Friday, August 26, 2016

#Fridayreads: Parable of the Hostages by Louise Gluck

Parable of the Hostages

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The Greeks are sitting on the beach 
wondering what to do when the war ends. No one 
wants to go home, back 
to that bony island; everyone wants a little more 
of what there is in Troy, more 
life on the edge, that sense of every day as being 
packed with surprises. But how to explain this 
to the ones at home to whom 
fighting a war is a plausible 
excuse for absence, whereas 
exploring one’s capacity for diversion 
is not. Well, this can be faced 
later; these 
are men of action, ready to leave 
insight to the women and children. 
Thinking things over in the hot sun, pleased 
by a new strength in their forearms, which seem 
more golden than they did at home, some 
begin to miss their families a little, 
to miss their wives, to want to see 
if the war has aged them. And a few grow 
slightly uneasy: what if war 
is just a male version of dressing up, 
a game devised to avoid 
profound spiritual questions? Ah, 
but it wasn’t only the war. The world had begun 
calling them, an opera beginning with the war’s 
loud chords and ending with the floating aria of the sirens. 
There on the beach, discussing the various 
timetables for getting home, no one believed 
it could take ten years to get back to Ithaca; 
no one foresaw that decade of insoluble dilemmas—oh unanswerable 
affliction of the human heart: how to divide 
the world’s beauty into acceptable 
and unacceptable loves! On the shores of Troy, 
how could the Greeks know 
they were hostages already: who once 
delays the journey is 
already enthralled; how could they know 
that of their small number 
some would be held forever by the dreams of pleasure, 
some by sleep, some by music?

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Free #books by Monica La Porta @momilp #ThriftyThursday

The Lost Centurian--The Immortals Book 1


The chains of Love are stronger than the bonds of Revenge



The Roman centurion Marcus has sworn to avenge his wife's death—even if it takes an eternity to hunt down the vampire who murdered her. 
Turned immortal by a capricious god, for the last two thousand years, Marcus has been living a life devoid of love, consumed by his hatred for the vampire race. Until the night he rescues one of them, a frail newborn vampling, Diana, and she becomes his responsibility. 
Tortured by his past and hunted by vampires, Marcus must choose between avenging his dead wife or saving Diana from the same man who ruined his life, only to discover that not everything is what it appears to be.

Available on Amazon and everywhere ebooks are sold.

Gaia (Worlds Apart Book 1)
While vacationing in Greece, Gaia locks eyes with a stranger, twice. Two years later, back in Rome, she should be enjoying college life; instead, the memories of his lapis lazuli eyes and Mona Lisa smile still haunt her. Gaia longs to meet him again and unwittingly sabotages her romantic life by refusing to move on. Only her anthropological studies about the mysterious Etruscans make her feel alive. A chance to breathe new air is presented to her when she wins a full scholarship to study abroad at the University of Washington. In rainy Seattle, Gaia finally meets the man of her dreams, but he proves to be... otherworldly. Meanwhile, in her field of studies, what starts as an interesting archeological finding about a six-fingered human image, soon evolves into the discovery of the millennium, but not where Earth is concerned. Although Gaia is a companion novel of Elios, you can read these in either order. They are both stand-alone stories from different points of view. You met Gaia and Elios in his book; now hear her story.

Available on Amazon and everywhere ebooks are sold.


The Priest (The Ginecean Chronicles Book 1)



Mauricio is a slave. Like any man born on Ginecea, he is but a number to the pure breed women who rule over him with cruel hands. Imprisoned inside the Temple since birth, Mauricio has never been outside, never felt the warmth of the sun on his skin. He lives a life devoid of hopes and desires. Then one day, he hears Rosie sing. He risks everything for one look at her and his life is changed forever. An impossible friendship blossoms into affection deemed sinful and perverted in a society where the only rightful union is between women. Love is born where only hate has roots and leads Mauricio to uncover a truth that could destroy Ginecea.

Available on Amazon and everywhere ebooks are sold.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Lost in Limbo Boxset only $0.99 #Tuesdaybookblog

Limited time only!  Get the first three novels of this awesome urban fantasy for just $0.99


Welcome to Limbo City, the capital of the afterlife, where deities of every faith mingle on the most modern playground this side of the grave. 

Lana Harvey is an eighth generation reaper, a baby by Eternity standards. She’s been a low-risk soul harvester for three centuries, but her dead-end job finds a new lease on life when Grim drops a high-risk promotion in her lap. Lana doesn’t care for the Afterlife Council’s politics, but with her new assignment, she soon finds herself forging uneasy alliances with the movers and shakers of Eternity. These alliances turn Lana’s life upside down, doing everything from igniting her love life to attracting the attention of rebel forces looking to overthrow the council. 

Lana would rather be having a beer at Purgatory Lounge with her best friend, the archangel Gabriel, but it looks like she has some demon ass-kicking and serious soul-searching to do first.


Available on Amazon and everywhere ebooks are sold!

Friday, August 19, 2016

#Fridayreads: Poet Dances with Inanimate Object

Poet Dances with Inanimate Object

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for Jim Schley
The umbrella, in this case; 
Earlier, the stool, the 
Wooden pillars that hold up 
    the roof. 

This guy, you realize, 
Will dance with anything— 
—He likes the idea. 

Then he picks up some lady’s discarded sandals, 
Holds them next to his head like sea shells, 
Donkey ears. 

Nothing, 
         his body states, 
Is safe from the dance of ideas!

Thursday, August 18, 2016

#ThursdayTreat: Book Spotlight #urbanfantasy

It's only a memory, and memories can't hurt you. 
Oh, if only that were true.

The New Year is supposed to be a time of hope and renewal, but for Jesse Sullivan, she knows this is her last trip around the sun. Her enemy can control minds and teleport and despite her unique gifts, it's becoming harder and harder to protect the people she loves.

Jesse and her motley crew have a plan for stopping Caldwell's genocidal reign, but it will require a 2500-mile road trip to Cochise, Arizona, the abandoned military base where it all began. And if their journey isn't perilous enough, it's made worst by the Judas in their midst.

The Reviews

"So much fun!" -T. Huffman

Yet another Jesse thrill ride ..... Mustang and all. -IconicBlonde

Great continuation of the series...exciting and never boring. Refreshing take on zombies and supernatural beings--Lisa Morris

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Excerpt:

“So what’ll it be?” I ask her. “Water? Juice? I don’t think we actually have Gatorade, but I can walk down to the store.”

“Water’s fine.” Ally falls back against cushions and grins up at me. A light pink blush spreads over her cheeks. She finger-combs her hair. “My hair is so pretty. I love my hair.”

I snort. “I love your hair too.”

“What else about me is cute?” she asks.

“Everything.” I fluff the pillow for her and search the room for a blanket. I yank a red velvety throw off the back of a chair as Gideon slips out of the bedroom and passes me on his way to the mini fridge. He grabs one of the wrapped water glasses from the bar above.

“Grab us one too.” I have zero problems assigning tasks to other people. Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake going into death-replacing. Sure, I was a great death replacement agent, and dying for other people is cool, but I’m really good at bossing people around.

It’s like a calling.

Gideon fills two water glasses with some fancy bottled water from the fridge and hands me a glass. I don’t dare remind him that Ally vowed not to drink this water yesterday. She ranted about the effect of plastic on the environment for ten whole minutes. I could’ve reminded her that the planet is about to explode anyway, but that meant Gideon would’ve won the argument and I’m Team Ally all the way.

I put the glass of water in her hand. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. “Here you go. Drink up.”

She waves her water around. “I just feel so good, you know?”

I smile. “I can tell.”

She runs a hand through her hair. “It’s a new year. A new beginning. And we have a great plan for kicking Caldwell’s butt.”

“We do.”

“And you’re so cute and you kissed me.”

With arched eyebrows, Gideon closes the bedroom door behind him. Thankfully, the sound of the television comes on, affording us some privacy.

I sink down onto the sofa beside her. “I’ll do it again if you want me too. I’ll kiss you a million times.”

She bites her lip and I’m about to lose it. I lean forward to kiss her but she starts talking again, so I hang there mid-smooch, lips puckered.

“Life is so good right now. No one is stabbing us, burying us alive, beating us up, or kidnapping the dog,” she goes on, her voice echoing inside her water glass. Her face pinches. “That means we are probably about to die.”

I press my lips together and sigh. “Don’t say that. You’ll jinx us.”

It’s difficult getting her to sit up, but I manage it. I want her to drink this water. I tilt the glass toward her lips, encouraging her.

“This is good,” she says and frowns at the water. “Is this tap water?”

“Yep.”

“Because I’m not drinking that $15 water Gideon bought.”

“It’s tap,” I say again. “You’re just too drunk to taste it.”
Ally shrugs and finishes the glass. Then she hands me her empty glass.

“You want more?”

“No,” she grins. “I want something else.”

“We’ve got chips, but that’s about it. And Rachel can’t close a bag to save her life, so they’re probably stale.”
She shakes her head, grinning.

Then I realize what she’s saying.

“Oh.” I smile. “Okay.”

She crawls over the pillow between us and pulls herself into my lap. She straddles me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kisses me once on the cheek, probably a missed target rather than a sweet gesture, and then manages to get my mouth the second time.

She pulls back. “God, is it you or is it really hot in here?”

“We’re still wearing our coats.”

She laughs and looks down at herself. “Oh. Right.”

I reach up behind her and pull her jacket off. “Better?”

She snuggles up to me. “You’re still hot.”

“Thanks for noticing.”

“Let me help you take your coat off.”

“Okay.” I let her attempt to pull off the jacket, but it’s not really going anywhere and she accidentally pulls my hair twice. So I help her get my jacket off and throw it over the arm of the sofa. One of the throw pillows falls to the floor with a poof.

Ally doesn’t stop there. She slips her hands under my shirt, giving me a curious look. “Is this okay?”

I try to find the voice to tell her it’s more than okay. She would have been naked an hour ago in the grubby bathroom of some bar if she wasn’t such a germaphobe.

She is so beautiful. Her eyes are bright, reflecting the lamplight. Her face is flushed from the alcohol, her smile lazy. Her eyes half-closed. My heart pounds in my chest, thudding against my ribs so hard it hurts.

“What’s wrong?” A frown creases her face and I think she can hear my heart throbbing. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

“Don’t be stupid.”

I reach up and pull her down into my arms. I kiss her, even more deeply than I did on the balcony. I slip my hand under her shirt and unsnap her bra with one twist of my fingers.

She gasps in my mouth and the sound of it makes my whole body shudder.

“Lay down,” I command.

She laughs, surprised, but her voice goes all deep and breathy. “Yes, sir.”

I climb on top of her, positioning myself between her legs. I kiss her neck and she squirms, bucking her hips up against mine.

“Do you love me?” she asks.

“More than anyone.”

“Are you sure?”

I cover her mouth with mine. “Please stop talking.” I pull back. “Unless you want me to stop.”

“No, no.” She grabs the front of my hoodie, twisting it up in her fists and pulls me down on top of her.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Worth Dying For Audiobook #Giveaway #Tuesdaybookblog

My novel Worth Dying For is finally available on Audible. In order to celebrate, I always giveaway the codes to my fans because that seems like the thing to do.

So I sent a newsletter tonight that said "First 20 responders get a free audiobook (in the form of an audible code)." I pressed send.

Then I went to dinner, ate a delicious salad, and some onion soup (I'm dieting for my impending nuptials--59 days and counting!!!). Then when I came home, I checked my email.

My heart about fell out of my chest when I read 1,024 unread messages.

1,024!

As someone who is psychotic about maintaining INBOX ZERO, I almost passed out. Who knew so many of you wanted to a free Jesse audiobook?!?

Well, I gave away my first 20 (sorry if you didn't win!), but there are still prizes to be had.

When you (a writer) publishes a book with Audible, they give you 25 codes. So I'm putting the remaining five codes in this raffle for you. If you didn't win, you still have a chance snag an audiobook by entering this giveaway. Or if you're a greedy book hoarder (no one is judging!), enter to win. AGAIN.

In addition to the five audiobook codes, I'm also going to give away a *grand prize* of a 3-month audible audiobook membership (A prize donated to the Jesse-fandom on behalf of my friend Adison Purchase. Thanks, Adison! You can also thank her below).

That is all for now.

If you love free stuff, you're also welcome to sign for my newsletter here. I usually have at least 1 giveaway a month. 

Or if you don't play around and want to straight to a free book with over 400 reviews, then click here

Audiobook fans--DID YOU KNOW?When you download an ebook on Amazon, the audiobook is reduced to $1.99. This means that for those of you who already have (or will soon get) your free copy of Dying for a Living, you can also download the audible audiobook of Dying for a Living for just $1.99. (Yes, for both the ebook and audiobook, it's just $1.99). Try it now.


The other four books in the series would come to $4.98 for each ebook/audiobook combo.

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Friday, August 12, 2016

#Fridayreads: Birthday #poem for birthday week

How to Spend a Birthday

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Light a match. Watch the blue part
       
                                                           flare like a shocked piñata

                                            from the beating
                                            into the sky,

                                                             watch how fast thin

wood burns & turns toward the skin,

the olive-orange skin of your thumb
 
                                                             & let it burn, too.

Light a fire. Drown out the singing cats.

Let the drunken mariachis blaze their way,

streaking like crazed hyenas

over a brown hill, just underneath

a perfect birthday moon.

Lee Herrick, "How to Spend a Birthday" from The Many Miles from Desire. Copyright © 2007 by Lee Herrick, published by WordTech Communications LLC