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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

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






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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Hydra Blog Hop, Day 2: Amy McCorkle

Good Morning, Bloggerati:

For Day 2 of the "Hydra Blog Hop", author Amy McCorkle will be introducing us to her romance novel, Gladiator. If you like a bit of romance with a post-apocalyptic flavor, then you may want to tune in and get a taste of Ms. McCorkle's upcoming excerpt. Today, you can also find me featured on Jay Noel's Blog.



Gladiator

Ten years ago Tristan Shane had failed to pick sides and he paid with the ultimate price—his family.  Enslaved as a post-apocalyptic gladiator, he is now faced with a similar dilemma, serve the despot  Queen and murder her innocent sister, or face certain death himself. What will he choose?

Tristan Shane was a moderate before the nuclear and economic crisis which plunged the world into darkness. While his sister Aidia ran off to fight the rebel’s war he desperately tried to hang onto normalcy and lost his wife and children in the process. Spending the next ten years as the Crown’s favored and the mob’s favorite Gladiator, he never expects to meet the Queen’s sister, Alexandra, a Healer.

She claims to be the much whispered about Savior sent to heal the wounded Earth and oceans, the one who would bring about her cruel sister’s dethroning. But is she? Or is she just a fraud? But he quickly learns her erotic touch has the power to heal his heart and his to save her life. But as the passion heightens and the danger increases will they have forever or will he have to give up everything to save the planet?

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Gladiator

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 Excerpt: A Sneak Peek

“What is it you want, Veronica?”

She leaned in close and whispered seductively, “Why, you know I only want you, Tristan.”

He snatched her up by her throat, pinned her against the wall and kissed her passionately, brutally, and without clemency. When he pulled away she was smiling with a darkness that made him angry. She was a power-hungry mongrel who played on her husband’s weaknesses and jealousies. Tristan hated her. And he hated himself for f***ing her. But this was his life. He let go of her and walked away.

“Is my poor Gladiator jealous? There’s really no need for that, is there? You know you’re my favorite.”

“What is it you really want, Veronica?”

She came up behind him and seductively began to ease off his armor. He was covered in sweat and blood and he felt her shiver against his body. And as always there was a twinge of nausea that would precede the raw animal aggression.

She turned him around. He looked at her. There was no doubt about it; she was beautiful. But she was poisonous—a rattlesnake with crystal green eyes and flaming red hair. Her father had promised peace and a return to normalcy and democracy in the wake of economic and nuclear disaster, and instead this was what had become of the world. And she was no doubt always enjoining her father to maintain her life in this fashion. He loathed her. He detested her. And every time he had sex with her his intense hatred for himself deepened a little bit more.

“My dear, sweet Gladiator, as much as I’d like to celebrate your victory with you tonight, my husband wishes me to share his bed. But fear not—I do have a consolation prize for you.”

His skin began to crawl. Veronica had a twisted way of looking at what constituted a consolation prize; it was usually just a groupie who wanted to watch what the queen did with the equivalent of rock stars of the former United States of America. And he usually did the dog and pony show. But sometimes Veronica required something to prove his loyalty to her. That would be more complicated.

“What is it this time?”

She smiled. His response had given her the mistaken impression that he cared.

“The rebels have been restless. And it seems there is a young woman we have in our prison whom they want terribly. Well, frankly, they are in two minds as to what to believe. It is rumored she is the mythical Healer. The one meant to find her soul mate, so together they will lead our Nation out of the so-called darkness into which it has plunged itself.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Oh Tristan, why are you being so defensive? I just want you to find out whether she really is the Healer, and report to me if she is.”

“And then, what?”

“And then you let me handle it,” Veronica said, sliding back into the evil skin that was her natural state. “The rebels have no idea what it takes to run a country.”

The image of his wife being raped and murdered flooded him and it was all he could do not to throttle the queen right then and there.

“So can I count on you to do this for me or do I need to find someone else who can?”

He was no one’s hero. But she had said young woman. And he couldn’t just allow his wife’s fate to be visited upon some other unsuspecting girl. “I’ll do what I can.”

Veronica ran her index finger down his cheek and whispered, “Good boy, Tristan,” she purred.
 “Guard! She’ll be delivered before the night is over. I don’t know when I’ll be able to return to you, but I expect that you’ll have had enough time to gain her trust by then.”

Tristan’s stomach churned. The Healer? In the beginning there had been whispers of it. But he had never believed in such a thing. It had been years since the crown had feared anything. And now this.
 He said nothing as the queen was escorted away. He was left to think about the young woman he might be forced to turn over in the end.

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About Amy:

Amy McCorkle was born and raised in Louisville, KY. She has lived in New Mexico and Texas as well but she currently makes her home in Shepherdsville, KY.
An award winning blogger, she is also a successful author in both the sci-fi erotic romance genre with No Ordinary Love and the upcoming release: a dark romantic suspense tale, Another Way To Die. She also has been contracted for GLADIATOR, a Mad Max meets Gladiator series, set to be a trilogy. She has placed second in the 2011 Preditors & Editors Readers Choice Poll for "Best Short Romance Story" and semi-finaled with Another Way to Die in the 2012 Moondance International Film Festival.
 From Hydra Publications, Set Fire to the Rain has been recently released, and her first print novel, Bounty Hunter, is due out in October. She is also contracted for the Gunpowder & Lead series she is co-authoring with Melissa Goodman.
 Her work is flavored by her childhood heroes, pop culture, music, and the cinema as well as the writers she still enjoys reading today.

Contact:

Blog: http://Creative-Chatter.blogspot.com

Monday, September 10, 2012

Hydra Blog Hop, Day 1: Blaine Pardoe

Readers, wordsmiths, yoginis, jedi knights: Be welcome! (and anyone else, for that matter)


Today marks the beginning of the "Hydra Blog Hop". Not only will I be introducing a Hydra author each day this week, but I will also be featured on a fellow Hydra author's website for as long as the "Hop" runs (Sept. 10th-15th). Today's stop will be at Amy McCorkle's Blog. Tune in later this week when I feature her for part of the "Hop".



But enough of the formalities. Everyone: please give a warm welcome to Mr. Pardoe, author of Virginia Creeper~




Virginia Creeper – A Tour of Where I Live
by Blaine Pardoe
Virginia Creeper is a story of Virginia’s Piedmont region. It’s not a tale for the faint of heart – the events in the book are fairly frightening.  What adds to this is the setting, in this case, where I live. 
Virginia’s Piedmont is nestled along the Blue Ridge mountain range.  It is a place where some families go back to the 1700’s.  George Washington surveyed the county I live in (Culpeper) for example.  It is a place where the yuppies of Northern Virginia nimbly collide with farming communities and the rolling hills of horse country.  

The people – well, they can be colorful.  We have your off-the-shelf rednecks, respectable folk, young money, old money, and counties where you are known by your family name, the church you attend, or your role in the community.  As a people we tend to be more conservative than Northern Virginia.  Your family roots tell your story.  Comealongs (shirt-tail Yankees who have moved here) are treated differently than those that are born in Virginia.  I was born in Virginia but raised in Michigan and I am quick to point that out when I’m in a group of my fellow Virginians.  It changes the nature of our discussions and how I’m regarded.  

The Civil War (or, The War of Northern Aggression as it is often referred to) is not just a tourist event, it took place in our yards, fields, and homes.   The Piedmont was settled before America became a nation and our Indian heritage is embedded in our rivers and roads.  

The people of the Piedmont love NASCAR, guns, steeplechase, polo, God, state, and country – in an ever-changing order.  We can be a quirky bunch, but you will rarely live in an area where you have such friendly and loyal friends.  

It is into this mix that Virginia Creeper is set.  These apparent contradictions are intertwined in my book.  The events described in the book happened here because of those contradictions.  This is a story of horror that could only happen in a place where the heritage goes back as far as some of our dark roots burrow.  

A question I got the other day is, “are all of these places real?”  Yes.  If you want, you can find Indian Pulpit, if you are so brave and inclined.  Pignut Mountain is a very real, though I have obscured in the book the actual location of the death pit – for obvious reasons.  The burned out hulk of the Beverly Mill can still be seen from Route 66.  The Frost Diner and the other locations are all quite real.  This last year the movie J. Edgar was filled in front of the Fauquier County courthouse, that’s how out of place Warrenton Virginia can appear in the 21st century.  I invite you to go and seek out these places if you ever visit the area.  But, if you’ve read Creeper, be prepared to be scared. 

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About the Author:

Blaine Pardoe is an award winning author who lives in Amissville Virginia. He is the author of numerous science fiction, military history, true crime, horror, and business leadership books. He is considered one of America's best writers about the Great War. His books have been published in six languages and he has been a featured speaker at the U.S. National Archives, the United States Navy Museum, and has appeared on numerous television and radio programs. 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Hydra Publications Blog Hop: September 10th-15th

Greetings, World!

Tis a bright and sunny day, and I'm pleased to announce that this coming week (September 10th-15th), several of my fellow authors from Hydra Publications will be participating in one big "Hydra Blog Hop"!



That's right: all week long, we will be featuring one another on our blogs - you know, interrogating each other and the like. (Okay, so... interrogations aside). But we will be supporting one another via interviews, features, excerpts, guest posts, etc... So if any of you are curious to learn more about the talented individuals from Hydra Publications - or are simply looking for a great, new read, then I encourage you to tune in each day this week for a new feature.

Until then~

*bows*

Rachel
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