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Monday, July 27, 2015

Guest Post: D. B. Jackson/David B. Coe (The Dead Man's Reach book tour) + giveaway

“An Encounter with Sephira Pryce,”
by David B. Coe/D.B. Jackson

David: I’m delighted to be here at I Smell Sheep for this installment in my virtual tour. My name is David B. Coe, and I’m currently promoting two books. The first, DEAD MAN’S REACH, is the fourth novel in my Thieftaker Chronicles, a historical urban fantasy, set in pre-Revolutionary Boston, which I write for Tor Books under the name D.B. Jackson. It came out last week. The second, HIS FATHER’S EYES, is the second volume in The Case Files of Justis Fearsson, a contemporary urban fantasy that I write for Baen Books under my own name. It will be released next week on August 4th. I wanted to talk to you today about--
Sephira Pryce: Boring!

David: Excuse me?
SP: I said, boring. As in, you are boring these poor people to tears. It’s hard to believe that you could have such a powerfully soporific effect on these unfortunate souls. You’ve barely started, and already they’re nodding off. A few more paragraphs and you might actually kill someone.

David: You’re Sephira Pryce, the villain from the Thieftaker novels.
SP: Villain! You have some nerve! I’m the heroine of the series.

DavidNo, Ethan Kaille is the hero. You’re his nemesis.
SP: Potato, po-tah-to. 

DavidWell, no--
SP: Your little fairy tales would be nothing without me. The scenes I’m in sparkle, like sunlight on the waters on Boston Harbour. Even when I’m not actually in a particular passage, the mere mention of my name, a hint at my possible ire, the threat of my retribution, infuses all that you write. Without me, your novels would be as flat and dull as this post would have been had I left you to your devices. It’s hard to believe, really. I mean, you created me, so apparently you have some small capacity for writing words of interest. And yet the rest of what you do is so . . . lacking.

DavidI’m not certain that’s true.
SP: I’m reasonably certain I didn’t ask. I came to rescue you from yourself. You want to sell books, don’t you? Of course you do. So you have two choices: You can pick up where you left off and hope that putting these people to sleep somehow translates to sales. Or you can take advantage of my fortuitous arrival and rely upon my charm, my wit, my intellect, and, of course, my stunning physical beauty, to help you interest readers in that nonsense you write about Ethan and me. Choose. Quickly. I’m a busy woman. If you don’t wish to avail yourself of my services, I am sure there are others who will.

DavidFine. Why don’t you tell our audience a bit about yourself.
SP: Is that really necessary? Haven’t they all heard of me already?

DavidIt’s possible that some have not.
SP: Oh! The poor dears! Well then, yes. By all means. [Clearing throat] My name is Sephira Pryce, and I am the foremost thieftaker in the city of Boston. Some know me as the Empress of the South End, but you and our guests here today may call me Miss Pryce.

DavidYou are a contemporary of Samuel Adams, are you not?
SP: Yes, I am. But he is hardly someone of interest to those reading this piece. He solves no crimes, he has not fought his way up through the streets of this town to a position of power and respect. He is the son of a politician who has not managed to rise above his father’s middling station.

DavidBut his actions on behalf of liberty, and his role in forming the Sons of Liberty--
SP: Yes, yes, yes. He has his little cause. What is it they call themselves? Patriots? [Laughs] Really, I don’t think their actions will ever amount to much. Their movement is a trifle and little more. I hardly expect that the king fears this rabble. Ask me something else.

DavidAll right. Tell me about your rivalry with Ethan Kaille.
SP: I have no rivals. Kaille is a nuisance, but I hardly think he warrants consideration as a rival to me.

DavidHe has survived in Boston as a . . . a competitor for some time now.
SP: He has been fortunate, and I have allowed him to survive. Thus far. I am too filled with the milk of human kindness for my own good. I could have rid the city of him years ago, but I have tolerated his presence here out of charity. And let’s not forget his confounding witchery, which has saved him from his own carelessness more often than I care to say. If not for his spells, and his luck, no one would ever think to compare him to me.

DavidAnd yet, he has solved mysteries that you could not.
SP: Only by dint of his magick! I have nothing more to say on the matter! I do not wish to speak of Kaille, nor do I wish to have his name spoken again in my presence!

DavidAll right. Tell us what you think of the British occupation of Boston, which has been in effect now for well more than a year.
SP: It is a necessity. Adams and his ruffians may not amount to much, but they have been responsible for too much mischief to be ignored. They have destroyed property, disrupted commerce, harassed merchants of unimpeachable character simply because the men refuse to go along with Adams’ non-importation agreements. These rebels like to complain about the military presence, but they have no one to blame for it but themselves. Your questions grow tiresome. Don’t you wish to know more about me?

DavidI do believe my readers would be interested to know how you have enjoyed so much success in a city -- and an era -- so dominated by men.
SP: Ah! At last, a fine question! The answer is quite simple, really. Men are fools. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy the company of some. And I’ll admit that Kaille, despite his annoying habit of getting in my way time and again, is a most compelling specimen. But generally speaking men expect women to behave a certain way, and when we don’t they become quite flummoxed. I confound their expectations. With my beauty and my charm, I distract and disarm them, and with my brilliance and ruthlessness I surprise and ultimately overwhelm them. Most don’t stand a chance against me. Kaille is more clever than the vast majority, and he is not easily intimidated. But he is the exception, and I told you already I didn’t wish to speak of him anymore.

DavidI didn’t bring him up. You did.
SP: Well, you tricked me into it. All this talk of men and their predilections. You knew it would lead back to Kaille eventually.

DavidActually I didn’t--
SP: I am done here. You had your chance. I could have helped you, but you would rather write your stories about Kaille. So be it. Farewell.

DavidThat was Sephira Pryce, the rival and nemesis of Ethan Kaille, my thieftaking, conjuring hero in the Thieftaker Chronicles. The newest book in the series, DEAD MAN’S REACH, has just been released by Tor Books. And watch as well for HIS FATHER’S EYES, book two of The Case Files of Justis Fearsson, due out next week from Baen Books.

Thanks to the great people at I Smell Sheep for hosting me!

Dead Man's Reach (Thieftaker Chronicles #4)
by D.B. Jackson

Hardcover, 368 pages
Published July 21st 2015 by Tor Book
Boston, 1770. The city is a powder keg as tensions between would-be rebels and loyalist Tories approach a breaking point. One man is willing to light the match to ensure that he has his revenge.

The presence of the British Regulars has made thieftaking a hard business to be in. Ethan Kaille has to resort to taking jobs that he would otherwise pass up, namely protecting the shops of Tories from Patriot mobs. When one British loyalist takes things too far and accidentally kills a young boy, even Ethan reconsiders his line of work. Even more troubling is the fact that instances of violence in the city are increasing, and Ethan often finds himself at the center of the trouble.

Ethan discovers that some enemies don't stay buried… and will stop at nothing to ruin Ethan's life. Even if that means risking the lives of everyone in Boston, including the people that Ethan loves most.

About the Author:
David B Coe website-FB-twitter
DB Jackson websiteDavid B. Coe/D.B. Jackson is the award-winning author of eighteen fantasy novels. Under the name D.B. Jackson, he writes the Thieftaker Chronicles, a historical urban fantasy from Tor Books that includes Thieftaker, Thieves’ Quarry, A Plunder of Souls, and, the newest volume, Dead Man’s Reach, which was released on July 21. Under his own name, he writes The Case Files of Justis Fearsson, a contemporary urban fantasy from Baen Books. The first volume, Spell Blind, debuted in January 2015. The newest book in the series, His Father’s Eyes, comes out on August 4. He lives on the Cumberland Plateau with his wife and two daughters. They’re all smarter and prettier than he is, but they keep him around because he makes a mean vegetarian fajita. When he’s not writing he likes to hike, play guitar, and stalk the perfect image with his camera.

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Sunday, July 26, 2015

I don't know, I don't care. This wins the internet.

If anyone knows the source of this please tell me.

Sunday Swag: Dahlia Rose

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Featured Author: Dahlia Rose

About the Author:
A best selling author of contemporary and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, NC with her five kids who she affectionately nicknamed "The children of the corn” and her biggest supporter/long time love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, Sci-fi and the things that go bump in the night. Books and writing are her biggest passion and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books 

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Saturday, July 25, 2015

Spotlight & Exclusive Excerpt: Spider's Trap (Elemental Assassin #13) by Jennifer Estep + giveaway

Spider's Trap (Elemental Assassin #13)
by Jennifer Estep

Paperback, 400 pages
July 28th 2015
by Pocket Books
Format: Mass Market Paperback, eBook, Audiobook
The next thrilling book in Jennifer Estep’s New York Times andUSA Today bestselling Elemental Assassin series—“an extraordinary series… One of the most intriguing heroines in the genre” (Romantic Times Book Reviews).

Keep your friends close but your enemies within stabbing distance.

One important lesson I’ve learned in the assassination business is that to be the best you have to roll with the punches. Now that I’m queen of Ashland’s underworld—by default, not by choice—a lot more punches are being thrown my way. But I suppose that’s the price of victory for taking down some of the underworld’s top dogs. Good thing I have my Ice and Stone magic to help me survive my volatile new position. Just when I think things are finally settling down, someone tries to murder me during a hush-hush underworld meeting. But the real surprise is how strangely familiar my shadowy assailant seems to be.

My job is to maintain order among killers, crooks, and thieves, and soon I’m embroiled in a bloody game where the ability to keep secrets could be the greatest superpower of all. My enemies have all sharpened their knives and laid their traps, waiting for me to fall. But this Spider weaves her own webs of death.

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“You!” Dimitri bellowed, having finally recovered his breath. He shoved his toupee back where it belonged. “I’m going to kill you if it’s the last thing I do!”

With a loud roar, he charged at me. I dropped the chair legs that I had used against the guards and simply squatted down. Then, when he was right on top of me, I surged up and tossed him back and over the side of the railing.

“Ahhh …” Dimitri screamed on the way down.


Footsteps pounded on the deck, and I spotted Luiz rushing at me. So I squatted down again quickly and then, when he was right on top of me, pulled the same move and sent him overboard as well.

Another loud scream, another satisfying splash!

I scanned the deck, but there were no more enemies to fight. So I looked at Lorelei Parker and Jack Corbin, who were in the same positions as before.

“You two don’t want to join in the fun?” I drawled, picking up the metal chair legs and twirling them around in my hands. “I was just getting warmed up.”
Lorelei let out a disgusted snort, while Corbin held up his hands and stepped back.

About the Author:
Jennifer Estep is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author prowling the streets of her imagination in search of her next fantasy idea.

Spider’s Trap, the 13th book in her Elemental Assassin urban fantasy series, will be released on July 28.

Spider’s Bite, Web of Lies, Venom, Tangled Threads, Spider’s Revenge, By a Thread, Widow’s Web, Deadly Sting, Heart of Venom, The Spider, Poison Promise, Black Widow, and Spider’s Trap, along with the e-shorts Thread of Death, Parlor Tricks, and Kiss of Venom, are the other works in her Elemental Assassin series.

Jennifer is also the author of the Black Blade and Mythos Academy young adult urban fantasy series and the Bigtime paranormal romance series.

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Friday, July 24, 2015

Book Review: Bound in Black (The Vessel Trilogy #3) by Juliette Cross

Bound in Black (The Vessel Trilogy #3) 
by Juliette Cross
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: July 21, 2015
ISBN: 9781619224971
Number of pages: 253
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Genevieve Drake is on a dangerous mission to find the soul collector, Lethe, and enter the deepest, darkest level of the underworld. No one has ever returned alive from the belly of a soul collector, but she will let nothing stop her from going after the precious treasure Lethe stole from her.

As she is tested against demon spawn and foul creatures of the underworld, each triumph strengthens her Vessel power—and drags her closer to a breaking point that could forever doom her to the abyss.

Meanwhile, with the full prophecy hurtling toward completion, the Dominus Daemonum strategize for the day Gen will battle Prince Bamal’s Vessel to the death, when the Great War between heaven and hell will begin.

But Bamal has a secret weapon. When he reveals it—and Thomas reveals his own hidden agenda—Gen may not have the strength to resist the temptation to fall into darkness, forsaking the fate of the world for her broken heart.

Warning: Contains malicious demons, sinister spawn, and a vengeful heroine with plans to send them all back to burning hell.

I didn't get a chance to read the first two books in this trilogy, which seemed to be a shame on me. The author does a nice job of getting the reader caught up, but you can tell there was a lot of juicy drama that you miss out on. Again, shame on me!

That said, what I did get to read I really enjoyed. This felt like it could have been an epic TV show or mini series. Demons and Angels fighting it out in a battle to see who's going to rule over the human realm. Our leading lady even jumps into another world to save the man she loves. Hell is looking hot in all the wrong ways and I'll pass on adding it to my list of vacation spots.

The female lead Gen was written just a tad too young for my tastes (she's 20?!), but that may be because I'm becoming an old woman. Minus the cats and knitting basket. But having someone who's not even in her late twenties was a little off putting. I would have liked to see the Gen character with a little more age under the belt. Her man-candy husband however was a killer edition to this tale. He had depth, power, substance and alpha characteristics that jumped off the page and grabbed me!

Overall, this was an exciting read in a very colorful paranormal world. Demons of all kinds, shapes and sizes were a real treat. I would have liked to enjoy the first two books before this one, so please take my advise and check those out!

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Among a throng of dancers grinding to some death-metal tune was Bleed and one of the guys from his band, Gallow’s End. Bleed. What an asinine name. Perfectly fit the owner. Last time Kat and I had seen him in that demon club on Bayou Sauvage, his long, sleek hair was dyed midnight blue. He’d changed it to deep purple. Two stumbling-drunk girls were clinging to him and the tall, lanky guy I recognized as his drummer. Their eyes shimmered red in the smoky dark of the club.

That was one thing lower demons didn’t have to worry about in New Orleans. With so many freaks in the city joining artificial vampire covens, there was no need to disguise red eyes or sharpened fangs. Both of which were the distinct outward features of a lower demon inhabiting a human.

The young brunette who looked barely eighteen hung on to Bleed’s arm. He made a signal to Drummer Boy, who escorted another girl wearing a miniskirt so short I could see her ass cheek. They veered toward a back entrance, taking their fully intoxicated dates with them. Knowing Bleed was into kink and violence and certainly not above forcing his will on the weak and vulnerable, I nudged Kat.

Without a word, we were off the stools and following the four through the storage room, which indeed had a back entrance for deliveries. The door to the alley creaked closed. Bleed said something, obviously witty and wonderful because the girls giggled in unison. I reached into my boot and pulled out my sharpened stiletto. Kat pulled out a similar but thicker blade, sheathed on a vest harness covered by her jacket.

Kat cracked the door, peering outside. We heard the distant shuffling as the four moved farther off.

“Hurry,” I whispered.

We slipped through the exit and stalked after them. They rounded the corner of a darkened building. Although we were walking in the open, this part of the business district was deserted after hours. In the French Quarter, you could find crowds on every street well into the wee hours of the morning. But this area was only busy during the daytime. Perfect place to commit some heinous crime on unsuspecting, underage and intoxicated girls.

By the time we reached the next block, Bleed and Drummer Boy had lured the girls down a dark alley. Talk about cliché.

“Where issit?” slurred the brunette. The other girl’s giggle echoed off the alley walls.

“Right over here,” said Bleed. “I’m going to show you.”

I could hear the sneer in his voice. I grabbed Kat’s arm, and she looked back at me as we edged closer to the corner of the alley. Sift, I mouthed. She nodded.

Holding up my left hand, I put up one finger, then two, then three.

We sifted into the alley a yard away from them. There was no telling what Bleed had in mind, because we interrupted whatever it was he had planned. Somehow, he didn’t look surprised to see us, which put me on edge. My VS zinged to life, igniting my underlight to full throttle.

The brunette pointed at me, her hair a mess, her lipstick smeared. “Hey. You look like a fairy.”

She and her friend burst into laughter, one of them bending her knees with the weight of drunken hilarity. They’d definitely put more than alcohol in their systems. Or they’d had four too many of whatever they were drinking.

“Go,” I told the girls. “Get out of here.”

“Whu…why?” hiccupped Miniskirt.

Whispering the words to break through a cast of illusion, I slashed my dagger in the air toward Bleed, who’d not said a word. For the briefest of seconds, the outer shell of the beautiful human he hid inside vanished, revealing the fanged, bony, pasty-gray demon he truly was. Three seconds later, the veil that cloaked the demon in dark beauty hid the beast within once more.

The girls—slack-jawed and wide-eyed—simply stared in horror until Bleed hissed at them. They squealed and stumbled away toward the street, the brunette breaking a heel but not stopping.

“There now, Domina,” said Bleed, speaking to Kat, whom he favored over me. My feelings weren’t hurt, trust me. “Now that you have us all to yourself, what shall we do?”

“I think it’s time to send you back to your playpen, once and for all,” she answered with stoic grace.

The gangly one was already backing away, but not Bleed. “I would like nothing more than to bask in the tortures you have planned for me,” he said in a sultry tone, inching closer to her.

“Not this shit again,” I said, remembering how last time he’d begged her for a little S&M treatment.

He ignored me. “Word has spread, Domina, that you have certain tastes. Delicacies that align with my own desires.”

“I’m riveted,” said Kat. “Please. Do tell what demons are saying about me.”

The salacious grin that spread across Bleed’s face as his hand slipped down and cupped his crotch sent a grotesque chill over my body. “That you prefer…chains in the bedroom. I too enjoy bondage, Domina.” The asshole hadn’t noticed that Kat had gone rigid with rage, just as she always did two seconds before she was going to strike. “Perhaps we could enjoy each other—”

She sliced out with a leap, but he moved like lightning, prepared for her attack. He ended up behind her with one arm wrapped around her waist. The other hand whipped out and grabbed her wrist holding the dagger. He whispered something I couldn’t hear. Before I could even react to help her, she doubled over and flipped him on the pavement.

Drummer Boy took off running. “Kat!” I screamed, taking two steps after him.

She hovered over Bleed, who lay there, grinning like a fiend, on the ground. “Go.” She waved me off. “Get him!”

I took off. The dude didn’t look like much, but he sure as hell could run with those long-ass legs. I sprinted after him down the alley, coming out onto another well-lit but abandoned street in the business district. The frosty air filled my lungs, stinging as I sucked in each breath. His cackling laughter echoed to the right. I caught his lanky figure rounding a corner. Another alley.

As soon as I ran into the lane, a familiar signature wafted over me. Winter wind and new-fallen snow, ice castles and midnight blue—a potent seduction of ice and heat. The sight, sound, smell, color of winter emanated not from the atmosphere but from the man—the angel—standing five feet from me.

Drummer Boy was gone. In his place stood Thomas, the one I’d longed to find, to exact vengeance upon him for his betrayal, for what he’d done to Jude. For what he’d done to me. But for several seconds, all I could do was stand there and stare at him, convincing myself he was real and not another mirage.

Black hair curling at his nape like Michelangelo’s David. Sea-green eyes deeper than any ocean. Fair, flawless skin that rivaled that of Raphael’s most perfect painting. And a physique that had indeed been born of heaven. He was the embodiment of breathtaking beauty, and yet all I could do was imagine how quickly I could plunge my dagger into his heart.

About the Author:
Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education, and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.

Juliette is a multi-published author, including her Nightwing series with Kensington Publishing and The Vessel Trilogy with Samhain Publishing.

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