Hydra Blog Hop, Day 3: Melissa Goodman

G'mornin' to ya, Adventurers and Perusers of Ink:

Today marks Day Three of the "Hydra Blog Hop", and fellow Hydra author Melissa Goodman is here with an excerpt of her release, It's Your Love. So, if you've a penchant for the romantic, you'll want to stick around and see what Ms. Goodman has in store for you. (And, as it's Day Three of the "Hop", you can find my post featured on the blog of Gwen Perkins.)

 

It's Your Love: Excerpt

"It's about time," said Kade. He was leaning with his back against the wall. He had not bothered to glance her way. He came across as if it was completely natural for him to be standing there.

"What are you doing?" She looked over her should just to be sure that God wasn't playing a cruel joke and the blond was behind her.

"I'm an ass," he said as if it was the only explanation needed.

So she agreed with him, "And?"

Kade stood up straight. With his hang dog expression Allie fought the urge to forgive him on the spot.

     "I'm sorry."

"I didn’t mean to pry. I'm sorry."

"I live a very public life. There are some things I just like to keep private."

"You don't have to explain," she said, "I understand."

     He held out his hand and gave her a wink. "So what now? Do we start over?"

His hand was Kade himself. Warm, strong with the right mixture of soft and rough. Touching him felt right. It felt like nothing could go wrong as long as she was in his embrace. It felt as if Allie had come home. If he didn't feel the same, God help her.

Kade let out a breath that he wasn't aware of holding when she took his hand. When Allie left the table he had considered what she said. He had even gone as far as to start his way over to the blond. About ten feet away he changed directions. He never walked away from a sure thing. He especially didn't leave a woman he knew was willing for one that had just dumped him. Waiting outside the ladies' room was agonizing. Kade had done his best to look like he was doing anything other than waiting for a woman. When the blond and her friends passed by trying to catch his eye Kade knew that he had dodged a bullet.

Then Allie appeared and Kade knew. It amazed him how wrong people were. He didn't hear bells and whistles, what he heard was a soft voice that called to his soul. A missing piece he hadn't been aware was missing until she placed her hand in his.

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About the Author:

Melissa Goodman was born and raised in Louisville, Kentucky. She’s a die-hard member of the University of Kentucky’s Big Blue Nation and a lover of all things Nascar, reality television, and fairytale endings. She can be contacted at MelissaGoodmanWriter@gmail.com

Buy links:

Smashwords

Amazon

New Release: "Crown of Ash" by Steven Montano

Good Morning, Mates:


How is the world on this fine day? Though it's hardly begun, I can tell it is going to be a swell Monday indeed; I can taste it in the air. To begin, I am honored to introduce author Steven Montano to my blogsite. He writes dark, epic fantasy novels with a dystopian, military flavor. And, as his website attests, he incorporates real vampires in his work. Today, we are to be treated to an excerpt and a blurb of Mr. Montano's latest novel, Crown of Ash, which is Book #4 in his Blood Skies series. So, without further ado, fetch your favorite drink (preferably hot cocoa), flip on some tunes for effect (how about New Age?), and poise your attention to Mr. Montano's latest piece:

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Crown of Ash Excerpt: The Winterlands

 

He looks out from the void.

He is nothing.  A ghost presence.  A phantom. 

Trapped in a land of whispering voices. 

He has been there for so very long.

The world is saturated in darkness.  It slithers down the trees like rain.

Years have passed since he first arrived in that dismal place.  His face is leathery and rough, and he wears a thick beard.  His hair is long and unkempt.  His skin has gone dark, saturated by the soot atmosphere.  His lips are dry and his eyes sting from the dark grit that constantly lashes the landscape. 

Everything is black and cold.  The land, the trees, even the other inhabitants of that cloying realm are suffused with shadow.  It drips from every pore. 

The sky is a frozen slate of perpetual dusk.  Light shines from just over the horizon and drenches everything in an eye-numbing glaze.  The freezing wind smells of rot.

He’s come to know this land of torn red mud and black ooze.  There are few cities, all of them in ruins.  He travels past briny pools of black water and dark trees with branches weighed down by deathly pale fruit.  He avoids reptiles that breathe caustic slime and carnivorous plants that fan and pulsate like living organs.  He circumvents blood swamps and fields of moldered bones.

He isn’t the only human in that dominion of shade.  He spies natives in the distance, primitive and murderous people who roam the land in small bands.  They ride on the backs of shaggy mammoth beasts with scorpion tails. 

He sees phasing fliers, unstable bats the size of whales.  They soar low through the undine fog and howl at the ground as they search for prey.  Their riders are horned humanoids with staffs of dark fire and cloaks of mirrored scales. 

He is a stranger there, a refugee.  He walks and walks and dreams of escape, but he has been there for so long he’s almost given up hope.  The shadow world has him, and it will never let him go.  He tries to remember the world he once belonged to.  It was a scarred world, damaged beyond measure, but it was his home.  He’d protected it from danger more times than he could remember.  Never before had he appreciated it as much as he does now. 

The worst times for him are when he looks into the water.  He hugs himself tight in his cloak to shield his body against the freezing wind as he stands over clear p
ools of ice and salt.  There are only a few of those pools, derelict bodies of steaming cold liquid so utterly pale they are like liquid suns on the face of the ebon landscape.  They stare like white eyes up to the darkness of the sky.

When he stands near them he sees into the world he used to call home.  The visions are always random flashes that last just a few moments, but he finds himself staring into them more and more as the years go by. 

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Crown of Ash Blurb

Eric Cross and his team have been to hell and back, but their journey isn't over yet.

Marooned in the remote criminal city of Blacksand, the only way for the mercenaries to get home is to help a local crime boss protect his territories from the Ebon Cities.

To complicate matters, Danica Black is also being hunted by The Revengers, a powerful band of corrupt prison wardens, while Cross himself is trapped in the Whisperlands, a realm of darkness controlled by a cadre of evil mages known as the Shadow Lords.

The team will battle their way through corroding wastelands and deadly vampire outposts, but even their considerable skills might not be enough to save them from the cruel machinations of the Shadow Lord’s mysterious master, a malevolent creature who has manipulated their destinies right from the beginning…

Return to the world of The Black in Book 4 of the BLOOD SKIES saga!

Crown of Ash is available on Amazon.com and Smashwords!

Catch up with the rest of the series on Amazon.com!

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Steven Montano is a full-time accountant and the author of the Blood Skies series.  He enjoys dark music, depressing cinema, cooking, hiking, and spending time with his crazy family.  He lives in Washington, where he desperately prepares for the vampire apocalypse.

Visit Steven’s official website, bloodskies.com