Monday, April 27, 2009

Featuring Sapphire Phelan

Hey all! Today I'm featuring the talented Sapphire Phelan.




BIO:
Sapphire Phelan is an author of erotic and sweet paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction romance, along with a couple of erotic horror stories. She also writes as Pamela K. Kinney, for horror, fantasy, science fiction, and a nonfiction ghost book, Haunted Richmond, Virginia and the upcoming Haunted Virginia: Legends, Myths and True Tales. She lives in Virginia with her husband and two cats, Ripley and Bast. You can find out more about her and what she has or will be coming out at her website: http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com Also check out her MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan , her blog at http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com, and subscribe to her newsletter at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter .
She admits she can always be found at her desk and on her computer, writing. And yes, the house and husband sometimes suffers for it!


Hi, Sapphire Phelan here. Thank you, Antonia, for letting me blog here today.
I decided to give you a snippet from my current erotic urban fantasy, Being Familiar With a Witch, published by Phaze Books. You can find it at http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=Being+Familiar+With+a+Witch/exact_match=exac and for those with Kindles: http://www.amazon.com/Being-Familiar-With-A-Witch/dp/B001VA1O8U/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1237148167&sr=1-7 .


ISBN: 978-1-60659-118-5

Warning: This title contains hot, graphic demonic sex that goes beyond magic.

Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers.
For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.


Excerpt:

Thank goodness, in a couple hours she would have the week off from work. Soon it would be Halloween, her most favorite holiday of all. Last week she had decorated her house, making both the front of her house and the yard spooky. Two unlit Jack-O-Lanterns sat on the steps of her front porch, their expressions empty of vivid light. Until Halloween night, when she would stick a candle inside each one and, with a flick of a lighter, set them a glow.
She had bought bags of candy a month ago in anticipation of the kids in costume. She always dressed as a witch. Though why she did, she never understood. It just it felt right for her to be costumed as a witch. Using a big metal cauldron she found years ago in an antique store, she would fill it to the brim with the candy and wait for the costumers to trip up the porch steps to her, uttering “Trick or Treat!” in loud, tinny voices. She would cackle and offer each child to take some goodies from her cauldron if they dared. The neighborhood looked forward to this every year, and the troop of children to her place grew each year.
But even her favorite holiday didn’t alleviate the problems at the bookstore today. She stopped daydreaming as the bell above the bookstore door rang. She grimaced as she saw the unhappy lines pinched in the face of the lady who stepped inside. A hat that should have been pert and cute sagged on top of mousy brown hair drawn back in a tight bun. The woman marched up to the counter and slapped a book down on the desk, hard. Tina frowned as she didn’t like seeing books abused. Then the woman stabbed her finger repeatedly onto the book.
“This was sold to me by one of the clerks here a week ago, promising it would make my husband amorous.” The lady snorted as she glared from behind Coke-bottle glasses. “All he did was read it for the ‘dirty’ pictures as he called them, and then fell asleep.” She tossed the cash receipt at Tina. The paper drifted down to the counter, just an inch from falling off at the edge. “I want my money back for this trash.”
“That’s no problem at all, ma’am.” Tina opened the cash register and withdrew some dollar bills and a few coins. She handed them over to the lady, who opened her purse and chucked it all inside. Then the lady stomped out of the bookstore, the door banging shut behind her and causing the bell to clang for a long time. Tina gave a sigh.
After that, it seemed every nasty customer in the world had stepped into the place. Each and every one had a complaint. One man demanded the book he swore he called two weeks ago to order, but nothing was in the ordering forms for it. An elderly lady didn’t like the racy and very erotic romance section wedged next to the sweet romances she normally bought. She claimed that the covers with the naked men gave her the flutters. Tina had noticed earlier that the lady stood in front of that section for quite a long while, but she didn’t say anything, just uttered how sorry she was. She told her that they were romances, too, and her manager had wanted them there. Her nose in the air, the bag of four sweet romances tucked under an arm, the woman hobbled out of the store without a backward glance.
A portly gentleman waddled in, wanting the latest thriller that had been advertised on a commercial on television last night. He couldn’t understand when Tina explained that it wouldn’t be out for another week. It had been on TV, so that meant it was out in his opinion. He clomped out, saying that the bookstore down the road was a better one anyway and always had what he wanted in stock. Tina just shook her head.
There had been more of the same thing all day long. Finally, she saw the last customer to the door and, with a sigh, locked up. Then she staggered through the automated motions of locking up the cash in the safe in the back of the store, cleaning up the bookstore, putting back misplaced books and magazines, and dumping and cleaning out the coffee pot in the break room. Grabbing her purse from her locker, she left by the back door, locked it, and then walked over to her car parked in back. The sound of thunder rumbled just then and she stopped to look up at the night sky, devoid of stars and the moon. She heard another blast of thunder. Saw a flash of lightening, too, as it lit up the area.
Great. The news had been wrong last night when they reported that the last of rain had left the area. Hopefully, it wouldn’t start until she made it home.
She climbed in and started the engine. The car roared to life and she turned on her windshield wipers, thanks to the terrible storm that hit just then. She drove down the alley and into traffic.
The rain came down in a torrential downpour, making her wipers work hard, but still she had problems seeing the road. It didn’t help much that it was also night. So dark, lights from oncoming cars shimmered, and she took care to make sure she didn’t weave over into their lane. The windshield fogged up from the humidity, and kept her wiping at the glass so she could see. Doing this for the umpteenth time, she didn’t notice the cat, not until her car was almost upon it.
It was black as a dark and stormy night, quoting a bad beginning to a book. The cat’s eyes shone in the brightness of her headlights, eerie like lamplights. She brought her car to a screeching halt, the car’s tires skidding for a bit. Her chest smacked into the steering wheel and she bit her lip to keep from crying out from the pain. She jammed the car in park and, leaving the engine running, climbed out of it to check on the feline. She peered at the front of her car and under it, but no cat. The rain drenched her within seconds as she tried to see if she could find it in the immediate area.
She couldn’t see the dratted thing.
“Kitty, kitty,” she called, “here, kitty-kitty. Nice puss.”
Thinking that maybe it had gotten away and knowing the storm made it impossible to locate it, Tina opened the driver’s side door and heard a plaintive meow. Something streaked past her and dove into the car. Freaked out, she screamed. Then she realized as she looked inside she saw a very wet black cat sitting on the bucket seat on the passenger side. It stared back at her with large, luminous eyes that seemed to glow. She got into the car and shut the door behind her. She felt her seat become very wet from the water running off her, and she shivered from cold.
Attempting to wring out her wet hair, she stared at the cat as it settled down and began to dry itself with its tongue. She sighed.
“Well, I see I have a passenger. You can stay in here and ride with me to my house, but cat, you are not coming inside my place. Hear me? You can remain on my front porch until the rain stops.”
The cat appeared unconcerned and kept lashing its tongue over its wet fur, though the tail lashed. Then it paused and looked up at her. She saw for the first time that it had very pretty yellow eyes, actually more the color of amber. They were large and round, eclipsing its face. For a minute, she seemed to drown in their depths. She blinked, breaking the spell. The cat ducked its head back down to its side and went back to drying itself. Its sharp ears perked up, twitching. Its purring filled the interior of her car.
Tina took the car out of park and maneuvered it back onto the road. The downpour had calmed to a misting. She kept her eyes on the road, ignoring the smell of wet fur and how cold she felt. She would take the occasional glimpse of the cat from the corner of her eye and see that it was lying down and purring. It should have bothered her. After all, what stray cat would be so well behaved in a strange car, especially not in a cat carrier? Except, she accepted it all.

For an erotic excerpt, go here: http://fantasticdreams.50megs.com/custom.html to read it--you must be 18 and older to read it.

Sapphire Phelan

Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Blog Talk Radio

So my good buddy Delilah was on Blog Talk Radio tonight. Click HERE to listen to the show. I called in and we chatted about her upcoming release, the upcoming release we have together, and writing in general. It was a fun show.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Gathering has a cover!




Yay! Got the cover for The Gathering, book two in my Tales of the Rikashi (formerly known as The Rikashi Files) series. I have a few more tweaks to make for this round of edits and then I believe its on to the line editing department for the more detailed, grammar, etc editing. Hopefully we'll start on Black Velvet soon and hopefully I can get some of the others to talk to me so I can start book 4.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Guest Blogging Again

Hey guys!

Yep...I'm guest blogging again. This time its over at the Virtual Romance and Erotic Book Tour Blog. While you are there check out some of the other authors. I'm honored to be among such talented people! I'm also blogging (I think) with Writing Divas the same day. So check that out too!

Talk to you again soon.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Today, featuring Keta Diablo

Hey all. Its a rainy icky day out. Been working on edits for The Gathering with Pam and waiting for edits to start on Black Velvet. I'm also working with Del on whipping (and its taking a lot of whipping) something we wrote awhile ago called Hieroglyphs into shape. Its got space travel, alien races, and ancient Egyptian civilization. It was written though email and the POV is kinda wonky so working on smoothing out the rough edges. I'm very excited to be getting back to it though, I love the story.

Now today, I'm also featuring the wonderful Keta Diablo in honor of her new release. I asked Keta a few questions to go along with this :

1. How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing under a pen name for about six years, and under Keta Diablo for about two years.

2. Where did you inspiration for your new release come from?

Most of the ideas for my novels come from real-life incidents or newspaper articles. Decadent Deceptions was spawned when I read an article about brothels in the 1800’s. I found the subject very intriguing and realized it’s true what they say, that from the beginning of time prostitution has existed in one form or another. And generally, men owned the brothels, although they might have been managed by women. So then I had to come up with a plot that would incorporate a prestigious house of prostitution and try to figure out how my hero and heroine could fit into the scheme of things.


3. What is your perfect writing moment?

I’m often asked this question and it’s easy to answer. My most perfect moments are when a reader e-mails me and tells me he/she loved my book; that it afforded them a time to escape from the every day angst of life. I would no doubt write regardless of whether or not people bought my books, but I’m well-rewarded on the journey when I hear from happy readers.

You can find Keta Diablo on the web at:
http://ketadiablo.blogspot.com (Author home)
http://ketaskeep.blogpsot.com (Author blog – recently voted on of the top fifty romance blogs to watch in 2009.)
http://thestuffofmythandmen.blogspot.com (Author’s gay fiction blog)

And her new release :




Decadent Deceptions
Author: Keta Diablo, http://ketadiabo.blogspot.com
A 2008 Molly Contest Finalist
Erotica/Historical
Noble Romance, http://tiny.cc/m5EEj

About the book:

Daring and desperate to win Morgan’s love, Olivia Breedlove embarks on a reckless folly. But everything backfires when Morgan remains one step ahead of her and the game ventures down a path of duplicity and murder.

A decade ago, Morgan was a heartbeat away from taking Olivia’s virginity. Her father, Thaddeus, intervened and threatened to meet him over pistols if he so much as looked at his daughter again. But now, Thaddeus is dead and Morgan has no intention of ignoring the ravenous hunger he’s harbored for the blasted woman for ten years.

One way or the other, he will quench this burning desire and make her his forever.
Special Content Alert: Voyuerism

* Read the Five-Star Reviews at Publisher's web site


And thats all from me for now. I'll be guest blogging on the Virtual Tour Blog on Saturday so come on by!

Friday, April 10, 2009

I am Guest Blogging Today

Hey all! I am guest blogging over at Sapphire Phelan's Blog today. Please head on over and check it out. I'm talking about how I write. Sapphire will be blogging here on April 20th so make sure you check it out!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Update and a request

Okay, so what the heck has Tir been up to this last week? Well, editing, editing and more editing! I just send my second round of copy edits back to Pam and Delilah and I sent Black Velvet, the third book of the Rikashi Tales series to her. It has been offered a contract and I hear that we have the first co-authored Lyrical release. It will be released in Novemeber. Del and I also, as you could see in the trailer for The Gathering, Del and I found reference pictures for all the characters so far. I'll be posting some of them after The Gathering has been relesed in July.

Um, lets see what else? I'm going to be guest blogging over at Sapphire's Blog
on Friday so make sure you go check that out. I'm not quite sure yet what I'll be talking about but you better believe it'll be something ^.^

Now..Denyse has asked me to repost this. For the original please visit her website so you can click the links if you wish.


7 April , 2009

The Abruzzo Quake

Show on map -- Abruzzo

Dear Readers,
Many of you have written and expressed solidarity with those whose lives have one way or another been dramatically affected by yesterday’s earthquake in Abruzzo. If you are interesting in contributing here are a few ways you can.

NIAF (National Italian American Foundation) has set up a fund for this purpose; Relief Fund.

Another option is through the Italian Red Cross: Croce Rossa Italiana.

Last night saw more aftershocks, freezing temps, and some rain which contributed to making the emergency work and relief efforts even more difficult. Nonetheless, upwards of 100 survivors have been extracted from the rubble thanks to the continuous efforts of the fire departments and rescue teams.

Relief efforts that also need to be pointed out include the temporary medical camps that have been created. One story involves A. who was in labor during the pre-shocks around midnight, and who three hours later when the main quake hit grabbed her newborn in one arm and her I-V drip in the other and b-lined it out of the hospital, now attended by the medical teams, safely in one of these camps.

Other efforts involve sheltering all the people whose homes were destroyed as well as those who can’t return until engineers determine whether their homes are condemned or livable. This is expected to take months. One new temporary camp resident, ninety year old Signora N., lost her entire home as it crumbled around her, blocking her in her bedroom for 30 hours until the rescue team managed to dig through this morning and pull her out. When asked how she kept calm and passed the time, she said “I sat in my bed and did crochet.” …30 hours.

While sad, it is important that psychological counseling too is already being offered to those need it. One cannot imagine what V. and his brother are going through after losing their elderly parents who came to visit them for the Easter holidays; their mother’s body was found shielding their disabled father’s body. This is only one of the many tragic stories that are slowly emerging in the aftermath of the earthquake.

It must however be pointed out that many Abruzzesi immediately began helping each other. As 75 year old N. said on his way to finally rest after 30 hours of helping others, “I was lucky. I only lost my house. Others lost much more. What else was I going to do?” This very pragmatic Abruzzese way of approaching hardship certainly explains how they have managed to already begin the enormous task of rebuilding their lives, towns, and communities.

That said, knowing that others around the world are close to them in facing this task is extremely important. And for this they already give thanks. Your help is truly appreciated.

Kind regards, ed.
The Italian Notebook


My heart goes out to all the people affected by this natural disaster.