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Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Blog Tour - Finding Molly: An Adventure in Catsitting: A Graphic Novel for Artists and Cat Lovers by Justine Prado & Jenn St-Onge | Author Interview & Giveaway!

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Hello everyone and welcome to the blog tour for 
Finding Molly: An Adventure in Catsitting!
Love graphic novels? Never read one before? 
Author Justine Prado & Illustrator Jenn St-Onge have written/illustrated a fun and "self-finding" book giving it life in color and images that really make the story come to life on the pages. Enjoy this post and be sure to enter the giveaway below! :)




Finding Molly: An Adventure in Catsitting: A Graphic Novel for Artists and Cat Lovers
by Justine Prado (Author) & Jenn St-Onge (Illustrator)
Publisher: Emet Comics (January 15, 2017)
Genre: Graphic Novel > Middle Grade/YA (Grade Level:8-12)
Number of Pages: 128

Fresh out of art school and creatively unfulfilled, Molly is stuck in the suburbs with her parents and their cat, Pishi. When she is offered an opportunity to cat sit, she sees it as a way to get closer to her friends who live in the Los Angeles Arts District while fulfilling her dream of making a living as an artist. 

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Blog Tour: The Fortune Teller's Secret by Ron D. Voigts | Character Interview + Giveaway!

Welcome everyone to the BLOG TOUR for 
The Fortune Teller's Secret 
A Cavendish Brown Paranormal Mystery Book 2
by Ron D. Voigts!
In this post, you can learn all about this amazing book series, meet Alex one of the main characters in the book as Ron interviews her and enter to win a giveaway for a $10 Amazon GC! Enjoy!



The Fortune Teller's Secret
A Cavendish Brown Paranormal Mystery Book 2
by Ron D. Voigts
Genre: Paranormal Mystery

A dead man on a Ferris wheel and a cold-case murder take Cavendish Brown into a world of carnival freaks, ghosts, and killers.
The annual carnival comes to Maiden Falls, a small town in the West Virginia Mountains, but everything is not merry.

The ghost of a woman appears to Cavendish Brown, a carnival worker lies dead aboard a car on the Ferris wheel, and a bullied teenager plots to kill people at the carnival with a homemade bomb. More complications arise. Cavendish again butts heads with the local sheriff, Clinton Pike. 

Marbella Wellingway, owner of the newspaper where Cavendish works, receives a visit from the Angel of Death. And a Fortune Teller at the carnival knows something that could forever change Cavendish’s life. 

With the aid of Jane, a disturbed psychic, and Alexandra, a Goth witch, he must find the killer, help the mystery woman, and risk his life to prevent more deaths.
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The Witch's Daughter 
A Cavndish Brown Paranormal Mystery Book 1
by Ron D. Voigts
Genre: Paranormal Mystery

Investigative reporter and recent widower, Cavendish Brown, is unemployed and floundering. Coerced into returning to his childhood home by the town's eccentric matriarch, Cavendish finds himself involved in murder, deceit, and a not-so-subtle attempt at matchmaking. Joined by Jane, a disturbed psychic, and Alexandra, a young Goth woman with uncanny abilities, they follow leads into the hills of West Virginia to catch the killer. A sheriff who shoots first and asks questions later makes solving the case difficult for the trio. Adding further complications is an ex-girlfriend with a mob hitman on her trail who seeks Cavendish’s help.

Immersed in a never-ending spiral of clues and secrets, he must unlock the darkness that surrounds the enigmatic Jane, stay ahead of the law, and come to terms with his own grief.
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Recent Interview with a Pretty Witch
(w/ Alex, a character in the books)
By Ron D. Voigts


Running late for a meeting with Alexandra Wellingway, I push open the door to the Rusty Nail, a small coffee shop with a steampunk décor. Since my last visit, the place has some new pieces in the design—a vintage electric fan, a ceramic statue of a poodle wearing goggles and an aviator hat, and a poster of the 1956 movie Forbidden Planet.  The java house serves an excellent caramel latte, something I’d planned to try.  

Alex: You-who! (She waves at me from a corner table)

Ron: You look stunning. I like the shirt. (She’s wearing a lavender colored shirt with black lace fringes and the words: “Me? Sarcastic? Never.”)

Alex: Thank you. The shirt is from my pastel Goth collection. (She waves to the barista who brings me a drink.)

Ron: You ordered me a caramel latte.  How did you know I wanted one?

Alex: I’m just a good guesser, I guess.  (She giggles.)

Ron: (I sip, and it’s really good.) You and Cavendish went to a carnival in The Fortune Teller’s Secret.  What was it like going there with him?

Alex: Sometimes he can be a fuddy-duddy.  Getting him to go on rides is hard, like tying knots in spaghetti with your tongue. (She smiles.) But that would be a talent.  I did finally get him on one called The Galaxy Smasher.  I think he had fun.  Getting him on the Ferris wheel didn’t work out--a problem with a dead body in one of the cars.

Ron: In the first book, The Witch’s Daughter, you and Cavendish dig up a dead body. Anything like that in Book 2?

Alex: (She taps her chin) Well, I don’t want to give too much away, but…maybe some digging goes on, and they may find something that once was alive. But I am not saying what. (She runs a finger across her lips like pulling a zipper.)

Ron: In Book 1, you and Cavendish get a little emotionally involved. Anything like that in the second book?

Alex: Well, I am not one to kiss and tell, but something may happen. Enough said.

Ron:  What about Jane? Does she use her talent to see the past again and help solve the murder?

Alex: Jane, as always, is extremely helpful and discovers a few clues on her own. And she has a new thing, but I’m not telling. I’ll give you a hint. Look up into the sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no, it’s Jane.  (The corner of mouth turns up into a half-smile, and she sips her drink.)

Ron: Anything else you want to tell us about the book?

Alex: Hmm.  I don’t want to give too much away.  (Checks her watch.) Oh, I’m late. Got to be somewhere. (She stands.)

Ron: Please, just a tickler about The Fortune Teller’s Secret.

Alex: Okay. (Sighs.) The ending will blow you away. (She runs, stops, and throws me a kiss.) Ta-ta.
Ron D. Voigts lives in Raleigh, North Carolina and sometimes somewhere else. When back in Raleigh, he enjoys time with his family, watches old movies and shoots lots of pool. He has his own private writer’s retreat in La Vale, MD where he spends lots of time working on his next novel while enjoying the mountains and eating ice cream.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Pre-Release Blitz: THE FLAME NEVER DIES by Rachel Vincent || Interview + Excerpt + Giveaway!

Hello, everyone!
I am super excited to be a part of this pre-release blitz to help spread the word that THE FLAME NEVER DIES, the second book in Rachel Vincent’s The Stars Never Rise series, is releasing on August 16th!

For those that are already caught up on this series, the wait is (almost) finally over! For those that haven’t yet met Nina Kane or discovered the dark and dangerous world she lives in, there’s still time to catch up - and a really sweet deal (details below) that will make you want to move this series to the top of your reading pile!

Scroll down to learn more about THE FLAME NEVER DIES and THE STARS NEVER RISE, the author, Rachel Vincent, and to enter the giveaway for a chance to win a signed hardback set of these two amazing books!

And for even more peeks at the fab content being shared throughout the blitz - shareable quotation graphics and excerpts - look for other blogger participants now through August 15th on social media #TheFlameNeverDies.

AND...


THE STARS NEVER RISE goes on sale!

In anticipation of the upcoming release of THE FLAME NEVER DIES, the publisher is dropping the price for the eBook version of the first book in the series - THE STARS NEVER RISE! So if you haven’t yet discovered this series, now is the perfect time!

Just head over to your favorite online e-tailer to look for THE STARS NEVER RISE with its newly lowered price or visit one of these online stores: 


Please note that at the time of this post some stores may not yet have updated their sites to the promotional pricing. If they haven’t, be sure to check back for this awesome not-to-be-missed deal!


About THE FLAME NEVER DIES

Title:THE FLAME NEVER DIES (The Stars Never Rise #2)
Author: Rachel Vincent
Release date: August 16, 2016
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Pages: 352
Formats: Hardcover, eBook

For fans of Cassandra Clare and Richelle Mead comes the unputdownable sequel to The Stars Never Rise, a book Rachel Caine, author of the bestselling Morganville Vampires series, called “haunting, unsettling, and eerily beautiful.”

ONE SPARK WILL RISE. Nina Kane was born to be an exorcist. And since uncovering the horrifying truth—that the war against demons is far from over—seventeen-year-old Nina and her pregnant younger sister, Mellie, have been on the run, incinerating the remains of the demon horde as they go.

In the badlands, Nina, Mellie, and Finn, the fugitive and rogue exorcist who saved her life, find allies in a group of freedom fighters. They also face a new threat: Pandemonia, a city full of demons. But this fresh new hell is the least of Nina’s worries. The well of souls ran dry more than a century ago, drained by the demons secretly living among humans, and without a donor soul, Mellie’s child will die within hours of its birth.
Nina isn’t about to let that happen . . . even if it means she has to make the ultimate sacrifice.
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The Interview


Interview with Rachel by her sixteen-year-old daughter (Codename: Melody), who’s thinking about actually reading her mother’s book.

Melody: So, this is a series is about demons, right?

Rachel: Sort of. Not really. A century ago, Nina’s world was invaded by residents of another reality who can only remain in our world by taking over a human body. People called them demons, because that’s the only association they had for the concept of possession.

Melody: So these “demons” aren’t actually bad?

Rachel: Oh, no, they’re totally bad. They’re entertained by the suffering of humanity. They’re just not the residents of hell most people think of when they hear “demon.” But that’s all I can say without spoiling anything from THE STARS NEVER RISE!

Melody: Okay. But if they’re not religious demons, why is the government in this world run by the Church?

Rachel: Because people assumed that only the Holy could fight the unholy. So a fictional “Church” stepped in to do just that. To fill the power vacuum, when secular government couldn’t protect the people.

Melody: So THE STARS NEVER RISE is a book about faith?

Rachel: No. It’s a book about false faith. About the frailty of untested beliefs. About how accepting everything you hear as the truth can mean living a lie. That’s true with every predatory situation, from abusive relationships to investment scams. I just chose to tell that story on a larger scale, where the entire world has accepted a lie because it was easier to believe a hero has come to save us than to stand up and fight our own battles. Take from that what you will… ;)

Melody: Wow, Mom. That was deep. (Teenage eye roll.)

Rachel: (shrugs) There’s also lots of fighting, kissing, and setting demons on fire.




About Rachel Vincent



Rachel Vincent is a former English teacher and an eager champion of the Oxford comma. She shares her home in Oklahoma with two cats, two teenagers, and her husband, who’s been her # 1 fan from the start. Rachel is older than she looks and younger than she feels, and she remains convinced that writing about the things that scare her is the cheapest form of therapy—but social media is a close second.




About THE STARS NEVER RISE

Title:THE STARS NEVER RISE (The Stars Never Rise #1)
Author: Rachel Vincent
Release date: June 9, 2015
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Pages: 368
Formats: Hardcover, paperback, eBook***

***See above for details on the promotional pricing of the eBook
Sixteen-year-old Nina Kane should be worrying about her immortal soul, but she's too busy trying to actually survive. Her town's population has been decimated by soul-consuming demons, and souls are in short supply. Watching over her younger sister, Mellie, and scraping together food and money are all that matters. The two of them are a family. They gave up on their deadbeat mom a long time ago.

When Nina discovers that Mellie is keeping a secret that threatens their very existence, she'll do anything to protect her. Because in New Temperance, sins are prosecuted as crimes by the brutal Church and its army of black-robed exorcists. And Mellie's sin has put her in serious trouble.

To keep them both alive, Nina will need to trust Finn, a fugitive with deep green eyes who has already saved her life once and who might just be an exorcist. But what kind of exorcist wears a hoodie?

Wanted by the Church and hunted by dark forces, Nina knows she can't survive on her own. She needs Finn and his group of rogue friends just as much as they need her.

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Here's an excerpt from the first chapter of the first book in the series THE STARS NEVER RISE...

The Grab-n-Go was playing the national news feed. The only other choice was the local news, which repeated on a much shorter, more annoying loop. Still, I kind of felt sorry for the night clerk, sentenced to listen to the same headlines repeated hour after hour, with few customers to break the monotony.

I couldn’t actually hear the newscaster, in her purple Church cassock with the broad, gold-embroidered cuffs, but I could tell what she was saying because in the absence of actual breaking news, newscasters all said the same things. Tithes are up. Reports of demonic possession are at an all-time low. Our citizens are safe inside their steel cages—I mean, walls. The battle still rages overseas and degenerates still roam the badlands, but the Church is vigilant, both at home and abroad, for your safety.


It had been more than a century since the Unified Church and its army of exorcists wiped the bulk of the great demon horde from the face of the earth—the face of America, anyway—yet the headlines never changed.


I stuck to the shadows, walking along the windowless side of the convenience store. Old posters tacked to the brick wall read “Put your talents to work for your country—consider serving the Church!” and “Report suspicions of possession—the Church needs your eyes and ears!” and “Tithe generously! Every dime makes a difference!”


That last one was especially funny. As if tithing were optional. My mom owed several thousand in overdue tithes, from back when she was still working, and if the Church came looking for it, we were screwed.


Behind the store, I rolled the top of the bag tighter to protect the clothes inside, then tossed my bundle over the six-foot chain-link fence stretched across the width of the alley, shielding the Grab-n-Go’s industrial trash bin from casual dumping by the adjoining neighborhood. My neighborhood.


The bag landed with the crunch of gravel and the crinkle of thick paper. I had the toe of one sneaker wedged into the chain-link, my fingers already curled around cold metal, when I heard a rustle from the deep shadows at the other end of the alley. I froze, listening. Something scraped concrete in the darkness.


I let go of the fence and took a step back, my heart thudding in my ears.


Dog. But it’d have to be a big one.


Bum. But there weren’t many of those anymore—the Church had been taking them off the street and conscripting them into service for more than a decade.


Psycho. There were still plenty of those, and my mom seemed to know them all. But half past five in the morning was early, even for most psychos.


Something shuffled closer on the other side of the fence, and I saw movement in the shadows. My fists clenched and unclenched. My pulse whooshed in my ears, and I regretted throwing Sarah’s clothes over the fence. I regretted not taking the even longer way home, through the park. I regretted having a mother who couldn’t shake off chemical oblivion in order to feed and clothe her children.


The thing shuffled forward again, and two pinpoints of light appeared in the darkness, bright and steady. Then they disappeared. Then reappeared.


Something was blinking. Watching me.


Shit! I glanced at the paper bag through the fence, clearly visible in the moonlight, just feet from deep shadows cast by the building. Deep shadows hiding . . . a dog.


It’s just a dog. . . . It had to be. People’s eyes don’t shine in the dark.


You know whose eyes do shine in the dark, Nina? Degenerates’.


My pulse spiked. There hadn’t been a confirmed possession in New Temperance in years, and the last time a degenerate made it over the city wall, I was in the first grade.


It’s a dog.


No stray dog was going to scare me away from a bag of uniforms that cost more than I could make in six months of washing and pressing them. That wouldn’t just be the end of my work for the Turners, it would be the end of Marta’s work for the Turners and the beginning of my conviction for the sin of stealing. Or falsehood. Or whatever they decided to call borrowing and laundering someone else’s clothes under false pretenses.


I stepped up to the chain-link, mentally berating myself for being such a coward. I was halfway up the fence when the shuffling started again, an uneven gait, as if the dog—or the shiny-eyed psycho?—was injured and dragging one foot. I could hear it breathing now, a rasping, whistling sound, not unlike my own ragged intake of air. I was breathing too fast.


My hands clenched the fence, and metal dug into my fingers. I froze, caught between fear and determination. Injured dogs don’t approach strangers unless they’re sick or hungry. It couldn’t get through the fence. But I needed those clothes!


One more shuffle-scrape on concrete and a shape appeared out of the shadows. My throat closed around a cry of terror.


Part human, part monster, the creature squatted, a tangle of knees and elbows, stringy muscles shifting beneath grayish skin. The limbs were too long and too thin, the angles too sharp. The eyes were too small, but they shone with colorless light that seemed to see deep inside me, as if it were looking for something I wasn’t even sure I had.


Degenerate.




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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Book Spotlight: Seducing the Darkness by Shiela Stewart || Author Interview + Giveaway!


Hello, everyone! 
Today I have for you all a book spotlight, author interview with Shiela Stewart and a giveaway! If you love adult paranormal romance novels and vampires then you enjoy Seducing the Darkness! 
Enjoy! 


Seducing The Darkness by Shiela Stewart
Series: Darkness #1
Number of Pages: 154 (ebook)
Publisher: Champagne Books; Second Edition edition 
Publication Date: November 2, 2015
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance

An outcast by her kind, Trinity Ford has learned to live on her own..not an easy thing to do when you’re a vampire.


Trinity was once a fragile girl. Being taken by a powerful vampire prince changed her, Discivering gin in the arms of another  woman changed destiny. Alone, she’s earned fast how to be tough, how to survive, and how to protect the people of her city from the evil that lurks in the dark. She was managing just fine, until Basil walked back into her life.

Basil Hawthorn has been the reigning prince of vampires since banishing his father to the Realm of Dark Mystics decades earlier, When a perfect dream makes him realize Trinity is at risk, he decides the only way to save her is to push her away. Doing so is not easy. Trinity is the only woman he has ever loved, ever will long and he can’t seem to let her go.

When rumors arise of a place to raise the king ad blot out the sun, both Trinity and Basil know they must do everything to stop it. Even if it means working together. Despite the betrayal and the threat, they find themselves drawn to each other. Love has no boundaries, especially in the face of danger. But will they be able to stop the ritual before it's too late?
Or will the darkness capture them both.
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PG 13:

She watched a group of young girls—and if they were of legal age, she would eat her shoes—stumble from the bar. They separated and two went off towards the street while the last wandered drunkenly down the dark alley.

Oh yeah, like this was going to end well.

“Five, four, three, two, one. Bam!” She shot her hand out just as a vampire jumped from out of the shadows and right beside the stupid young girl. Shaking her head, Trinity moved towards the screaming girl. Idiot.

“I don’t think you want to be doing that.”

The tall, gangly, greasy haired vampire jerked and spun around to face Trinity. His teeth were primed for the kill, his yellow eyes glaring at Trinity as if she were his next meal. The poor girl in his arms was wailing something awful.

“Yeah, says who?”

Trinity lifted a brow, cocked her body to one side and rested her hand on her hip. “Jesus, could you have said anything more lame?

Let the girl go and no one has to get hurt.”

“How ‘bout I keep her and you wait against the wall until I’m done?” He jerked the girl towards him, yanking her head back to expose her neck. He was just about to bite down when Trinity placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and his face froze.

“How ‘bout I don’t.” Trinity bared her fanged teeth to show him she was not going to back off. “Beat it kid.” She clamped her hand on the vampire's shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh as she jerked her head at the girl. As she’d suspected, the guy was a wimp.
He released the girl who immediately ran off screaming.

“Now, you wanna take off, or am I going to have to mess up that pretty face of yours?” she asked sarcastically as she glared down at him.
“You couldn’t handle me, bitch.” He slapped her hand free, then curling his fingers in a fist, threw a punch at her face.

She was ready and ducked out of the way. Slicing her hand up, she chopped him in the neck, sending him crumbling on the ground. “You don’t want to mess with me, jerk,” she advised as she planted a booted foot on his jugular. The razor blades she had attached to the toe drew a small amount of dull gray, deoxygenated blood as she pressed it just below his chin.

“Go ahead and dust him, he’s useless.”

Trinity glared over her shoulder at the man she had once been destined for and felt her heart ache. She couldn’t stop herself from admiring the beauty of the man before her. His long dark hair floated in the light breeze sweeping away from a face sculpted of fine bone and delicate skin. He looked so dark and dangerous in that long, black leather coat he always wore. One look into his translucent blue eyes turned her heart to mush.
Then she reminded herself how much she detested him.

To show she wasn’t a push over, Trinity pressed her foot harder, the razor blades cutting into the vampire’s neck. His arms flailed out, trying to yank her foot away from his neck. His legs kicked wildly, but
Trinity had a good ten pounds on the scrawny vamp. Tilting her toe downward, she sliced deep into his neck, finally cutting his head off.

In a whoosh he disintegrated into a pile of dust, his last breaths used to scream his way to death.
She took a deep breath, shook the remnants of a useless life from her boot then turned. “Basil.”
“Trinity.” They stalked each other like the predators they were, neither taking their eyes off the other. “You’re looking good.”

Her breath always caught in her throat when she looked into those icy blue eyes of his. Unlike the rest of her race that had yellow eyes,he had the color of his heritage. He was royal. “So are you, but you already know that. Was he one of yours?”

“Would I have cared if you dusted him if he was one of mine?” His hand slid to his pocket and he pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “How have you been?”
 “Better now that I left you.” And wasn’t it odd how acrid a lie could taste?
“I noticed you’ve had your belongings gathered from our home.”
“Your home,” she corrected, keeping her distance from him. She knew perfectly well being close to him would have dire repercussions.
“Have you settled into your apartment, then?”
He was being so nice, so civil. She didn’t like it. “Why are you here, Basil?”
“I might ask the same of you, Trinity.” He lit the cigarette smoothly and the flame showed a devastatingly handsome face, with curves and lines and strength.
“I’m protecting the humans,” she remarked with an edge in her voice. 
“Always the warrior, my fiery princess.” He smiled sweetly as he drew long and hard on his cigarette, then smartly blew a ring of circles in the air. All without taking his eyes from hers.
“Don’t call me that.” She hated when he called her that. Okay, once upon a time hearing him call her that made her hot, but that was then.

This was now.
“It’s what you are and always will be to me.”
“Yeah, I was such a treasure, that’s why you decided to fuck another woman. Leave me alone, Basil.”
In a quick shift that surprised her, he was in front of her, his hand clamped on her chin as he tilted her face to meet his. “Despite my indiscretion, I will always love you.” He dropped his cigarette and ground it out beneath his boot.
She jerked her chin free, snarling, “You have a funny way of showing it.”
Grabbing her chin again, this time he held a little tighter. “Love has many sides to it, my sweet.” He sealed his words with a sharp kiss, his teeth scraping her bottom lip right before he vanished into the night.

Cursing, Trinity spat on the ground, wanting to eliminate his flavour from her tongue. Bastard thought he could come back and act as if nothing had happened. Fuck him! She still remembered all too clearly what it had felt like to walk in on him and the woman crawling over his naked body.

Shaking herself free of him, Trinity walked away. The last thing she needed was the memory of Basil’s kiss or the feel of his touch on her skin. What she needed was a vicious kill. If only she could find one.


1. Tell us a little about yourself, Shiela. How long have you been an author?

I’ve been married for 30 years to a wonderfully supportive man who has stuck with me through the good and the bad. We have three grown children, two daughter in laws and a wonderful little granddaughter. If it wasn’t for my hubby, I wouldn’t be here today as an author. He pushed me to get my work published and for that I am forever grateful. My first book was published in 2006. I love to write, which is obvious, but aside from that I love to create in other forms such as drawing, painting and knitting. I have a wicked sense of humor and love to scare people. My children are never safe. I’m not sure if I should be proud or annoyed that they inherited my sense of humor. LOL

2. Seducing the Darkness is your new PNR novel, what do you feel makes it special?

Actually The Darkness series has been previously published.  My characters are relatable, despite most of them being a vampire. Each one has gone through some sort of trouble or loss. I don't completely focus on the vampire aspect of blood suckers after one thing. Killing, drinking blood and recreating more vampires. The main focus is to stop a ritual to bring on the darkness which will bring the rise of the King, the most ruthless Vampire that even some vampires fear. It's about love, loss and bringing together the forces of friends and strangers. Each book takes up where the last left off.

3. How long did it take you to write your novel and when did the idea for it come about?

Believe it or not, the entire series was written over the course of six months. Originally it was going to be one book here everything is wrapped up nice and pretty. My publisher at the time suggested making it a sequel and before I knew it, there were eight books in the series. My hubby and I were taking a walk one evening and we were discussing how pretty the sunset was. It sort of just popped into my head. Wouldn't that be the perfect life for vampires if there was no sunlight. Boom! Seducing the darkness was born.

4. What was the most difficult part of writing the book? Did you ever have any writers block along the way? 

My brain was on rapid fire popping out one scenario after another to be blocked. I couldn’t write fast enough. The ideas just kept flowing. The most difficult part was finishing Tempting the Darkness, the fifth book in the series. It's about one of the character and his quest to find a cure for cancer before his wife dies from it. I was a quarter of the way into the book when my father passed away suddenly from lung cancer. Returning to the book after that was difficult, but I kept at it.

5. Are there any authors you look up to or go to for inspiration? If so, what one(s)?

I always felt like my books didn’t fit into any category. They had romance in them, but there was a paranormal, horror or suspense theme as well. They weren’t your typical mushy romance. Then, one day my niece lent me a Nora Roberts book and I finally saw that my stories were very similar to hers. At last, I felt they belonged. The horror aspect of my books came from admiring Stephen King. From early on in my youth I was fascinated by suspense and horror so when I saw one of his movies, Cujo, I was hooked and so he became my inspiration to write horror.

6. What types of books to do like to read? Name a few of your favorites? 

I like to read similar books for what I write. I still read Nora Roberts/ JD Robb as well as Stephen King. Another of my passions is true life crimes.

7. To close with, is there anything you'd like to say to my blog readers about your book or yourself? 

Several of my books have stemmed from real life incidences as well as several nightmares, such as my Demon series. The humor comes from not only myself, but that of my hubby and kids. We love playing pranks, and there is never a dull moment when we are all together. Food fights are guaranteed to erupt.


About The Author: Shiela Stewart
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Raised on a rural farm in Saskatchewan, Canada, Shiela Stewart relied on her vivid imagination to fill her days. Never did she realize that her need to tell a story would someday lead to becoming a published author. 

In the fall of two thousand and six, Shiela published her very first book and she hasn’t stopped since. 

When not writing, Shiela spends time with the love of her life and biggest supporter, William. She enjoys doting on her children and granddaughter. She has a strong affection for animals which is evident in the five cats, one dog, plenty of fish and one turtle she owns. 

Some of her other passions are home décor, crocheting and knitting.

 Shiela is giving away an ebook copy of Seducing the Darkness to one lucky winner! To enter please use the rafflecopter form below. Good luck!


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