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Monday, October 3, 2016

Interview: Tara Fox Hall (conclusion of the Promise Me series) + giveaway


Got a special celebration today! Ending a series is bitter-sweet for an author. This October, Tara will publish the last book in her vampire romance series Promise Me. Forever is book #16! Tara wanted to do something special for it. She has put together an awesome Vampire prize pack that will come with a print copy of all 16 books! But first we sit down with Tara and talk a bit about the series and what it has meant to her...along with some other important nerd toy stuff...

I went looking at all the posts you have done with I Smell Sheep over the last 3 ½ years and we have never interviewed you…not sure how that happened. But today we are correcting that error while celebrating a bitter sweet moment for you…the end of your Promise Me Series.

book that started it all!
Sharon: May 2012 you published book one Promise Me and here we are Oct 2016 and the release of the last book in the series, Forever, book 16! Let’s start with what the Promise Me series is about? (click here  for book #1 excerpt and other buying options)
Tara: Hi Sharon, and thanks for hosting me! <raises wineglass>

The Promise Me Series is about a mortal woman, Sarelle, who encounters a wounded (and sexy and handsome) vampire, Danial, near her upstate New York farm one night. She brings him inside and hides him from the sun. They begin a romantic relationship a little too fast, before Sarelle really knows the kind of person Danial is (has a lot of enemies, does murder for hire, workaholic, etc.). This leads to a lot of problems for the couple, and their initial breakup by the second book, with Sarelle leaving Danial in favor of Danial’s best friend, the werecougar Theo.

Sarelle is all set to marry Theo, when his girlfriend turns up pregnant at the end of book two. Then Theo gets abducted, and is missing for a year in book three. In the interim, Sarelle and Danial try to raise Theo’s daughter, Elle, while trying to uncover the truth of what happened to him. Sarelle finally is able to let Theo go when Danial and she have a baby of their own, a half-vampire, half-human child Theoron. But she is no sooner content than she discovers Theo is indeed alive out west at the end of book three. Book four is Sarelle’s journey to track Theo down. She finds him, and in a tearful sexy reunion, they marry and return to the northeast to his daughter and Danial.
With each book, more and more characters are introduced, and like dominoes and real life, the events of the first few books impact the future drastically. Witches, faeries, werecreatures of all kinds, vampire hunters, the vampire hierarchy, mobsters, assassins, demons, goblins all appear in the series. Lives that began fairly simple get more and more complex, as do the relationships between the characters. For example, the dhamphir child Theoron results in more an a few other vampires wanting Sarelle for breeding purposes, while the vampire hunters target her to be killed for creating a being they see as an abomination. Sarelle is able to have a vampire child from her exposure to demon blood, which happens when she intervenes in a fight between Danial and his enemy in book 1, Terian.
Sharon: When you started the series, did you have 16 books planned? Or did it evolve over the years? What has this series taught you as an author?
Tara: I initially began writing the series for my mom and myself, as something to share. I never intended to publish it, until I was on the third book, and my husband suggested I send it to an editor friend of his, to see if it might be marketable. I intended to write 1 book. But my mother kept asking me what happened next, so I kept writing. She is still asking me that, after reading the last book, but I’m resisting her now, lol.

The books evolved over the years, because I wrote them initially as seven books. Each was very long, and had to be split into two books, some into three books, which is why some books end with a cliffhanger and some don’t. I had to do a lot of revisions to get them ready, and add in some extra scenes. But the main storyline is exactly the way I initially wrote it, from 2006 to 2010. The ending of the series is the same.

The series was a learning experience. It’s a lot of work, a lot of keeping character histories straight when you’re on book number sixteen, versus one book. I really enjoyed it, and I’m going to miss it. But I need a break, and this is the end of the arc that I initially wrote. Could I go on with the story, sure, but we’ve all seen series that didn’t stop when it was time to stop. I don’t want to be one of those.

Sharon: Let’s talk vampires…if you were a vampire, where and what era would you like to have been reborn in?
Tara: I’d be fine living in this era. I wouldn’t want to live in the past, and being a vampire, I’d have to be able to adapt to a rapidly changing future. I’d also have the best chance of surviving—initially—if I stayed in the United States, where I wouldn’t stand out. I would hope that whomever made me a vampire stuck around at least a little while to help me in my new immortality, too, lol.

Sharon: What kind of vampire would you be? Sulking in the shadows clinging to your past or blending in and living in the midst of humans? Would you prefer a vampire lover or a mortal one?
Tara: I would imagine that I would be both, in time. Initially being a vampire would be exciting and thrilling, to know I suddenly had forever to write, that I would be able to visit places in the world I don’t think I will ever see in my own mortal lifetime. Time is no longer an adversary. But as the people I loved began to die of old age, or worse, if I had to abandon them to be a vampire, I would lose my will to live. What good is forever if you have no one you love to share it with? I’d have to find a reason to go on. As far as a lover…it would matter who I loved, which they happened to be. Though if they were a mortal and I was a vampire with the power to change them, I would want them to turn, so we could be together. But it would be their choice, in the end.

Sharon: You have a special place in your heart for strays. One hobby is making cat/dog beds. What is the story behind those?
Tara: The story is I didn’t have a lot of money years ago, yet I did have dogs and cats that would wear out their bed covers faster than I could afford to buy them new ones. And I had a sewing machine inherited from my grandmother. So I took apart an existing cover to make a pattern, and now I remake new covers regularly for my dogs. These are huge couch style beds, and not something a shelter would ever use; the cost savings for me is in reusing the inner foam, zippers, and stuffing, and replacing the outer shell. For the catbeds, I tried a lot of patterns, and the one I make now, with the oval outer ring and middle pad, is the one that the cats always preferred. I had volunteered for shelter work since the summer before I applied for college, so I naturally thought to offer beds to shelters once I was good at making them. Honestly, many of the shelters I initially donated these beds to now prefer me to make them cage pads (padded squares made to fit into a standard shelter or pet store cage). Some shelters have gone to PVC structures, as they are a lot easier to clean. But I’ll make and donate beds as long as there are shelters that want them.

Sharon: You fit in with our site so well…you are a nerd who loves romance and horror…all the cool lambs do…what is the nerdiest thing you own?
Tara: I still have some of my toys from when I was a girl, like my My Little Pony collection…and my SheRa collection. Remember the Golden Girl and the Guardians of the Gemstones? I have Golden Girl, and her nemesis, the Dragon Queen. And their horses. I have always likes horses, which is why I managed to put some horseback riding into my Promise Me Books regularly. But I also liked “boy toys”, like my transformers, especially Devastator of Constructicon fame. And yes, I have the animated series collection Special Edition. And yes, I have watched them all, in order.
 
 
Sharon: What weather phenomenon fascinates you the most?
Tara: I like gentle rainstorms, how the rain sounds on the roof, or against the window, especially lying in bed, listening to it. I like the moon in the almost silent predawn fall hours, how it hangs in the sky, barely lighting up an early fog, and everything else is just shapes in the mist and shadows.

*We interrupted this interview for a moment...close your eyes and listen*

*Our regularly scheduled interview will now continue...*

Sharon: What game show would you like to be on?
Tara: I would not be on a gameshow, I’d most certainly lose! I’m working myself up to trying to answer the new question sessions on Twitter for Walking Dead, when Talking Dead comes on this season, but that’s probably as close as I’m going to get to being on a gameshow.

Rapid Fire 

Sharon: Water colors or Crayons?
Tara: Water colors, if I have the time to make a picture, I want it to be as perfect as I can make it.

Sharon: sacrificial alter or thrown in a volcano?
Tara: Altar, I want a chance to escape, lol.

Sharon: Sam or Dean?
Tara: Dean, ALWAYS DEAN, though Sam is nicer, even if he WAS possessed by Lucifer twice now….

Sharon: eat in or eat out?
Tara: If I have to chainsaw firewood that day, eat in…and someone else can cook, lol.

Sharon: Grease or Phantom of the Opera?
Tara: Phantom of the Opera. I always hope for a happy ending where Christine picks the Phantom, he was much more interesting.

Sharon: Mad Scientist or Evil Hacker?
Tara: I’d actually like to see a good hacker team, who were trying to expose corruption, like the first episode of Mr. Robot before it got weird. But I’m watching the gory movie Frankenstein’s Army as I write this, so final vote is Mad Scientist!

Forever (Promise Me #16)
FINAL PROMISE ME SERIES BOOK
by Tara Fox Hall
October 2016 Melange Books
Navigating the many pitfalls of being bound to the demon Shaker, human Sarelle uses him to force a peace with the vengeful vampire lords. Yet she cannot escape her Oathed vampire Danial’s command to engage in a menange-a-trois with her shifter ex-husband, Theo. Sorceress Rene magically intervenes, going in Sar’s stead only to be bespelled herself into having Theo’s son, Harrison. Secrets long hidden are revealed, as Sar, Lash, and their son are hunted throughout the northeast by the vengeful Valarian and his forces, climaxing in a final bloody reckoning. In the end, Sarelle must face her ultimate tests: to reconcile with loved ones who have betrayed her…or to finally sever the bonds between them, forever.

Excerpt:
Danial was in bed surrounded by lit candles, the quilt covering his lower body. Rene gave my hand a squeeze, and I exhaled. I looked at him, not knowing what to say.

“You look good,” I said finally.

“As do you,” he said gently. His voice was gentler than it had been for a long time, since the night he’d remembered who I was. “But pregnancy has always become you.”

I stood there, feeling stupid but also not wanting to go over to him.

“Come to me, Darling,” Danial said softly. “I’ll not hurt you. Deep inside, you know that.”

No, I didn’t. “Did you feel you had to say that?”

“I can scent your fear from here,” he said, not moving. “I don’t want you to be afraid. This is going to be lovemaking we’re going to share, not anything else, not even sex.”

“It will be sex,” I said tiredly. “Because you don’t love me, Danial. And Theo—”

“Theo loves you as much as he ever did. I know you still care for him, in spite of everything that’s happened between you. It is in your voice whenever you say his name. It’s why you protected him when you didn’t have to, when by all rights you should’ve asked Devlin to end him.”

I looked away. “No, that was for Elle.”

“You do not have to admit it to me for it to be true,” Danial said neutrally. “And I’ll not make you. Because I do love you, Sar. I’ve loved you since you first lived with me, long before I gave you the diamond which graces your hand.” He got up from bed and came to me, his sculpted body moving gracefully. He took my right hand in his. “It hasn’t left your hand since we came together to raise Elle, and had Theoron, even during our difficulties of the last few months. Just as the band I gave you has also remained on your hand with it.” He kissed my hand gently, and released it. “Just as the band I bought to show my love for you has not left my own hand since our honeymoon.”

I was touched, remembering his right hand had worn that band since that time we’d first put them on, just as I had. If he’d not worn his fox head ring for almost four hundred years before meeting me, likely that band would have been on his ring finger instead. “I know.”

“Devlin had his own ring made of identical materials so he could take part. He also wears his and has not ever removed it, as a symbol of his love for you. But his does not have an inscription, as yours and mine does.” He tilted up my chin to look into my eyes. “Do you remember what that inscription says?”

I swallowed, feeling as if I was being seduced by him all over again. “It says ‘Forever.’”

Danial nodded, his smile loving. “Yes. That means for all time, Sar. Eternally. Everlastingly. Without end.” He kissed my hand. “That is the extent of my love for you.”

My willpower was slipping away, even though I was trying to hold onto it with both hands. Desperate, I said something nasty. “Were you loving me when you were bedding Angelica? When you were bedding Monica?”

Instead of anger, or even shame, Danial calmly looked at me. “Yes, I loved you then. Both of them knew it and envied you. It was a mark of your love for me then that you were jealous of them, even knowing I didn’t love them as I loved you. It’s a mark of your love that years after both of them are gone, your voice is still suffused with jealousy.”

It was stupid to try to hurt him with past transgressions. “I’m sorry for saying that.”

“Do not be sorry for loving me,” Danial said, holding me close to him, his right hand stroking my back. “I have never been sorry for loving you. It is you and you alone in my heart, Love. It will always be you and you alone, until death parts us.”

I reached up with my hands and kissed him. Danial kissed me tenderly back, as I put my arms around him. “I love you,” I whispered softly. “I was never sorry I did—”
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Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children’s stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children’s stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.
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Cat (or small dog) bed
Cocktail Napkins
Vampire Hot Chocolate Mix in coffin box
Vampire's Blood hand sanitizer, Bath and Body Works
Vampire bat sparkly candleholder and Mahogany Teak candle, Bath and Body Works

Vampire Bat cat Scentportable for automobile use
* Print copy of ALL 16 books in the series*

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Sunday, March 20, 2016

Sunday Swag: Tara Fox Hall + ebook giveaway


Sunday Swag Team!
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Featured Author: Tara Fox Hall
This is a special Sunday Swag because I flocked up the raffledude on Tara's guest post for her latest release Fate's Prison (Promise Me #14)

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I'm an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. I have a bachelor’s degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. My writing credits include nonfiction, horror, suspense, erotica, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. I am the author of the paranormal action-adventure fantasy Lash series and the vampire romantic suspense Promise Me series. I also coauthored (with Eric Dietrich) the nonfiction book Forbidden Conversations. I divide my free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.


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Monday, March 7, 2016

Tara Fox Hall Guest Post: Is Fate Real? (Fate's Prison-Promise Me Book 14) + giveaway

Is Fate Real? 

Fate is defined as “the development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power.” More commonly we refer to fate as something that is destined to happen, whether we want it to or not. Yet is that true, that we have no control over our lives? I believe William James has a more correct version, that “we are spinning our own fates, good or evil, never to be undone” by the choices we make. Every action has a consequence, and the sum goes rippling out over the months, years, and decades to form not only our present, but our future as well.

Most often when faced with a set of horrible alternatives, there is no perfect right or wrong option, just the lesser of two evils. On the big choices in life, it is rare to have enough information to make an informed good decision. We make the best decision we can, given the information we have, and hope we can live with the consequences. Still, there are often unforeseen costs that come into being from actions, even events seemingly unrelated. Some might say that these outcomes were the work of a higher power, or our inescapable destiny.

Take for instance Rick Grimes’s recent decision on The Walking Dead to agree to attack The Saviors and kill Neegan in exchange for the Hilltop Community’s food and medicine. It is fate that led him and the Alexandria group to this juncture; they just weathered an attack by The Wolves, which brought down the wall, letting in zombies and leading to a massive death toll. Starving, they have nothing else to bargain with except their might as fighters. Yet it’s easy to see that their attack on The Saviors is going to have horrific consequences, especially if the TV series closely follows the storyline of The Walking Dead comics. Someone is definitely going to die at the end of a baseball bat, probably a whole lot of people. Another group war is poised to begin, like what happened previously with the Governor and Woodbury. Rick argues in his speech to his group that there is no choice but to attack The Saviors. Is he right?

What do you think, do we control our fate or not? Comment below with your answer. A winner will be drawn randomly to receive a Fate’s Prison coffee mug and lighted keychain!



by Tara Fox Hall
February 13, 2016
233 pages
Melange Books, LLC
When a simple loving encounter with Devlin raises the ghost of his long-dead paramour, Rene, Sarelle intervenes, saving Rene’s soul from the demon Shaker. Forced to share her body with Rene, Sarelle works diligently with the sorceress’s ghost to magically build her a new body, even as attacks by vampire hunters escalate, threatening all Sarelle holds dear. As Hayden’s defenses crumble, Sarelle magically escapes certain death only to become Michael’s prisoner along with Lash. Faced with an eternity of captivity and Lash’s impending death, Sarelle forges a Hellish pact, changing her life forever.




Excerpt:
I was nervous for a few moments before succumbing to his embrace. As our loveplay intensified, we stripped off our clothes and I lay down, so he could love me. But after entering me, Devlin paused a moment. “Come back to me,” he whispered longingly. “Come back to me, Rene.”

I froze up, and stared at him in shock. “I thought this was about contacting Anna? Who the hell is Rene?”

“Shh,” he said, putting his fingers to my lips. “Trust me.”

Reluctant, I let him kiss me again. He began gently moving, stroking me with his shaft. I responded, kissing him fiercely as his hands roamed my body.

“Come back to me, Rene. Let me love you, as I did so long ago. Come back to me!”

Something slid across my shoulders like an icy tendril. Then it was sliding into me. I gasped, but Devlin clutched me to him tightly, still loving me.

“Come back to me!”

Abruptly, I lost control of my own body. It was bloodcurdling, and I grabbed desperately with my mind, but I couldn’t make my body obey my commands.

Instead, my fingers ran up to touch Devlin’s lips almost hesitantly. Devlin froze above me. “Rene?” he whispered.
 “Are you going to talk, or love me?” I heard my voice say with a French inflection.





Email: tarafoxhallATgmail.com 

I'm an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. I have a bachelor’s degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. My writing credits include nonfiction, horror, suspense, erotica, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. I am the author of the paranormal action-adventure fantasy Lash series and the vampire romantic suspense Promise Me series. I also coauthored (with Eric Dietrich) the nonfiction book Forbidden Conversations. I divide my free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Supernatural VS The Walking Dead: guest post Tara Fox Hall + giveaway

Supernatural VS The Walking Dead


I’ve written a lot of blog posts over the years, but none so far about a TV show. So I thought, why not break the mold and write about two at once?

I’ve been a fan of Supernatural since the very first episode aired, revolving around a Woman in White, the very first “monster” introduced on the show. What’s not to like about two sexy brothers who’d die for each other driving around the country in a kick-ass black Impala hunting monsters and saving people? I’ve mentioned the TV show repeatedly in my Promise Me Series, ahhed over photos and videos of the luscious Dean, and went so far as to sing a duet to “Carry on my Wayward Son” with my fellow author Tori Ridgewood when she visited me this summer and we were driving about in my black car (sadly NOT an Impala). 


With Walking Dead, I’m the direct opposite, a latecomer to the series who only began watching during the “catch up” over last December leading up to the mid-season finale to its fifth season. After seeing the episode “No Sanctuary,” I was hooked and went back, watching through all the previous seasons, which aired during the New Year’s Eve Walking Dead marathon. Now rabidly waiting for season six to begin, I’ve got my official “Run like a Walker’s After You” T-shirt, oohed over photos of the rugged Daryl Dixon, and received a brand new machete last Christmas with a note from my husband “In case of zombie apocalypse.”

First off, what is so compelling about these shows? My personal view is the characters, hands down. Both shows are not afraid to show a really dark side to their “heroes” and a very human side to their “villains.” The theme for both series is often that the ends justifies the means, that in fighting a war for survival, you do whatever it takes to win, no matter what that might be. Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Michonne, and Carol of Walking Dead have shown over and over that they have what it takes to survive, even if their choices are horrific. Similarly, Dean and Sam of Supernatural have also given their all for what they think is right, though ruthlessness came a bit late to Sam, who had to die and come back to gain his killing edge. Yet in all the gore and horror and death, both shows retain their heart; within Supernatural in the love between the brothers and their willingness to do anything to protect one another, and within Walking Dead in Rick’s group’s willingness to protect baby Judith and try to retain what small amount of their humanity is left to them in the wake of all the horror of their everyday lives.

Which show is more successful? It depends on how you measure success. Walking Dead has a far broader audience with a huge Twitter base (Talking Dead, a show decided to recapping the most recent episode of WD and airs directly after each new episode, holds a Twitter contest several times during the show, with winners to trivia questions winning points) and also a new spin-off series called Fear the Walking Dead. Supernatural has a much smaller fan base, but they are very devoted, and the show will shortly begin its eleventh season, with no signs of being put out to pasture. Yes, monster lovers, that’s two seasons more than even the now iconic Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

So what’s my final comparison? Supernatural wins hands down for humor and for sheer recklessness in episodes. Between the episode where Sam is locked in a sort of Groundhog Day and must watch Dean die in all kinds of inventive ways, and the several episodes where both brothers come face to face with their alternate universe characters (solving a murder at a Supernatural Convention, meeting the writer who penned the Supernatural series the brothers have been living, and then being stuck in the “real” world on the Supernatural film set as their characters and having to pretend they are actors), this TV show has literally gone further and stranger than any other that I know. The one-liners are priceless, particularly the lines of Crowley, the current king of Hell, when he interacts with the duo who he dubs “Moose” (Sam) and “Squirrel” (Dean) after Rocky and Bullwinkle. Entire websites are devoted to Supernatural slang and various terms and jokes in the series. As much as I love Walking Dead, there were and are times that series just too grim for me to watch.

Still, I will say when it comes to compelling episodes, Walking Dead wins hands down. Episodes like TS-19, where Rick Grimes and Co. visit the CDC to gain answers on what the hell caused zombification, always leave me tearful and hoping that I’m appreciating my life enough. It’s central message, that you always think there is going to be enough time to do everything you want in life and that one day the clock will run out before you’re ready is going to stay with me the rest of my days.


So what say you, fans? Tell me which show is your favorite, or why you love both! Random commenter will win a 25$ Amazon gift card!


More Supernatural VS Walking Dead is happily found below on YouTube: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DybYf6pbsDM
Supernatural meets Walking Dead
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uscc147xiVs
Daryl Dixon and Dean Winchester
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WS4KznVDks
Supernatural, Walking Dead style
(Supernatural Opening Credit Pics with Walking Dead Opening Credit music)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QegdXJyVNew


Sundown & Serena (Promise Me Series Book #12)
by Tara Fox Hall
Neither human stripper Sundown nor virgin were-halfbreed Serena knew how their futures would change when catalyst vampire Devlin Dalcon walked into their lives. Sundown was just looking to party and forget her tragic past; Serena was hoping for excitement and love, to be swept away from the dull routine of her short-order cook job and solitary life. Will these very different women finally face their fears in time to seize their own dreams of happiness?
Excerpt: Chapter One

It felt like the day from hell. Everything had gone wrong for me. I’d gotten hit on by an overzealous, middle-aged buffoon who’d fondled me intimately on his second lap dance. That had put me off so much, I’d been a beat behind when I took my turn onstage. The men in the audience hadn’t cared, but I had. I liked to think I was the most sought after girl in Hotcakes, and how could I, feeling like some amateur her first night on the pole.

“Shit.” I drank my seven-and-seven down in a gulp, and decided to pay my tab. It was time to go home.

Leaving some money on the bar, I motioned to Bill, the head bouncer at Hotcakes. He came over grinning snidely, his tanned face sharp, yet still friendly. “Another, Sundown?”

“No,” I said tiredly, getting to my feet. “I should go home.”
He leaned in close. “Even though you’ve got a fan still here?”
I gave him a look that said he’d better not annoy me in the mood I

was in. “What are you talking about?”
“That guy in the corner,” he said, with a discreet hand gesture. “He

came in when you were on stage. He watched your set like he’d never seen a woman before.”

“Good for him,” I said dispassionately, though inside I was pleased to hear of the special attention. “It’s nice I can still give a man a lift, even as bad as I was.”

“You weren’t bad,” Bill replied seriously. “Just off by a few seconds.”

“Not good enough,” I replied stiffly. “I strive for perfection. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As I went for my coat, a soft yet deep voice called out, “Please wait.”

I turned back to see my admirer coming toward me. As men went— especially compared to the type who came in here usually—he was a solid nine. He was handsome, tall, and his body was nicely muscular without being too bulky. He looked sort of young for some reason, yet I reasoned that he had to be at least twenty-one for Bill to have let him in the door. His straight dark hair was pulled sharply back in a short ponytail, which made me think he was older than the early twenties I pegged him for. That hairstyle wasn’t popular with the twenty-something crowd, and the clothes he was wearing also spoke to him being at least thirty-something.

“Can I take you for coffee?” he asked softly, his dark eyes staring at my breasts before looking up to my face.

At least he’s close to my age. It was nice to have a man come on to me who wasn’t old enough to be my father...wait. The stranger’s eyes had seemed red for a moment. Now they were dark again. It must have been a trick of the light. The bartender had just shut off the flashing neon signs in the front windows and announced last call. Maybe it had been the glare of the strobe lights that were still going strong? Maybe I’m drunker than I thought...Nah.

“Or something to eat,” the stranger added, when I didn’t reply. “You look like you could use a good meal.”

“Listen, buddy,” I replied sarcastically. “This isn’t Pretty Woman, got it? I’m not looking for a savior.”

“What woman is these days?” he stated bitterly. “I was just offering company, if you wanted some.”

I was surprised that someone so young could sound so bitter. Maybe he only looked young. Or maybe he’d had a childhood like mine. I reached out and ran my hands over his chest. His muscles bunched reflexively under my hands, making a shiver of desire snake its way through my body.

Maybe this is a good way to end the night. “What are you offering?” I said suggestively, giving him my best bedroom eyes.


About the Author:
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children’s stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children’s stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.
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Thursday, May 28, 2015

Tara Fox Hall Guest Post: Rules for being a villain. + giveaways

RULES FOR BEING A VILLAIN
  • PLEASE don’t wait to kill your enemies. Be expedient in any and all killing. Whether it’s a monologue, an overly complicated deadly trap that needs hours to actually kill the prey, or something unrelated like your best girl betraying you or choosing not to put out when requested, its all bad logic and strategy. You lose your focus, you lose audience points and their interest, and thus you deserve to be vanquished by something as benign as a concealed splinter of wood harvested from a boxcar wall with a watch chain.

  • Have an interesting or sexy name, or one so simple it’s equally creepy. R.I.P stands for Rest In Peace, an epitaph found on tombstones. It also happens to be the name of a demon in my Promise Me Series, who got his nickname from all the priests and do-gooders who keep sending him back to Hell with that parting comment. Any name that will fit a dark hero (Lash, Erik, Devlin, Vince, Harrison, etc.) is just as good for a sexy villain, IMHO. And no one is going to forget the seemingly-sweet-but-truly-evil cannibalistic Mary or The Governor from Walking Dead, either.

  • Be either handsome/interesting enough for sex appeal, or ugly/odd. Pretty much anything is possible for a villain’s physical form anymore: shifter, vampire, magical creature, human, all the way down to the Christian demon with reddish skin, short black horns, and black hooves.

  • Have a great sense of humor and don’t stick to traditional roles. Nothing is more compelling that a villain who dashes off great one-liners and keeps his audience guessing on what he’s going to do next. Predictability is boring in villains just the way it’s boring in heroes. Be someone we love to hate, and yet can’t bear to take our eyes off of.

  • Don’t be smart up until the very end and then do something stupid. Go out with a bang, but not because you blew yourself up with a stick of dynamite you meant to kill someone else with. If you have to fall, go out in style. And if you’re redeemed in the final scene, don’t trade in your hard-ass steel-toed shoes for a pair of candy-ass loafers. Stay true to your character and keep your balls intact. Which leads to…

  • Don’t compromise your evil to turn sickeningly sweet in a total character reversal over your love interest. Redeem yourself for love, yes, but redeem while retaining your evil charm, history, and nature. What’s the point of finding redemption in love if the sins you’ll need solace for aren’t huge? I don’t want some pure as the driven snow Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet. I want someone to get down and dirty with, an Alpha male who is going to make me laugh before and after he makes me come. I want some high cold walls insulating his heart to the point I wonder if he has one, because when he finally does show some emotion his feelings will be all the stronger for being repressed so long.

by Tara Fox Hall
April 30, 2015A chain of tragic events culminating in the shattering of the magical “dream bond” between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good. The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and Sar face the storm of Ulysses’ wrath, knowing it will take their combined strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.


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Excerpt:
It was now or never. I said a quick prayer as I slid my hand to my belt, flipping open the blade as I yanked it free. I kneed Theo as hard as I could. He let out a cry, struggling to hold me. I stuck the knife Lash had given me into his arm, and he snarled in pain, flinching back from me, but he still had me with one hand. I bit his wrist as hard as I could, then jerked free. Theo was almost fully shifted into cougar form, but he was not only injured, he was tangled in his clothes. I ran out of the room as soon as I’d unlocked the door, and upstairs to the study, the knife still in my hand.

Before I reached the top step I heard a throaty purr, and heard clawed feet scrabbling on the stairs as they bounded up them after me. I got into the study just in time to slam the door and lock it, hoping to God Danial hadn’t moved the gun he had kept here since the attacks by Manir more than a year ago. Because I was running to a dead end with no way out, if what Theo had told me about teleporting was true. But I’d never have made it out the front door before he was on me. I tried to teleport immediately, and nothing happened. I tried the phone to call Terian, and got only static. An extension had to be off the hook somewhere.

Shit!

The office door shuddered under Theo’s assault. He roared, and hit it again. Danial, however, had put this door on after the assault by Manir. The reinforced steel and oak creaked, but it held.

I wiped the knife off on my pants and folded it up, clipping it back to my belt loop, thanking God I’d put it on tonight. Unlocked the hidden safe in the wall, I retrieved a gun and bullets from inside, swearing because it was a regular silenced gun, not an explosive bullets gun. At least the rounds were jacketed hollow points. I had just gotten the first bullet into the chamber when I heard a key in the lock.

The door opened, and Theo stood there, nude, his blue eyes determined, a key in his hand. His arm where I cut him was still bleeding. “I’m not healing, Sarelle. You have werepoison on your blade,” he growled, advancing slowly. “That’s Lash’s knife clipped to your belt! I recognize it!”

I trained the gun on him, holding it with both hands so it didn’t shake too much.

“That’s a regular .38. You shoot me, you’d better hit my heart,” Theo growled. “Because you miss, and I’ll be on you in a second. This little chase you’ve led me on is over! Terian isn’t here to save you! Danial and Lash aren’t here to save you! And Devlin will be too late!”

“You have one chance to leave,” I said in a hard voice. “Or I will shoot you, Theo.”

Theo looked at me for a few moments, and then he lunged for me with a roar.

About the Author:
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children’s stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children’s stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Author Anecdote with Tara Fox Hall: True Ghost Story + giveaway

It’s October, The Perfect Time For Ghost Stories. But Why Not A TRUE Ghostly Tale, One That Happened To Me Only A Few Short Weeks Ago?


I was up at my family cabin, putting finishing touches on the latest Promise Me Tale, Eye of the Storm. Per usual, I had worked well beyond dusk, lulled by the gentle breeze coming through the screens and the almost absolute silence, and my craft had taken hold, pushing me to finish.

As I hit save, and went to switch off my computer, I looked up from the screen and felt eyes staring at me. Nothing was visible through the windows surrounding me but pitch blackness. Spooked, I shut the windows, blew out the three candles I’d been using for ambiance, and locked up, bolting the door.

I headed upstairs and got ready for bed, telling myself that I was completely alone, that even if there was some peeping tom skulking around outside, there was no way he was getting in without making a lot of noise. But the feeling of something watching me remained. It was strong enough that I left a floor lamp burning in a bedroom down the hall as a nightlight.

Sometime in the night, I was awakened by the sounds of something moving about in that same room down the hall, something too big to be a mouse. Terrified, I reached up for my own light, fumbling at the switch. It clicked multiple times, but wouldn’t turn on. The sounds down the hall were getting louder, as something crept toward my door.

In panic, I reached for my cell phone, only to have it come alive in my hand, “You’re the One” scrolling repeatedly across the screen as static and a man’s voice talking in a low tone filled the silence. I took breath to scream and felt myself propelled out of bed by some unseen force. Unable to get air, I flailed, weakly croaking, “Stop it!” as I was moved toward the dark doorway and the remaining unlit bedroom.

With a gasp, I came awake, flailed for the light switch and turned it on. Drawing ragged breaths, I sat up and looked down the hall. Everything was as it should be, the light burning, no signs of anything disturbed. I got out of bed and turned on the other bedroom light, and everything was okay. Relieved, I got back into bed, and settled back to sleep. As I was drifting off, I heard faint sounds again from that same bedroom.

I dozed fitfully the rest of the night with all the lights on.



Eye of the Storm (Promise Me Book 10)
Tara Fox Hall

Sar and Theo move on from Sar’s affair with Lash, struggling to build a new life with their werecougar son Devon. Rebuffed, Lash resumes his solitary existence, biding his time. Ulysses lurks in the shadows launching repeated attacks on his enemy Devlin, whose darker side emerges rampant in an effort to protect those he loves. The vampire Danial prepares his dhamphir son Theoron for manhood, even as Ulysses delivers a last crippling blow to Devlin in his relentless quest for revenge.

Excerpt: 

Lash stepped closer to me, his arms going around me.

“Don’t, please,” I said softly, my weak words so rife with need that I flushed.

“I’m not going to do anything but hug you,” Lash hissed in my ear. “I need to breathe in the scent of you to calm myself. I’m worried about tonight, about letting you go to that damn Hallows party with only Theo to protect you.” 

I inhaled his familiar scent, closing my eyes. There came the gentle touch of his hand on the back of my head, gently pushing it against his shoulder as he stroked my hair.

“But there’s no way I can go with you, Danial would shit a brick.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said confidently, trying to step back. “Rip will be there—”

“Fucking demons can’t be trusted!” Lash hissed angrily. “Rip is not a fighter; he’s a sorcerer, like Titus. He’s not fast at all! You’re mortal, Sar! All it would take to kill you is one well-placed bullet!”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” I reiterated. “Devlin will be with me, Lash.”

“That’s the only reason I’m not crashing the party,” Lash hissed meaningfully. “I know he’ll stay close to you at all times, and he’ll keep you safe. Plus I have to watch Venus and Devon while you’re all out in your finest.”

I looked up into his flat eyes, their coldness giving nothing away. “Change back for me.”

Lash’s eyes reverted to their dark black-brown color in a split second, his fangs disappearing. “Why did you ask me to change back?” he said, tilting his head with a faint smile. “Are you remembering that night we—?”

Desire rose in me, mingled with sadness and longing. “I like to see your eyes. I like to look into them. I can see what you’re feeling in your human eyes the way I can’t in your snake ones.”

Lash’s dark brown eyes darkened, his expression changing from curiosity to abject craving. “Tell me I can kiss you,” he said sensuously, taking my face in his hands. “Just one kiss, Sar—”

I looked down at his lips inches away from mine, and ached to taste him, to feel his body against mine as he devoured me…

Stop. Right. Now.

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Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, horror, suspense, erotica, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She also coauthored the essay “The Allure of the Serial Killer,” published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). Her first full-length action-adventure novel, Lash, published in April 2012. Her vampire series begins in June 2012, with the 1st novel Promise Me. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.