Saturday, July 23, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #16

Welcome to this week’s Six Sentence Sunday post! (Visit the other wonderful writers here.) I continue to post from Blowing Embers, my second novel in The Embers Series, a paranormal romance/epic fantasy, released July 1st.

Today’s snip follows right where we left off last time - and keep in mind that Alex, her nephew, is six years old:


The comfy couch beckoned, and she let him lead her back to it. “Alex asked me if he could become a soldier,” she told him as she pulled her legs up.
His face showed no surprise as he lifted a fuzzy blanket from the couch’s arm and wrapped it around her.
“Did you know?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
“He did not ask me,” he replied blandly.
“But you knew . . . what . . . that he would?”



Friday, July 22, 2011

SFFS #5

Welcome back to the Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. Visit the other talented authors here.

Last week I posted six sentences from my newly released novel, Blowing Embers, an epic fantasy/ paranormal romance, and the second book in a series.

Once again, these sentences follow the prior six:



A vision of trees, mountains, fog, and sky flashed across her eyes, and her breath, and the elemental air that she held, oomphed out when her back slammed into the snow.  
An enormous naked man landed on top of her, a rare grin lighting his face. For a moment, she stared into deep brown eyes set in a god’s rugged mien, skin as dark and warm as umber, as the wind blew a tendril of black hair across his jaw.
“Damn it,” she wheezed.
Instead of answering, he kissed her mouth.
She pressed her own smile away and shoved him back.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #15

Welcome to this week’s Six Sentence Sunday post! (Visit the other wonderful writers here.) I continue to post from Blowing Embers, the second chapter in The Embers Series, a paranormal romance/epic fantasy, just released July 1st – woo hoo!

Today’s snip follows pretty closely from where we left off last time, but for those who haven't been following, here's the background:

After the day’s training, Kiera, the heroine, and co-ruler of the city, made her own way back to the manse. Along her way, she stumbled upon a fight, and got smacked upside the head while breaking it up.  Chagrined, she tried to sneak inside to clean up, but guests found her. After making excuses, she climbed the stairs and slipped into her apartment, hoping (beyond hope) to avoid Laszlo, her lover, and the leader of the city’s militia. He has found her, however, and took her bruised face as badly as she feared. (The prior sentences are here - and note that I skipped a few sentences between those and these because they would seem confusing without more background.)


“No, no - I’m fine - really. I’d like something to eat.” The wet, reasonably cool cloth had taken some of the swelling from her eye, and she’d washed the spatters of blood from her face and changed her dress. “Do you think I look all right to go down?”
He let a smile rise and linger. “No, a’kala. . .”



You know - I must write a lot about blood, because every other search at dreamstime is for "blood." LOL.

Friday, July 15, 2011

SFFS #4

Welcome back to the Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. Visit the other talented authors here.

Last week I posted the third six sentences of my (very!) newly released novel, Blowing Embers, an epic fantasy/paranormal romance.

These six sentences follow the prior six:

Twisting like a cornered wolverine, he clawed furiously, used knife blade teeth to tear the unseen barrier between them, but as her air continued to flow, the space grew larger, wider, and she knew he was losing. All at once he drew back, away from the shield’s edge, and in that split second Kiera wondered if he would accede defeat. A smile began as he threw himself like a supplicant to the ground at her feet, but instead of begging her mercy, open jaws roared his furor. Giant claws blurred, ripped bloody gashes into the black earth dividing them.
Too late Kiera understood, and before she could send a sheet of air deep into the winter’s dead soil between them, the knife’s-blade claws broke through to her side of the shield. Without pausing, he leapt up and back, lifted the shield, and Kiera, off the ground.


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

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Sunday, July 10, 2011

Character Profile: Meet Laszlo

Welcome to the Alternate Alaska! I'd like to take a minute and introduce you to Laszlo, a main character in The Embers Series:


Name: Laszlo of the Denaa; as a member of the Denaa Tribe in the Alternate Alaska, he can shapeshift into a Great Golden Bear.

Role In Novel: Captain of the Fairbanks’ Mage Governor’s Army – the army Kiera, the woman whom magic transported to the Alternate Alaska, stumbles onto right after she arrives.

Primary Goal: Hidden, but he definitely has something in mind for Kiera.

Most notable personality trait(s): Laszlo is a man of few words. He is very focused on the goals he’s set, and the tasks that needs accomplished, and doesn’t talk about much else.

Achilles heel: He’d never admit it, but he’d do anything to protect the ones he loves, including his army.

Biggest strength: Laszlo is the ultimate leader: strong, decisive, insightful, and frightening at times. He is the perfect choice to general an army.

Physical Description: Laszlo is an enormous man, perhaps a slip over six feet, and well over three hundred pounds. As all shapeshifters are, his strength and speed far exceed human limits, and even among shifters, his ferocity is legendary.

Hair Color/Style: Laszlo’s hair is black, thick, and falls to his shoulders.

Eye Color: His eyes are dark brown, though like all shapeshifting bears, they turn golden when he shifts.

Skin Color: Kiera once described his skin as a “warm shade of umber.”

Notable Facial Features: Laszlo’s face is hard, and square, and reminds Kiera of Hugh Jackman’s in some ways.

Body Type: Laszlo is bigger than big, and brawny, and strong. He is not sensitive to the cold, and even in his human form he can withstand even the coldest Alaska weather without effect.

Gestures/Habits: Laszlo watches, and ponders, though you have to know him to know what’s going through his mind. He keeps his face still, and doesn’t communicate much besides purpose, and sometimes anger, with his body. Many – perhaps most – are frightened by him.

Place of birth: Laszlo was born in one of his tribe’s small villages that lie along the southwest coast of the Alternate Alaska.

Age: 40

Closest confidante: Laszlo keeps several people close, including Mosha and Amba. In book two, we meet Kuruk, one of the otuks (military leaders just below his rank) he favors.

Significant Family Members: He is a slave, and he’d never forgive me for telling all of his secrets.

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Saturday, July 9, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #14


Welcome to this week’s Six Sentence Sunday post! (Visit the other wonderful writers here.) I continue to post from Blowing Embers, the second chapter in The Embers Series, a paranormal romance/epic fantasy, just released July 1st – woo hoo!

Today’s snip starts right after where we left off last time. (If you’d like to refresh your memory, the prior six is posted here.)


“I’m fine,” she told him, and lifted to tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Don’t go barging off to wreak vengeance, either. I broke up a fight is all, and if I hadn’t been so tired, honestly, I would have seen this coming.” She paused to grin. “I left them both chastised and cringing in the snow.” 
The muscle clamping his jaw relaxed just a little. “Chanda is here,” he told her, jumping ahead to the next order of business.
It's out! Woo hoo!

Friday, July 8, 2011

SFFS #3


Welcome back to the Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. Visit the other talented authors here.

Last week I posted the second six sentences of my (very!) newly released novel, Blowing Embers, an epic fantasy/paranormal romance.

These six sentences follow the last six:

  
What must have been fifty thousand pounds of force slammed into her shield, shoved her back three yards and to her knees.

The shield held, and fire sung in her veins. “Ahh!” she screamed joyously. Defiantly. Her feet pushed her back up as she leaned forward and fed more air into the space between them, forcing him back.


Undaunted, the bear continued his drive.