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Blog Tour: ‘The Vicomte’s Prize’ by Patrica Bates

Title: The Vicomte’s Prize

Author: Patrica Bates

Publisher: Champagne Book Group (August 30, 2021)

Releases on: August 30, 2021

Genre: Historical Romance

Language: English

ASIN: B003U2RVAC

About the Book:

When his younger brother is summoned to Versailles, Vicomte Frederique de la Tour decides to intervene and takes his place. King Louis’s XV court is stunned when instead of a lad, the legendary spy, known to his underworld associates only as The Wolf arrives.

Lady in Waiting Hélène d’Ètoilles’ life has been serene: Serve Her Majesty the Queen of France with grace and obedience. Now her life and her sense of self are in turmoil when she discovers she’s been gifted to a nobleman for his family’s loyalty and years of service. No longer a lady in waiting to the Queen of France, she’s thrown into a world of subterfuge and passion, of lust and power.

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Excerpt:

A soft rapping at her door pulled Hélène from a light sleep. She rolled over and squinted at the faint light filtering through the curtains into the room. Yawning, she tossed the covers back and reached to strike a match and light a candle. 

With the flickering flame offering more light, she turned to greet the unexpected visitor. “Yes?” 

“Hélène?” The door opened a crack and Elisabeth, another of the queen’s ladies, stuck her head in the door. “May I come in?” The young woman’s round, pixie like face was filled with expectation. 

Unwilling to crush the girl’s hope, Hélène ignored the enticement of her bed and sleep and nodded. “Of course.” She pushed her hair from her face and sat up. She smoothed the covers over her lap and rushed to light another tall candle. “You are up late.” 

“Non, early. ʼTis nearly six in the morning.” Elisabeth scurried over to perch on the edge of the bed. “I have heard a rumor.” She smoothed the fabric of her peach-colored skirts over her knees and crossed her ankles. 

“Oh?” Elisabeth leaned forward as though to whisper a secret she’d not want revealed to anyone. Hélène felt a moment’s irritation at the girl’s actions, they were alone within the chamber and no one would hear them unless they cried out. 

“I have heard that the king has taken you for a mistress. Her Majesty is quite heartbroken about it. She favors you, you know.” 

Hélène choked at the words. She could feel the color bleach from her face and shook her head. “Non, ʼtis not true. I have no lover.” She nearly gagged on the lie, only to push aside the guilt. It was the truth. She had no lover even if the king himself found one suitable for her. Her bed was still empty. 

“But Lady Kitty said she saw you leaving the king’s chambers yesterday after a lengthy visit.” Elisabeth wrung her hands, a frown pulling her delicate brows together. “‘Tis no shame in being the king’s lover; it’s considered quite an honor. Why, just last week Mademoiselle Beauchièr was boasting of her father’s intent to give her to the king.” 

“I promise you, that falsehood holds no water. I was with our beloved king and his mistress, Lady de Boucher. He has a nobleman coming in two days and has decided I am to entertain the young man. He was instructing me in my duties,” she explained, hoping her friend wouldn’t notice the flush on her cheeks.

About the Author:

Canadian author Patricia Bates writes dark and edgy historical and contemporary suspense romances. Because to bleed is to survive, but it’s by loving that we truly live.

She has two Best Sellers under her belt for Champagne Book Group and Beachwalk Press.

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Blog Tour: ‘Royal Spy’ by Heather Frost

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Title: Royal Spy

Fate of Eyrinthia – Book 2

Author: Heather Frost

Genre: YA Fantasy Romance

Release Date: 20th May 2021

About the Book:

A DECOY recruited to be a spy.

A PRINCE compelled to become an assassin.

A SERJAH pressured by an unwanted crown.

A WORLD covered in shadows.

Mere months ago, Clare was just a kitchen maid. Now, she is a decoy for Princess Serene and a novice spy, caught in the royal family’s web of secrets. While journeying to Mortise to finalize the princess’s betrothal to Serjah Desfan, Clare lives for the stolen moments she has with Bennick, the bodyguard who is quickly claiming her heart. But when a notorious assassin is hired to kill her, Clare’s life and the alliance hang in the balance.

In Ryden, Grayson prepares to leave for Mortise with his brother, Liam. Their orders are to ignite a war between their enemies, and Grayson has been tasked with assassinating Princess Serene. It may cost his soul, but he is ready to comply, as long as he gets something in return: freedom for Mia, the girl he loves. But the more time he spends with his brother, the more he begins to wonder if Liam is what Grayson wishes he had the courage to be . . . a traitor.

Desfan feels trapped. By his disapproving council, his impending marriage to a stranger, and the imminent arrival of enemy princes who may not want the peace they profess. When a dangerous drug threatens his people, Desfan jumps at the chance to rely on his swords instead of politics. But his investigation uncovers more than he bargained for—a plot that may destroy Mortise from within.

Eyrinthia hovers on the edge of war. Spies. Rebels. Traitors. All must choose a side.

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About the story:
Bennick is a royal bodyguard, prepared for anything—except Clare Ellington. THE DECOY AND THE BODYGUARD follows Bennick and Clare during their first day together, but from Bennick’s POV. Of course, things go terribly wrong . . .

Excerpt:

“You’re looking better.”Grayson glanced over his shoulder and saw Liam approaching. He quickly folded Mia’s drawing and tucked it into his pocket.

His older brother did not struggle with life at sea. His legs didn’t falter and he didn’t get sick. In fact, he seemed happier with every hour that took them further from Ryden. And while Grayson’s skin burned and peeled, Liam’s tanned face almost glowed.

Liam reached the side of the ship and leaned back on the rail beside Grayson. “I’d say you might be back to your old self, but you’ve been quiet since leaving home.” He flashed a grin. “Well, when you aren’t retching.”

Grayson tightened his hold on the rail when the ship crested a wave and then dropped. His gut churned and he clenched his teeth. The only consolation was that when he gripped the rail now, his hand had healed enough that it didn’t flare with agony. The scars were already forming, slightly raised in the middle of his palm and on the back of his hand. There didn’t seem to be any permanent damage, thank the fates. Just two more scars on his body. A physical reminder of what he had already sacrificed for Mia.

“Sorry.” Liam folded his arms, still leaning easily against the rail. “You do seem to be doing better, though.”

“A little,” he admitted.

“Are you feeling well enough to resume our lessons? I still have much to teach you.”

Liam had been imparting all sorts of knowledge, helping Grayson hone skills that would be useful in Mortise—including the spy language. The covert sign language was a minimalistic way to communicate; a flick or tap of the finger, the occasional twist of a wrist. It could all be done with one hand, and the movements were small, concise, and a trick to do with gloves. But Grayson could see the appeal of having such a language, so he had dutifully practiced until the motions came more smoothly. He had a hard time catching the meaning when Liam moved quickly, though.

“I also thought we could go over some poisons that Mortisian assassins seem particularly fond of,” Liam added. “Just in case.”

Another roll of the ship had Grayson searching for the horizon. Fates, he hated the sea. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Liam chuckled. “Very well.” He glanced across the deck. “Looks like we’ll get some entertainment.”

Grayson followed Liam’s gaze to where a cluster of soldiers had gathered. The guards were drawing swords, preparing to mock fight. Sailors crept closer to watch, placing bets on the guards they thought would win.

“You could kill any of them, couldn’t you?”

Grayson shot his brother a look. “Why do you ask?”

Liam shrugged a shoulder, still looking at the gathered men. “I suppose it wasn’t really a question. More of an observation.” He eyed Grayson. “You really are a legend, you know. And not just in Ryden.”

Grayson’s gut knotted. He told himself it was from the ship’s rocking, and not the memories that assailed him. All the times he had made arrests, pulled families apart, overseen executions—killed.

Or when he had willingly become the Black Hand so he could threaten his father.

When he’d cut a blade into Tyrell’s skin purely because he could.

Grayson knew Liam was waiting for some response. He cleared his throat. “You sound like Father.”

The corner of Liam’s mouth twitched. “You mean prideful and possessive with a touch of insanity?”

He wasn’t used to hearing King Henri insulted; not that he disagreed with his brother’s assessment. “You seem happier since leaving Ryden,” he commented.

“I’m not sure happiness is an emotion we’re suited for.” Liam fingered his bearded jaw. “But it’s freeing to be away. For me, anyway. It seems to disagree with you. Thus my reason for wandering over here—you look pensive. Maybe even upset.”

“I don’t like sailing.”

Liam almost smiled. “The whole ship has heard how violently you hate it—several times a day. You’re wasting away, little brother.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’ll try to fold my mothering instincts away, then.”

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About the Author:

Heather Frost writes mostly YA fiction and has a soft spot for tortured characters, breath-stealing romance, and happy endings. She is the author of the Seers trilogy and the Fate of Eyrinithia series. She has a BS in Creative Writing and a minor in Folklore, which means she got to read fairy tales and ghost stories and call it homework. When she’s not writing, Heather likes to read, travel, and hold Lord of the Rings movie marathons. She owns two typewriters, sings in the car, and dreams of living in a castle someday. She currently lives in a beautiful valley surrounded by towering mountains in Utah. To learn more about Heather and her books, visit her website: http://www.HeatherFrost.com.

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Blog Tour: ‘Radley’s Home for Horny Monsters’ by Annabella Hawthorne

Radley’s Home for Horny Monsters

Horny Monsters Book 1

by Annabelle Hawthorne

Genre: Erotic Modern Fantasy

 

 

About the Book:

Read the story that won both Best Erotic Fantasy and Best Erotic Story by a New Author in the 2018 Clitoride Awards!

“If you like sexy fantasy, and I do, this is one great read.” -Piers Anthony, author of the Xanth series

 

 

When Mike Radley inherited a mysterious old house from a long-lost relative, he wasn’t sure what to expect.

He didn’t expect a sexual encounter with the nymph in his bathtub.

He really didn’t expect to discover a house full of affectionate monsters.

And he definitely didn’t expect a pair of witches bent on stealing the home’s magic from him.

Welcome to the Radley House. Expect the unexpected.

 

 

Disclaimer: This erotic fantasy contains graphic sex scenes with mythological beings.

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Excerpt:

Mike opened his eyes. He was in the tub, the rag over his face. Pulling it off, he sat up, splashing water over the side.

“What the fuck?” He looked around the room, but saw no sign of the mysterious woman. The bath water was still warm. Had he fallen asleep?

He stood slowly, staring down into the tub with a mixture of relief and regret. It had to have been a dream, he thought, staring at his reflection in the mirror. A hot fucking dream.

Sighing, he stepped out of the bath onto the plush bathmat. A mystery woman who had ridden him senseless. He let out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. He never had sex dreams, and couldn’t remember the last wet dream he’d had. Looking back in the bath, he expected to see a giant glob of semen floating somewhere in the water.

That was strange. He swirled the water. He could have sworn he had come. A dream couldn’t fake that sensation… could it? He gave his dick a light stroke, and sure enough, it rose to the occasion.

“Just a dream,” he muttered, crawling back into the bath. It was still plenty warm, and there was no way he could get so hard again after coming twice. May as well take advantage, he figured, sitting down in the tub. He gave himself a few light strokes, pulling on the base of his balls, picturing the girl from his dreams.

The water rippled with his movements, and suddenly she was there, as if stepping through a mirror. Mouth agape, he stared as she stood up before him, the water dripping down from her full breasts. Her hair was a deep blue, far richer than the color it had been before. Thin horizontal lines that looked like tattoos were etched down her ribs, and the lips of her vagina were thick and long, dribbling a fluid of their own.

“Again?” she asked, kneeling in the water. “Let me help you.” She licked her lips, taking hold of his dick at the base.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mike cried, pulling away. She stared at him patiently as he tried to climb out of the bath. Tendrils of water circled his legs, pulling him back in so that the two of them were face to face.

“My name is Naia,” she cooed, touching his lips with her finger. “And you just saved my life.”

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Radley’s Labyrinth for Horny Monsters

Horny Monsters Book 2

About the Author:

Annabelle Hawthorne lives somewhere deep in the Rocky Mountains and spends her days working hard to write you some of the best erotic literature money can buy.

When not writing, she spends time with her family and can always be found within spitting distance of some form of coffee.

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Blog Tour and Author Interview: ‘Horseshoes and Hand Grenades’ by S. M. Stevens

 

Title: Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

Author: S. M. Stevens

Publisher: TouchPoint Press

Genre: Contemporary Adult Fiction

Tags: #HAHG #AlmostCounts

#MeToo #TimesUp

 

About the Book:

After suffering harassment and abuse at the hands of others, two women fight to reclaim their careers, romances, and lives.

“Any sexual abuse, no matter the form or degree, impacts the victim. Stevens portrays this beautifully in this exploration of a young woman’s coming to terms with her past. And the parallel story of a woman grappling with workplace sexual harassment underscores the similarities in how society treats both types of victim.” –Laura Davis, co-author of The Courage to Heal

“…engages the reader in a series of situations that are honest, strongly and carefully drawn and painfully current. [Touches] on what is most difficult in the lives of survivors of abuse while spotlighting the kindness and support of those who sustain them.” –Susan Roney-O’Brien, author of Legacy of the Last World and Bone Circle

Fragile but practical Shelby Stewart and ambitious, confident Astrid Ericcson just want to start their PR careers in 1980s Boston and maybe find a nice guy to hang out with. But long-buried memories of incest at the hands of her local hero stepfather keep interrupting Shelby’s plans, affecting her health one way after another. And when will she actually date someone her friends think is good enough for her?

Astrid thinks she wrote the book on How to Get Ahead by Flirting but is forced to re-visit her career advancement strategy when her boss Brad takes the innuendos to a whole new, scary level, threatening her job and her safety.

Suddenly, instead of taking charge of their lives, both women find themselves spinning out of control.

In this fast-paced story for the #metoo generation, the women reach new highs and lows in life, work and romance, while struggling to make sense of the abusive relationships that haunt them.

 

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From Horseshoes and Hand Grenades by S.M. Stevens

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades has two narrators. In Chapter 3, Astrid narrates for the first time. Astrid and Shelby—the other narrator–work at the same PR firm. The story is set in 1980s Boston in the U.S.

“I can’t believe it’s come to this,” I muttered as I prepared to wave the white flag and turn my back on all that is professional, dedicated, and chic. Making sure none of the bustling commuters in Boston’s Back Bay were watching, I ducked into the alley off Dartmouth Street. It had taken weeks to find the perfect out-of-the-way place.

I walked in shadows to the best set of granite steps, also identified in a previous scouting trip, and wrinkled my nose. Fresh bird poop stared up at me. I would bring a handkerchief to sit on next time. No, something disposable. A handkerchief with bird shit on it was definitely not going into my gorgeous faux snakeskin briefcase. I reached into said briefcase, pulled out a few sheets of paper, and arranged them on the step.

I eased myself down onto the paper and extracted my black Ferragamo shoes—with three-inch heels and the most perfect little gold buckles— from my bag. Setting them down, I leaned over and eased off my outdoor running shoe. The Band-Aid on my heel was bloody but still in place. Gingerly, I slid on the Ferragamo and turned my foot this way and that in appreciation.

After repeating the operation on the other foot, I stood up, uneven on the cobblestones. Peeking out of the alley’s end, I didn’t see any co-workers or clients, so I pushed on into the early morning sunshine. God, Francois would die if he knew I had worn “American shoes” with my houndstooth power suit. I bet no self-respecting Parisienne would be so weak as to wear sneakers, even if she never got a seat on the lurching subway.

Walking back past the Copley MBTA station, I turned down Boylston to walk the block to Campbell Lewis, strategizing my day. I’d been there two weeks but hadn’t even interacted with the partners yet. Maybe they’re not taking me seriously. Maybe it was the blonde thing. I should get some fake glasses to seem older and more serious.

Approaching my cubicle a few minutes later, I heard the new intern rummaging around in our cramped, shared cube, so I stopped in the kitchen to grab a coffee. No need rubbing elbows more than necessary.

“The staff meeting is starting,” Anne said, poking her head into the kitchen. “Let’s go, everyone.”

I took the three steps to my cube and stood in the doorway, juggling my coffee, briefcase, the embarrassing shoe bag, and my coat, which I’d tossed over my arm. What was taking Shelby so long? Didn’t she hear the staff-meeting announcement?

“Oh, hi,” Shelby said in an annoyingly submissive voice. “Time to go to the staff meeting, I guess.” She stood there as if waiting for me to move out of her way.

“Mm-hmm.” I squinted at her and looked pointedly at the side of the cube.

She blinked and stood there. God was she dense.

“Move!”

She jumped. “Oh, right, sorry. I’ll get out of your way.” She slid herself up against the cubicle wall. I almost laughed as she tucked in her chin and sucked in her stomach to let me pass. Brushing past her, I dropped everything but the coffee in my chair while she scurried out.

By the time I got to the conference room—thanks, Shelby—all the seats were taken, and even standing room was scarce. The partners, Terry Campbell and Jim Lewis, chatted in the corner of the room, exactly where the flip chart stood at last week’s pitch to a new client in a three-hour meeting I had eyed covetously every time I walked by on my way to the ladies’ room.

My boss, Brad, stood in between the agency’s highest-ranking female, Maggie Hirsch, and one of Brad’s other AEs, whose name I couldn’t remember. I scurried over and wedged myself in between Brad and the other woman. My houndstooth suit complemented his charcoal gray suit perfectly.

“Sorry, it’s a little tight today,” I whispered to Brad.

“I like it tight. We must be up to almost forty people now,” Brad said, scanning me from my recently touched up highlights to my heels, which he did every time he saw me, including at my job interview. I gave him my professional-with-a-tinge-of-sexy smile.

“Let’s get started,” Terry boomed, surprisingly loud for a man of relatively short stature. Maybe in his fifties, Terry seemed like the sort of guy you’d want for your uncle. His sly smile and the twinkle in his eye hinted he knew a few dirty jokes and wasn’t afraid to share them.

“First, we have a promotion to announce. This person has been a huge asset to Campbell Lewis since joining us two years ago as an account supervisor. He’s helped us double our events division and brought in clients like the New England Tennis Association and Barclay Concerts. You all know I’m talking about Brad. Let’s congratulate him on a well- deserved promotion to vice president.”

I looked up at Brad, who was about six feet tall, with sandy brown hair, and blue eyes reminiscent of a mountain pool. Looking right at me, he winked. The blood rushed to my head. He took a step forward and gave a few bows while thanking everyone like an entertainer from a stage.

“Next, I think you’ve all met her by now, but since the last staff meeting was cancelled, I want to officially introduce Astrid Ericsson, who is an account executive in our group,” Terry continued. “She joins us after making a name for herself at one of our main competitors. Good job, Brad, for stealing her away.”

I took a step forward and made a little curtsy, immediately regretting it as I saw a few women roll their eyes. Damn, I should have bowed. I gave the tiniest shrug, smiled confidently to undo the damage, and stepped back.

Jim whispered to Terry.

“And,” Terry said, “we have a new intern—” He looked at Jim who looked at Maggie.

“Shelby Stewart,” Maggie said.

“I give you Shelby Stewart, everyone,” Terry thundered, making the intern’s scared eyes pop out of her reddening face. God, where did she get that outfit and how many earrings was she wearing?

“Speech!” shouted Michael from across the room. The intern narrowed her eyes at him.

“Sure, let’s have the new people say a few words,” Jim encouraged.

Shelby looked like a perfect example of How Not to Impress Your Co- Workers. Slumping a bit, she inhaled deeply. “I’m really looking forward to learning a lot here. From all of you,” she said in a small voice.

Time to show her how it’s done, I thought when all eyes turned to me.

“I haven’t been here long, but already I can tell what a first-class operation Campbell Lewis is.” Terry and Jim nodded appreciatively in my direction. “I’m not speaking ill of the last agency I was at, but everything here is much more professional, from the people and the ethics to the office space. Although some of the cubes leave a bit to be desired.” I paused to glance at Shelby while a few people laughed.

“I’ve heard such amazing things about Terry and Jim being leaders in this industry. I can’t wait to learn from them—and from everyone here. So I thank the partners and Brad for this opportunity, and I look forward to becoming a valued member of the team.” Terry beamed, and Brad leaned into me slightly.

Nailed it.

Anne rolled in a cart of pastries and juices while people broke up into small groups. Brad put his hand on my arm and gestured with his chin across the room at Terry, who was working his way over to me.

“Young lady, that was quite the speech. I never realized how spectacular I was,” Terry joked.

“Really?” I asked, not skipping a beat. “Well then it’s a good thing I’m here to tell you.” I smiled my best smile—the one my mother said was my secret weapon.

“Oh-ho, she can bullshit with the best of them, Brad. You picked a winner. And you,” he said, facing me, “have a great future in this business.”

 

Author Interview:

1: Tell us a little about yourself and what got you in to writing?

I wrote my first novel while recovering from a broken pelvis, earned during a throw from my horse! I wrote the second a year later, while in treatment for ovarian cancer (which has been cured, happy to add). By then, I had the bug.

My new book, Horseshoes and Hand Grenades, addresses #MeToo themes (workplace sexual harassment, incest) in a coming-of-age story. My reviewers have said it’s a “safe” place to explore these heavy themes, and I purposely address “less severe” abuse because there are so many victims who can relate to that. My goal is to validate their experiences.

Another goal is to answer the stupid questions people ask of sexual crime victims, which they never ask victims of other types of crime: Was it really so bad? Was it partly your fault? Why are you speaking up?

2: Do you have a favourite time and place where you write?

My favourite place is anywhere with a computer! And although not my chosen time to write, my brain seems to like waking me at 3 or 4 AM, racing with ideas. So my boyfriend often finds me wild-eyed in my bathrobe, pecking away at the keyboard in the wee hours.

3: Where do your ideas come from?

A bit from my own experiences, a tad from friends’ experiences, a pinch from things I read about in the news, and a dash from my own imagination. That’s my recipe.

4: Do you have a plan in your head of where the story is going before you start writing or do you let it carry you along as you go?

I know what the theme is and what message I want to send from the outset. But I don’t always know the best way to get there. That develops along with the characters, and sometimes gets a nudge in another direction from an editor.

5: What genre are your books and what drew you to that genre?

I refuse to be pinned down to one genre! 🙂

Contemporary adult fiction is my true love, but my first novel, Shannon’s Odyssey, was Middle Grade, for animal- and adventure-loving 8- to 11-year-olds.

Then I wrote a Young Adult series for music- and theatre-loving teens. That includes Bit Players, Has-Been Actors and Other Posers; Bit Players, Bullies and Righteous Rebels; and Bit Players, Bird Girls and Fake Break-Ups. In each story, the drama club creates their own musical, writing the script and new lyrics to popular songs, while dealing with all the usual teen angst!

6: What dream cast would you like to see playing the characters in your latest book?

For Horseshoes and Hand Grenades, my dream cast is:

Shelby – Haley Lu Richardson

Astrid – Saoirse Ronan

Nick – Timotheé Chalamet

Dave – Ansel Elgort

7: Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors?

I read as much as I can, which means in phases! I read everything from old classics to new contemporary. Favourite authors would have to be Toni Morrison, Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Heller…all icons I aspire to write like some day!

8: What book/s are you reading at present?

I have just finished two very different books, which I highly recommend. Immaculate Conception by I.J. Miller is the thrilling story of two very damaged women who never give up hope that they can build a normal life. (Similar vibe to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades!) And in Lions, Tigers and Hamsters, Mark Goldstein tells wonderful tales from his days as a veterinarian, zoo director and animal welfare advocate.

9: What is your favourite book and why?

I have a few, but one is Wuthering Heights. The characters are repellent in many ways, yet I remain fascinated by them. I even root for them, as if the plot could evolve differently each time I read it. I’ll never be able to explain my fixation with the book. I figure it’s like a visual work of art. You don’t have to know why you love it. You just do.

10: What advice would you give for someone thinking about becoming a writer?

If writing doesn’t come relatively easy to you, it might not be the best idea. There are so many aspects of writing fiction that contribute to a print-worthy novel: character arc, plotting, world development, even proof reading! It may be hard to focus on those successfully if you struggle getting words onto the page.

But all is not lost. If you really have an amazing story you want to tell but writing isn’t your forte, find a co-author!

11: What are the best Social Media Sites for people to find out about you and your work?  

I hope people will follow me on their social media platform of choice. There are many options!

Website/Blog: www.AuthorSMStevens.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorSMStevens

Twitter: @SMStevens17

Instagram: www.instagram.com/s.m.stevens

LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/s-m-stevens-303623180

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/6642891.S_M_Stevens

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/S.M.-Stevens/e/B006E548JO

 

About the Author:

S.M. Stevens began writing fiction during back-to-back health crises: a shattered pelvis and ovarian cancer. When not writing fiction, she provides marketing to solar energy companies. She lives in the New England region of the U.S. She has also lived in Italy and in the U.K. twice, where she was Group Public Affairs Director for National Grid.

 

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Blog Tour: ‘The Moonlight Pegasus’ by C.S. Johnson

Welcome to the blog tour for The Moonlight Pegasus, by C.S. Johnson. Perfect for Fantasy lovers!

The Moonlight Pegasus

Publication Date: July 2016

Genre: High Fantasy

 

Sapphira is a desert world with little plant life, where the people live in the shadows of gray sunlight, sickened by the Dark Plague. To cure the people, the Guardian of Dreams sends the Spirit of Truth to bring the light back into his darkened world. In the form of Pegasus, he enters the world through the pure, innocent dreams of Selene, the reluctant princess and heir-apparent to the throne. Now, with her brother Dorian as king, another rebellion is stirring. All eyes are turning to Selene to bring peace through an arranged marriage. However, Selene only has eyes for her true love—her protector, Etoileon. As the rebellion unleashes its fury upon the kingdom of Sapphira and the supernatural forces collide, Selene is caught in the middle of all conflicts—the battle for her world, the battle for her love, and the battle for her very soul.

 

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Etoileon smiled as he pulled out his special gift for Selene—having taken Ronal’s earlier advice, he had a tiny bouquet of deep red ekedlets, small minuscule flowers that smelled like sweet fruit. The ekedlets were tied together with a small yellow ribbon. He’d thought that the small gift would be perfect for her. It had taken him a while to get them, too. He was only allowed into the city, along with the other members of the Palace crew, only twice a month. Etoileon was lucky that he’d known the streets well enough to know where to go so he could get back in time to escort Selene down to the ballroom entrance.

The city was crowded for the opening of the reception. Etoileon had run into more than one person trying to reach his destination, Madame Flora’s Shop. Though he had meant to hurry up, Etoileon slowed down to look around, amazed to see just how the streets had changed to him in so short a time.

He’d been raised on the streets, mostly all alone.

It had been a miracle that he had survived there, let alone to manage to get a job in the Diamond City Palace, considering a job at the palace was a highly coveted position in society. Middle class children often took jobs in the palace, using their connections to be introduced into the flashy world of riches and wealth. After a number of years, they were able to use their earned capital to be educated in the way of society. Using the skills they would acquire from training and teaching of their instructors and parents, the now young adults would be able to be placed in a position where it was likely for a marriage to be arranged or sought after.

Etoileon had none of this.

He had no parents, no real family, few allies … there were plenty of untrustworthy people, enemies, and dangers around every corner. All he had were survival skills, and the good fortune to happen to be in the right place at the right time. As Etoileon leaned back on the tower wall, he thought about the night that he’d met Selene. He did not get too lost in his memories. The Palace was beginning to feel more like home to him as time went on, and his memories of the darker times of his life were beginning to fade.

It was a moment later that the door opened and Selene walked into the Tower room as well.

“Etoileon,” she greeted him, her eyes quickly losing their flicker of surprise and replacing it with an expression of warmth. “I did not think you would be up here this early.”

“You are,” he pointed out, a small smile forming on his face.

“Well,” Selene blushed, “There was something I wanted to do before later.”

“You mean before I came?” Etoileon asked. “What was it?”

“Well … ” Her face had turned even redder, and she looked away as she reached behind her and pulled out a small bag. “I wanted to give this to you later, but I have no objections to giving it to you a little early.”

Etoileon looked down at the bag she placed delicately in his hand. It had been carefully prepared for him, he could tell. The bag was all dressed up, tiny curls of ribbons surrounding the drawstrings of the sack, and made from cheerfully colored fabric.

Selene nodded. “Open it, Etoileon. It’s for you.”

Inside the bag, he found a small silver-framed photograph of Selene and him from a few years ago. It was when he had first undergone his training for the Fighter squad. Selene was sitting in front of him in the picture, while he was standing behind her. He could tell that his eyes had been focused on her; Etoileon figured that he must have missed the camera. His eyes examined the picture closely, running over Selene’s face again and again.

“I don’t remember this picture,” he said slowly.

“It’s from the time that you came storming out of the Fighter’s training room, remember? You were not too happy, I recall. My memory of the reason has faded, but I remember thinking you needed me there,” she said in a hushed voice. “I still come to watch, sometimes.”

I still need you there, he thought. But he could not say that. So instead, he looked over at her intently, and said, “Thank you.”

“So you like it?” Her smile seemed to brighten up the entire evening sky.

“Very much,” he nodded. “That must’ve been the day that Master Norio told me in front of everyone that I had been poorly trained and it would be a miracle if I amounted to anything.”

Selene’s sad smile flitted to her lips. “Poor Master Norio. That has to be the most incorrect he’s ever been.”

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C. S. Johnson is the award-winning, genre-hopping author of several novels, including young adult sci-fi and fantasy adventures such as the Starlight Chronicles, the Once Upon a Princess saga, and the Divine Space Pirates trilogy. With a gift for sarcasm and an apologetic heart, she currently lives in Atlanta with her family. Find out more at http://www.csjohnson.me

 

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