Saturday, January 21, 2017

EskieMama & Dragon Lady Reads Saturday Spotlight w/Giveaway: Shiva XIV by Lyra Shanti


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Saturday Spotlight!
Today we are spotlighting Lyra Shanti's 
Shiva XIV!

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Lyra Shanti's 
Shiva XIV



Prophecy rules, science rebels, and the fate of all depends on a boy named Ayn. Predestined to become the great messiah of his people, Ayn must save his galaxy from disease and war. But when an unknown enemy threatens everyone he loves, the destiny he thought was his spins out of control. Conflicted about his true identity, Ayn must choose his path, and before it's too late!

Book One begins with Ayn's birth and follows him as he discovers the world outside the palace he was raised. A coming of age story amidst galactic turmoil, Shiva XIV has action, romance, mysticism, and magical creatures. Join Ayn and his friends as his journey to become a heroic legend unfolds.


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Q & A with Lyra Shanti about Shiva XIV!


Tell us about Shiva XIV.
Predestined to become the great messiah of his people, Ayn must save his galaxy from disease and war. But when an unknown enemy threatens everyone he loves, the destiny he thought was his spins out of control. Conflicted about his true identity, Ayn must choose his path, and before it's too late!

Book One begins with Ayn's birth and follows him as he discovers the world outside the palace he was raised. A coming of age story amidst galactic turmoil, Shiva XIV has action, romance, mysticism, and magical creatures. Join Ayn and his friends as his journey to become a heroic legend unfolds.

What initially inspired you to write Shiva XIV?
I was staring at the blank screen, feeling itchy to write, though I wasn’t sure what would come out of me. Out of nowhere, I saw a man in a priest-like robe holding an infant up to the stars in some sort of temple. I began putting the vision into words on the screen. Next thing I knew, I had a prologue and the first few chapters of what would become an epic story spanning four, possibly five books.

Tell us a little about the characters in this book.
The main character, Ayn, was born and raised in the “Holy Temple” of the planet Deius. He was sheltered by priests and told he is the second coming of their God, The Great Adin. He is also charged with saving his universe from rampant disease and greed. This pressure weighs heavily on Ayn as he grows up, and throughout the story, he must confront his true identity.

Helping Ayn make his way through the twists and turns of his complex fate is Zin, the rebellious prince of Ohr. Zin comes from the royal line of a science-based people, but all he wants to do is play music, favoring his heart over his intellect.

There is also Meddhi-Lan, Ayn’s teacher and father figure, as well as Pei, Ayn’s student-teacher and spiritual older brother. Pei goes through a big transformation during the story as he finds himself facing unknown dangers, as well as unforeseen romance.

What was the hardest part of writing this book?There is a moment in the story when Ayn goes through a very difficult situation. Without giving anything away, let’s just say he has to learn what it truly means to be free. Unfortunately, Ayn didn’t want me to write what I needed him to go through. So for awhile, I had “writer’s block.” It was less of a block, though, and more of a character’s refusal. I’m sure I’m not the only author out there whose characters come alive inside their heads, but mine really take over at times. It may sound a little crazy, but Ayn just wouldn’t let me continue the story, and he held my writing hostage. Finally, I gave in and agreed to his terms. Once I promised to give him what he ultimately wanted, he allowed me to write once more. Ayn may seem like a docile messiah on the outside, but he’s actually quite a force of nature!
What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
For book one, I loved writing the scenes with Ayn and his teacher, High Priest Meddhi-Lan. I find their relationship heart-warming and pure, and it reminds me of the type of father/son relationship I would have liked to have growing up.

What are your future project(s)?
The 3rd book in the Shiva XIV series is coming out this winter, and I am writing a new novel called The Artist, which is a story about a multi-talented artist who seeks to balance his marriage and career while fighting his own inner demons to do it. I’ve also begun a new YA fantasy series. I’m excited!

Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers about this book/series?
Shiva XIV is a unique mix of science fiction and fantasy with a metaphysical edge. With adventure, romance, and mysticism, the epic story takes you to places you’ve never imagined. I have loved every moment of writing the characters and their journeys, and I hope readers can feel that love within each page.


Now an exciting excerpt from Shiva XVI!

Meddhi-Lan sat upon the floor of his room and opened his private scroll. He remembered the
ordeal of The Bodanya's birth with fondness, yet also with sadness and concern. He dipped his pen, which only the high priests of The Dei could manipulate, into the plasma-ink and gave one touch to the scroll, which was all that was needed. The neon white soon became a visible, clear blue with the words written:
In the year of 12.120.47, our Lord, The Bodanya Shiva, The Second Coming of Adin, was given to us on this Day of Seed, the twelfth of Api.
He then meditated, focusing his thoughts deeper into his memory, trying his best to depict The Bodanya’s birth as accurately as possible. As the pen twitched, ready to write the
words from his mind, Meddhi-Lan mentally blocked the pen's movement as his thoughts could not help but turn inward with worry.
Holiest of Gods, is this your plan? he questioned in his mind. He did not wait for an answer, and was about to scribe more of his testimony into words upon paper, when Pei, his
student priest, knocked gently on the door. “Enter,” said the high priest while still in meditation.
Pei bowed halfway in reverence to his mentor. “My Lan,” he said, “Amun-Lan and some of the other priests wish to speak with you. They have requested that you meet them in The Holy Room.”
Meddhi-Lan opened his eyes, awakening to conscious thought as the plasma-powered pen gently fell onto the smooth carpet of midnight blue. “Tell me, Pei, do you think as they do about the matter in which they are concerned?” the high priest asked as he carefully watched his student.
“I know not,” replied Pei, trying not to offend his beloved teacher.
“You should speak your mind, young Ney,” Meddhi-Lan said while getting up to redress himself in his proper blue Dei robes. He then turned to his student and spoke, dead calm and
direct.
“You are frightened too. Are you not?”
Pei did not like to be referred to as “Ney,” for he was very near to reaching full priesthood, and soon would have the respect of his teacher, as well as the rest of The Dei. Nevertheless, he
understood his place and took a moment to respond, unsure of what his answer should be.
Finally, Pei replied, “Yes, a little, my Lan.”
“It frightens you... because of the unusual nature of his being?” questioned the high priest with his left eyebrow raised.
“Yes... and no,” said Pei shaking his head and feeling naive in his thoughts, which he knew his teacher would undoubtedly sense.
“Yes and no? I assume you are in a state of unbalance – of paradox - and not of the oneness of The Un?”
It was Meddhi-Lan’s way to gently tease his student. Pei was a highly intelligent young man, and near his attainment of awareness, but he still could not look upon his teacher with equal
mind. His robes were of red with no blue along their trimming, and he did not yet shave his forehead or wear the belt of a Lan.
Though he still had many doubts, he was loved like a son by his teacher and was Meddhi-Lan’s favorite among the student priests. “I… do not mean to speak in a paradox, my Lan. I simply have not yet come into the light. I admit, though, it is difficult to understand the meaning of The Un’s ultimate design when a child has been born to us who is so... unusual.”
“Yes, Pei,” said Meddhi-Lan as he gently rested his hand on his student’s shoulder, “and we must expect that there will be some opposition to my pronouncement that he is indeed the
reincarnation of The Great Adin.”
“Because of fear?” Pei asked nervously.
“Yes,” replied Meddhi-Lan, “and also because of the length of time that has passed before his return to us. It has been hundreds of years since The Bodanya has chosen to live and walk
upon our planet - so many years, in fact, that The Council was already in disbelief when Amya gave birth to him.”
“But she was the woman to conceive amongst the white flowers in the time of The Great Adin’s rebirth,” argued Pei unnecessarily.
“Yes, she was,” replied Meddhi-Lan with a slight smile.
“And so the prophecy has been fulfilled.”
“Of course,” sighed the high priest as he placed his unfinished scroll back into an oval chest that hung on the wall. “It has all been written and prophesied, my young student.”
“Then…” said Pei as he forced himself to ask, “why was the Bodanya born with… both male and female flesh?”
Meddhi-Lan winced at the rawness of Pei’s question. He stared at the ancient blue and silver chest on the wall, adorned with the holy markings of The Dei, as if looking for an answer
within its design.
“This was not foreseen… was it, my Lan?”
The high priest slowly turned to face his student.
“No, Pei. It was not.”

Author Bio:
Lyra Shanti is a novelist, poet, playwright, and songwriter who currently lives in Florida with partner and spouse, Timothy, and their two insane cats. Further information about Lyra's stories, music and more can be found at www.lyrashanti.com and www.shivaxiv.com.
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Book Tour w/Giveaway: Not In Her Wildest Dreams by Dani Collins

From USA Today Bestselling Author
Dani Collins
Small town secrets. Big time heartache.
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NOT IN HER WILDEST DREAMS Dani Collins
Series: Secret Dreams, Book One
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: January 1, 2017
Paige Fogarty never believed Liebe Falls’ golden boy, Sterling Roy, could want a No Good Fogarty, but one magical night, they kissed—ruining her already murky reputation. Fifteen years later, she’s still shunned, now as a professional accountant auditing Roy Furnishings. It’s a daunting task even before she’s forced to work with him.
Sterling made a fool of himself over Paige once. Never again. He only returns to the factory his mother calls his ‘legacy’ to ensure Paige doesn’t pull a fast one. When their chemistry blazes hotter than ever, he wonders if he misjudged her, but secrets come to light, including an embezzler she tries to protect, proving she’s still the wrong girl. So why does holding onto her feel so right?

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Fifteen years ago, Sterling kissed Paige and her dad beat him up for it. They haven’t talked since, but Sterling now wants her to talk her father into selling out his share in the local factory to his father. They’re in her father’s kitchen and Paige has just realized he hasn’t come all this way to apologize for the past, but is trying to forgive her. Here’s how she tells him he’s the one who is in the wrong. Side note: she has an icepack over her eye for other reasons.




“You just said you blame me for the talk about you, but I had nothing to do with it,” he pointed out.
“You told your mother I had sex with you! And that you weren’t my first!” Her tone rang with, WTF?
“That’s not what I said.” He held up his hand, still feeling a pinch of guilt over the way his mother had interpreted his ‘I didn’t get her virginity’ remark: that he’d completed the act, but there’d been no virginity to be had. “And people were talking already, Paige. You started that yourself.”
“No. That’s not fair.” She held up a finger, stern and strong and with an anger that was deep enough and genuine enough to earn his full attention. “I was a kid, being teased by my brother and his friend about still being a virgin. They turned it into me wanting to lose my cherry to you and you’re the one who made it real by showing up and making me think you liked me.” She pushed the ice pack back onto her face and turned her head to hide her expression behind it.
He had liked her, in the way that was ninety-percent youthful lust. But he’d barely spoken to her before that evening.
“I guess putting it out all over town is what everyone expects from a Fogarty, though. So that made it okay to call me a whore?”
“Paige.” She was exaggerating.
“Men offered me money. Men. A forty-year-old stranger propositioned me in the grocery story. Do you have any idea how scary that is when you’re seventeen? So, yeah, thanks for coming all this way to forgive me for that. You’re a helluva guy, Sterling.”
She flipped him her middle finger then went the long way around the partition and came back into the kitchen, opening the freezer again to pull out a loaf of bread.
He drilled holes in her back, trying to ignore the unease crowding out his righteous anger.
“Maybe I should thank you,” she said, turning with a magnanimous smile that went flat very quickly. “Since Dad finally took out a loan and sent me to Seattle, once he heard I was the town bike.”
He winced. “You didn’t act like a virgin,” he reminded in a mutter and watched her eyes bug out.
“I kissed you back so I deserved to be treated like a paid sex provider? Called out as a slut and turned down for honest work?”
No, he begrudgingly acknowledged, squirming at the picture she was painting, but she had kissed him back. She’d seemed damned willing to have sex with him in his car in her father’s driveway.
He could still recall the way his heart had pounded like a pile-driver from the moment her brother had said, ‘She wants you to be the one.’ He’d been planning to just ask her on a date. Somehow a few laughing, excited comments had turned into a kiss and that had turned into so much trembling heat pressed against him, he’d nearly lost his mind.
Did she have any idea how much of a betrayal it had been when the yank on his collar had come, as Grady had dragged him from the car and wailed on him? She had set him up for that insanity. Had to have.
“You and your brother wanted to take me down a peg. That’s why you set up your Dad to find us like that.”
“I didn’t know Dad was here!” She made a contemptuous noise then needed two tries to put the bread in the toaster. “Lyle brought his car home from work to fix it and I thought Dad was at the bar or something.”
Her hand was shaking, making him realize that for all her bravado, she was deeply rattled. Which shook him, making him feel even more of a bully when he was the injured party.
“I didn’t even know you were coming over,” she reminded. “How could I have arranged for Dad to show up right then?”
Sterling didn’t know, and he didn’t want to believe her. If she was telling the truth, it meant he’d been wrong. Worse than wrong.
…made me think you liked me.
If she hadn’t been setting him up, she might have been genuinely carried away that night. Didn’t that blow a man’s mind? If their necking had been purely natural reaction, they’d been positively volatile.
His heart took a few staggered, clunking steps as he absorbed that.
All this time, he had been telling himself she had felt nothing for him, but what if she’d been attracted in the same hormonal way? He’d not only rejected her, refusing to return her call, he’d been downright cruel, not caring about her shredded reputation. He’d been so busy wallowing in resentment that it had taken years for him to notice that the debacle had brought about the best thing that ever happened to him: Harvard and a life beyond Liebe Falls, Washington.
While the seventeen-year-old virgin had been fielding offers for horizontal work.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Really?
Judging by the filthy looks she was sending him, yeah, really.
How long had it taken Grady to figure out what was going on and put a stop to it? At least six months, because Paige had still been here when Sterling had come home for Christmas. She’d been hollow-cheeked and defensive looking when they’d pretended not to see each other in the grocery store. She’d been buying no-name spaghetti while he’d been picking up cranberry sauce and a pecan pie for his mother.
Oh, Christ.
She pulled a tub of margarine from the fridge, dropped it and swore.
Fortunately, the lid stayed on. He bent and handed it to her. “Are you okay?” he asked, realizing how pale she was.
“No. I get clumsy when my blood sugar is low. I was going to eat at this cafĂ© on the way to Seattle, but—” She sighed and turned to set the margarine on the counter, then took out a plate and a butter knife.
He took in her bowed shoulders. Her delicate build. He wanted to brace her, set soothing hands on her shoulders.
“Are you diabetic? Christ, you’re not pregnant, are you?” He was not a bully. Didn’t mistreat women. Ever.
“No,” she said, mouth curling disdainfully. “Just a stress case who drinks too much coffee and forgets to eat. And my reluctance to get pregnant is the reason my divorce was finalized last Monday. It’s been quite a week. You. This delightful conversation? It is such sweet icing on top of everything else, I can barely stand it.” Bitter loathing coated her voice.
“Are you serious?” She was divorced? That news cold-cocked him so thoroughly, his mind blanked for a full three heartbeats.
“About what? That talking to you is icing? No, that’s sarcasm.” Her knife scraped over the toast as she buttered, then she pushed a corner into her mouth and bit, slapped the cold pack onto her face again and turned to regard him, the light in her eye defiant, but sad at the same time.
“I hadn’t heard about your divorce,” he said, really, really thrown. Divorced.
Not married.
Available, a sick voice whispered deep in his brain.
What was it about her?
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Also, don't miss Book 2 in the Secret Dreams series by Dani Collins.
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Only In His Sweetest Dreams Secret Dreams, Book 2
When Mercedes takes in her confused niece and nephew, jeopardizing the job she loves at a retirement community, she turns to the new handyman for advice. L.C. can fix anything and he’d love to be part of this misfit family, but he has a secret back home that Mercedes will never forgive.
Available on February 1,2017.
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Guest Post: Angela Addams




Guest Post by Angela Addams
author of Beast Rising 






Rule Breakers

My Huntresses aren’t the kind of girls who like to follow the rules. Neither am I when I can help it. Being the rule breaker isn’t always about stirring up trouble just for the hell of it. A good rule breaker knows when it’s time to toe the line for the sake of the pack and when it’s time to poke the wolves out of their comfort zones.

Here’s an excerpt from Beast Rising that I think shows the Huntresses in rule breaking mode.

They’d decided to play hunt and seek. Aubrey’s idea, as usual. The boys were out and about, roaming the forest, playing, eating bunny rabbits, whatever it was they did during the day, and the girls were bored. Well, bored with training.

“Okay, what exactly are the rules of this game?” Hannah asked as she sheathed her throwing knife into the belt at her waist. She looked skeptical, forever the killjoy.

Darcy sighed. “It’s like hide and seek, but instead we track the boys. See if we can sneak up on them without them knowing.”

“But they’ll smell us from a mile away.” Summer leaned against a tree, looking exhausted.

“Come on! Have a little faith!” Aubrey said. “We’re Huntresses! This is what we were born to do! Besides, it’s good training.”

“And I can cloak us,” Darcy added with a smirk.

“That’s not fair.” Hannah chuckled a little. “Besides I’m pretty exhausted. Summer looks done too.” Hannah nodded toward Summer.

“Aren’t you at all curious to find out what the boys are up to when they take off all day?” Aubrey circled the two deadbeats, nudging Summer with the tip of her bow as she moved around the tree. “Don’t you wonder what they look like when they’re running around, how they interact with one another? Whether they stay together at all?”

Summer perked up a bit, pushing herself off the trunk. “Yeah, actually, I do wonder about that.”

“We can track them, but only if Hannah plays too.” Darcy nodded toward the redhead. “You’re the best at it.”

That wasn’t exactly true—Aubrey was getting pretty good at following the markings of other kinds of creatures. She’d been doing it her whole life, but Hannah did seem to have a natural affinity for it. Her magical abilities to read emotions seemed to help somehow.

“I’m telling you, they’d pick up on us way before we pick up on them,” Hannah said with a sigh, her tone suggesting defeat.

“I don’t think so,” Darcy said. “I think they’ll be too caught up in their own activities to notice us coming and I also think that we have an advantage because they won’t be expecting us. Come on, Hannah. This will only be fun if you come along.”

“It might be fun, actually, Hannah,” Summer said, her eyes alight.

Hannah looked at each of them in turn. Darcy guessed, what with her being the alpha’s mate, she felt some duty to keep them in line. But really, what was the harm in a little hunt and seek?

“We won’t leave the property.” Darcy crossed her fingers behind her back. “Promise.” Hannah held her stare for a heartbeat before finally relenting. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“Great!” Darcy said.

“I’ve got to find my knives.” Summer moved with precision around the training area,plucking each of her knives from the targets and trees she’d thrown them in.

“How do you do that?” Darcy watched with growing awe. She knew vaguely where her weapons ended up when she threw them, but was certain there were a few that missed targets that she’d never be able to find.

“I etch on them.” Summer shrugged. “I like my blades. Dy gave them to me. Don’t want to lose them, so I etch a locator symbol on them. It’s pretty handy.”

“That’s fucking brilliant!” Aubrey said. “I’m going to need you to do that with mine.” 

Summer smiled. “Of course.”

“Okay, girls,” Darcy said. “Daylight’s wasting. Let’s weapon-up and go hunting.”

“Why would we need to weapon-up if we’re not leaving the property?” Hannah’s voice was full of suspicion.

Darcy had already turned away, which was good because she couldn’t stop herself from wincing. She busied herself with shoving a few more knives in her belt.

“Come on, Hannah, it’s better to be prepared. It’s not like we have protective wards keeping other beasties out.” Aubrey bent to retrieve a couple of arrows, sparing a wink for Darcy.

“That’s true. I should probably do something like that, huh?” Summer gathered a few more knives for her belt.

Darcy shared a knowing look with Aubrey. They were so breaching the boundary. They wiped their lips of any smile before turning to face Hannah.

“We need to be prepared, of course. But we’ll play it safe. We know the property boundaries. Mayhem showed us all. We won’t even go near them. Now get over here so I can dose you all with a little magic cloaking,” Darcy said.

They were a good team, despite Hannah’s hesitation. Between her and Aubrey, they managed to track both Jaylon and Raven without the pair realizing the girls were even there. They instinctively knew they couldn’t speak to one another—not with the boy’s super sensitive hearing. No one said a peep as they gazed at the wolves. Both Jay and Raven were napping in the sun on two large boulders in a clearing. There were remnants of a large deer at the edge of the tree line. Darcy tried not to think too hard on Raven consuming raw meat. She’d make extra sure he brushed his teeth before she called in that rain-check, though.

Aubrey nudged her then motioned for them to get moving. They all wanted to track the big prize. Mayhem.

Darcy nodded, took one last look at the peaceful form of her mate and then edged back through the brush she’d been hiding in. Once she was standing, she could still see Raven through the trees. He looked so peaceful. Content. She wanted to curl up with him and bask in the sun’s warmth.

Aubrey rustled a branch to get her attention, then made a face for her to snap out of her daze.

Darcy nodded. Yeah, yeah. Time to go.

She checked her weapons then started after the girls.

A scream came at them like a freight train. Long, terrifying. They all stopped. Eyes wide.

“What the fuck was that?” Summer whispered.

“Where did it come from?” Darcy’s body was shaking. The sound of the scream... And then it happened again, this time cut short with a gurgle.

“That way!” Aubrey was moving before Darcy even registered what was going on.

“Wait, Aubrey!” Darcy turned, looked through the bushes for Raven only to see that the boulder was empty, no wolves lying there. “Fuck!”

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Angela Addams
Beast Rising (The Order of the Wolf Book 7)
January 17, 2017



Blurb

The Huntresses are stepping up their game. So are the forces arrayed against them.

Embracing the Huntresses could mean death to the wolves who love them.

The Order of the Wolf, Book 7

Mayhem is furious. While he and the boys have been rocking it out on stage at a series of concerts in Scotland, Darcy and Aubrey have been sneaking out for, as they so defiantly put it, "training."

Raven is cut to the bone when he discovers what Darcy's been doing behind his back. But simply forbidding the women from hunting isn't the answer. Though it makes him uneasy, he talks Mayhem into joining forces to train alongside their women.

Training is in full swing when they encounter a pair of ancient Huntresses battling each other with powers Darcy and the girls can only dream about. Taking sides turns out to be a mistake when Darcy and Raven are kidnapped, and an evil plan is put into play to use the girls' powers to unleash Lazarus, the king of the beasts.

The only way to defeat him is for the Order, Huntresses, and Wolves to put their mutual mistrust aside and unite. Or the world could be flooded with an unending river of feral beasts. 

Warning: Contains sex in public places, a virtual reality threesome, and some red hot lovin'. Female warriors with an attitude who won't be shackled or coddled, and rock star werewolf mates who are hard pressed to keep up

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About the Author
Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her loving husband and children.

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