You don’t have to work at the family company to be worth something,” Åsa continued. “They have the world’s least progressive view of women’s rights and you know it. Your dad is hopeless; your brother is an idiot, and the rest of the board wins the male chauvinist pig prize of all time. And I should know, because I work with them.” She cocked her head. “You’re smarter than all of them put together.”
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Simona Ahrnstedt was born in Prague and is a licensed psychologist, a cognitive behavioral therapist, and most importantly, a bestselling author. As her novels have swept bestseller lists in her native Sweden, she has become a spokesperson for books by women, for women, and about women. Her provocative women’s fiction has been sold in multiple languages as well as audio format. She lives outside of Stockholm, Sweden, with her two teenagers.
Book Title: Crave (Splendor #2)
Author: Janet Nissenson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2016
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The next chapter in one of the most romantic love stories ever told
Luxury hotel heir Ian Gregson longed for his beloved Tessa from afar for more than two years, forced to keep his attraction towards her well hidden. But now that his feelings no longer have to remain a secret, he is free to indulge his constant craving for the woman of his dreams.
Shy, innocent Tessa Lockwood is dazzled by her handsome, sophisticated lover, and falls deeper and deeper under his spell with each passing day. But their newfound relationship will be tested by Tessa’s lifelong insecurities, and her fears of succumbing to the throes of depression that have always tormented her.
It will fall to Ian to convince her that their love is strong enough to overcome any obstacles that life might place in their way. And that now that he’s finally been able to make her his own, nothing and no one will ever keep them apart again.
Janet is a lifelong resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, and currently resides on the northern California coast with her husband Steve and Golden Retriever Max. She worked for more than two decades in the financial services industry before turning her focus to producing running events. She is a former long-distance runner, current avid yoga practitioner, is addicted to Pinterest, likes to travel and read. She has been writing for more than three decades, with her first book in the Inevitable Series - Serendipity - published in December 2013.
TITLE – Snow in July AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee GENRE – Paranormal Historical Romance PUBLICATION DATE – July 2014 LENTH (Pages/# Words) – 386 pages/94K words PUBLISHER – Pendragon Cove Press COVER DESIGNER – Natasha Brown
Sir Robert Alain de Bellencombre has been granted what every man wants: a rich English estate in exchange for his valiant service at the Battle of Hastings. To claim this reward, the Norman knight must wed the estate's Saxon heiress. Most men would leap at such an opportunity, but for Alain, who broke his vow to his dying mother by failing to protect his youngest brother in battle, it means facing more easily broken vows. But when rumors of rampant thievery, dangerous beasts, and sorcery plaguing a neighboring estate reach his ears, nothing will make him shirk duty to king and country when people's lives stand at risk. He assumes the guise of a squire to scout the land, its problems, and its lady.
Lady Kendra of Edgarburh has been granted what no woman wants: a forced marriage to an enemy who may be kith or kin to the man who murdered her beloved brother.
Compounding her anguish is her failure to awaken the miraculous healing gift bequeathed by their late mother in time to save his life. Although with his dying breath, he made her promise to seek happiness above all, Kendra vows that she shall find neither comfort nor love in the arms of a Norman… unless it snows in July.
Alain is smitten by Lady Kendra from the first moment of their meeting; Kendra feels the forbidden allure of the handsome and courtly Norman "squire." But a growing evil overshadows everyone, invoking dark forces and ensnaring Kendra in a plot to overthrow the king Alain is oath-bound to serve. Kendra and Alain face a battle unlike any other as their honor, their love, their lives, and even their very souls lie in the balance.
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(Hero's first impression of heroine)
A young woman was standing on the staircase’s top landing as Alain approached. No, he amended, feeling his eyes widen and his blood heat, a goddess. The suggestive clinging of her grayish-blue gown made him forget his blasphemous lapse.
He shifted from foot to foot to mask his reaction. Her ashblonde curls, creamy complexion, and alluring curves conquered his fear of failure. As his heart thrummed its praises of her beauty, he vowed to protect this lady unto the ends of the earth.
But he tempered his lauds with a petition for wisdom, for he needed to ascertain her heart. Experience had taught him the folly of loving a beautiful but title-hungry woman like Marie.
Yet sorrow enveloped this lady like a shroud. The slope of her delicately boned shoulders, the tilt of her petite chin, the hooded reserve of her slate-blue eyes, the slight pout of her full lips all sang the same dirge.
Blessed Virgin, could I be the cause of her misery? Please, let it not be so!
He wanted nothing more than to gather her into his arms and kiss those lips until their song transformed from sorrow to joy.
Their gazes met. Her look, a cross between appreciation and reprimand, made him remember his “station,” and he looked down.
Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, Great Pyrenees goat guards, and assorted wildlife. People and creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-twentieth century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet. She has been an award-winning novelist since 1999 (Dawnflight, first edition, Sonnet Books, Simon & Schuster) and has been studying the Arthurian Legends for nigh on half a century.
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This is my stop during the blog tour for Iron Goddess by Dharma Kelleher. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 18 till 31 July, you can view the tour schedule here.
Iron Goddess (Shea Stevens Thriller #1)
by Dharma Kelleher
Genre: Noir Thriller
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 28 June 2016
In this gritty, fast-paced debut thriller, an ex-con biker chick turned law-abiding citizen risks everything to save her new lifeâ€”and confront the demons of her past.
Shea Stevens is biker royalty. Her father was the president of the Confederate Thunder Motorcycle Club. Under his watchful eye, she learned how to pick locks, disable alarms, and hot-wire cars like a pro. But all that is ancient history. Or so she thought . . .
After a stint in prison, Shea has worked hard to make a quiet, happy life for herself in Arizona. She spends her time bonding with her big-city girlfriend and running her bike shop, Iron Goddess Custom Cycles, with her dedicated team of misfits. But when one of her employees is shot and three of her specially commissioned bikes are stolen, Sheaâ€™s new life collides with the criminal underworld she tried to leave behind.
Shea knows better than to trust the police. So, with her Glock on her hip, she takes the investigation into her own hands. Sheaâ€™s search for the bike thieves leads her straight to her fatherâ€™s old gangâ€”and her estranged sister, whose young daughter has been kidnapped by a rival club. The last thing Shea wants is to be caught in the middle of a warâ€”but if she learned one thing from her old man, itâ€™s that when someone comes at you, you push back. Hard. And thatâ€™s exactly what sheâ€™s going to do.
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Sparks exploded from the left footpeg of Shea Stevens’ motorcycle as it scraped against the pavement. She was going too fast through the curves that twisted up the south side of Sycamore Mountain. The road was dark—daybreak still an hour away. Getting up close and personal with an elk at sixty miles an hour would be disastrous. But Shea was in a hurry.
She tried to convince herself the call from the security company was another false alarm—a rat looking for a crumb, or maybe a glitch in the sensors. But she couldn’t shake the fear that someone had broken into the shop. If the three custom motorcycles they’d finished the night before were stolen, it would be a quarter-million-dollar loss.
Please, God, let it be another false alarm.
The cold air blasting through the vents in her jacket caused her teeth to chatter. In her rush to alleviate her paranoia, she’d thrown on her jeans and T-shirt from the night before. Didn’t bother with a bra. Her only precaution had been the .40-caliber Glock she’d slipped into a pancake holster at the small of her back.
Fifteen minutes later, her bike crested the hill and reached what the residents of Sycamore Springs, Arizona, call Olde Towne—a mile-long strip of locally owned shops including a café, a pharmacy, an antiques shop, and Iron Goddess Custom Cycles—her destination.
She screeched to a stop in front of the cycle shop, killed the engine, and ripped off her helmet. The pungent scent of creosote mixed with dead skunk made her nose crinkle. Moonlight reflected off the desert dust on the plate glass window, obscuring the Iron Goddess logo. Her gaze shifted left to the shop’s front door. Shards of glass clung to the doorframe like broken teeth.
“Fuck.” Her hands tightened into fists. She wanted to beat someone.
She climbed off the bike and scanned the street, hoping to spot the intruder skulking through Olde Towne. Fifty feet away at the Kokopelli Café, a Coca-Cola sign flickered on and off. Across the street, a security gate sliced the blue light of a fifties-era jukebox glowing from within the antiques shop. The rest of Olde Towne’s shops slumbered in darkness.
She dug a flashlight out of her tank bag and drew the Glock, turning her attention back to Iron Goddess. She crept onto the cement porch, paused outside the door, and listened for anyone who might be inside. Somewhere in the darkness, a pack of coyotes performed a predawn symphony of yips and high-pitched howls over a recent kill. Two delivery trucks roared past three minutes apart. But no voices or sounds of crunching glass came from inside Iron Goddess. If anyone was in there, they may have hunkered down when they heard her motorcycle. She had to find out for sure.
Drops of a dark liquid on the concrete caught her attention. Was it oil or blood? She brushed it with a finger, creating a crimson smear. Blood. Her pulse quickened.
She pulled on the door handle. It was unlocked. Thief must’ve reached in and unlocked it after breaking the glass. She scolded herself for not getting a double-cylinder lock.
After slipping in through the door, she scanned the place with her flashlight. Tiny bits of glass sparkled like jewels across the floor. A bowling ball–sized rock lay near the front sales counter. The familiar industrial smell of the showroom mixed with the organic tang of blood. Her fist tightened on the grip of the gun.
More drops of blood led off to the right. She considered turning on the lights, but didn’t want to blow what little stealth she had left. Broken glass crunched under her boots with each step. Moving slower didn’t make it any quieter.
She followed the trail of blood around the counter to where three custom-ordered bikes and several production bikes had been parked hours earlier; they were now gone.
Clothing racks for motorcycle jackets and pants had been cleared. Empty hangers lay scattered on the floor. Shelves that once displayed helmets, boots, and other gear had been stripped bare.
Shea felt sucker-punched. Her mind kept telling her it was a dream.
Her heart leapt into her throat when someone coughed and moaned. She ducked down until she heard it again. Her finger slipped onto the trigger. She swung the flashlight around and found a man lying on the floor in the motor oil aisle. She approached cautiously, ignoring the pulse pounding in her ears.
With the light on the man’s face, she recognized him as Derek Williams, one of her employees.
She slapped on the overhead lights. Derek was a scrawny guy, just shy of his twentieth birthday. His stubbly face was pale and clammy. Blood covered his shirt, pooling on the floor around his chest.
“Aw shit, Derek!” She holstered her gun and knelt down next to him.
He opened his eyes for a moment. “They made me,” he wheezed before coughing up blood.
“Who? Who did this to you?”
His eyes lost focus and closed.
She checked his pulse. Her own heart beat so fast she couldn’t tell if he had a pulse or not. She pulled out her phone.
“Cortes County 911—what’s your emergency?”
“I need an ambulance at Iron Goddess Custom Cycles, 8234 South Sycamore Highway. My friend is bleeding.”
“How is he injured, ma’am?”
“I . . . I don’t know. I just found him. He’s got blood all over his chest. I think someone shot him.”
“Is he breathing?”
“Uh . . . let me check.” She put her ear to his mouth and could hear shallow, gurgling breaths. “He’s breathing, but barely.”
“We’ve dispatched an ambulance. It’ll be there momentarily.”
Shea hung up the phone and checked his pulse again. It was there, but weak. Then it stopped. She struggled to remember the lessons from a CPR course two years earlier. She clasped her hands and compressed in the center of his chest. Blood gushed from his wounds. That wasn’t in the course.
She lifted up his shirt. His chest was smeared with blood. She wiped away as much as she could. Dark liquid oozed from two dime-sized wounds, one right above his heart, the other closer to his left shoulder.
His shirt was soaked. Wouldn’t work to stop the blood, even if she could get it off him. Shea looked for something else to use. The nearby shelves were stocked with bottles of motor oil, industrial cleaners, and cans of chain lube. No shop cloths or clothing.
She scrambled out of her jacket, pulled off her shirt, and twisted it into a tight wad. She pressed it over the wounds and compressed his chest again. The T-shirt kept the bleeding to a minimum. She continued pumping his chest. “Come on, Derek. Gimme a heartbeat.”
After fifty compressions, she checked again. Still no pulse. She continued pounding on his chest, desperately trying to minimize the bleeding and hoping the EMTs would arrive before she ran out of energy.
Her back was beginning to cramp up when the silver bell on the front door jingled.
“Over here!” she yelled.
Two deputies rushed in, guns pointed at her.
“Sheriff’s Office! Get on the floor. Hands behind your head.”
Q & A with Dharma Kelleher
What books/authors have influenced your writing?
One of my earliest faves is Lawrence Block. I’ve been a fan of both his Bernie Rhodenbarr series and his Matt Scudder series for decades. Some more recent influences have been Jim Butcher, Stieg Larsson, and Christa Faust.
Tell us something you hate doing. Why?
Marketing. I know how essential it is, especially as an author, but I suck at it. I love talking with people and getting to know them, but anytime I’m really trying to sell myself or my work, I get uncomfortable.
Share a funny incident in your life.
About 18 years ago, a group of my friends were planning to go out to dinner. At the last minute all but me and this other woman canceled. Turned out that the two of us had been set up by the others on a date. I married her about six months later.
What's your pet peeve?
Bigotry. I don’t care who someone is or how talented they are, if they say or do something that’s racist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic, I am done. Mean people suck.
When you are in writer mode, music or no music? If music do you have a playlist?
I often like to listen to music, but it has to be instrumental only. Lyrics make writing difficult because it literally causes collisions in my brain. I have one playlist with a soundtracks from a lot of dark movies like Taken, Batman Begins, and The Maze Runner because it gets me in a dark mood.
Who was your favorite hero/heroine.
Lisbeth Salander from Stieg Larsson’s Millennium series. She’s brilliant, tough, fearless, and doesn’t give a f*ck what other people think.
Have you ever had one character you wanted to go one way with but after the book was done the character was totally different.
Sort of. I have two characters that I’ve been trying to get together romantically, but so far it hasn’t happened yet. Maybe in Book #3 of the series.
What’s you next project?
I am editing the sequel to Iron Goddess. Shea Stevens, the protagonist from the first book, is forced to infiltrate an all-women’s motorcycle club as a confidential informant looking for someone dealing lethal club drugs.
What's the one thing, you can't live without?
I have to say my motorcycle. It’s the only way to fly.
What is your favorite movie (song)?
“F*cking Perfect” by P!nk. The video gets me bawling every time. It’s a song of empowerment and honoring our self-worth.
What's your favorite TV show of all time and why?
Sons of Anarchy. Not surprising since I am a biker and write about bikers. But Kurt Sutter did such a wonderful job bringing to life such complex characters. It’s dark and brutally violent, but there is so much humanity in the show. I love it.
Clean shaven, Scruff, beard, or mustache. Ink yay or nay?
Well, this opens up a whole can of worms. I’m a transgender pansexual with lesbian leanings.
I’ve made out with guys with and without facial hair. I hate scruff because it’s so abrasive. So when it comes to guys, I prefer either all or nothing. That said, I’m happily married to my wife of 18 years, so the question’s kinda moot.
As for ink, I think tats are cool. I have four myself and my wife got her first one just last year. My dream tat is a vine that starts at my wrist and winds all over my body with either a flower or faerie for every year I’ve been sober. Today’s my 20th sobriety birthday. So that’s a lot of ink.
As for ink, I think tats are cool. I have four myself and my wife got her first one just last year. My dream tat is a vine that starts at my wrist and winds all over my body with either a flower or faerie for every year I’ve been sober. Today’s my 20th sobriety birthday. So that’s a lot of ink.
Your favorite book by you or another author
I have so many favorites and it’s always changing. I just read an advanced reader copy of The Last One by Alexandra Oliva and it blew me away. It’s about a woman who participates in a wilderness survival reality show. But things go very wrong and the lines between reality and reality TV get blurred. The characters are wonderful and the tension is palpable. I stayed up half the night finishing it, which is a rarity for me.
If you could write in another genre what would it be & why?
Urban fantasy. I have some ideas for some stories that I’ve partially explored and would love to spend more time with in the future. One is about the Mexican/Aztec legend of La Llorona. Another is about werewolves that started out as wolves, but were given the gift of transforming into humans as a means of survival against hunters and loss of habitat.
About the Author:
Dharma Kelleher writes gritty tales about outlaws, renegades, and misfits. Her hobbies include riding motorcycles, picking locks, and getting inked. Her debut novel IRON GODDESS will be published by Penguin Random Houseâ€™s Alibi imprint on June 28, 2016. Learn more about her and her writing at dharmakelleher.com.
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There is a tour wide giveaway for the blog tour of Iron Goddess. This giveaway is US and Canada only. Below are the prizes you can win:
- a 25$ amazon gift card
- earplugs with the Iron Goddess shop logo
For a chance to win enter the rafflecopter below:
a Rafflecopter giveaway