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Sunday, February 16, 2014

Official Playlist for Branded by @KatieTeller1 #blogtour


Hello, lovelies!

The lovely Katie Hampstead is joining us today to share the playlist for her new release, Branded! Please check out the tunes below, enter the giveaway, say a huge congrats to Katie, and then grab your copy of Branded and get to reading! :)

The Playlist

1. Titanium by David Guetta feat. Sia


2. Where I Stood by Missy Higgins


3. We Are Australian by The Seekers*


4. The Battle Hymn of the Republic*


5. Broken - Seether and Amy Lee


6. Beethoven's 5 Secrets by The Piano Guys


7. Hero by Chad Kroeger feat. Josey Scott


*These two songs are actually mentioned in the story itself.

Summary: Terrorists have invaded Sydney, and Allison King barely escapes her brother’s wedding reception alive. She and her siblings flee, but their parents are killed by firing squad.

Now Ali’s on the run and terrified. While searching for other survivors, she is captured by the General who leads the invasion. He’s smitten by Ali, and when she refuses to submit to his whims, he brands her for death. In a wild act of defiance, she snatches the branding rod and sears the mark onto his face. Marking not only him but also sealing her fate. Ali manages to escape and flees into the bush once more where she finds a group in hiding. Even with the scars left by the General, Ali learns to love and falls in love with the young man who found her—Damien Rogers.

But the General is hunting her. When he discovers their location, and finds her with another man—Damien—his wrath is kindled and his obsession is inflamed. Ali must put herself on the line or the General could kill her family, those who help her, and most significantly, the man she loves.

Branded is now available at Amazon!

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About the author:

Born and raised in Australia, Katie’s early years of day dreaming in the “bush”, and having her father tell her wild bedtime stories, inspired her passion for writing.

After graduating High School, she became a foreign exchange student where she met a young man who several years later she married. Now she lives in Arizona with her husband, daughter and their dog.

She has a diploma in travel and tourism which helps inspire her writing. She is currently at school studying English and Creative Writing.

Katie loves to out sing her friends and family, play sports and be a good wife and mother. She now works as a Clerk with a lien company in Arizona to help support her family and her schooling. She loves to write, and takes the few spare moments in her day to work on her novels.

You can learn more about Katie on Facebook, Twitter, or at http://kjhstories.blogspot.com.


Friday, February 14, 2014

Crescent: A Valentine's Drabble #erotica #flashfiction

            "Oh, please," she groaned, her eyes falling closed. That little action seemed to be her only remaining defense against her lover. The rest of her defenses lay in tatters around her, little more than scraps of fabric littering her bedroom floor.

He’d started slow, innocuous brushes of his fingers against her soft flesh. Her shoulders. Her arms. Her neck. His simple touches and soft whispers wrecked her.

"You’re beautiful."

"You’re so soft, so warm, cara mia."

Each touch, each word, a melody lulling her further and further into here and now. Here, with her clothing strewn across the floor. Now, with her eyes closed and her body numb and on fire in turns.

This was what she wanted, and it was torture. Exquisite, painful torture.

Her lover was light and shadow, fire and ice. An artist working with tongue and teeth, until he molded her into a piercing, all-over ache. She could take no more of his torment. Her body, soft, fragile . . . human . . . wasn’t designed to take any more.

The biggest part of her wanted it anyway.

"Please, I can’t." The plea sounded so faint, she didn’t even know if he heard it.

She needn't have feared.

He heard every little sigh that passed her lips.

"Open your eyes, cara mia," he whispered. "Open your eyes and let me see."

Her body arched toward his cold touch of its own accord even as her head moved side to side on the pillow in a slow denial. "I can’t."

He trailed his fingertips across the valley of her stomach. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the weight of his gaze devouring the way her body arched, begging for another caress.

Every inch of her craved him, golden brown silk against pale white stone.

"I can't."

"You can, cara mia/" His fingertips swept across her hipbones as he spoke, pulling another soft groan from deep within her throat. "I need to see."

"Please," she said again.

"Show me, beautiful girl."

She tried to resist again, but she'd never been particularly good at refusing him. She knew he needed that connection with her, maybe more so than she needed it herself. Her eyes were his gateway into her soul, the only one between the two of them. The soul was hers, but he’d taken up residence there too. Her goodness and his darkness met in those deep recesses like yin and yang, sustaining both of them.

She gave in.

"Cara mia." His gratitude came in a soft sigh as her lashes fluttered.

Her dark emerald gaze met his.

She let what she felt for him – what he made her feel – shine for him; pleasure and pain settling like teardrops upon her lashes. Desire for more warred with an intrinsic need to protect herself, buttress walls, and build defenses against him. She let him see that, too. She couldn't hide it from him.

He’d taken her so far already, playing her body like a finely tuned instrument. For him, it was an instrument. One he seemed to know better than he knew himself. One she thought he'd been created to play. In the dark of night, when he came to her, he whispered that his existence was hers. That her pleasure was his.

She believed him.

The way he looked at her, tenderness searing his dark eyes seemed more painful to her than even the burning, shredding, unending desire she felt to wrap herself around him and stay there.

His cold hands swept across her overheated skin like an artist with his brush, blending light and shadow. His cool breath wafted across those secret places only he knew. It fanned the flames inside higher and soothed the burn all at once.

His tongue dipped, traveling the same path he’d explored a thousand times already. Down the valley of her stomach, across the soft curve of her waist, and then around the peak of her hip. He raked his teeth across her skin, a stinging nip bringing her to the edge of heaven.

She felt that tingling pleasure all over. Felt everything he did to her, all the way to her soul.

"Please." This time, that word wasn't a plea that he stop, but a request for more. For everything. Her body arched beneath his mouth, seeking relief, an end, a beginning.

"Close your eyes, cara mia," he whispered, his cold breath fanning across her hip again. His tongue followed, tracing that delicate bone as she shuddered beneath him.

Her eyes fell closed.

"Ti amo, cara mia. Ti amo." He dipped his head again, his hair brushing like silk across her stomach, her hips . . . her inner thighs. His tongue touched first, tentative, soft. His lips followed.

Starbursts of warm, white light danced behind her lids as his mouth worked against her. They danced again as he rose up over her. And again when he slid himself inside.

"Ti amo," he breathed against her neck, planting gentle kisses across her face. "Per sempre." His body tensed like a spring atop of hers, "cara mia" falling from his lips like a prayer.

Hot, happy tears made silent tracks down her cheeks.

He raked his teeth against her neck, whispering his soft promise as starbursts ruptured behind her lids again, tumbling her over the edge into warm waves of forever. He followed quickly behind, not letting her drown alone.

"Are you ready, cara mia?" he whispered, resuming his pace as she drifted in that radiant spot between life and death; la petite mort.

She nodded her head and reached for what he offered. A crescent mark upon her skin. A promise. Forever.

"Ti amo," she whispered. "Ti amo."

He dipped his head, his fangs sinking into her flesh.



Happy Valentine's Day, my loves,
Ayden


FALL– The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO. FADE - The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at: Amazon US | UK | DE | FR | IT | ES | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Books-a-Million

Friday, February 7, 2014

Guest Post: Top Ten Valentine's Gifts Your Partner Will Love by @jamiemayres


I love Valentine’s Day . . . I don’t care if some people think it’s just a cash cow created by retailers. Needless to say, I'll be celebrating! I'm so thankful to have a Valentine that’s been married to me for 15 ½ years!

I’m not sure what I’m getting for hubs yet, but I’ve been brainstorming, and I think I’ve created the perfect Top 10 List of Valentine’s Gifts Your Partner Will Love:

10) If you’re into geek love like me, then you might enjoy ordering a pair of matching T-shirts (not the exact same shirt, but the same theme—I’m that dorky but hubs would never go for it, lol). Some of our favorite sites are: teefury, 6 dollar shirts, shirt punch, and five finger tees.

9) What says love on Valentine’s Day better than personalized candy hearts? It is a bit spendy, but still a cute idea if you can afford it!

8) Flowers always work. Look at the ones I got this week!


7) Of course, jewelry always works, too! I love Origami Owl for personalized creations, and who doesn’t love Pandora charms for their bracelet? Hubs isn’t big on jewelry, so I’m sort of at a loss in suggesting jewelry for men, but I did find this cool Thor themed money clip!

6) How can you go wrong with chocolate? I mean, who are we kidding? All of us have already blown our New Year’s Resolution diets anyway. Maybe you can get your sweetie to upgrade to a box of world-renowned Norman Love Confections! I’m lucky enough to live near their headquarters, but they ship all over the world! 

5) Who doesn't love to get a poem or homemade card with heartfelt words of love? The good news is, even if you’re not crafty, there are plenty of easy ideas on Pinterest!

4) How about heating up the kitchen by making your Valentine a five-course dinner? Beverages—preferably something red, like a Strawberry Daiquiri. The second course is appetizers—cocktail shrimp and stuffed portabella mushrooms are my favorite picks. The third course is salad—I love this recipe for Greek Salad. The fourth course is the main dinner—I love steak with cast-iron herbed potatoes anna; pork chops with shallot-cranberry sauce; coffee-crusted beef wellingtons with carrots (sprinkled with thyme, brown sugar, and bacon); or baked chicken breasts covered with mushrooms, onion, and bacon. Feel free to email me on my website for any of the recipes! Finally, the fifth course is dessert  . . . hmm, I think you can figure out something ;-)

3) Pop some extra buttery popcorn and enjoy a romantic movie night at home! If I was only speaking to the guys in this post, I’d suggest The Notebook, Titanic, A Walk To Remember, or Pride and Prejudice. But if you want to pick something you’d both enjoy, then you probably want to do a romantic comedy instead. Here are some of mine and hubs favorite picks: When Harry Met Sally, While You Were Sleeping, Sleepless in Seattle, You’ve Got Mail, The Princess Bride, Benny & Joon, Ever After, 17 Again, Fever Pitch, and Hitch. There are always some great new releases coming out in the theatres as well if you want a night out on the town!

2) Instead of a five-course meal, how about a five-step sensual massage? Step one: touching above the neck only is allowed—try a temple massage. Step two: touching below the knees only is allowed—try a calf and foot massage. Step three: caressing allowed only above the waist—nice time for a back massage. Step four—anything but intercourse goes. Step five—I’m sure you don’t need the details on this! Don’t forget to light some candles and put on some romantic music for this fun surprise!

1)Top of the list? A romance novel, of course! What better way to get you in the mood for romance than reading about love? And yes, my new book, 18 Truths, is a coming of age inspirational love story! Here are the dets:

Lying is unbearable, betrayal is inevitable, and choosing which path to take is impossible.

Olga Gay Worontzoff ended her senior year as an eighteen-year-old girl totally in love with Nate, enjoying their new romance and about to attend the university of her dreams. Now she’s spending her summer in the weird subculture of the Underworld, with charmingly witty and powerful angels, and problematic demons, trying to rescue Connor, the best friend and secret crush she was unable to save during a freak accident.

But Nate has other things on his mind, mainly Grace. She’s their first assignment as joint spirit guides, and Olga’s feeling hurt and jealous. His mysterious behavior has Olga questioning everything she believed about him and now she must decide whether to stick to their plan, or follow her heart.

Unfortunately, a series of mistakes threatens everyone around her and plants Olga in the center of cosmic events much larger than she ever imagined.

Only one thing is certain: the chilling truths uncovered during her journey will leave no one untouched.


18 Truths is now available at Barnes and Noble and Amazon. And don't forget to add it on Goodreads!

*Do you like how I tied that in? Hahaha . . . What are you doing to celebrate Valentine’s Day (even if it’s just with your family and friends)? I hope you have a good one!

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 Jamie Ayres writes young adult paranormal love stories by night and teaches young adults as a Language Arts middle school teacher by day. When not at home on her laptop or at school, she can often be found at a local book store grabbing random children and reading to them. So far, she has not been arrested for this. Although she spent her youthful summers around Lake Michigan, she now lives in Florida with her prince charming, two children (sometimes three based on how Mr. Ayres is acting), and a basset hound. She really does have grandmothers named Olga and Gay but unlike her heroine, she's thankfully not named after either one of them. She loves lazy pajama days, the first page of a good book, stupid funny movies, and sharing stories with fantastic people like you. Her books include the first two installments of her trilogy, 18 Things and 18 Truths. Visit her online via Twitter, Facebook, or at www.jamieayres.com.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Blog Takeover: Change Angel Aloshua has a Special Request.

Hi loves,


Today, I've turned over my blog to my eight year old nephew, Aloshua, who has a very special request for us.


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My name is Aloshua and I am eight years old.


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When I was born, I was very sick, so my doctor sent me to Arkansas Children’s Hospital.
For the last eight years, ACH has been my second home. I’ve had 23 surgeries there, and spent almost my whole first three years there! But I’m not scared when I go to ACH because I know my doctors and nurses are going to take great care of me. They know me by name and they always give me my favorite stickers. My mommy calls me a miracle, but I think ACH is a miracle, too. They helped me get better when so many kids like me don’t!


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Mommy always tells me how important it is to help take care of others kids who are sick like me, so every year, I help collect change for the hospital. They use it to make sure that all kids get the care they need, even if their family doesn’t have all the money to pay for it. Being sick is scary. It makes me happy to know that I helped make it a little less scary for kids like me and their families.


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You can help make it less scary, too! When you support me with a donation to Arkansas Children’s Hospital, you’ll be making a life-saving difference for kids just like me.

Your spare change helps the hospital do great things for all the little kids who need their help.
Every dollar you give is meaningful!


Consider giving:
$27 the cost of 10 aluminum finger splints
$50 the cost of an infant blood pressure cuff
$78 the cost of 6 pairs of child crutches
$150 the cost of an IV pole
$250 the cost of one day’s worth of diapers
You can make a difference just like me. Just enter your donation amount to the left and help me change lives!


Thank you,
Aloshua


*To make a donation please visit Aloshua’s fundraising page on the Change Angels website. Thank you to all of those who have supported him thus far!


Ayden's Note:


How sweet is he?! If you'd like to help but don't want to donate online, you can tape a penny to a postcard and mail it to Aloshua at: Team Losh, PO Box 982, Bald Knob, AR, 72010. All pennies received by March 7th will be donated during the Change Angels radio-thon at Arkansas Children's Hospital on March 7, 2014.




FALL– The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO. FADE - The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at: Amazon US | UK | DE | FR | IT | ES | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Books-a-Million

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

New Year, New You? No Thanks.


I don't do resolutions for the New Year. I think most people who make resolutions tend to make them fully intending to follow through with them... but also with a little voice in the back of their minds whispering that it's okay if they fail because, come March or April, everyone they know will probably have failed too. Maybe I'm making a broad generalization there, I don't know.

But I do know that, year after year, I watch my family and friends make resolutions. And year after year, I watch my family and friends commit to those resolutions for weeks or months at a time. And then, year after year, one by one, my family and friends fall off the wagon and just don't bother getting back on again.

There are always excuses when it happens.

Life got busy.

I didn't have the energy.

I don't have time.

I'm never going to make it.

Who really keeps a NY resolution, anyway?

The list of excuses and rationalizations goes on and on.

Resolutions are a good idea in theory, but in practice, they're full of unintentional, unacknowledged self-sabotage. We resolve (or intend) to do something, but from the moment we make that resolution we know that, if we don't quite make it, it's okay because no one else made it either. We know that there's always next year, and the year after that, and the one after that. We set ourselves up for failure before we ever begin, and most of the time, we don't even realize we've done it.

That seems a little silly to me, especially when the New Year is supposed to be a time to reflect on the past and plan for the future, so I simply refuse to play along.

Instead, beginning in October (the time of the Celtic New Year), I assess the year quickly drawing to a close, and I set goals for the approaching year.

Goals and resolutions aren't the same thing, at least not to me.

Goals are more tangible than a resolution. Goals come with steps and plans and little measures of success along the way. And goals can be amended. They don't have to be a win or lose thing. It doesn't have to be an all or nothing endeavor. If I set a goal too high, I know I can adjust that goal without feeling like I cheated. I also know that I'm more likely to stick with those goals simply because goals don't come complete with that little internal voice telling me it's okay if I fail, or that I'll never make it, or that no one else will either. There are built in triumphs along the way, the ones that empower us to keep going, even when the going gets tough. We don't have to wait for a New Year to try again if we fall off the wagon. We can pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and hop back on the proverbial horse at any time.

And we will pick ourselves up and hop back in the saddle, because we have a goal to meet, and we have no excuses for failing to meet it. We're accountable for that goal, not a New Year, not the failure or success of friends or family, but us. We challenge ourselves to meet those goals, and we don't have a built in scapegoat if we don't rise to the challenge.

Even better, we don't have to start from scratch with our goals. We can piggyback off of the success of the year before, or of a previously met or established goal. There is no "New Year, New You" mantras involved. We're not reinventing ourselves. We're bettering ourselves or our lives, one tangible goal at a time while fully recognizing and celebrating that fact that the "old us" is pretty cool, too. There's nothing wrong with the person I was in 2013 or with the challenges I faced. I don't feel a pressing need to change me. What I do feel is a desire to continue learning and growing in 2014, just like I did in 2013.

Goals help us accomplish all of that so much more realistically than do resolutions. At least, that's my opinion of the whole thing. And I'm looking forward to meeting the goals I've set for 2014.

Aside from getting the husband well again, I have a lot of goals for the next year. There are action plans and measurable successes and celebrations along the way. Some are huge, and some are small things.

I won't bore you with all of the details, but here are a few of the goals (big and small) I'll be working on in 2014. 

1) Bringing home baby Morgen - This year, my husband and I will start working on bringing home a baby Morgen. We'll talk with my neurosurgeon, and fertility specialists, and adoption agencies. We'll decide whether IVF or adoption is the best route, and we'll pursue that option eagerly. We'll panic along the way, and worry and doubt and, hell, probably even fall apart, but we're ready to try again for a baby Morgen, and we're looking forward to the nerve-wracking, nail-biting, crazy, beautiful journey.

2) Writing more often - This year, I'll finish FLAME, Ravished, and Stricken. I'll begin working on FEAR and Rapture. I'll work on eliminating passive phrasing from my writing, and on showing more than telling. I'll get rid of words like really and just. I'll write as often as possible, participate in NaNo, and stop wasting so much writing time browsing the web. By year's end, I will have at least four novels in print.

3) Redecorating - This year, I'll finish decorating the house. I'll stop stalling on buying new furniture, and will move the old furniture into the den. I'll also pain the den, finish the guest bedroom, and turn the pet room into a pet friendly sunroom.

4) Becoming healthier - This year, I'll work toward getting the migraines under control again by reducing my stress, becoming healthier, and admitting when enough is enough. I'll learn to admit when I need a break, to say no, and will work to stop pushing myself to the brink of exhaustion at the expense of my health. I'll stop surviving on sugar and caffeine.

5) Vacationing/Lazy Days - This year, my husband and I will take an actual vacation. I'll actually watch the movies I put on my Netflix queue, and will read at least 50 of the books I put on my TBR list. I'll spend more time doing less, and learning to enjoy it. I'll turn the music up loud and dance like a crazy person more. I'll also make the husband dance with me.

6) Education - This year, I'll finally make a decision about whether I'm going to law school instead of putting it off for another year.

What are you hoping to accomplish in 2014?

Happy New Year, loves. No matter what the year brings you, I hope you meet your goals and learn more about yourselves along the way.

xoxo,
Ayden

 


FALL– The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO. FADE - The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at: Amazon US | UK | DE | FR | IT | ES | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Books-a-Million