Sunday, September 22, 2013

Endre Blog Tour Guest Post: "Five Fun Facts About Me" by ST Bende

A couple weeks back I celebrated the release of friend and author ST Bende's Endre, the second book of The Elsker Saga, and today I have the author herself stopping by the blog as part of her blog tour! (Read more about the book here.) Welcome ST!

Five Fun Facts About Me

by ST Bende


Last time Tiffany was sweet enough to let me visit y’all, I shared five Five Fun Facts About Elsker. This time around, I thought I’d share five things about me. Here they are, in no particular order:

(1) I am a HUGE IndyCar fan -- something I share with Elsker’s Inga. I watch every race, squirrel away technical nuggets about the cars, and may or may not pick my favorites just because they’re cute. Does anyone else think cutie-pie British driver James Jakes looks like a certain Norse God we know and love?
(2) Imagine Dragons is my hands down favorite band. Like, ever. I have a playlist of about twenty-five songs I regularly write to, thirteen of which belong to The Dragons. Because they’re just that awesome.
(3)  I am a total geek. I love Star Wars and Marvel and The Big Bang Theory. And just like Sheldon Cooper, the only animal I’d ever want to be eaten by is The Kraken, because the last words I’d hear would be RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!! (Didja know The Kraken is Norse? Apparently it hangs around the coasts of Norway and Greenland. Cool, right?)
(4) I’ve read every Shakespeare play. Except King John. Poor King John. I’m sure it’s really good. Has anybody ever read that play? If you have, please e-mail me. I’d love to ‘meet’ you.
(5) I cried when I wrote a certain scene in the garden of Ydalir in ELSKER. The one that ends with the champagne -- that one. Because I knew exactly how scary that moment was for Ull. And I cried again when I wrote a certain scene in ENDRE -- the one in the church, where Kristia’s wearing her grandmother’s dress. Because I saw that scene through Ull’s eyes, and I knew that moment meant more to him than he would ever be able to articulate. I tell the stories through Kristia’s POV, but Ull and his deeply buried vulnerability constantly tug at my heart. I love that god soverymuch. 

Thanks so much for letting me visit again, Tiffany!  Now tell me -- does anyone share my love of Imagine Dragons? If not, what are your favorite songs to read/write to? 

Thanks for stopping by ST, can't wait to read Endre!

TJ

Monday, September 9, 2013

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway! Endre by S.T. Bende

It's finally here...the sequel to Elsker!  


Sometimes, finding your destiny means doing the exact opposite of what The Fates have planned.
Winning the heart of an immortal assassin was a dream come true for Kristia Tostenson. Now she’s knee deep in wedding plans, goddess lessons, and stolen kisses. But her decision to become immortal could end in heartbreak -- not only for Kristia, but for the god who loves her. Because while Ull would do anything to protect his bride, even the God of Winter is powerless against the Norse apocalypse. Ragnarok is coming. And the gods aren’t even close to ready.

Watch the book trailer and then buy at Amazon or Barnes & Noble!

From a Review:

If you're looking for a different take on New Adult that has plenty of swoon-worthy moments, some nail-biting action, and a mythological world you can lose yourself in, this book is for you.”

Excerpt: 


“What do you want to know?” Ull lowered his sunglasses lazily and eyed me with a look that made my insides burn.
“Well,” I paused. “Uh… what am I supposed to do if I’m attacked?”
“You mean if this happened?” Ull launched himself off the chaise, wrapping one arm around my waist and dragging me across the beach. He cradled me in his arms and landed in the froth where the ocean met the shore.
“See? I’m totally defenseless?” I gazed up at him, my back pressed firmly against the wet sand. He hovered over me, supporting his weight on his forearms.
“I am afraid you are.” Piercing blue eyes locked in on mine. Between the depth of his stare and the heat from his abs, I forgot everything else.
“Um …” I bit my bottom lip.
Ull tilted his head to one side, a small smile playing at one corner of his mouth. “Now what did you want to know?”
“I--” I broke off as a wave washed over us. The warm saltwater lapped up to my waist then retreated, leaving a film of sand over my legs.
“You were asking me how to defend yourself?” Dangit, it was hard to focus with Ull’s dripping body pressing against mine. Yes, I wanted whatever it was I’d asked about. Self-defense, right. But there was something else I wanted more.
I bent my knee and twined my calf around Ull’s. I shifted my hips just an inch and stared into those endless blue eyes. They sparkled in the sunlight. My arms were trapped beneath his torso, so I turned my palms upward to touch the spot where his chest met his shoulders. It was so smooth, so firm, and so very, very warm. My eyes never left his as I moved my thumb along the line of his shoulder, down his biceps and down to the crook of his arm. I drew a slow circle inside his elbow and Ull blinked.
“Kristia,” he whispered.
“Yes?” I tried to reach up to stroke the stubble lining his square chin, but my arms were pinned.
“You are not trying to defend yourself.”
“So?” I raised my head and kissed his jaw. “Maybe I don’t feel like fighting you off.”
“Mmm,” Ull closed his eyes as I kissed my way up to his ear. “So if someone came after you, you would just let them do this?”
He swiftly rolled onto his back, forcing me on top of him. He shoved his fingers in my hair and tugged gently, pulling my head back. He kept the other hand just above the bottom of my bikini, firmly pressing my hips into his. I squirmed against the hold, trying to find a way out of his grip. Though I tactically had the upper hand, I couldn’t move.
“Well I wouldn’t let just anyone do this.”
“I should hope not,” he growled softly. He raked his teeth along my throat and paused at the hollow of my neck. “Because this could end very badly for you.” He ran his tongue along my collarbone. I shivered.
In a lightning-quick move, Ull flipped me onto my back and pinned my arms above my head with one hand. I gazed adoringly at the fierce assassin glowering over me. “And this. What would you do if someone did this to you?”
“Uh,” I blinked. If I told Ull what I really wanted to do right now, I’d turn every possible shade of crimson.
“Focus Kristia.” Ull stared at me. “What would you do if you were trapped?”
“I… uh… I’d,” I blushed. “You seriously want me to fight you off?”
“If you are so bent on going through with this little exercise, then yes. Give it your best shot. And then I believe, you promised to pay me for the lesson.”
“Gladly.” I narrowed my eyes and wrenched my arm as hard as I could. It didn’t budge. I tried again but it was futile.
“You are outmaneuvered and I am twice your weight. Try something else.” Ull commanded.
I threw my shoulder into his chest and tried to roll to one side.
“You cannot out-force me. Look at the difference in our masses. Think tactically, Kristia. What can you do that will debilitate me?”
My eyes widened. “You don’t want me to--”
“I want you to find a way to get me off you. Do what you have to do.”
I closed my eyes and raised a knee to his groin. Ull groaned and rolled off me.
“I’m so sorry! You said to--”
He raised a hand and waved at me, turning away.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated.
“That was good.” He rolled back with a grimace. “But if someone is bent on capturing you, they will come back for more. And quickly. Your next step should be to run.”
“If you want I can get some ice for--”
“Run, darling.” It was a threat. “Now.”

About the Author:


Before finding domestic bliss in suburbia, ST Bende lived in Manhattan Beach (became overly fond of Peet’s Coffee) and Europe… where she became overly fond of McVities cookies. Her love of Scandinavian culture and a very patient Norwegian teacher inspired the books of The Elsker Saga (TUR, ELSKER and ENDRE). She is an audio co-host of #NALitChat, and helps compile indie new releases for the USA Today HEA blog. She hopes her characters make you smile and that one day, pastries will be considered a health food.

Find ST on Twitter, her blog, or send her an e-mail. While you’re at it, introduce yourself to @UllMyhr -- when he’s not saving the cosmos from dark elves, he loves meeting new friends. Especially the human kind. 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/stbende or @stbende
Email:  stbende(at)gmail(dot)com

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Hope you enjoy, and good luck to all!

TJ

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The Small Press Debate

Recently there's been a lot of conversation in the blogosphere on the validity of small presses in the publishing world. It's gotten so heated that pub peeps are arguing all over Twitter--and making interesting points on both sides. Because I'm both an agented writer aiming for publication, and an editor for a small press, both sides of the argument have drawn my attention. In case you've missed the conversation, I wanted to post links to some of the main points to get you caught up.

SFWA published this comprehensive post in their Writer Beware section a couple months back on evaluating the validity of a small press:
Small Presses

It started some conversation, but the most heated part of the debate began with this post from Beth Revis on Reddit listing the red flags for small presses that may not be on the up-and-up:
Some Small Presses Aren't Worth it

Beth's post caused riled-up small press publishers (and even some authors) to start defending themselves on Twitter. I won't name names, but you can read a slew of tweets from publishing world players and see some venom flying. Almost immediately, bestselling small press author Jennifer L. Armentrout put up this post on her blog:
My Name is JLA and I'm Published with a Small Press

Soon after, agents involved in the discussion began posting lists of specific small presses whose validity they could confirm, a useful addition to unpublished authors who were following the no-press-named debate online. For example, agency Foreword Literary, a new conglomerate of experienced agents, listed their favorites here:
Small Presses and the Interwebz

I think the moral of everyone's story is that there are some crappy small presses out there, and there are some great ones too, and each writer must do exhaustive research (starting by reading all of the links above) to figure out the best path for her particular manuscript.

TJ

Friday, July 26, 2013

Awesome Giveaway I Had to Share!

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  Giveaway Details 1 winner will receive their choice of a Kindle Fire 7" HD (US Only), $199 Amazon Gift Card or $199 in Paypal Cash (International). There is a second separate giveaway for bloggers who post this giveaway on their blog. See details in the rafflecopter on how to enter to win the 2nd Kindle Fire. Sponsor a future Kindle Fire Giveaway by signing up HERE. Ends 8/15/13 Open only to those who can legally enter, receive and use an Amazon.com Gift Code or Paypal Cash. Winning Entry will be verified prior to prize being awarded. No purchase necessary. You must be 18 or older to enter or have your parent enter for you. The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter and announced here as well as emailed and will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen. This giveaway is in no way associated with Facebook, Twitter, Rafflecopter or any other entity unless otherwise specified. The number of eligible entries received determines the odds of winning. Giveaway was organized by Kathy from I Am A Reader, Not A Writer http://iamareader.com and sponsored by the participating authors & bloggers. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW.   a Rafflecopter giveaway TJ

Saturday, July 20, 2013

In Stone Blog Tour Guest Post


Today I have author Louise D. Gornall on the blog for the last day of her In Stone blog tour. Find out all about her book (and enter the giveaway) at my post here. Welcome Louise!

Guest Post

by Louise D. Gornall, author of In Stone


Hey guys. So this is the last stop on my blog tour *sob*. Thank you so much Tiffany for having me over today.

I wanted to have a chat with you all about writing friends….

When I first started writing I didn’t have any writer friends, and my reader friends were few and far between. Happily I’m an internet fan and decided to join Twitter when I saw some folks chatting about it on my Facebook feed. Truth: I joined Twitter to stalk celebrities, not track down a writing community. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as an online writing community. Anyways, in my Twitter bio I happened to mention that I liked writing and books. After a quick One Direction stalking session, I signed out and didn’t think twice about the Twitterverse until my phone sent me an ‘Interaction alert’.  I had a follower, who liked books and who tweeted about books! And then that follower turned into two more who didn’t just like books, they liked writing too.

A couple of weeks later and I was following a few hundred bookish-writer-type folks and they were following me back. I got chatting to all these people about beta reading, query letters and word counts. I learnt about genres, agents and book blogs. I had no idea this info was so readily available, and people, writer people, were so ready to hand it out -- for free! You guys have to keep in mind that I skipped into this author idea, twisting a pigtail round my finger and chewing on my bottom lip. I had no idea, just had some words written on my computer and a JK Rowling delusion bouncing around inside my head.

As well as a hubbub of advice, Twitter is home to some of the most supportive people I’ve ever “met”. In the acknowledgments section of In Stone I wanted to list all the friends that had critiqued my book, talked me off a ledge at one time or another, or retweeted an In Stone promotional tweet, but there just wasn’t enough room to name everyone individually.

I’ll never forget coming across a quote that said writing is a solitary profession. I think I actually laughed out loud. If you make the decision to take the publishing journey alone obviously that’s up to you, but there’s no way I could have done this without friends. Writer friends understand what it feels like to have strangers ask things like Have you written anything that I might have heard of? Or Writing; it’s not really work, it’s more of a hobby. How lovely that you get to sit around being a writer all day. Writer friends understand how soul destroying it is to put your work out there and have it rejected over and over again. They understand how painfully slow this process is and why you can’t stop crying when you can’t fix a sentence. Above all things writer/bookish friends cheer for you regardless. So this post is for my social media friends, as I couldn’t extend my thanks in the back of the book without tripling its size, but I felt that I needed to because, sincerely, In Stone wouldn’t have been possible without them. 


Thanks for reading guys, I hope Louise has inspired you to get out there and form some writerly connections of your own!

TJ

Monday, July 1, 2013

In Stone Blog Tour Kick-Off


Beau Bailey is suffering from a post-break-up meltdown when she happens across a knife in her local park and takes it home. Less than a week later, the new boy in school has her trapped in an alley; he’s sprouted horns and is going to kill Beau unless she hands over the knife.

Until Eighteenth-century gargoyle, Jack, shows up to save her.Jack has woken from a century-long slumber to tell Beau that she’s unwittingly been drafted into a power struggle between two immortal races: Demons and Gargoyles. The knife is the only one in existence capable of killing immortals and they’ll tear the world apart to get it back. To draw the warring immortals away from her home, Beau goes with Jack in search of the mind-bending realm known as the Underworld, a place where they’ll hopefully be able to destroy the knife and prevent all hell from breaking loose. That is, provided they can outrun the demons chasing them


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Excerpt


As a general rule, nobody walks the Switch on account of the overgrown nettle bushes, a pungent aroma of foot infection, and a collective fear of encountering something feral. However, the Switch shaves at least ten minutes off my journey, and lately I don’t trust the dark. I blame my encounter with the almost-corpse, two nights ago. Before then the dark was just a natural progression; something to be slept in, a different color in the sky. Now, shadows make me jump, and the dark carries a silence that makes me think of funerals. It breathes life into creatures that had always been safely contained behind a TV screen. I make my way down the Switch, striding over vicious flora and trying to ignore the occasional nip that sinks straight through my jeans.

“Hey, Beau!” A voice from behind startles me. When I turn, Gray is jogging in my direction, thwarting thorn bushes with his bare hands. “I was looking for you.”

The hairs on the back of my neck bristle. My hand is in my pocket, and my fingers are wrapped around a slender cylinder of pepper spray as he reaches me.

“Well you found me. What’s up?”

“There’s something I need to ask you,” he says sheepishly. He hammers his toe against the ground, grinding it nervously into the dirt and crushing several stems of dandelion into gold dust. He giggles; it’s a soft, sweet sound that suffocates my hostility. He reminds me of Mark moments before he’d asked me out on our first date. Maybe this guy could be the one to liberate me from my social network sabbatical. Maybe my slightly-too-heavy eyeliner and my reputation as the mortician’s daughter hasn’t freaked him out.

“Really?” Surprise raises my pitch. “What’s that?” The pepper spray is abandoned in my pocket.

“Where’s the knife?” he replies, snatching my throat and slamming my back up against the concrete wall. It’s so forceful, so hard, that my spine ripples. Red flashes across my vision. The muscles in my neck go slack, and my head flops forward. He stabs his thumb up under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. His eyes are like the moon; cold, giant circles of icy-silver. But a change in his eye color is nothing in comparison to the change happening on either side of his head. I don’t understand it. It makes me wonder, briefly, if what I’m seeing is a side effect of the migraine pills Leah slipped me at lunch. Gray is growing horns. Giant grey horns that slide out of the side of his skull and then curl like springs around his ears. They’re animal.

Review Snippets:


Straight away I was drawn in by the story and Louise's fantastic writing style, and I really struggled to put it down.”

If a story can have me so invested that it brings out those kind of emotions in me - whether happy or sad - then I know I've found another to add to my favourites, and In Stone was one of those books.”

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About the Author:

Louise is a graduate of Garstang Community Academy. She is currently studying for a BA (Hons) in English language and literature with special emphasis on creative writing. YA aficionado. Brit bird. Film nerd. Identical twin. Junk food enthusiast. Rumored pink Power Ranger. Zombie apocalypse 2012 survivor. She is also an avid collector of book boyfriends. Find her at: FacebookTwitter, Website: Bookishblurb.com

TJ

Monday, June 24, 2013

And the Yippees Keep on Coming!

I've just added a(nother) notch to my resume, and I am beyond excited about it!


Anyone who's hip in the lit world is familiar with the site LitReactor, which has authors, editors, and agents on staff to keep readers updated on all things cool in the lit world. Seriously. The call for applications said, "You must be awesome. The non-awesome need not apply. And you need to tell us why you're awesome, in 300 words or less (no kidding—we're going to count them)." They're like the Mean Girls of the lit world. Only cooler. And smarter.

The LitReactor peeps even teach classes and put together a monthly e-zine compiling each month's columns and features. Their contributors write unique pieces full of sharp wit and timely topics, which means the site only publishes top quality work.

Y'all, this site is a HUGE deal. They have over 11,000 followers, both on Facebook and Twitter. They are huge. Did I mention they're huge? They're huge. And oh yeah, they're huuuuuuuuge.

And not to pat myself on the back or anything (okay, I'm patting myself on the back), but I just landed a monthly column! Which is a huge accomplishment, considering this was also part of the job posting: "Do you have what it takes to be a LitReactor columnist? Think hard before you answer. Our recruitment process is vigorous, and includes a drinking test, feats of strength, and a six-day survival challenge, in which you'll be abandoned in the Australian outback with a dull knife and a can of Diet Coke." (Man, that application process was rigorous!) 

I applied on a whim, thinking there was no way on God's green earth I was getting the column. Except that I did. And now I have to prove month after month that I'm awesome. No pressure.

The column is called Trip Lit, and will relive classic road trip games through the lens of literature. Sounds strange, right? Stay with me. I've got lots of idea already, and can't wait to leak them out one month at a time.

My staff bio is now posted to the site, which means I'm an official member of the LitReactor family. And my first Trip Lit column is due out in mid-July, assuming I can write something awesome enough by then! Wish me luck...

TJ

Monday, June 17, 2013

Launch Party! Once Upon a Darkness by Aria Kane


Gretchen and her twin brother, Hank, were abandoned to a zombie horde when they were five years old. Intended to be a sacrifice by their zealot parents, they were instead rescued by The Company. Raised to become soldiers in the war against zombies, they now provide safe passage through danger zones, one contract at a time.

Clint's only skill is war, but he's weary of killing other men. When his contract with the Marines runs out, he takes a job on Gretchen's team, hoping that the search-and-rescue life will suit him better.

On Clint's second day, their four-man team is attacked, drugged, and taken to a prison full of frightened civilians. The only way in or out is by helicopter and, here, their enemies are human. One by one, the captives are culled from the holding area. Rumors say the facility director uses the prisoners as experimental subjects for the testing of a zombie cure.

When Hank is culled, Clint and Gretchen must put aside their personal feelings and find a way out of the prison, surrounded by thousands of starving zombies, before Hank becomes just one more disposable guinea pig in the hands of a twisted mad woman.


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Excerpt


"Can we try something else?" Clint swung the practice sword in a wide sweep. "I think I got this motion down."

"When you're facing a crowd of zombies, there's no time to think," a woman's voice said behind him.

He spun, sword in hand. She lunged at him. He had enough time to register pale skin and straight white-blonde hair atop a lithe frame before her arms crashed into his shoulders with shocking force. Air rushed painfully from his lungs as his back hit the ground. His sword rattled out of reach. She crouched on top of him, somehow holding him down with not much more than a hundred pounds to her. Eyes the color of ice on an Alaskan glacier stared back at him.

"If I were a zombie, you'd be a three-course meal right now." The woman, who was maybe a few years younger than him, snapped her jaw and laughed.

"Or a new zombie, yourself," another male voice said. Clint looked over her shoulder to find the male version of his attacker standing about twenty feet back from the scene. Next to him, a mountain of a man smirked with amusement. All three of them were nuts.

She shaped her hand like a gun and pressed it to his forehead. "No, I'd kill you before I let that happen." She said it casually, like telling someone lunch was ready.

"Thanks?" Was this some sort of weird initiation?

The woman leapt to her feet and yanked him up after her. She tapped the back of his skull. "When you're attacked, your lizard brain takes over. You have to do something like a sword swing or a roundhouse kick thousands of times so that it becomes instinctual. Hesitation is fatal." She punctuated her words with practiced movements; the swinging of an imaginary sword and a roundhouse kick aimed at the practice target.

"Right." He had known this, of course, but had forgotten it in the absolute boredom of swinging the sword the same way for hours.

The woman stood there with her hands on her hips as if she were waiting for some kind of applause.

He didn't know what else to say that would keep her from jumping him again. Though, now that he got a good look at her, maybe he wouldn't mind another roll in the dirt. She was tall, with long legs bared by khaki shorts. A tiny white tank top stretched over a black sports bra that definitely earned its keep. Lean muscle stretched along the full length of her arms, torso, and legs. Strapped to her legs and waist were weapon holsters of all varieties that - in his mind, at least - only made her sexier.

"What are you, Zombie Slayer Barbie?"

About the Author:


Aria Kane is a recovering mechanical engineer and romance writer. She lives in sunny Florida with a 60 lb mutt who thinks he's a Chihuahua.

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To celebrate the release of Once Upon a Darkness, Aria Kane is giving away a Kobo Vox (Android) eReader with a red leather case to one winner (US residents only), and a choice of any Entranced ebook to another winner (international entries welcome).