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My Birthday Celebration!

28 Aug

Yayyyyy, it’s my birthday!!!   I’ve heard that a woman’s first 39th is her best.  Lol.   Seriously, I intend for this year to be a Farewell to my Thirties, and I intend to do big things!

First off, we’ll start with today.

I’ve decided to put a ton of my titles on sale today in celebration.

Birthday book Sale Banner

 

Confessions of an Alli Cat
Dante’s Girl
Mia’s Heart
The Minaldi Legacy
Soul Kissed
Soul Bound

 

So if you haven’t read any of these titles, now is the perfect time to try them!

And as you know, Guardian re-releases today.  It’s $.99 for today only, so if you love YA Paranormal Romance, pick it up!

GUARDIAN ARC for INKSLINGER - Courtney Cole

It’s available on AMAZON, iTunes, B&N and Kobo

**It’s taking a while to upload to B&N.  But when it goes live, I’ll leave the price at $.99 for an entire day**

Anyway.  I hope you all have a fabulous August 28th!!

 

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A Birthday Celebration!

18 Aug

So, my birthday is on August 28th.  I’ll be celebrating a few things.

One, I’ll be turning 39, so I’ll be celebrating the start of the last of my 30’s.   I’ll also be celebrating the re-release of my debut novel, GUARDIAN…which is a big deal to me.

GUARDIAN was my first book.  It was the thing, the cathartic thing, that kept me from drowning in grief after my dad died.  It was also the pivotal thing that pulled me into the writing world and changed my life forever.

To celebrate these things, I’ll be throwing a virtual party on my birthday.

Guardian 10 Days

GUARDIAN will be re-released.  On release day, my birthday, it will be $.99 for digital copies for that one day only.

Also, for that one day only, the following books of mine (which are some of my favorites) will be on sale for $.99:

Dante’s Girl (Book 1 of The Paradise Diaries)

The Minaldi Legacy 

Confessions of an Alli Cat  (Book 1 of the Cougar Chronicles) 

Soul Kissed (Book 1 of The Moonstone Saga) 

If you watch my books at all, then you’ll know this is a big deal, because my books are seldom on sale.

Anyway, I hope you’re all having a great day. As for me, I’m just gonna be over here… counting down the days til my birthday.  Have a great week!

All of Court’s Men: Brennan

10 Mar

Happy Monday!

It’s Brennan week here on All of Court’s Men.  Yayyyy!!  Brennan is from the Moonstone Saga, which is a spin-off series of the Bloodstone Saga (the series we featured last week).

A man holding a stylized electric bolt.

 

Question: When your mother is a powerful witch and your father is a soul-sucking vampire, what does that make you?
Answer: Cursed.

With all the beauty and charm of a Siren, but cursed as a blood-sucking succubus, Empusa longs for love and a normal life. Neither of these can ever be hers, because the only thing she brings to anyone she loves is death.

Em lingers in the mortal world, hiding from her father and existing in a lonely life. Until she meets Brennan. With golden hair and a radiant smile, he captures her heart and awakens it from slumber.

But Brennan is more than he seems. And in a relationship where life itself hangs in the balance, is love ever really enough?

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The Moonstone Saga currently consists of two books, Soul Kissed (book one) and Soul Bound (book two).  Princess of the Night will be book three, but the release date is still TBD.   I’m working to wrap up my unfinished indie series, and this one is still on the list.

If you like mythology and paranormal, this series is for you.    In fact, here’s the first chapter so you can get a taste:

Chapter One

I see colors.  Blurs of colors blend together in distorted shapes, vivid and muted, light and dark.  This is what always happens and so I immerse myself in the familiarity of it now as I allow my eyes to un-focus.  As my reality becomes a colorful haze around me, I know it is for the best.  I don’t want to stare into this man’s eyes as I kill him.

With a quick breath, I inhale his life.  Even though it is feeble and sick and hollow, I allow it to slide down my throat, expanding my lungs with what was left of his vitality.  In all honesty, there wasn’t much there. Cancer had sucked at him for years, taking his strength and his will to survive.  But this little puff of life was enough for me.  It would sustain me for a few weeks.

I opened my eyes just in time to find his turning cloudy and I knew that he was gone.  Fighting back regret, I straightened and gazed down at the man in the hospital bed, combing his blonde hair back with my fingers.  He was slender and handsome, quiet and witty.  I had truly liked him, as much as I dared to like anyone, anyway.

Divorced, 39-year old Daniel Delacorte.  His daughter had died when she was only fifteen in a freak car accident.  Apparently, she had been beautiful, vibrant and lovely. When she died, his will to live was buried with her.  And then at that most inopportune time, right when he was drowning in grief, he had been diagnosed with stage IV cancer.

He wouldn’t have lasted much longer, even without my interference. Mortal lives were so often tragic.  I had seen the tell-tale weariness in his eyes a few weeks back when I had bumped into him in the hospital halls.  It was the kind of weariness that only a person who was ready to die possessed, a haunting, bone-sucking exhaustion.

I had smiled at him… that was all.  And then, because I reminded him of his daughter, he felt an instant connection with me.  Little did he know that I would send him to meet her.

The door flew open and a team of nurses noisily shoved a crash cart in front of them.

“Move back,” one of them ordered me as she yanked two paddles from an aging, yellowed machine.

Obligingly, I scooted against the wall.  I felt nothing as I watched them work over Daniel’s lifeless body, nothing as one of his hands dangled limply over the side of the bed.  His fingers were pale.  For months, he had been too sick to go outdoors into the sunshine.  A normal person might have felt sadness at this, but I still felt nothing.

I had been doing this for so long. I had long since learned to harden myself against what I had to do.  If I didn’t, I would go insane.  To survive, I embraced the numbness.

A doctor tiredly loped through the doorway, barely glancing at Daniel.  The nurses had been futilely working for several minutes now. I knew it was hopeless and apparently, this exhausted doctor did too.

“Time of death?” he asked the closest nurse, the one wearing faded puppy dog scrubs.  Her face was pained as she glanced up, first at the doctor and then at the clock.

“5:03.”

They stopped working and the doctor turned to me.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, miss.  There is a chapel down the hall and we can call a chaplain for you, if you’d like.”

I shook my head.

“That’s not necessary.  I only met Daniel a few weeks ago, here in the hospital.  He didn’t have anybody, so I started visiting him here…” my voice trailed off.

The doctor briefly assessed me with trained, weary eyes.  I honestly think he was too tired to care what my relationship was to his patient.  He clearly needed a good night’s sleep.  After a moment, he nodded.

“Well, if you change your mind—“ But he was interrupted as the door swung open and a boy stood in the doorframe.

My first inclination was to think boy, but he was probably eighteen or so.  After being around for a thousand years, all mortal men began to seem like boys to me.  Whatever his age, this one was handsome. Sandy blonde hair, warm hazel eyes, athletic tanned build. He was well-dressed in a pair of expensive jeans and a soft black leather jacket.   His eyes were pretty and they widened when he saw Daniel.

The doctor turned to him.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be in here.”

The boy straightened his broad shoulders and thrust out his chin.  “He’s my uncle.  I’m Brennan Delacorte.”

I was surprised, but tried not to show it.  Daniel hadn’t mentioned any other family.  He always talked about feeling alone because of the loss of his daughter.  He was divorced and no one ever came to visit him, so I honestly hadn’t thought that he would leave a grieving family behind.  I gulped and fought back guilt.  I was definitely feeling something now and I didn’t like it. This situation broke one of my own rules.  I always aimed for men who would leave no one.

The doctor hurried to the boy.  “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said quickly.  “We did everything we could, but your uncle… well, I think he was just ready.”

The boy nodded silently, his eyes frozen on his uncle.

“Are your parents with you?” the doctor asked.  “You probably shouldn’t be alone.”

Brennan shook his head and swallowed, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t trust his voice.  And I couldn’t help myself. The vulnerable, sad look on his face combined with my rush of guilt did me in and the words were out before I could take them back.

“I’ll stay with him.”

Brennan’s head whipped around and I realized that he hadn’t even noticed that I was in the room.  His eyes widened again, but this time in confusion.  I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he wondered who I was.

“My name’s Em,” I explained softly.  “I met your uncle here at the hospital a while ago.  He was a really nice person.”

“Yes, he was.” Brennan relaxed.  I could see it as his shoulders un-tightened.  It never ceased to amaze me.  My presence was soothing to mortals, it drew them in.  In reality, it should alarm them, put them on edge and cause them to run far, far away from me. But they never did.

The doctor nodded and took his leave as the one lingering nurse straightened Daniel’s blankets.  With one last sympathetic gaze, she left Brennan and I alone.

I watched this boy curiously as he slowly approached his dead uncle.  It had been so long since I had allowed my heart to warm to something.  I didn’t like it that way, but it was simply the way things had to be.  It was interesting to me now to watch the sadness flit across this boy’s handsome features.  I felt a small twinge, somewhere deep within me, but I ignored it.  I had gotten very good at tampering unwanted feelings down.

“I didn’t know him very well,” Brennan said softly as he picked up Daniel’s limp arm and replaced it next to his still body.  “After his daughter died, he kind of withdrew from the world.  He thought no one understood.  He stopped talking to my dad, and everyone else for that matter, and life went on without him.”

“I don’t think that he really wanted to go on,” I offered limply.  What else could I say?  I’m sorry, but I just shortened your uncle’s already terminal life because I needed his soul?  Yeah, that would be an icebreaker, for sure.

“I know.  He’s been like that ever since Kayla’s accident.”

Brennan gazed down at his uncle and I paused at the expression on his face.  He was still loving, still reverent, even though Daniel had shut them all out in his grief.  It was fascinating.  Mortals were so different from those in my world.  But then, I had a father who was trying to kill me.  That might slant my views somewhat.

“Are you, er, sick, too?” Brennan asked me hesitantly as his hazel eyes skimmed over my body. I knew he was searching for the tell-tale sickly, sallow look of a cancer patient.  I shook my head.

“No.  I volunteer here.  I read to children, sit with sick adults, stuff like that.”

Appreciation flickered on his face and I unconsciously took a step back.  No.  Do not like me, I silently commanded him. Not that it would work.  Men were always drawn to me.  They couldn’t help it.  It was one of my gifts. Or a curse, depending on how you looked at it.

“That’s a very nice thing for you to do,” he acknowledged softly.  I saw the attraction in his eyes and I took a sharp breath.  For some reason, his warm, vulnerable gaze appealed to me and I wanted to tell him that I was dangerous, to stay away.  But of course I couldn’t.

“It’s not a big deal,” I said instead.  “I like it.”

That wasn’t the truth.  I didn’t like being here, because I only came here when it was getting close to time to feed.  The hospital was the perfect place to find people on death’s doorstep.  It was the only thing I could do to assuage my guilt, to placate my conscience.  If I took the life of someone who was going to die anyway, it wasn’t really killing them, was it?  That’s what I told myself anyway.

I looked through the empty doorway, half expecting more of his family members to show up. “Is your father coming?”

Brennan shook his head.  “No.  And he doesn’t know that I’m here.  The hospital called this morning to tell us that Daniel’s situation was serious. But my dad wouldn’t come.  They had some bad blood at the end.”

“That’s really sad,” I murmured.  “Your uncle was a good person.”

“I thought you didn’t know him very well?” he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“I didn’t.  I’m just good at gauging people. It’s a gift.” I shrugged my shoulders.  It was easy to gauge someone when you drank their soul and the very essence of who they were fed you.  But I didn’t mention that part.

“My dad’s a good person, too,” Brennan said.  “But they’re both stubborn.  They both said harsh things and neither of them would take them back.  And sometimes, when that happens with family, it’s worse than with anyone else because you trusted them more to begin with.  You know?”

He had no idea how well I knew.  My own father had traded my soul for his own freedom from the Underworld, transferring his hateful curse onto me.  I definitely understood familial betrayal. I lived with it every day.

I nodded. “I know.”

Brennan gave me a sheepish look.  “I’m sorry for telling you these things.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think just seeing my uncle like this… it was a shock…”

I almost took a step forward and put my hand on his shoulder and that inclination startled me. I knew better. For anyone else, that would be a simple, harmless gesture.  But not for me.  I stayed where I was.

“I’m really sorry for your loss,” I offered instead.  “I know it’s hard.”

Brennan nodded wordlessly.  He gazed at his uncle one more time before turning back to me.  “Hey.  Do you want to go down to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee? I don’t feel like going home just yet.“

He was hesitant, but hopeful.  Something about his voice reminded me of warm maple syrup. Warm and thick, yet somehow sexy at the same time.  I felt the stirrings deep in my belly, the ones that urged me to step closer and inhale this man.  I took another subconscious step back.  Quickly.

“I can’t,” I answered.  “I’m sorry.”

Brennan studied me for a moment, his head cocked.  I had definitely been wrong.  He wasn’t a boy.  He had the serious gaze of a man.  It reminded me of warm honey.  A stare like that could be dangerous.

“Please?” he added.  “I’d like to be with someone who spent time with Daniel at the end.  I can’t explain it. I just want to make sure that he was okay. I won’t take much of your time, I promise.  Just one cup of coffee.”

I had more time than he could ever imagine.  I was immortal.  That was a fact I reminded myself of as I stared at this appealing man-boy.  Yes, he was handsome and sexy, but I could handle him. I could handle anything.  My mother was the goddess of witchcraft, for Pete’s sake- the most powerful witch in the world.  Some of her strength had to have rubbed off on me.

I finally nodded. “Alright. Just one cup.”

He smiled and I could swear the room brightened.  I appraised his face quickly.  Why was I drawn to him?  I wasn’t hungry.  Physically, he was handsome.  Classic features, healthy, vibrant coloring.  My pulse buzzed in my wrist, quick and feather-light.  I swallowed hard.  I didn’t normally do this. There was no point.  But for once, I listened to my heart, not my head.  It would be nice to not be lonely for a few minutes.

Brennan held the door for me and I slipped past him, careful not to touch him.  As I passed, though, I inhaled.  He smelled delicious, like sunshine and man.  A wave of weakness passed over me and I bolstered my self-restraint.  I would not hurt him.

 He punched at the elevator button and we waited, him patiently, me not-so-much. I had grown to hate the smell of hospitals, that sterile, medicinal smell, and I wanted to leave here.  Now. My purpose here was done and I wouldn’t have to come back for a few weeks.

With a melodic ‘ding’, the metal doors opened and Brennan gestured me forward.

“Your chariot,” he smiled.

I couldn’t help but smile back.  He had such an easy, laid back way about him.  His spirit seemed… almost gentle.  And that seemed strange because he was so huge.  I hadn’t realized how enormous he was until we stepped into the elevator and I saw our reflections. The top of my head only reached his chest.

As we glided downward to the main floor, I discreetly looked at him in the mirror.  He really was handsome.  Broad, muscular shoulders, slim hips, sandy blonde hair that just started to flip upward at his neckline.   It made him look a little mischievous.  Warm hazel eyes that seemed almost like butterscotch and… were looking directly at me.  He raised an eyebrow and I looked away quickly.  He had totally just caught me giving him the once-over.  Drat. That was the last thing I needed right now.

The doors slid open and he held out his arm.

“After you,” he said quietly.

His voice was husky and I found myself wishing I could take a bath in it.  It was gentle and sexy at the same time.  As soon as I had the thought, though, I wanted to slap myself. What in the name of the gods was wrong with me?  I had never been so affected by a mortal.  Not ever.

As I stepped past him, he moved slightly and I bumped into him.  Our forearms collided, the length of my arm from wrist to elbow pressed against him.  White hot electricity jolted through me and I exhaled sharply, the breath seemingly forced from my lungs as my fingertips tingled.  Brennan inhaled at the same time, his eyes un-focusing slightly from the contact.

Shit.

His aura appeared to me, a vivid array of colors and my breath hitched in my throat, my lips automatically opening just a bit.  His energy was delicious, sweet and pure, and I was hard-pressed to pull away.  As I slid my tongue along my bottom lip, I could taste it….I could taste him.  His energy was incredible.   I felt an almost uncontrollable need to draw nearer to him, just a little.

I can handle it. My own thoughts betrayed me.

Before I could help myself, I stepped closer…like a moth to a flame.  My lips hovered just a couple of inches from his and we lingered there, like we were the only two people in the world, drawn together by an invisible ribbon of energy.  My heart took off like helicopter blades and I felt it thrumming in my chest, louder with each beat until it drowned out cognizant thought.

Brennan’s hazel eyes stared into mine, the flecks of gold shining in the dim light of the elevator.  I tried to focus, to concentrate on his eyes rather than the incredible pull that I felt toward him as I fought to gather the strength to move.  I just needed to move away. It shouldn’t be so hard.

But as I willed my feet to move, Brennan reached out his fingers and touched mine, fingertips to fingertips.

Sensations I’d never felt before, as soft as velvet but as strong as steel, flooded through my body, filling every vein, lifting me like I was floating on the swelling waves of the ocean.  It was exquisite, unique and petrifying.

“What the hell…” Brennan murmured, his eyes still frozen to mine.  His voice was quiet and raspy and filled with wonder, but it was enough to break my fixation on him and I yanked away, lunging out of the elevator.

“Wait!” he called to me, his urgency bleeding through his voice.

But I was already running down the hall. I had to get away from him.  Far, far away before I hurt him.  Curious nurses moved out of my way as I ran and I didn’t look back even though Brennan was still calling my name.

I took the nearest exit, throwing the door open so hard that it slammed into the cinderblocks behind it and I flew down the stairs with the speed of the gods.

What the hell was that? I had never felt that way before in my life.

Typically, when I fed, I started the process at my will.  It was a conscious effort, something that I could easily control.  My self-restraint was never tested.  It was just like kissing.  I simply brushed my lips against theirs and sucked their souls right out of their bodies.  It was quick and painless.

But with Brennan… I certainly had no intentions of stealing his soul, yet his aura had appeared with just my touch.  He was young and vibrant and alive…and I wanted him. I wanted him like I had never wanted anything else in my life.  My need for him had filled me up, distracted me, overwhelmed me.  I had never felt a connection like that before. 

It was startling.

Amazing.

Terrifying.

Because it was incredible.  Emotion had flooded my body, pulsing through my heart… waking it from an ever-long slumber.   And because of that, I could never see him again.  My curse made me dangerous.

I killed everyone that loved me.

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Soul Kissed, the first book in the Moonstone Saga, will be on sale this week for $.99, so now is the time to check it out!

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Brennan

Holiday with Hotties: Hades

15 Dec

Hey everyone,

Before I begin my interview with Hades on this seventh day of my contest, I just want to say that I’m absolutely heartbroken about the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School.  As I watched the interviews yesterday on the news, my heart just shattered.  And I’m heartbroken still.  It’s an unimaginable, horrible thing.  My prayers are with the victims and their families during this horrible time.  I fell asleep last night praying about them, actually, and I will continue to pray for them.  I don’t usually speak of religious things in public forums, but it is my belief that God is the only one who can pull people through something as devastating as this.

Okay.  For today’s interview, I have Hades…  from Soul Kissed and Soul Bound (The Moonstone Saga), although he did make an appearance in My Tattered Bonds (The Bloodstone Saga).  He’s a dark enigma, the god of the Underworld.  And he is certainly fascinating.  For those that don’t know, the Hades in my books has a distinct gift of being attractive to anyone near him.   It doesn’t matter if you are female or male, you find yourself drawn to him.   It’s part of his charm… and his gift.  I’ve braced for it today.  I’ll be in close proximity with him… the things I do for my readers!  🙂

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(To set the stage, Hades is sitting on the sofa in my office.  He’s wearing black slacks, a white shirt with unbuttoned french cuffs and polished shoes.  He’s got dark hair, dark eyes and his entire persona radiates something dangerous.  I’m both immediately put on edge and attracted to him.  I sit on the far end of the sofa).

Me:  Hades, the last I heard from you was at the end of Soul Bound, when you and Empusa were readying for a war of the gods.  I don’t want any spoilers here, for readers who haven’t yet read the book, but can you tell me if Empusa is doing alright?  What preparations are you making for war?

Hades:  *arches an elegant eyebrow*  Why thank you, Courtney.  It’s so good to be here.  (I grin sheepishly as I realize that I didn’t thank him for being here.)   Em is doing very well.  She’s strong, like her father, and she is ready to do anything that she must do.

Me:  I’m glad to hear that.  In Soul Bound, you got to spend quite some time with Brennan, Em’s love interest.  Is it safe to say that you came to like him?

Hades:  *stares at me*  Oh, Courtney,  my dear.  I would have thought that you would better understand the world of the gods by now.  It matters not if I like him. The only thing matters is if I can trust him- and that still remains to be seen.

Me:  Okay.  Valid point.  Can you at least concede that you realize now that Em truly loves him?

Hades:  *smiles charmingly and my knees grow weak*  I realize that Empusa truly loves him.  But the gods are fickle, my dear.  We are able to love many.

Me:  *smiles back*  That may be true, but most of you have someone that you are loyal to, someone that you love the most.  I’m sure that is the case for Brennan and Em.  And Persephone is that for you.  You might stray from her, but you always return to her side.  Correct?

Hades:  Of course.  She’s my wife and I love her.  Love is a relative thing.

Me: Um.  I think Love is fairly absolute.  You either love someone or you don’t.  It’s not really relative.

Hades:  *shakes head*  Oh, dear Courtney.  You’re mortal.  You don’t understand the vast breadth of everything.  Everything is relative, really.  Everything is fluid.  You will see that someday when you pass into the Underworld.

Me:  Well, hopefully that won’t be for quite a while.

Hades:  *stares*  We’ll see.  But when the time comes, you will enjoy my home.  It is more beautiful than anywhere in the world.

Me:  *politely*  Well, I’ll take your word for it for now.   Will you be giving Persephone a special gift for the holidays?  I realize that the gods don’t celebrate Christmas as we do, but I also know that you enjoy any excuse to celebrate.

Hades:  *shakes head*  I shower Persephone with gifts throughout the year.  She wants for nothing.  As soon as she does, I make sure the want is satisfied.

Me:  Um.  Okay.  You’re so matter of fact today.  You don’t seem yourself.  Is something wrong?

Hades:  No.  I’m sorry if I’m distracted. But we are planning a war, you know.  And I should probably get back to it.  I do thank you, dear, for having me here.  And I hope you and your readers have very happy holidays.

And he’s gone. Instantly.  He just vanished from my office and I’m sure he’s already back in the Underworld.  I have to shake my head– because I’ll never get used to that.

So, apparently our interview is finished.  I apologize that it ended so abruptly.  But Hades is Hades and you never know what he’ll do.

You have a letter from him today though- hidden in the post.  Yayyy!!  Tomorrow will be the last letter!

Please come back tomorrow– it’s a big day for me.   Not only is it the final day of the contest, when you will have the final letter to enter for the prize pack, but I also will be revealing my new leading man– and the cover for his book. I’m really excited about that.

Please also  join me today in praying for the victims of the Connecticut tragedy.  Hug your kids tight and be thankful for your family.

Best,

Courtney

My Upcoming Release Schedule

19 Sep

I thought I’d share a bit about my upcoming release/appearance schedule…

Okay, so my book Of Blood and Bone just released.   You can find it on Amazon or Barnes and Noble.com

This last summer, Dante’s Girl released.  You can find it on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.com

The most common questions that I hear all of the time now are “How many books will be in the Minaldi Legacy?  And How many books will be in the Paradise Diaries?”

There are three books planned in The Minaldi Legacy.  Book two (which is still untitled) has a tentative release date of Winter 2012.   Book three will likely release in Spring 2013.

I don’t know yet how many books will be in The Paradise Diaries.  Book Two (Mia & Quinn) will release in the Late Fall 2012.   I’m thinking that there will be four books, but that is not set in stone.

I also still get the question about how many books will be in the Moonstone Saga.  There will be three books.  Book One, Soul Kissed and Book Two, Soul Bound are available now.  Book Three, Princess of the Night, will likely release sometime in 2013.

I had previously planned on releasing a sequel to Princess, called Glass Castles.  I have put that on the back-burner right now.  For now, I think I’ll let Sydney and Stephen have their happy ending.  I may write additional books for them in the future, but that’s still up in the air.

As far as appearances/signings, I’m planning to stay put for awhile.  I’ve got a bunch of writing to get done so I can’t be out participating in shenanigans– as fun as that might be.  I’ll let you know if that changes and when my next signing is scheduled.

Hope you’re having a fabulous Wednesday!

Character Interview with Empusa from Soul Kissed

27 Feb

You may know that I am writing a spin-off series to the Bloodstone Saga, called The Moonstone  Saga. The first book, Soul Kissed, is already available on Amazon and I am currently working on the sequel, Soul Bound.

The Moonstone Saga follows Empusa, the daughter of the goddess of witchcraft and the moon.  She carries a curse and secrets and a heavy heart because of those very things.    She is also beautiful, elegant, graceful and very, very deadly.  I’m lucky to have her on my blog today for an interview, but even though I know she’d never hurt me, my heart is racing as I sit across from her.

She is curled up on one of the chairs in my office, dressed in a simple, white dress with her long legs tucked beneath her.  Her hair is long and pulled into a simple chignon at her neck.  She is drop-dead-take-your-breath-away-gorgeous.   I can’t decide what I am more of– jealous or terrified.  Deciding not to dwell on either thing, I simply decide to just start the interview. I clear my throat, look at my notes and take a deep breath.

Me:  Empusa, do you feel like talking about your curse at all?

Empusa:  No, not really.  My father traded my soul to gain his own freedom from the Underworld.  I’m now cursed to spend my life drinking the blood and souls of mortals until the curse is reversed by Hades himself.  What more is there to say?

Me:   Excellent point.  I think you pretty much covered it.  Could you explain your relationship with Brennan to readers who might not have read about you yet?

Empusa:  There are readers who haven’t read my story yet?  *raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow*  I can’t imagine why.  It’s fairly interesting, as far as those things go.   But of course I can explain.  A long, long time ago, Zeus split everyone’s soul into two.  He figured that if everyone was more concerned with finding their other half, they wouldn’t be concerned with overthrowing his throne.   Brennan and I are a result of that.  He’s my soul mate.  I would move mountains for him.

Me:  When did you know that he was your soul mate?

Empusa:  The first time we met, we knew there was something special there.  There was literally electricity in the air when we touched.  We figured it out shortly after that.

Me: But there are complications.  He’s the son of Apollo– your polar opposite.  He’s got the powers of the sun and you’ve got the powers of the moon.  If you don’t learn to control your combined power, you could both die… and cause an apocalypse in the mortal world.  Right?

Empusa: *shrugs one elegant shoulder*  Everyone’s got their baggage.

Me:  So, you have characteristics of a siren and a succubus.  What is your favorite part of that lifestyle?

Empusa:  *stares at me incredulously*  Courtney, you must be joking.  There is not a single part of that lifestyle that I enjoy.  Would you enjoy being beautiful for the sole purpose of luring someone to you so that you could kill them?  Seriously, would you? 

Me:  Of course not.

Empusa:  Then why in the world would I?

Me:  I don’t know.  I guess I thought that there might be some aspects that you might actually like.  I apologize, I meant no offense.

Empusa:  *settles into her chair and takes a sip of her water*  No, no.  I’m sorry.  I know you meant no offense. I guess I’m just a little bit sensitive. Until this wretched curse is lifted, I’ll remain that way, I guess.  Sensitive.

Me:  Some might call it bitchy.

Empusa:  *glares at me*  Don’t push your luck, Courtney.

*I smile at her and continue with my questions, trying to ignore the fact that she could quite literally kill me in one millisecond.*

Me:  So, you and Brennan are fighting hard to get your curse overturned so that you have a happily-ever-after.  What would that be for you?  What is your idea of paradise?

Empusa:   My idea of paradise is a life where I don’t have to run and hide from my snake of a father.  A life where my life is not dependent on the life of a mortal to sustain it.  A life that I can spend with Brennan.  That’s all. I don’t really ask for much.

Me:  No, I guess you don’t.  You want what the rest of us take for granted, I suppose.  I’m sorry for that, Empusa.

Empusa:  Don’t apologize.  You didn’t do this to me.

Me:  True.  I didn’t.  But it doesn’t stop me from wishing that your life could be different.

Empusa:  My life will be different.  Brennan and I are working hard to make sure of it.

Me:  If you had one message to relay to my readers, what would it be?

Empusa:  *Stares at me, her gray eyes thoughtful*  That’s hard.  I would tell them to cherish the ones that they love.  To hold those that are loyal to them close.  They just don’t know how good they’ve got it.

Me:  That’s an excellent message, Empusa, and one we should all remember.  Thank you for coming here today.  It’s been good seeing you.  I can’t wait to learn more of your story.

Empusa:  Thank you for having me, Courtney.  I can’t wait until you write more of my story.  I can’t believe you were worried that I’d hurt you.  I would never take your soul.  If something happened to you, there would be no one left to finish my story.

Me:  Touché.   I’d forgotten you could read minds.

Empusa:  *Smiles broadly and then uncurls very elegantly from her chair.  She glances at me once, then disappears into thin air.*

I take a deep breath and look around.  My office was suddenly empty and I was alone.  After another moment, my heart slows back down to normal.   I really don’t know why I was so nervous in the first place.  I knew Empusa wouldn’t hurt me.  She only took the blood and souls of people who were sick and dying.  She hated having to do it.  She would never hurt me.   But knowing that and sitting across from a deadly siren/succubus were two different things.

Anyway.  I hope you enjoyed the interview.  Em is a fascinating character- fun to write and fun to read. You can check her out in Soul Kissed, if you haven’t already.  You can find it on Amazon here.

I hope everyone is having a fabulous Monday!

Re-Reveal: Princess

14 Feb

Okay.  So I know that if someone mentions my name, readers usually immediately think of the Bloodstone Saga.  I get that.  It doesn’t hurt my feelings- I love that series.  I’m actually flattered that readers recognize my name at all.  🙂  However, I have written a couple of other things that have been overshadowed by my beloved Bloodstone Saga.

One of them is Princess. I wrote it, it released and then I barely paid it any more mind- I was so focused on writing the rest of the Bloodstone Saga.  Shame on me for neglecting it because Sydney and Stephen have a really great story to tell.  It’s not paranormal, but it’s still really interesting.

Anywho.  It has recently been decided that my book, Princess, will become a series…. The American Princess series.  I am actually currently working on its sequel, Glass Castles.  I’m also working on the sequel to Soul Kissed.  I will probably emerge from this experience of writing two books at once as a madwoman.  But then again, I doubt anyone will be able to tell the difference.

Over the past year or so, one thing we’ve consistently heard about Princess is that readers didn’t think the cover fit the story. We thought about it and you know what?  You were totally right.  While I loved the previous cover and thought it was beautiful- and the cover model was amazingly nice, too…. it was too glamorous and perfect for the story.  Princess has grit.  It’s dark and twisted and its cover needed to reflect that.   So, over the course of this past month, it’s been re-done.   It needed to reflect a beautiful  rich girl whose life is crumbling around her and she is experiencing really horrible things.  And I think we nailed it:

Here’s a little blurb about Princess in case this is the first you’re hearing about it:

Money can’t buy happiness… even in a world that begins with a Tiffany teething ring.

Sydney Ross has it made. As the 17-year old daughter of Illinois senator Randall Ross and socialite Jillian Ross, Sydney was born with perfect teeth and a killer trust-fund. Everything about her life is idyllic…the life of a princess. The Ross’ are richer than God and twice as beautiful, the picture-perfect All-American Family.

Except that it is all a lie.

After a positive pregnancy test, Sydney’s life unravels in the space of just one breath. Life as she knows it is over and survival itself begins to look questionable as life and death literally hang in the balance with each sordid twist that she is dealt.

After the shocking climax, Sydney is brought to her knees with one seething question: Who in the world can she trust when no one is who they seem to be?

Caution: This book is not set in a Mayberry kind of world nor is it a simple book about teen pregnancy. Princess is somewhat twisted and edgy. You might need to fan yourself during some parts and a box of tissues during others. It contains love, suspense, heartache and loss. Oh- and some adult themes and language, too.

Anyway, if you are in-between books- maybe you’ve finished The Bloodstone Saga and Soul Kissed and you are waiting to read Soul Bound (I’m working on it, I promise!) perhaps you can pick up Princess and give it a try.  It’s different from my other work, but I hope you will like it anyway.   You can find it here on Amazon.

I hope everyone is having a fabulous day!!