Feisty Females In Romance Part 2: Vanessa from One True Thing by Amber Lea Easton

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Happy Sexy Saturday!

June is here and all month long I’ll be shining the spotlight on feisty heroines in romance. Today’s Feisty Female is Vanessa Warren from One True Thing by Amber Lea Easton. Vanessa is definitely part of the Feisty Female Club.
**My review of the book is at the bottom of the post. 🙂 **

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Title: One True Thing
Author: Amber Lea Easton
Genre: Romance Thriller/Contemporary Romance/Suspense
Release date: March 22, 2016
Publisher: Mountain Moxie Publishing
Heat Level: 4 out of 5

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synopsis

Power…it’s a heady drug.

Vanessa Warren is America’s favorite rebel. Daughter and granddaughter of US Presidents and sister to a future one, her family connections and notoriety are seen as leverage for manipulating the White House—if she’s captured.

One little lie leads to a whole lot of trouble.

Reclusive international resort developer, Dominic Varga, needs a date to ward off his matchmaking parents. When he persuades the notorious Vanessa Warren to play his girlfriend for the night, he has no idea he’s stepped into the crosshairs of kidnappers who will do anything—destroy everything—to get to her.

One true thing…

Trapped in a rapidly escalating international terror plot, Dominic and Vanessa’s lie becomes the only real thing in the midst of betrayals, conspiracies, and murder. As their world falls apart, they suddenly only have each other to rely on against ruthless people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. Who can they trust? Who is behind the plot—her own family, a political rival of her family’s, or a terrorist organization? How far will the kidnappers go—what will they be willing to sacrifice—to control the power of the White House? Is there anywhere in the world where they can find safety?

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Chin resting on folded arms against the balcony’s railing, she stared down at the streets below, erratic energy zapping from her bent body encased in violet while the breeze tossed her long tresses against bare shoulders.
She was too beautiful, too known, too wild, too…much. He knew that she was the kind of woman who could devour him, who would know his soul, who would wield her power over him with advanced skill. Yet he couldn’t leave. Maybe that’s why he had come, armed with chili-cheese fries, to dare destiny.
“My great-grandmother was a painter,” she said after he’d joined her. “Being an artist is all I’ve ever wanted to do.”
“And you did it. You had a successful showing and—”
“Someone destroyed them all.”
“Yes, they did.” He couldn’t imagine having one of his resorts go up in flames. Maybe it wasn’t the same exactly, but he poured so much of himself into each design, into every part of the decision making process, that it would feel like…a death. He didn’t know what to do or what to say to ease her pain.
She blew out a long breath before standing straight and looking at him through the shadows. “It’s at least one in the morning by now. Time for bed. Are you joining me?”
He inhaled sharply at the idea of resuming where they’d left off.
“Don’t you want to…talk or something?” he asked.
“About my feelings?” Her lips twisted. “It sucks. It hurts like hell. It pisses me off. There. I talked about my feelings. We good now?”
He’d never met anyone like her. Vanessa Warren was definitely one-of-a kind. She sauntered to him, almost like a predator about to go in for the kill, stood on her tiptoes until her breath caressed his chin, and whispered, “Make me believe in something good, something better than a lie.”
He grabbed her ass and lifted her up until they were eye-to-eye. Hair licked with fire slipped across his face when she leaned over him, all color and warmth. He wanted this, wanted her. This is why he had come, to feel this again, this agony of desire that he had suppressed for years.
Fingers twisted in the strands of hair that slipped against his face. He crushed her to him, ravaging her mouth like a dying man grasping at life. Tongues teased. Teeth nipped. And he fell past a point he had never thought to cross, not that he cared, not that it mattered. In his mind, he could see the lights of the city, blurring with speed and spinning beneath them.
God, she felt good. Intoxicating. Her lips nibbled across his neck.
“I shouldn’t want you so much, but I do. I can’t stop myself,” she whispered.
“Why do you want me?” He held her firm with his fists wrapped in her hair. “Tell me.”
“You wanted me when you didn’t know who I was. We were just two people, strangers, without a past or a future. I knew you wanted to fuck me against that mural, beneath that tarp, I saw it in your eyes, thought about it all damn day. Then tonight there you were. You walked up those stairs like a predator, seeking me out, sweeping me away.”
“You want to be swept away?”
“Desperately.”
“I’ll do my best.” He scooped her off her feet and carried her from the balcony to the bedroom. He fell onto his back against the mattress with her silk-encased body draped across him.
“Damn dress.” She propped herself above him and grimaced. “Help me out of it?”
“With pleasure,” he whispered against her neck.
His fingers moved to the discreet zipper at her side and — with his gaze never leaving hers — he slid it down. She shrugged it off her left shoulder. As if unwrapping a Christmas gift, he wasted no time in sliding the rest from her lean, toned body. Velvet hissed down her torso and slipped from her legs. Clad only in strapless bra and panties with her hair falling in wild layers past her shoulders, she kicked the tangled material off her feet and flashed him a devilish smile.
“You’re deadly.” But what a way to die.
Off came the bra. She grinned like the seductress she was and tossed it aside. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Don’t lie to me anymore.” His hands covered her breasts, claiming them. “Game’s over.”
“Wrong, Nic. It’s just getting started.” She pushed his shirt from his shoulders and kissed his neck.

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Q: What motivated this suspense plot about the pursuit of power?

A: I have a love/hate relationship with politics. Not only am I an activist on the local level, but I find the political spectacle fascinating. How low will someone go to win office? What will it take for someone to betray a confidante? Is the ideal of the ‘greater good’ still relevant in today’s cynical world and, if so, what exactly does that mean? Are there still genuine good guys in office—I believe there are—and what is their struggle to remain that way?

Q: That’s a lot of questions. Do you deal with them all in One True Thing?

A. In a subtle way, yes. One True Thing is essentially about Vanessa Warren’s struggle to have her own identity despite a very public upbringing and a larger than life lineage. When she is suddenly thrust into the role of a pawn to be used to manipulate her famous family, she is forced to embrace the power that comes with her last name whether she wants to or not. As the story develops, the concept of the greater good comes into play—and it’s one she openly mocks in the beginning of the book—and she eventually realizes exactly what that means. That’s all I can say without giving spoilers.

Q: But this is a love story?

A: Yes, it is definitely a love story about a man who had closed himself off to feeling much of anything about anyone. He’s devoted himself to building an empire. Tragedy made him skittish about opening his heart, which is how he winds up with the most notorious woman in the world as a date to a party to deter his matchmaking parents. Their little lie has more truth to it than they initially believe and, as the story unfolds, becomes the only true thing they can trust. He sees Vanessa as a woman without an intimidating lineage and she sees him for the kind person he once was before tragedy made him a cynic.

Q: You’re known for creating a vibrant cast of characters in all of your stories, but in this one—although there are obviously secondary players—the focus is keenly on the main characters, why did you construct it a bit differently?

A: In this story, Vanessa’s world is shrinking as she’s being hunted. Everything she has taken for granted—even friendships—is being stripped away. Layer by layer, she starts doubting the people around her, begins questioning the world she’s lived in her whole life, and realizes how isolated she has become. The only person she can trust is a stranger she met named Dominic because he has no history with her, no motivation to sell her out. Hence the architecture of this book starts out broad and works into a sharp peak with Vanessa and Dominic at its center.

Q: What is the one true thing?

A: Family. Love. Strip away the power, the money, the fame, the illusion, and there is only one true thing that matters—love.

Author Links

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of romantic thrillers, contemporary romance, women’s fiction, and nonfiction. She also writes five different blogs, volunteers for children’s literacy, and advocates for suicide awareness. In addition, she is a professional editor and mother of two extraordinary human beings. She currently lives in a small cabin high in the Rocky Mountains where she is completely aware of how lucky she is.

To find out more about her books, please visit http://www.amberleaeaston.com.
Follow her on Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/MtnMoxieGirl) or Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/AuthorAmberLeaEaston).

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What a great read! Vanessa is definitely a feisty female. Yet, underneath her tough exterior lives a woman who just wants to be left alone. Like all of us, she has dreams and goals. But, unlike most of us, she’s not free to pursue those dreams. Why? Because her family is involved in politics. And though she wants nothing to do with that life, she keeps being dragged back into the thick of things. And then she meets Dominic, the very sexy Dominic. These two are made for each other. He has secrets he’s trying to outrun and she has a killer she’s trying to stay two steps ahead of. If you enjoy a novel that is full of suspense with twist and turns that keep you on the edge of your seat, then this novel is for you. Throw in steamy sex scenes and you have a five star read. This book has definitely made me a fan of this author.

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Her Alien Protector #SexySaturday #PerfectMate

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In case you haven’t heard the great news…. Her Alien Protector is available on Amazon. YAY! Are you ready to meet the Beasts From Beyond? I know I am. Today I’m asking the two main characters to describe their ideal mate for us. Enjoy!



Lark: I need a mate who doesn’t expect me to jump his bones the moment we meet. I want to be friends first, lovers later. My perfect mate will be willing to allow me to take charge. I’m used to being in control. I need a mate that can handle me as I am and not try to change me. I need a mate who respects females, not someone who thinks we belong in only two places: the bedroom and the kitchen. I’m more than a nice body. I have a brain and I use it. If my mate can’t handle that, then he needs get used to using his hand for pleasure.

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Raynor: My perfect mate will fall in love with me instantly. She’ll recognize me as her mate the moment we meet. She will never do anything to put herself in harm’s way and will understand that it’s my job to protect her. She will accept not only me into her life, but also my inner beast. She will trust our judgement and look to us for guidance. My perfect mate will understand that sometimes I kill things. It happens. There’s no changing me. She will accept me as I am… I hope.


***And there you have it. I’ve got a feeling these two are going to have a rough time figuring out this thing called love. Find out how their journey ends by purchasing Her Alien Protector on Amazon.***

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Falling in love with a prisoner was against the rules.

So why was Lark allowing herself to get close to Raynor? He was domineering, cocky and much too handsome for his own good. Though her mind found him unbearable, her body was ready to endure anything he could deliver. However, inside of him lived a darkness unlike anything she’d ever witnessed. If the rumors were true, that darkness would consume any and everyone in its path. Lark was going to try her best to stay out of his way.

They called him The Destroyer.

Raynor Batiste was many things: a monster, a killer, one of the most feared creatures in the galaxy. He was a beast whose name sent shudders through his enemies. However, a prisoner he was not. He’d only allowed himself to be captured so he could get close to his mate, Lark Valdese.

That task was proving harder than he’d anticipated. Lark is afraid of what lives inside of him, and she should be. Yet, when her planet comes under attack, the evil lurking within him may be the only thing that can save her and her people. He’s willing to protect her planet, but his aid comes at a price, a price only Lark can pay.

Will Beauty give in to the Beast in order to save her world? Or will she learn that the monster inside of him is the reason her planet is being destroyed?

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#SexySaturday Meet Raynor, a beast from the beyond.

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Happy sexy Saturday. Today, I am excited to introduce you to Raynor. He’s one of the beasts from beyond. Raynor is a vampire who enjoys long walks on the beach, at night of course. He loves to talk for hours and he’s a great cook.

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Who am I kidding? He’s only one of those things. Raynor is indeed a vampire. He hates the beach, and would much rather fight than talk. He doesn’t have to cook because you can’t cook blood. He’s a warrior whose finally caught whiff of his mate. Unfortunately, he may have to kill a few beings to get next to her.

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A low growl reverberated through his chest. She halted on the stairs and glanced over her shoulder at him. She’d caught him staring. That was something she was going to have to get used to.

He would never grow tired of staring at her. It was within his rights to do so, that, and much more. A blush crept up her neck, proving she wasn’t as immune to him as she pretended to be.

“Take your eyes off my ass,” she ordered.

“Where would you have me stare?”

“Anywhere, but my ass. You know what, move, get in front of me.” She pressed her back to the wall, making room for him to move in front.

Chuckling, he did as he was asked. His little mate, so used to giving orders. He couldn’t wait to turn the tables on her, to teach her what it was like to give in, to submit.

“Hurry up,” she ordered.

“Why are you always in a rush?” he called over his shoulder.

“Because I have somewhere else to be.”

He paused. “Where?”

“With a friend.”

Raynor turned around. Her eyes widened once their gazes met. He knew the darkness he was trying to hide was slipping free, spilling into his eyes. He couldn’t help it. His mate was in a rush to be rid of him so she could step into the arms of another.

“Raynor, your eyes…”

“What friend?”

“Why do they swirl like that?”

Because I’m close to losing it. “What friend?”

“Why?”

“What. Friend?”

Lark rolled her eyes. He could sense how nervous she was. His brave mate hid it well.

“Not friend, friends.”

“More than one,” he snarled. Stars, what type of female was he mated to?

“Of course.”

He would kill them all. “How many?” He stepped forward. He needed their names. Where did they dwell? They would all die before the next solar flare.

She stepped back, shrugging. “Ten maybe.”

Ten? Ten!

“The females here seem to pop out babies the way humans of Earth do.”

Babies? “What?”

“The nursery. I want to go there before they lock down for the waning.”

“The babies are your friends? You mean, little ones?”

“Yes, and we call them babies here. The babies and their mothers are my friends. I like checking on them.” Forehead creased, she placed her hands on her hips. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Raynor grinned, finding it easier to breathe now. “No problems here.” Little ones. She liked little ones. Could his mate be any more perfect? He turned and continued his trek up the stairs, not wanting to keep his mate from her ‘friends’.

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Interview with author Kara Lockharte

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Happy Tuesday! Today I have author Kara Lockarte joining me on my blog. She’s going to chat with us about her new book, The Boy Who Came Back A Wolf. But first we’ll get to know her a little better. Let’s get started.

Siren: How old were you when you realized you wanted to be a writer?

Kara: I’ve always been a reader, and always thought writing would be too hard. Fast forward to getting fired from my first job out of college in my early 20s and I had my “what-do-I-really-want-to-do-with-my-life moment,” and I realized that was writing. And then I started writing and I realized that AGH it is SO hard. It’s like that shirt meme that’s been floating around facebook recently; it’s like riding a bicycle on fire while zombies are chasing after you.


Siren:
I agree, writing is hard work, but very rewarding. Do you find it better to write in the morning or later in the day?


Kara:
I’ve always been a night owl. There’s something about writing when it’s dark outside, and people are doing things that normally they wouldn’t do in the glare of daylight that is just very inspiring. Or maybe I just subconsciously think that “if I write it in the dark, no one will read it!” I hate the idea of anyone reading what I write while it’s being written. It’s like visiting a sausage factory. I don’t want to inflict that kind of pain on anyone.

Siren: LOL! What are some of your hobbies other than writing?

Kara: Reading, traveling, eating and cooking. I’m a big fan of the Smitten Kitchen blog. (www.smittenkitchen.com) Of course I say I love cooking, but then how many times have I actually cooked recently…My ambition outstrips the reality of my life. Thus my pantry is overflowing with random things like salted lemon peels (Moroccan), dried anchovies (Japanese), and tahini (Middle Eastern) and yet I can still look in my fridge and be like no food, guess I’ll just have to order out 🙂

Siren: I agree with that. Cooking takes up valuable writing time. What do you love most about being a writer?

Kara: Writing is grown-up daydreaming and inviting others to share in your daydream. I love being sucked into crazy imaginative worlds where dragons create wormholes that allow for interstellar space travel and werewolves and tiger-shifters fight outerspace battles (and have crazy hot sex in between). Yeah, I can be a complete weirdo daydreamer and it’s totally OK!

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Siren: Speaking of crazy hot sex, let’s talk about your new book, The Boy Who Came Back A Wolf. How did you come up with your title?

Kara: I definitely don’t have the title genie working for me, but honestly it just struck me out of the blue. The working title was so boring, you would fall asleep reading it: The Return. zzzz (See that was me, falling asleep reading it)


Siren: LOL! Tell us one interesting fact about your heroine and one fact about your hero?

Kara: Lauryn once shaved her head to get a real estate deal done. Xavier, the werewolf soldier used to be afraid of dogs when he was little (yes, irony is delicious isn’t it).

Siren: What’s next for you?

Kara: I just finished the first draft of Captain Skye and the Werewolf Prince: Space Wolf Chronicles 2. Book 2 is about Lauryn’s sister, Skye, a deep space fighter pilot and the prince she’s forced to take on her ship. I’m crossing my fingers it will be out before Thanksgiving! Here’s a working blurb, followed by a brief raw, unedited excerpt. 🙂 (Note that EVERYTHING is subject to change, including the title, but not the series name.)


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Captain Skye Daring was one of the top aviators in the known galaxies until a run-in with space pirates led to a crash landing. Though now recovered, her superiors refused to place her back into her Starbolt and instead assigned her to covert ops. Her first assignment? Pick up an allied werewolf prince and his family, and get him out of enemy territory as quickly as she can.

Prince Ral can’t fathom why this woman isn’t more respectful. Soldiers have been left behind and as soon as they get his sister and her baby to safety, he’s going back to get his people. The only thing in his way is a stubborn sexy pilot that he should have no problem convincing he’s in charge.

But when the tiger-shifters track them down, it’s clear that in order to survive, they’ll have to work together. Too bad they can’t stand each other. Or keep their hands off of each other.


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“My brave stubborn Captain,” he said, settling me on his lap. I could feel his erection against my crotch, just a few layers of fabric between us. His fingers trailed down my spine. “You’re outmatched,” he said, another hand slipping inside my shirt, then my bra. I sucked in a breath at the touch of his fingers against my nipple. “Outgunned,” he said gripping my ass. He flipped me on my back, trapping me beneath him. “And clearly overwhelmed. It’s time to surrender.”

My palms went up against his chest, intending to push. Instead I got distracted by that smooth expanse of muscle, the way his hardened nipples felt against the hollows of my palms, contrast of my hand on his white skin.

Fuck, he was right. But I couldn’t let him know that. “How do you know this isn’t a trap?”

He pulled off my shirt, undid my bra and gave me the grin of a predator triumphant. “Because no decent trap should involve caging oneself with a hungry wolf.”

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Siren:
I absolutely love that excerpt. I can’t wait to read book 2. Okay, time for a little fun. Let’s play, This or That!

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This or That.
Which do you prefer….

Coffee or tea?
Kara: What? That’s like offering ice cream or gelato? Both are awesome!

Heels or flip flops?
Kara: Flip flops!

Horror movies or romantic comedies?
Kara: Romantic comedies! I’m so easy to scare: I get scared by commercials for horror movies.

Vampire Diaries or The Originals?
Kara: Umm Game of Thrones? 🙂

Print book or ebook?
Kara: I love the feel of print, but honestly ebooks are so much more convenient.

Reading or shopping?
Kara: Reading!
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Siren:
Great! Thanks for joining me today Kara. Please come back when book 2 is available. I’m sure the readers will love to find out what your naughty characters are up to. Readers, if you want to find Kara Lockharte on social media, her author links as well as book buy links are listed below. Also listed is my review for book 1, The Boy Who Came Back A Wolf. 🙂

Author Links
Social Media Links:
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/karalockharte
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/karalockharte
Website: http://www.karalockharte.com

Book links:
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0167ZXYLS
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Boy-Who-Came-Back-Wolf-ebook/dp/B0167ZXYLS/
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/Boy-Who-Came-Back-Wolf-ebook/dp/B0167ZXYLS/

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My review of ‘The Boy Who Came Back A Wolf.’
I give it Five Stars – I loved it.

I’m a big paranormal romance fan, add in science fiction and I’m like a kid in a candy store. This was a short story, but it packed a sexy punch. The characters and the story line was well developed. I loved the chemistry between Lauryn and Xavier.

I have to say that when they saw each other again for the first time in years it was explosive. They were made for each other. I can’t wait to see what happens in book 2. This story was well written and the author did a great job of creating a vivid world that I would love to take a trip to. Great job author Kara Lockharte! You’ve got a new fan. 🙂

Author Interview with Aoife Brennan

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Happy Monday Ladies and Gents.

Today I have the wonderful Aoife Brennan joining me on my blog. Everybody clap real loud for Aoife.

Aoife Brennan is the author of, The Cougar Diaries, Part I. It is a Comic erotica and a must read, trust me. Her book was released February 18th, with books two and three to follow this year. Now it’s time to get to know Aoife Brennan and her book a little better. 🙂

Siren: Aoife, where can we find you on the web and your next blog stop if any?

Aoife: You can find me on my blog which is http://thecougardiariesireland.wordpress.com/

Siren: I must follow you on wordpress! Where can your readers find your book?

Aoife: It is available on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/The-Cougar-Diaries-Part-ebook/dp/B00BHIUK6S and also in hard copy on lulu.com http://www.lulu.com/ie/en/shop/aoife-brennan/the-cougar-diaries-part-i/paperback/product-20923825.html

Siren: Tell us a little bit about your book.

Aoife: The Cougar Diaries is a year in the life of Aoife Brennan, A newly single woman, Dubliner and mother to two teenage boys – she has to fight for her way of life, overcome the antiquated legal divorce system, and secure a fair future from her estranged ex and LIVE! This is about a woman living and loving again, making mistakes, embracing life and giving it lots of welly!

Book Two brings Aoife into more crises, more adventures and battles to be fought. Book three does the same but there is a solid ending. I am currently writing book two and book three will be started in a month or so. I know the final line.

Siren: Wow! Sounds like a great series. How old were you when you realized that writing was what you wanted to do with your life?

Aoife: I was always a writer but poverty inspired me to take the step to actually write my books.

Siren: Who has inspired you the most along your journey as a writer?

Aoife: My mother. She believes in me and knows there are some very good books inside of me. She likes my cougar series but knows the best is yet to come.

Siren: Your mother sounds wonderful. It’s wonderful to have someone on your side who believes in you even when you fail to believe in yourself. Aoife, how did you come up with the idea of your current book?

Aoife: My own life. It was too mad not to use as source material.

Siren: 🙂 How did you come up with the title?

Aoife: I experimented with various titles. I was reading Bleak House and wanted to use ‘I begin the World’ but it had been taken for a religious book. Then I was influenced by Susan Coolidge and her ‘What Katy did’ books and I wondered if I might do ‘What Aoife did’ Finally I did some focus group research and found the Cougar resonated with older women and so I thought – let’s go with The Cougar Diaries, Part I, II & III.

Siren: What advice would you give to others who are interested in/or currently working towards becoming a published author.

Aoife: Write, write and then write some more.

Siren: What books/authors have influenced your writing?

Aoife: I love reading so while I may never aspire to their heights; I love Cormac McCarthy, Iris Murdock, Carol Shields, Ann Patchett, Kevin Barry, Sebastian Barry and many more.

Siren: Do you ever experience writer’s block?

Aoife: Yes, I often reach a point where I find it hard to put one word in front of another. At times like that, I go for a walk, putting one foot in front of another.

Siren: Do you write an outline before every book you write?

Aoife: No, not always. My first Cougar book just flowed. The second I had to plot as it was getting more complicated. I am not sure what will happen with book three.

Siren: What is your favorite time of day and place to write?

Aoife: Morning. In my bed.

Siren: I love writing in he morning. But if I try to write in bed I always fall back to sleep or end up watching Supernatural and Charmed on T.V. 🙂

Aoife, Do you believe in love at first sight?

Aoife: Yes, I do, despite having been in love more than once. You’d think I’d figure out what was causing that particular state of affairs by now, wouldn’t you?

Siren: LOL, What’s your idea of a perfect date?

Aoife: I think a day on the beach, drinks in a beach bar, dinner in a marina restaurant, cocktails in a late night watering hole. If I’m on a budget, then anywhere with a nice guy, where I can look into his eyes.

Siren: Awww, sounds romantic. How did you come up with the names of the characters in your book?

Aoife: Aoife is me so that is cheating. The other names were names of people I do NOT know!

Siren: LOL. Let us make this clear readers, the other names are of people she does NOT know! Since this is a Romance and Fashion blog, I have to ask you a fashion related question… Which do you prefer, high heels or flats?

Aoife: I must prefer heels – I am over six feet tall and I love that!

Siren: Yay! I love me some heels. 🙂 Thank you Aoife, for joining me today. I have enjoyed this interview. We must do this again sometime.

Readers Aoife Brennan has included a little more information about herself and why she chose to began writing this series. I read over it and found it to be very enlightening. I would like to share it with you and hope you find her words as encouraging and uplifting as I did.

Things I have learnt from STUFF – or rather the lack thereof!
The majority of our spiritual leaders had nothing. Or if they had stuff, they gave it away. Jesus, Ghandi, the Dalai Lama were known for the little they had. They did not build massive churches, erect huge edifices or pour vast statues of themselves. They were not commercial. They did not need ‘stuff’. Stuff was the stuff that got in the way of the real stuff. We all know that. We all know that to truly be oneself, one has to shed belongings and find the true path, preferably without designer gear, cool wheels and the latest ipad.

We know that, but to lose the stuff you have is not so easy, especially when it is not done on a voluntary basis. I wouldn’t have minded if I had chosen to give away my worldly goods, shave a tonsure on my head, don a hairsuit and walk the pavements. If I had chosen? I mean, if I had chosen then I would have felt sanctimonious, cool and really, really special. I think I might have even walked on water!

Freedom definitely comes from giving away your stuff and relying on your core. But what if you didn’t choose to give it away and it is taken anyway? Is that called being robbed, mugged or just recessed (as in recession)?

So when I lost all my possessions, one by one, then the rest in a great big flood of things, I stood in the receding wake like a tsunami victim. Waving not drowning, yet I was drowning in the loss. I thought my world had come to an end. A commercial end – and me with it.

But I learnt two very important things after my own personal tsunami-letting of goods. The first is that hings are not important. I knew that before. I was never very ‘brand’ focused before, preferring shoddy to chic. Shabby-chic I called it. My ex called it cheap as chips – that is just one of the reasons he is my ex. But going from not being particularly bothered about things to not having them at all is a pretty emotional experience.

I minded less the loss than the fact that my two children were unprotected and vulnerable. Losing for me was tough, but I felt losing for them was devastating. Not that they complained but I felt such the inadequate parent. They never moaned or asked for things out of the ordinary, and indeed often spent their own birthday money on necessities such was their acceptance of our combined financial stress.

I’d like to say at this point it was cathartic, but I can’t. I did not choose to lose my worldly goods, such as they were, and I did not feel the better for their loss. Quite the opposite. Guilt was strapped onto me tight as a backpack. I fretted over shoes for the children, tickets for outings, monthly shopping bills. I agonised over meeting friends over wine, but I still did it, and agonised all the more afterwards. What?

You bad mother you, that bottle of wine would have bought face wipes, stewing meat, insert whatever six euro substitute you can find. Someone may have said once that life is too short to drink bad wine. I’d answer and say you drink to your price range and now, yes, I was cheap as chips.

Knowing that things were not important allowed me to let go of the big things in my life, my home, my life savings, my security. But knowing I had children meant I had guilt every step of the way. I thought, frequently, if I were sick or they needed an operation, what would happen. Or even if they wanted something frivolous, what would happen. Oh, how easily your expectations are cut short and curtailed like the clipped wing on a bird of prey.

But I always knew things are not important. If I won the lottery in the morning, I would not go out and buy stuff. In fact, and very ironically, my ex and I used to fight over imaginary lottery wins as I would threaten to give away at least two thirds of it – but this was fictional winnings, maybe I might have been a lot greedier with the real stuff. I think, however, if I did win the lottery now, I might pop in Primark and buy some dresses. I might book a holiday – but not very far and exotic, and preferably with family. I might buy a Micra with power steering. Oh, go on I might buy a nicer car. But not much nicer. Nice enough!

So I have learnt that even forcibly removing goods from a person is tough, but you can survive. I cannot claim to have learnt any deep stuff from this shit. I probably should be able to point to a moment and a feeling and say – Yes that is when I knew who I was or some sort of thing. I can’t. I can’t even claim to feel good about hitting the bottom, because I have hit more bottoms than Mr Grey, without any pleasure, and I see no sign of that downslide abating – yet!

But it has reinforced my knowledge that possessions are much less important than things, experiences and people. Always people. But I always knew that Universe, so why did you take everything away? I can only hope so you can give it back, tenfold! Lol
However, while I know that stuff is not important. Hey, I was brought up by two great parents and a brother, so I knew that, but I learnt something else, something quite surprising.

You’d think that losing everything would make me very weak and vulnerable. It would turn me into a churchmouse who was scared of everything. I would be looking over my shoulder at shadows, jumping at noises in the bushes and terrified of authority. It didn’t. Actually the opposite was true. Now don’t get me wrong, I have spent nights crying myself to sleep, I have spent days unable to get out of bed, I have walked in a daze and known no one before me. But I am not afraid.

I admit to being scared. I worry about the future (although I recognise that is futile in itself). I alternate between great enthusiasm when I wake, to extreme tiredness at the end of day, and yet still fail to sleep through a full night. But I am not afraid. So, I looked at my talents and writing is my passion. While gainfully employed I had no time to write. Now, I had nothing to distract me, so, I took out my metaphorical pen and I wrote a bonk buster. A real page turner with lots of steamy sex. When I say steamy, a recent reviewer said I made 50shades look positively monochrome by comparison. But the difference is that I put my heart and soul into the book. It is a book about a 40 year old woman coming to terms with life, children, dating and basically holding the can.

I thought long and hard about this writing, especially the steamy side of it, but I knew at the end of the day I am not afraid. Of course, my two children are mortified. They are teenagers and the thought of their mother writing about sex is terrible, worse than if I was found guilty of shoplifting at Aldi. I don’t blame them but I am not afraid of them either, or rather their reaction.

I have two more books in this filthy series that I am writing now. And do you know the nicest thing? This is fiction. I can write the ending and while I lead my main character through the valley of death, despair and trouble, I am giving her a fabulous ending! Oh the power of the pen!
So, when possessions depart – and bravery enters by the main door – then it is time to write!

***I love it. Thank you Aoife, for sharing this with me and for allowing me to share it with others.***
xoxo Siren

Blown by Braxton Cole

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Hi Ladies and Gents. I am so excited that Braxton Cole has included my blog on her blog tour. Braxton Cole is the author of Blown, an Erotic Romance. Blown was released 5/1/13 and if you haven’t read it yet you need to hurry up and do so. This book is smoking hot.

Braxton’s bio: Braxton Cole lives in the Pacific Northwest where she spends most of her time holed up in her office writing stories. When she’s not writing, she can be found riding her bike, hiking the fabulous local trails, chasing her kids, or wishing that her thumb was a little greener. She has a bad habit of killing what she tries to grow, but hasn’t given up hopes of one day being a successful urban farmer.

Now that we’ve had a glimpse into her life, let’s dig deeper and ask a few questions.

Siren: Where can we find you on the web and your next blog stop if any?

Braxton: http://www.braxtoncole.com

Siren: How old were you when you realized that writing was what you wanted to do with your life?

Braxton: I started writing in my mid thirties, but didn’t consider writing as a career until my early forties. I was a late bloomer.

Siren: Who has inspired you the most along your journey as a writer?

Braxton: Wow, that’s a really long list of folks. I have some fabulously supportive friends and family.

Siren: How did you come up with the idea of your current book?

Braxton: A friend and I were tossing around ideas and agreed that Route 66 would be a great theme for an anthology. I decided that anthology or not, I wanted to write a story set along Route 66.

Siren: How did you come up with the title?

Braxton: The main character, Roni, is an undercover detective. Her cover gets blown very early on when she runs into her ex-boyfriend, Mateo.

Siren: Mmm…Mateo. (Readers you are going to love Mateo.) Sorry about that. I’m back on track now. Braxton what advice would you give to others who are interested in/or currently working towards becoming a published author.

Braxton: The hardest part of writing a book, for me, is the discipline of actually doing the writing. I can think of ideas, story line and characters all day long, but the chair time in front of my computer takes prolonged focus. For me, I set a daily writing goal, usually words per day, and I don’t stop until I done.

Siren: What books/authors have influenced your writing?

Braxton: Let’s see, I love Willa Cather. Her writing inspires me to try harder.

Siren: Do you ever experience writer’s block?

Braxton: Writer’s block is just your brains way of saying that it’s busy with other things. If I legitimately can’t write for some reason or another, I just accept it. I’ve been doing this long enough now that I trust myself. I know that eventually my brain will settle down and I’ll start writing again.

Siren: Great idea! Do you write an outline before every book you write?

Braxton: I have in the past. My last few projects have been written without an outline. I have a better grasp of the process now, so an outline isn’t necessary. For my first few novels though, it was critical.

Siren: What is your favorite time of the day to write and your favorite place to write?

Braxton: I write in my office. Typically, I’m more creative late morning/early afternoon, but that’s not absolute.

Siren: Name one book that’s out, that you wished you would have written instead of the actual author that wrote it.

Braxton: State of Wonder by Ann Patchett, but if I’d written it, I wouldn’t have been able to read it, so maybe not.

Siren: That’s true. Tell us a little bit about Blown. By the way I love this book.

Braxton: Veronica “Roni” Guard is an undercover cop trying to bust a drug ring. Unfortunately, she runs into her ex-boyfriend, Mateo Vargas, at an illegal street race in the California desert. He just happens to be a pretty big criminal himself. That’s why they split originally. No matter how much chemistry they have between them, a cop and a gangster are not a good match. Roni Convinces Mateo to help her with her case, his reluctance derailed by the one thing that always worked between them–sex. Yes, he’ll help her. But on one condition. In his world, she belongs to him and him only.
Will Mateo’s possessiveness unravel Roni’s case? Or, worse, blow her cover? And if they get out of this alive, is there a future for them together?

Siren: I know the answer to that but readers you have to stop by amazon, purchase the book and find out for yourself. I must say this again, I LOVE THIS BOOK (didn’t mean to yell.)

Blown can be purchased at: Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Blown-ebook/dp/B00CHVPOHO/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1367655371&sr=1-1&keywords=blown+by+braxton+cole

**excerpt***

“What are you doing here?”

I gave him a onceover. He was an interesting guy. A total thug according to law enforcement, but an absolute gentleman when we’d been together in the past. We’d dated a few times, nothing serious, just long enough for us to get naked and sweaty together. And God, was he glorious in bed. Then I’d realized who he was and he’d realized I could arrest him and that was that. All things considered, I felt pretty damn lucky that he hadn’t dropped me into the bottom of an open construction site. That tended to happen with Vargas family enemies.

A small smile worked its way onto his face, then disappeared far too quickly. “Stop smiling at me and answer the question.”
In fairness, I hadn’t realized I was smiling. He had this amazing golden God effect on women, and knew it. I’d felt it too many times to pretend it hadn’t happened, and I’d seen way too many other women respond the same way. For some reason, despite his edict that spending time together was bad for my health, he still showed up at the same clubs that I liked to frequent.

“I’m working.”

He stepped closer and my breath caught in my throat. He stopped too far away for me to touch, but close enough that I could feel the energy emanating from his body. That was part of his charm. He was wild, with his impulses barely controlled.

“Working?” He chewed on the word like he couldn’t quite believe I’d said it. “Roni, you think this is a joke? Crimson won’t let you live if he figures this out.”

“That’s true of most undercover assignments.” I shrugged like Crimson didn’t scare the living shit out of me. He did. Between him and Luis, I was two seconds from pissing myself. I’m all badass and shit, but those guys are real life gangsters. I’d spent too much time looking at their jackets to not know what I was doing when I agreed to take this assignment.

He covered the last few feet separating us and cupped my cheek in his hand. “Then tell me what’s worth dying for?”

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Siren: You Mateo…you are worth dying for! (Once again I apologize for my outburst.) But Mateo is the kind of bad boy you can’t help but love and want to touch, bite, kiss, lick….(sighs)

Thank you Braxton Cole for stopping by. I have enjoyed this interview and I love your book. Everthing about your book was enjoyable. From the cover to the characters it was a very good read and Congrats on your new release.

Readers, Braxton Cole has a wonderful giveaway going on. (Gotta love giveaways.)

Enter The Rafflecopter Giveaway!
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Once again thank you for joining me Braxton Cole. Readers if you love hot steamy reads packed with excitement then this is the book for you, Blown by Braxton Cole.

xoxo
Siren

Book Cover Monday/Author Interview with Janiera Eldridge

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Welcome to Book Cover Monday. Today we have the very talented Janiera Eldridge here with us! (Every one clap real loud for Janiera.) I love her cover for Good Ghost Gone Bad. If like me, you love the horror genre, then this is the book for you.

Siren: Janiera when was your book released?

Janiera: Feb. 3, 2013

Siren: Yay, it’s already out, so I don’t have to wait to read it. Where can we find you on the web and what’s your next blog stop if any?

Janiera: You can find me at my author and reader blog – Books, Beauty and Bodascious Deals. http://janieraeldridge.blogspot.com

Siren: Janiera, How old where you when you realized that writing was what you wanted to do with your life?

Janiera: I was around 21 when I realized college really wasn’t for me but writing creative stories was!

Siren: Who has inspired you the most along your journey as a writer?

Janiera: My parents, they encouraged me that I can do anything and at times I feel like I actually can. lol

Siren: Ahhh, love that answer and just for the record – you can do anything you put your mind to. 🙂 How did you come up with the idea of your current book?

Janiera: I watch a lot of Investigation Discovery. It inspired me to write a story about seeking revenge against so many of the nasty murderers out there. I desired to write a scary revenge tale.

Siren: How did you come up with the title?

Janiera: I wanted it to be a campy title like some of the other ghost films. The title tells you it’s a scary book, but it also shows you some of the campiness that can be found in the book.

Siren: What advice would you give to others who are interested in/or currently working towards becoming a published author.

Janiera: Write the story you have in your heart and don’t sacrifice your story for anyone! If traditional publishers don’t publish it, don’t worry, self-publishing is an amazing new option! It’s rewarding and really helps you to grow as a person.

Siren: What books/authors have influenced your writing?

Janiera: Stephen King, Stephanie Meyers, Kathryn Stockett, pretty much anyone who wrote a book that I love has helped me to write my own amazing story.

Siren: Do you ever experience writer’s block?

Janiera: All the time! I get over it by watching a good movie or reading a good book to get the juices flowing. Sadly, it’s life that often gets in the way of my creative. Not the wonderful world of fantasy.

Siren: Do you write an outline before every book you write?

Janiera: Oh no, never! I write a story by the seat of my pants and let the story develop itself. I find my writing so much better this way and more juicy too.

Siren: Yay! I’ve had a lot of authors say that they don’t write an outline for their stories. Glad i’m not the only one. What is your favorite time of the day to write and your favorite place to write?

Janiera: I love writing in the afternoon or evening propped up in my bed. The later the better, the best ideas come when the world is quiet.

Siren: What’s your favorite food to eat while writing?

Janiera: I always have to have lemon water present if I’m not sipping on coffee while I’m writing. It’s strange but true.

Siren: Ohhh, I have to have coffee when I write, no matter what time of day or night it is. What do you do when you’re not writing?

Janiera: I’m usually reading If not that then hanging with my family. The simple things make me happy!

Siren: You sound like me. I enjoy time with my family also and I have a very big family. Janiera I have enjoyed this interview. I’ve already read your other book, Soul Sisters, which I loved; now I have to read Good Ghost Gone Bad. Thanks for stopping by Janiera. 🙂

For you readers out there here is a synopsis of Good Ghost Gone Bad. Be sure to read the excerpt below also – it really hooked me. I can’t wait to read this book and I love the cover for it!

Synopsis: Brianna Moreno was an average 22-year-old women who loved shopping, hanging out with her friends and making more career plans….until the night she was brutally and unexpectedly murdered.

Now she finds herself trapped in the ghost world while residing on earth. The problem is, her killer can see all of his ghostly victims and enjoys taunting them as much as he does killing them.Brianna soon finds out that her killer has horrible new plans concerning her family.

Brianna meets up with a few of her killer’s past victims to hatch a plan so terrifying, the entire town will never be the same again.

Brianna is a good ghost gone bad; the good girl side is gone forever!

*This book is not a YA read. It’s an 18+ only novella that features sex, strong language and strong violence.

Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Good-Ghost-Gone-Janiera-Eldridge/dp/1482345730/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_2
Barnes and Nobles: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/good-ghost-gone-bad-janiera-eldridge/1114266415?ean=2940015962499

Excerpt
That’s when I saw my face on the TV. It was my high school picture from four years ago. My face was fuller since I had lost 25 pounds this year from spending some of my spare time on a recreational soccer team but overall, I looked the same. There was no way I could fool myself into thinking it wasn’t me on the television screen. Next to the picture were the stats that once belonged to my physical self. The conservative looking reporter with his perfectly brushed come-over and bright blue eyes said I was 5’9, 145 pounds, black curly hair, dark skin, hazel eyes. My body shuttered from crying with no tears. It was a pathetic scene (which I was glad no one could see) but I cried harder knowing there was really no relief from this terrible pain. In life, tears were a way of watching emotional pain flee from the body, but now they were stuffed deep down inside of me somewhere and bottled up with a cork. I couldn’t hear what was being said on the TV and really didn’t want to. My parents must have gone to the police and said I was missing. I disappeared just in time to make the 11 O’clock news; I’m sure my killer was at home enjoying this. Exploding in anger, I punched the outside wall that faced the street. The couple sitting side by side on the couch shivered and moved apart. They felt me! “Hello!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. They didn’t budge anymore, but for a moment they did feel me. There was no hole in the wall, but they must have heard when the punch landed. For a short time, I was a part of the normal world again.

Author Bio:Janiera enjoys feeding her book addiction when she not writing. Writing is theraputic to her during her struggles with Fibromyalgia. Being unable to work a normal 9-5 is what encouraged her to write full time. She is also a book blogger at Beauty and Books where she mixes being a book nerd with keeping things chic. When not reading or writing she is freelance writing in the entertainment industry.When trying to relax she likes a huge yard sale on a Saturday morning, rainy days to read by and nacho cheese is her kryptonite. Soul Sisters is her debut novel.

Feel free to visit her book blog where she loves reviewing books and doing author interview at Books & Beauty- http://janieraeldridge.blogspot.com. She loves feedback and welcomes any questions or comments to her email: prettyhaydengurl@yahoo.com or connect with her through her author page: https://www.facebook.com/authorjanieraeldridge