Friday, August 9, 2013

To the Fifth Power Tour, Flash Fiction episode & Giveaway!

To the Fifth Power
Powers Trilogy Book One
Shirin Dubbin

Genre: Paranormal

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

ISBN: 9781622661800

Number of pages: 120

Cover design by Pamela Sinclair

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"A badass superheroine, a sexy smart guy, and the fight of a lifetime"

Book Description:

Three years ago, Zola Noite's nemesis killed her sidekick and forced her to watch. The guilt drove her to hang up her cape. Zola knows one thing for certain, as a result. She will never be a superhero again.

Psychologist Dr. Arturo "Fort" Forte specializes in super-powered mental health. He’s the only reason Zola can once again call herself sane—although, truth be told, the heat between them is slowly driving her back to mad.

When three mega-villains escape the prison Fort oversees, all Zola's best laid plans go up in flames. Fort asks her for help, and she can't turn down the man she's come to love. As battles ensue and clues add up, the one thing Zola trusts is called into question: Fort's true agenda and which side he’s on.

Confessions to the Fifth Power - Part Three, When We Get What We Want Will We Want What We Get
There’s something about a confession that really gets us going. If someone tells us they have a secret we automatically lean in, and our hearts start to pound. What will they say? Will it be sexy? Scary? Scandalous? We have to know. And we love confessions most when nobody knows the truth but us.

One thing we find the hardest to share is our true desire. We don’t want to be judged or, worse, have those desires used against us. Then there’s the question: when we get what we want will we want what we get?

With that in mind I thought it’d be fun to see what secrets Zola and Fort, the heroine and hero of TO THE FIFTH POWER, might reveal before the story begins. There are four secret sessions in total. Without question all four are sexy, scary, and juicy—like Fort and Zola themselves.

You’ll find the release schedule here.

And now, these are their confessions:

Therapy Session #: 55
Psychologist: Dr. Arturo Forte
Patient: me
Designation: retired [read: broken] superhero

Most of the time I can read what people are thinking. Not with him. He’s inscrutable. All smiles on the surface and darkly churning seas beneath. It drives me crazy not to know his intentions. And it turns me on.

That’s why I have to get away from him. Immediately.

He rubs a knuckle across the fullness of his lower lip. And I stare. If I were half the woman I used to be I’d straddle his muscular thighs and taste him. Make him mine. But that woman died on a playground. There will be no hot kisses exchanged between him and me.

It’s strange. I need his help to heal from . . .  the incident. My mind is fractured.  I find it hard to function. Yet I’ll do anything to get away from him because as hard as it is for me to read him, he sees right through me. He knows all the broken shards of glass that I’ve become.

He hasn’t said a word for nearly fifteen minutes. I’m nervous.  I’ll never show it, though. So I continue to tell him all the fluffy but ever so slightly damaged things psychologists like to hear. If I get it right he’ll sign my medical release. And I need to get away from him. Or else I’ll lose what’s left of my mind.

He holds up a hand to silence me. I comply.

“Ms. Noite,” he says.

“Yes, Dr. Forte?”

“It is my professional opinion you’re ready to leave the institute and return to your life.”

Shit. I didn’t think it possible for more of me to shatter, but something inside my chest breaks from those words.

“But, I--” No. Don’t let me go.

He rises and adjusts his glasses. My big smart-guy therapist is the sexiest man I’ve met. But I met him at the wrong time.

“I’ll get your release paperwork started,” he says, moving across the room in the wrong direction. Away from me. “Be well,” he pauses. “Zola. Take good care of yourself.”

When he leaves he doesn’t bother to close the door the way he usually does. I slide off the couch and onto the floor, unable to catch my breath. The lock on my cage is open, but I realize I don’t want to be free.

What the hell am I supposed to do now . . .

Supplement #3 for TO THE FIFTH POWER
By Shirin Dubbin

Superpowered Love – The Swag Pack
To celebrate the release of my new superhero romance, To the Fifth Power, I’ve matched the book up with an equally hard hitting, highflying, romanc-a-thon of a swag pack called SuperPowered Lurve. . .and there are snacks too!   

Swag pack contents

About the Author:

Shirin Dubbin is often called a “chic geek,” and she likes the sound of it. Especially since she’s a closet wallflower (albeit one with a fabulous alter ego).When not working in graphic design or hosting The Fantastic Forum—a celebration of comics & speculative fiction—she writes stories inspired by the art, literature, international cinema, and anime she grew up with.

In her own storytelling, Shirin spins tales of sci-fi and urban fantasy with romantic edge. The battle between good and evil, humor, and break neck action are ink to her imagination.

Culturally, she’s half American, half British and very southern; right down to the accent and love of grits. Government reports show a residence in DC, but Shirin lives largely on the astral plane and hopes to meet you there.

The Defiance Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

The Scourge by A.G. Henley
(Brilliant Darkness #1)
Publication date: January 31st 2012
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

Seventeen-year-old Groundling, Fennel, is Sightless. She's never been able to see her lush forest home, but she knows its secrets. She knows how the shadows shift when she passes under a canopy of trees. She knows how to hide in the cool, damp caves when the Scourge comes. She knows how devious and arrogant the Groundlings' tree-dwelling neighbors, the Lofties, can be.

And she's always known this day would come—the day she faces the Scourge alone.

The Sightless, like Fenn, are mysteriously protected from the Scourge, the gruesome creatures roaming the forests, reeking of festering flesh and consuming anything—and anyone—living. A Sightless Groundling must brave the Scourge and bring fresh water to the people of the forest. Today, that task becomes Fenn's.

Fenn will have a Lofty Keeper, Peree, as her companion. Everyone knows the Lofties wouldn’t hesitate to shoot an arrow through the back of an unsuspecting Groundling like Fenn, but Peree seems different. A boy with warm, rough hands who smells like summer, he is surprisingly kind and thoughtful. Although Fenn knows his people are treacherous, she finds herself wanting to trust him.

As their forest community teeters on the brink of war, Fenn and Peree must learn to work together to survive the Scourge and ensure their people’s survival. But when Fenn uncovers a secret that shatters her truths, she’s forced to decide who and what to protect—her people, her growing love for Peree, or the elusive dream of lasting peace in the forest.

Praise for The Scourge:
“Lovable and relatable heroine? Check.  Swoon-worthy, kick-butt hero?  Check.  Compelling romance that makes your heart melt and toes curl?  Check.  Captivating story and fascinating world? Check.  Eagerly anticipating the next book?  Check, check, check.”-- Refracted Light Reviewsblog review

The Defiance by A.G. Henley
(Brilliant Darkness #2)
Publication date: July 29th 2013
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

Read The Defiance (Brilliant Darkness, #2), the highly anticipated sequel to The Scourge (Brilliant Darkness, #1), a 2013 Next Generation Indie Book Award Finalist!
Suspicion Trust. Fear Compassion. Hate Love.
It hasn’t been long since Fennel, a Sightless Groundling, and Peree, her Lofty Keeper, fell in love and learned the truth: the Scourge, and their world, are not what they seem.
Fenn and Peree are determined to guide their people to the protected village of Koolkuna, but first they must convince them that everything they believe is a lie. An impossible task, especially when someone seems hell-bent on trying anything—even animal sacrifice and arson—to destroy the couple’s new bond and crush the frail truce between the Groundlings and the Lofties. Not everyone wants to uproot their lives in the forest, and those who stay behind will be left terribly vulnerable.
Fenn and Peree’s resolve to be together, and the constant threat of the Scourge’s return, push both groups to the breaking point. Unable to tell friend from foe, Fenn must again decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice to ensure the future of the people of the forest.
Only this time, the price of peace may be too high to bear.

Praise for The Defiance:
"Fans of The Scourge, you will not be disappointed with this sequel. The Defiance was thrilling, romantic, and full of surprises. Loved this book!"
-- Imagine a World, blog review

"I had very high hopes for this follow-up novel, and Henley DEFINITELY delivers in her sophomore release!"
-- Booking It With Hayley G, blog review

"I absolutely LOVED The Defiance! No, I
more than loved it! It was breathtaking, intense, romantic,
suspenseful . . . the list could go on and on!"
-- ARC review

Only the odd snore rumbles from the other shelters as I crack the door open and slide out. The forest isn’t so quiet. Crickets hum hypnotically, leaves shift and sigh in the breeze, and frogs and bats keep the time with their cries. If the greenheart trees offer the forest its scent and flavor, then its animal inhabitants provide the tune.
I slink like prey from dark spot to dark spot, minding the sound of my steps. There’s probably a Groundling guard somewhere. The moon illuminates the path, so I walk under the shade of the tree branches. There’s a luster ahead.
For a long time I thought the water hole glowed. Calli finally told me the moon—which I’ve heard can be as slim as a curled-up leaf or as spherical as a stone—reflects in the water hole below. It seems unfair, somehow. The sighted see not only the fickle moon, they see two.
The water sweeps softly onto the shore, then recedes, dancing with itself, careless who hears it. I hold under the cover of the forest, soaking in the sounds and scents of the night.
After a few minutes, I hear more deliberate movements in the treetops: the low thump of quiet footsteps along the walkway overhead. They stop above my head. A soft birdcall greets me. I wave, letting them know it’s safe.
The rope ladder dives toward me, bumping against the tree trunk as it falls, and I steady it as Peree descends. My heart pulses in my chest as he draws near. I feel like I’ve stolen these moments with him, moments we’ll have to eventually give back. I don’t want to steal time with him. I want it to be ours to keep.

A.G. Henley is the author of the BRILLIANT DARKNESS series. The first novel in the series, THE SCOURGE, was a finalist for the 2013 Next Generation Indie Book Award.

A.G. is also a clinical psychologist, which means people either tell her their life stories on airplanes, or avoid her at parties when they’ve had too much to drink. Neither of which she minds. When she’s not writing fiction or shrinking heads, she can be found herding her children and their scruffy dog, Guapo, to various activities while trying to remember whatever she’s inevitably forgotten to tell her husband. She lives in Denver, Colorado.

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Thursday, August 8, 2013

Trial By Fire Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Trial by Fire
Covencraft Book One
Margarita Gakis

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal
Publisher: Fable Press

Date of Publication:  6/25/2013
ISBN: 978-1-939897-03-9

Number of pages: 325
Word Count:  84,000

Cover Artist: Steven Novak

Book Description:

Jade leads a structured life:

Routine job.

Caffeine addiction.

No serious relationships.

And now, she can spontaneously set things on fire with her mind.

Well... perhaps “normal” was never in the cards for her. As she questions her own sanity and spirals out of control, a man appears on her doorstep and tells her that, like him, she’s a witch.

Pulled in all directions, her unbridled magic draws dangerous attention and Jade wonders if she’s made the worst mistake of her life by joining a coven, or if she’ll even live long enough to regret it.

Paris knocked on Jade’s front door at six o’clock. He’d called during the day and found her busy with both Henri and Callie and fairly dismissive of needing any further handholding. Paris had managed to hold Jade’s attention long enough to say he’d be by at around six and he would check up on her magic then.

Jade had barely let him finish before she told him she was fine, she was being a good girl at her first day of school and that she’d see him tonight.

Paris was coming to realize she was a bit of a brat.

After no response at her door, he waited a minute and then knocked again. He waited another minute and then pressed the doorbell. He was about to ring again when the door finally swung open to the sound of Jade’s voice.

“I thought you said you weren’t done till six, what did you do, fly here?”

“I made an effort to finish early,” Paris answered. “How was your day?” Jade stepped back out of the doorway and motioned for him to enter. “Fine,

good, you know.” She started walking toward the kitchen as he took his shoes off and placed them carefully by the front door. He stopped for a moment and looked around sharply.

“Are you doing magic in here right now?” he asked. He could feel magic in the air, a fine mixture of it, but nothing that he recalled from the book he gave her that morning.

“Just some little ones,” she answered over her shoulder.

“You really shouldn’t try anything I haven’t looked at. Without me present, it could be...”

His words trailed off as he turned the corner to the kitchen. Sitting on the table was the beginner spell-book he’d given her and another book he didn’t recognize, probably from the library. It was an advanced spell-casting ledger. Her cup of coffee sat beside the beginner books and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the spoon stirring the coffee under its own power. A flash of light caught the corner of his eye and he noticed a ball of flame the size of a basketball suspended over the sink. A pot of water sat on the counter and above the pot a fine swirl of mist was lazily swimming around in a double helix shape. There were also six rocks balanced impossibly in a stack, with a seventh rock hovering above them before setting itself down on the gravity defying pile. A miniature tornado in the corner of the kitchen tossed confetti up, down and around in an eddy of magicked air.

Jade had apparently been running all of them even as she left the room to speak with him at the door.

“That book you gave me seemed pretty boring, so I got another one from the library. Callie helped me pick it out,” she said casually as she sat back down at the table. The rocks wavered slightly but held their balance. The ball of fire drifted perilously close to her hair but seemed to stop outside flammable distance. Jade appeared not to notice.

“It’s been going pretty good, I think.”

Wordlessly, Paris pulled up a chair. The fire drifted closer to him and paused in front of him, almost like a pet sniffing out a new person in the room. Paris leaned back slightly, anticipating it would burn him.

“What?” Jade asked absentmindedly, as if Paris had spoken. She looked up from her book. “Oh.” She saw how close the flame was to him and without even saying a word the fireball drifted back toward her with a slight wave of her hand.

“You’re doing all of them at once,” Paris said, even though it was obvious. “Yes, why? Oh, by the way, I need some help with something in the pantry.” “What have you got in the pantry?” he asked warily, eyeing the closed door with trepidation.

Jade stood and opened the pantry door. It looked perfectly normal. Jars and cans of food lined the shelves all in perfect order.

“Looks like a pantry,” he said.

“Yes, looks like a pantry.” She agreed as she stuck her hand in and it disappeared up to her elbow.

He pushed his chair back. “Jesus!” Paris exclaimed as he stood up abruptly and made a move to grab her.

She pulled her arm back out and shut the door with a shrug. “I don’t know what that is. I can see all my stuff on the shelf but I tossed a few forks in there and they disappeared. Now watch this.”

She grabbed a can of vegetables from another cupboard and tossed it in. The can disappeared without a sound. She looked up at the ceiling.

He looked up too. “What-?”

“Shhh,” she hushed him. “Wait.”

Two seconds later there was a loud thud from above. She looked at him. “It landed on the bedroom floor. Isn’t that bizarre?” Again she shrugged. “It’s been like that for the last hour. And I’m getting hungry.”

Jade sat back down and looked at him like a nine year-old waiting for permission to ride her bike. He took his seat slowly. Once again the fireball drifted in close to him, but she waved her hand and it moved back again. The rocks started to wobble.

“You really shouldn’t have started without me.”

About the Author:

Margarita loves the art, creativity and romanticism of storytelling. Sometimes, however, the act of putting pen to paper proves challenging, elusive. She develops genuine, relatable characters which grow in the hearts of her readers. From that foundation, the stories flourish into a warm friend.

She enjoys pursuits which blur the lines between the analytical and creative sides of her brain. This includes her day job in electronic data management, where she uses her creativity to solve logical problems, and also her lessons learning to play the cello, where she finds beauty in the structure of music and the instrument. She believes there is a place for both logic and imagination to work together. When they do, the results are magical.

Margarita has a special spot in her heart for dogs and lives with three of them. It can be a little overwhelming but the quality snuggle time makes up for it.

Margarita lives in Calgary, Alberta with her family.

Twitter:  @margaritagakis