Thursday, October 20, 2016

#FosterAnAuthor2 w/Giveaway: Day 4 One for Sorrow by Dawn Ibanez

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One for Sorrow
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One for Sorrow

Adam is an Enforcer for a witch that cursed him nearly one thousand years ago. His current assignment is to kidnap and protect a young woman whose father has a number of business dealings with Olivia. But once he actually meets headstrong Izzy, Adam has to rethink his approach on handling her.

Izzy St. Pierre is a headstrong woman that enjoys video games and her job as a bartender. On her way home one night she meets a strange man that is ready to kidnap her in order to blackmail her father. Over their time together, Izzy learns that while Adam might be cold, there was a fire that burned inside of his heart. And she finds herself fighting the urge to fan that flame to see just how much she could make him melt.

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Q & A with Dawn about One for Sorrow!

Tell us about One for Sorrow.
One for Sorrow is the start of a new 7 part series called A Murder of Crows. It follows Izzy St. Pierre and Adam Locksley as they try to break a curse that had been placed on Adam as well as deal with the circumstances surrounding an event called The Counting.

What initially inspired you to write One for Sorrow?
This was going to be my Once Upon a Time. I just love the idea of twisting fairy tales so that they are all one huge story. I started working on this as my version of Beauty and the Beast, and then it snowballed and became something completely different.

Tell us little about the characters in One for Sorrow.
Izzy St. Pierre is a former diplomat’s daughter that has been working in a bar in New York. One Super Bowl night, her entire world implodes when she discovered magic and monsters are all too real. And in the middle of the fray is Adam Locksley.

Adam was hired by a mysterious party to kidnap Izzy. Not realizing that there was a hit put out on her by his own employer. As they try to figure out what’s going on, both Adam and Izzy realize there are more reasons to them being put together than just money. Izzy could be the key to breaking his curse and stopping the Counting.

What was the hardest part of writing One for Sorrow?
The last chapter. Izzy and Adam were at a funeral, and the day I was writing it was the anniversary of one of my closest friend’s suicide, my father was not doing too great health wise (again, personal reasons that I don’t want to get in to.) I was a mess writing that scene. Re-reading that scene I was a mess. The next 3 days I was a mess and couldn’t finish writing the epilogue. 

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why? 
I loved matching up each character with a fairy tale. Figuring out how to do that was so much fun! I have a Beauty and the Beast, a wolf, Hansel and Gretel, a Genie and a Little Mermaid. There are a couple more that I have to weave in, but for now, it’s pretty good.

Is there a message in One for Sorrow that you hope readers will grasp? 
Through the story, Adam’s main nickname is Lady Mouse. The villain talks about how small and insignificant she is in the scope of things. I think the message in this book would be that no matter how small you are, you can still have the heart of a lion.

Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers about this book/series?
The title One for Sorrow is from an old nursery rhyme about counting magpies. But to be honest, I first heard in in a Counting Crows song called A Murder of One. LOL.

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Chapter 4

Izzy sat heavily on the sofa as her father appeared on the television. Today was the third day since the attack. After turning on the local morning shows, she felt her stomach plummet. Her father, a man she once thought of as a hero, stood before a podium full of microphones and demanded her return. She reached forward and turned the TV off before looking at Adam in the kitchenette. “Is there a way I can contact him?” she asked.
She couldn’t identify the expression that crossed his face. When he pressed his lips together, she knew the answer. “It wouldn’t be a good idea,” Adam said slowly.
Izzy jumped to her feet and started to pace. She knew it was a bad idea, but she couldn’t leave him in such a state. “He’s upset. He may think that one of his enemies took me. Isn’t there some way we can get word to him that I’m okay?”
“The night we met, you refused to talk about your father,” Adam said as he carried a tray of fresh fruit into the living room. “Now all of a sudden, you’re the doting daughter. Why?”
Izzy frowned as she looked at him. “My relationship with my father is complicated, okay?” She turned away from him and quickly grabbed a grape before walking across the room. “When I was younger, I thought he couldn’t do any wrong. As I got older, I started to see more of his faults. By the time I graduated high school and he left his position as ambassador, I knew what his world was all about. I couldn’t stand by and smile for the camera while he did everything he could to destroy millions of lives, just to turn a profit.” She ate the grapes in her hand and thought about her next statement. “But with that being said, it doesn’t mean that I don’t care about him and his health. And what if he thinks that one of his rivals kidnapped me? He could start a war that could kill him. He may be a right bastard, but he doesn’t deserve to die.”
Adam bit into an apple as he watched her. Again, his expression was unreadable. Izzy was beginning to discover that she hated that. Before she could say anything, he shrugged. “There may be a way. I’ll see about getting word to him. For now, I want you to sit down and get something to eat.”
“How magnanimous of you,” she mumbled. She walked back over to the tray and grabbed more grapes. “Please don’t sit there and patronize me. We’re both adults. I’m not an invalid that needs you to take care of me.”
He stood and followed her across the room. “Do you even realize how close you were to dying?” he asked softly. “You gave yourself a concussion. While I normally wouldn’t be bothered by that, the angle at which you hit your head could have easily broken your neck. You haven’t eaten anything since the night we met, and while I was able to force broth down your throat, you need something with more weight to it in order to survive what I’m going to teach you.”
Something in the tone of his voice made Izzy freeze. There was something there that should have scared her, but it didn’t. She balled her fists and squared her shoulders. “I can survive whatever you throw at me.” She was a fighter. She would fight as hard as she had to in order to get her life back.
Adam chuckled darkly. His chocolate colored eyes raked over her body. “Yes, Little Mouse, you are a survivor,” he mocked.
She was going to hurt him. “Stop calling me that,” she hissed. When his eyebrow arched up, she felt her temper flare. “I’m not a pet, nor a child.”
He snorted as he moved closer to her. “You could have fooled me,” he told her. That mocking smile crossed his face again.
She was going to find a way to wipe that smile off of his face. She took note of the way he walked around the room. For whatever reason, he seemed to be sizing her up. Izzy had spent too many classes and sparring sessions under that gaze. She adjusted her stance and curled her hands into fists. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked as she calmed her temper. “That because you’ve seen me at my lowest, I’m not capable?”
“We’ll just have to see.” He didn’t telegraph a move before attacking her. When Adam was about to grab her, she jumped back onto the sofa and quickly kneed him in the jaw. Before she could follow with another blow to his jaw, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her over his shoulder. “Don’t make it easier for me to grab you,” he said calmly. “Remember, if I’m a vampire trying to kill you, getting in close could cost you.”
She growled before shifting her weight and slamming her knee into his jaw again. Izzy folded her fists together and slammed them into the center of his back. When his hold loosened, she flipped herself over his shoulder, onto the coffee table. As he turned to her, she quickly slid her brass knuckles over her fingers. Izzy barely blocked the swing he took at her and countered with another strike straight to his jaw.
Adam fell back and cursed. It was as if he had a target on his jaw. Just when she was about to move after him, he tangled his legs up with hers and brought her down on top of him. With ease, he grabbed both of her hands and turned to pin her under him. Adam looked into her livid eyes. “Again, you would be dead, Little Mouse,” he chided. “If you have enough distance, run. Don’t try to fight. It’s your last resort.”
Izzy looked at him. “Call me Little Mouse one more time, I’ll turn you into one,” she said with a vicious growl.
The amusement that entertained him quickly fled. Adam leaned closer to her face. “You don’t get it. You are a little mouse. You’re a human being, thrown into a world of creatures that could kill you with a snap of their fingers.”
“I didn’t ask to be thrown into your world.” Izzy shifted her hips and brought her legs around his waist. She ignored the way his body pressed up against hers. “Let’s see how you react when you’re told that movie monsters are real and want to kill you.” She locked her ankles behind his back and started to squeeze her legs together. When Adam released one of her hands to pry her legs apart, she swiftly punched him again.
He grunted in pain as he tried to pry her legs apart. She squeezed her legs tighter, knowing that at any moment she would hear a rib crack. Izzy saw a flash of red cross his eyes before his hand closed over her throat. His fingers tightened as he leaned over her. “Let me go Isabeau. I want to teach you, not really hurt you.”
She looked into his eyes as tears filled her own. The anger that started to fill her drained away with the realization that he was right. She was nothing more than a mouse in a house of horrors. Izzy released the hold her legs had on his waist and took a deep breath when Adam let her throat go. She looked up at the ceiling as Adam rolled off of her. Just as she ignored the feeling of his body against hers, she was going to ignore the rush of cold that now washed over her. A frown crossed her face as she replayed their fight. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked miserably.
Adam touched his jaw. “You did more damage than most.
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Book One in the Remedy Series
Keep You From Harm


They weigh you down. I’ve kept a secret all my life. It’s my mother’s secret, too. I inherited it from her along with a unique ability that only we possess. She’s gone now, another victim of addiction. If her death isn’t enough to bring me to my knees, her betrayal flays me to the bone. Because the secret my mother and I have been keeping is just one of many she’d kept. She never told me I have an older brother. And now he’s here, eager to be my guardian.

There is no one else. So I move across the country to live with this stranger, my brother. But experience has taught me that most situations are temporary and forming attachments only leads to hurt in the end. That’s why I’m determined to keep to myself in this new place, struggling to seem aloof while I’m quietly breaking apart.

Then I meet Lucas...

His magnetism is hard to resist, and most girls at school aren’t resisting. I don’t fall so easily though, especially not for guys who use their good looks as a weapon. From the start, our interactions are tense and volatile. I know it’s because I’m denying the unwelcome desire that grips me when he’s near. I think he feels it, too. He looks at me with an intensity that threatens to unhinge my resolve. Soon he’s trying to break through the walls that past hurts have built.

But I’m not what I appear to be, and it wouldn’t be fair to get involved with him. At least that’s what I tell myself. Until a terrible act of violence reveals that Lucas has a secret, too. It’s a secret that links us together and ties us to an evil history I never could have imagined.


Book 2 in the Remedy Series
To Have And To Harm

She kept everyone from harm, except herself… 

Raielle’s life was shrouded in secrets. Her power was a secret and so was her past. When she came to Fort Upton, everything changed. She discovered her family, and she found the boy who would own her heart forever. But it couldn’t last. Knowing so little about her power nearly destroyed her. She had to leave and break both their hearts.

Now she’s back in California, and she doesn’t have to hide who she is anymore. But there is no relief in that because she’s drowning in regret. She knew it would take a miracle or a sin to save her, and there was no miracle. Her survival came at too high a price. She found her father, but she can’t go back to Lucas until she finds redemption.

She saved him. Then she left him…

She came out of nowhere and changed him forever, then she disappeared and left him reeling. Her whole life, she never had anyone who really loved her. Until him. Did she think he wouldn’t come for her? Did she believe she wasn’t worth it?

Lucas leaves everything behind to follow Raielle. When he finds her, she’s a pale shadow of the girl he remembers. Her power is betraying her and so are the people around her, but one thing hasn’t changed. She selflessly wants to save the world, and he just wants to save her.

With more secrets to uncover and dark truths to face, Raielle and Lucas must make sacrifices for each other. But in the end, will those sacrifices bring them closer together or tear them apart? When he’s forced to make the ultimate sacrifice, will she turn her back on everything she believes in to save him again?

~ This book is intended for mature readers due to sexual situations and strong language. ~

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Q & A with Debra about the Remedy Series!

What initially inspired you to write The Remedy Series?
I wrote the first book, Keep You from Harm, when my close friend became very sick. My mother was also having health problems at the time, and I recall feeling so completely helpless. From there came the character of Raielle, a girl with the power to heal.

Tell us little about the characters in The Remedy Series.
Raielle Blackwood is the main character and she’s a girl with a boatload of secrets. She carries the weight of the world on her shoulders and has a special ability she can’t tell anyone about. She moves to a new town and meets brusque and arrogant Lucas. But Lucas has secrets of his own and soon he becomes the only person she can trust.

What was the hardest part of writing The Remedy Series?
Creating Raielle’s special ability was a challenge. Even though Raielle’s ability is unreal, I wanted to write it in a way that made it seem as though it could be real. I had to think about how it would work and how it would feel to her and to others. Then there’s the moral dilemma of interfering with the natural course of things. I wondered what consequences could arise.

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
There’s a scene when Raielle and Lucas are in Lucas’s truck and they’re really talking for the first time. Lucas is a confident guy, used to having girls fall for him, but Raielle doesn’t do that and it throws him off-balance. Soon he discovers Raielle is going to give him a run for his money and if he wants her, he’s going to have to work for it, maybe for the very first time.

Is there a message in The Remedy Serie that you hope readers will grasp?
There’s not so much a message as a strong female character who kicks butt. She has a quiet strength about her, and I spent most of my time as I wrote this series wishing I was her.

Now an exciting excerpt from book one To Keep You From Harm from the Remedy Series!

I watch my grandmother’s slow, steady breathing as Kyle’s footsteps fade down the hallway. Once I’m sure he’s out of earshot, I reach my fingers toward her. Her withered hand, dotted with age spots, rests in her lap. I bring my fingertips to her skin with the very lightest of touches, and immediately an intense vibration travels from me into her. I notice her turn her head toward me, and I jump back, snatching my hand away, feeling spooked. But then she turns to the window and stares again, as though the moment never happened.
I eye her curiously, seeing no evidence of any awareness now. Then I decide to try it again, but this time I’m braced for the sensation. Hesitantly, I lean forward, bringing only my fingertips down onto the top of her hand. The vibration begins again, strong at first, before settling into a low hum. My face is close to hers, and I see her blink, once, twice, and then several times more rapidly. She inhales deeply, and her eyes move until they’re on mine.
“Angela,” she whispers, and her stale breath washes over me. With my fingers still on her hand, I lean back against the window, putting more distance between us.
“I’m her daughter,” I say. “My name is Raielle.”
Her blue eyes move over my face. “Raielle.” Her thready voice saying my name unsettles me. “What are you doing here? Where is Angela?” Then she looks down and sees my hand on hers. Realization dawns in her eyes. “You’re doing this,” she whispers.
When I nod, she laughs, and it’s a rough, wet sound. “You’re powerful. I can feel it. More powerful than I ever was. Maybe more powerful than your mother.”
“You could do it, too? You could heal?” I ask, remaining outwardly calm as my insides churn with a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
She tilts her head at me. “Your mother didn’t tell you?”
I shake my head.
“Where is she?” She glances around the room and then back to me.
“She’s not here,” I reply vaguely.
She looks down at our connected hands again. “So strong,” she whispers. “You must charge a great deal,” she says, her gaze meeting mine.
“What?” I ask, wondering if I heard her right.
“Money, my dear. You could become very wealthy with your power, you know?” she says, her lips curving into a thin smile. “I made plenty of money curing silly little colds, but I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t cure diseases of the mind. I tried, but it never quite worked.”
I take my hand back as I’m wondering if I heard her correctly. “People paid you money to heal them?”
“Of course. I had people at my door day and night. But your mother was far more powerful than I. She could rid people of terrible things, illnesses that they would pay mountains of cash to be cured of. But she was always so difficult about it. She didn’t want to take money for it. Then something happened, and she refused to continue.”
“What do you mean? What happened?”
Her watery eyes meet mine, and I see malice in them. Before she even answers, I feel nausea crawling inside me. “She took leukemia from a boy and gave it to his father.”
Disbelief is my first reaction.
Noting my expression, she explains. “She had her hands on both of them at the same time. She removed the disease from the son, and then the father touched her and it went into him.” She chuckles, and I can feel the bile rising in my throat. “He died quickly, about a month later. She was afraid to try to heal him, afraid of where it would go next. The family hated us, those ingrates. She saved their child’s life.”
She grabs my hand back, and she’s surprisingly strong. I can feel her trying to pull more energy from me. “It’s no wonder you’re so powerful. Your father was the strongest healer I’d ever seen. His energy could cure nearly anything. He had quite a following,” she says.
“You knew my father?” I’m practically gaping at her as she caresses my fingers.
“We could work together,” she muses, ignoring my question, grabbing my other hand before I can pull it away. “Now that you’ve cured me, we could work together and make a fortune. Your mother lost her taste for it. Then she met your father, and she ran away with him. Once she was gone, people stopped coming.
“No. She met my father in San Diego long after she left here.”
My grandmother shakes her head. “He was from Los Angeles. She left Alec and followed him out there. Then they had you.”
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m not,” she says in a firm voice. “Alec can tell you. I’m sure he remembers it all. She made a fool out of him.”
Could she be telling the truth? I wonder as I stare at her frail form. Alec never mentioned this when I asked him why my mother left. Why would he hold that back? What difference could it make now? I start to feel tired. My head grows heavy on my shoulders. Somehow, she’s drawing energy from me against my will now. I’m fascinated even as I’m trying to pull my hands away.
“We might have to go somewhere else,” she continues. “This town might not be so welcoming anymore.”
“Does everyone know about us? About what we can do?” I ask. “Does Kyle know?”
Of course the whole town knows.She laughs at me. “I advertised in the local newspaper. Where is your mother? Why has she kept you in the dark this way?”
“She’s dead,” I answer, not even considering withholding the truth from her any longer.
She winces, and I yank harder, trying to get her to release me. “She was murdered,” I tell her bluntly. “Did you send someone after her?” I ask, thinking of Rob Jarvis, leaning in closer to her, my voice a low, angry whisper.
Fear begins to seep into her eyes. “No,” she replies, shaking her head. “No,” she repeats. The truth is, if she’s been this way for more than a year, she couldn’t have spoken to the janitor here and sent him after us.
“You have to be careful,” she whispers. “With power like yours, everyone will want a piece. Take me out of here, and I can protect you.”
She finally releases one of my hands and unsuccessfully tries to push herself up from the chair. “Please, help me up. We need to leave. I have so many things I can teach you.”
“Tell me how you came to be this way?” I ask. “What’s wrong with you?”
She blinks in confusion. Then her eyes widen. “I tried to cure conditions that were too severe. But the money was too good to refuse. I didn’t know it could hurt me. It almost killed me.” She smiles. “But now you’re here. You’re here, and we’re going to be unstoppable. Help me.She grimaces as she tries to stand again.
I won’t work with you. I won’t take people’s money.”
She shakes her head. “You sound just like your mother. You’ll do as I say, or I’ll tell everyone about you and the sick people will begin beating a path to your door. Either way, you can’t hide your talents. Why would you want to?”
I strengthen my grip on her. I can’t let her leave here. I can’t let her tell everyone. Panic builds inside me as she takes a deep breath, like she’s getting ready to scream. I focus on the vibration that still travels between us. I concentrate on the feeling, on locating it and harnessing it. Then I use all my strength to force it back in her direction. The disease traveling between us, starting to lose its hold on her as it leaves her body, courses through mine now, and I force it to flow back out again, down my arms and into my fingers, striking out at her like a snake and slithering back inside her. Her fingers fall slack as she releases me. I know the moment I tumble back and hit the window that she’s gone. This selfish, venomous woman is lost inside herself again.

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