Thursday, July 25, 2013

Copper Girl by Jennifer Allis Provost




Title:
Copper Girl
Author: Jennifer Allis Provost
Series: Copper Legacy
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Spence City
Release Date: June 25 2013

Blurb/Synopsis:

 Sara had always been careful.

She never spoke of magic, never associated with those suspected of handling magic, never thought of magic, and never, ever, let anyone see her mark. After all, the last thing she wanted was to end up missing, like her father and brother.

Then, a silver elf pushed his way into Sara's dream, and her life became anything but ordinary.

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Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE, Part I

It seemed like a good idea at the time.
My office, like most modern offices, cranked the air conditioning down to Arctic proportions during the summer months. Consequently, we workers arrived in the morning dressed in sandals and sleeveless tops, donned heavy sweaters upon reaching our desks, and ended up shivering by noon. Ironically, when our workday ended we were hit by a wall of oppressive heat the moment we stepped outside the main doors. No, this wasn’t a flawed system in the slightest.
That day, I wasn’t having it. I had the grand idea of spending my lunch hour outside, away from the icy wind stiffening my fingers and chilling my neck. After I unwound myself from the afghan I kept in my desk (and only used in the summer months), I gathered up my lunch and my phone and headed out for an impromptu picnic in my car.
What I hadn’t considered was that the office runs the air conditioning so cold because it was, well, hot outside. Very hot, in fact. So hot that the cheese was melting in my sandwich and the lettuce looked like something that had washed ashore months, maybe even years, ago. I was parked in the shade and had taken down my car’s convertible top, but I still couldn’t manage to get comfortable. I’d already shed my sandals and cardigan, which left me wearing my sundress and…
Dare I?
I glanced around the parking lot of Real Estate Evaluation Services, the ‘go-to firm for all your commercial real estate needs’, according to the brochures. No one, human or drone, was taking a noontime stroll, and, by virtue of my being on the far side of the lot, no cars were near mine. Most of my coworkers didn’t even have cars, so the lot was rarely more than half-full. What was more, from where I sat, I couldn’t even see the office.
I dared.
I took a deep breath and channeled my inner wild woman, then leaned the seat back and slipped off my panties. Removing that small bit of cotton made an incredible difference, and the heat became somewhat bearable. Enjoyable, even. Was that a breeze?
Ignoring my decrepit sandwich, I fully reclined the seat, set the alarm on my phone, and closed my eyes. A nap. Now that would make today bearable.
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Suddenly, he is there.
Here.
Kissing me, holding me.
I know I'm dreaming, because he's perfect. His lips are soft but insistent, his hands gentle. I glide my fingers across his back, feeling thick cords of muscle, before sinking my fingers into his hair. It’s superfine, like cobwebs, and when I crack an eyelid, I learn that it’s silver. Not gray or white, but the elegant hue of antique candlesticks and fine flatware. Cool.
I squeeze my eyes shut again, not wanting the dream to end any sooner than it has to. He kisses me once more, and I can’t help melting against him. His hand travels up my leg, up past my hip… shit! No panties!
I try twisting away, but he already knows. I feel his mouth stretch into a smile, and he moves to nuzzle my neck. "What’s your name?" he murmurs.
"Sara," I reply. "Yours?"
"Micah." By now, his hands have traveled to my waist, and he slides one around to stroke the small of my back. "Why did you summon me, Sara?"
"I didn’t," I protest. "I don’t know how." I would say more, but he nibbles a trail from my neck to my shoulder, and pushes my dress to the side. As for me, I let him.
Micah raises his head, and I get a good look at him for the first time. His eyes are large and dark gray, like thunderheads, his features chiseled into warm caramel skin, and his unruly mop of silver hair seems to float around his head. He wears an odd, buff-colored leather shirt, made all the odder in this heat, and matching leather pants and boots. Boots?
"You did summon me," he insists. "My Sara, you must tell me why."
"Does it matter?" I ask. I pull him back to me, kissing him with all the passion I’ve never felt with anyone during my waking hours. Micah kisses me back, fingers deftly unbuttoning my dress while his other hand rubs my lower back. I’ve never felt so free, so alive as I do in Micah’s embrace, and I have no intention of rushing this. None at all.

Jennifer Allis Provost is a native New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with her beautiful and precocious twins, a dog, a parrot, two cats, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice cream. As a child, she read anything and everything she could get her hands on, including a set of encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any and all domestic behavior.
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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

My Highland Lord by Tarah Scott

Happy Tuesday, sunflowers!

Romance fans rejoice! I very rarely post romance here on Auggie-Talk, but when I do you better believe they're gonna be good!

Today's Tingly Treat is "My Highland Lord" by Tarah Scott. There's great info on the book and author and a VERY AWESOME "extra" excerpt. It's longer than your standard excerpts which means you can get a better idea of this story.  -LOVE- long excerpts!

Enjoy dearlings.




Phoebe Wallington (London Heiress) and Kiernan MacGregor (the Marquess of Ashlund) tale is absolutely riveting.” –Rhonda Tutt
Fast paced and passion filled. If you enjoy conspiracies,romance,witty banter,danger and passion,then pick up this title. You will not not regret reading this wonderful story!” – My Book Addiction

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ABOUT Tarah Scott
Award winning author Tarah Scott cut her teeth on authors such as Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, and Amanda Quick. Her favorite book is a Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second. She writes modern classical romance, and paranormal and romantic suspense. Tarah grew up in Texas and currently resides in Westchester County, New York with her daughter.


 
ABOUT  My Highland Lord
 London Heiress kidnapped by the Marquess of Ashlund, read the headlines. Yet no one tried to save her.
Phoebe Wallington was seven years old when a mass assassination attempt rocked Regency England. Her father was the only accused traitor to elude capture. Now as a grown woman and a British spy, she is no closer to learning what really happened that day.
Phoebe's quest for the truth takes a sudden turn when she's kidnapped by a suspected traitor. But Kiernan MacGregor, the Marquess of Ashlund, may not live long enough to stand trial. Someone wants him dead. And Phoebe stands in the killer's way.





 



 "My Highland Lord" Long Excerpt (What a treat!) 


Edinburgh, Scotland

The criminal was alive and well. Yet, the one man who could have exposed him was dead. Phoebe stared at the clipping of the obituary notice printed in the Times five days ago. The knowledge of his death settled around her as black as the darkness surrounding her carriage. The lantern flickered with the sway of the carriage as she slid her gaze over the paragraph that extolled Bow Street Sheriff John Stafford’s criminal expertise, and past the mention of his involvement in The Cato Street Conspiracy. A man’s life reduced to two paragraphs. For the hundredth time since she'd first read the obituary, she settled her gaze on the final line.
September 1837, John Stafford died in his London home.
Phoebe refolded the clipping, set it on her lap, and pulled another document from her reticule. She ran her fingers along the age-yellowed edges of the only letter her father had written to her mother, the letter she had shown John Stafford when she'd visited him in his home five years ago. She unfolded the foolscap and, with a deep breath, began reading. Her lips moved in tandem with the words she'd long ago memorized.

May 20, 1820
My Dearest Amelia,
Please forgive this letter so long overdue. I am well and I have found safe haven—at least for the moment. You have, no doubt, heard the news that I am wanted for high treason, and now you know that my suspicions were correct. Amelia, you cannot know how my accusers make even the most abhorrent criminal look like one of God’s angels. I sorely underestimated the depth of their deceit. Fool that I am, I did not anticipate being branded a traitor in their stead.
I know your heart is heavy, my love, but no more so than mine. It is shocking to learn that one’s leaders are willing to sacrifice their countrymen for money and power. Ironically, had I known then what I now know, I would be guilty of their accusations. Do not shudder. I know I speak treason, but you cannot comprehend the fine line between reason and desperation when all choices have been eliminated.
Would it shock you to hear that I relish the day I shall destroy my accusers? They have taken all I hold dear: you, our darling Phoebe and, lastly, my freedom. While I cannot like Arthur Thistlewood—his motives are not pure as he would have us believe—in one thing he was right: those few rich and powerful men who rule supreme in our society have stolen our rights.
I have a plan, which, of course, I cannot elaborate upon here, but I must uncover the truth. Otherwise…well, otherwise, I am no better than Thistlewood—or those men who brought him to justice.
I do not know when I will have another opportunity to write. Give Phoebe my love, and do not despair. I have not.
Your loving husband,
Mason

It wasn't until her mother's death ten years ago that Phoebe learned her father sent this letter.  The letter, hidden amongst her mother's personal correspondence, had been folded with a newspaper clipping dated February 24, 1820, the day after the Spencean Society's planned assassination of the Cabinet. The newspaper clipping, a statement made by Lord Sidmouth to the London Gazette concerning the charge of high treason against Thistlewood and his murder of Bow Street runner Richard Smithers, also mentioned the bounty on Thistlewood's head. The paragraphs were framed by a note written in her father's hand on the sides.
Sidmouth could not have yet known that Thistlewood killed Smithers. Here is proof positive the noose had been put around Thistlewood's neck before he even planned the assassinations.
"Why?" Phoebe whispered. Why had her father been falsely accused and why had he cared that the government ensured Thistlewood's capture? Thistlewood was a known murderer, a man—A sharp sideways jostle yanked Phoebe back to the present. “What in—” Another jolt cut short the exclamation.
She yanked back the curtain and peered into the darkness. No lights dotted the countryside as they should have, and moonlight revealed open fields beyond the road.
She quickly refolded the letter and clipping, stuffed them into her reticule, then opened the door an inch and called, “Where are we, Calders? I don’t recognize this road.”
“Taking a shortcut, Miss,” came the muffled reply.
“Wha—" The coach listed, and she slammed the door with the force of the movement, tumbling back against the cushion. "By heavens."
Phoebe seized the handle again. The door was yanked from her grasp and flung open. A man filled the doorway. She jerked back as a rush of air guttered the lantern flame. Her heart jumped when she lost sight of the intruder for an instant, then the light flared to life again. The man gripped the side of the open doorway of the slowing carriage, one leg braced on the floor. She took in eyes bluer than any she'd ever seen, an angled face, and a fit body leaning forward on one powerful leg—a leg clad in finely cut trousers. Thievery paid well these days!
She cut her gaze to his and he grinned. Phoebe pooled her strength. Understanding flickered in his eyes the instant before she kicked his shoulder with a slippered foot. With a loud grunt, he toppled from the coach. She lunged forward, caught hold of the flapping door, and hung her head out the doorway, scanning the road behind for the brigand. The coach was slowing even more, and her heart leapt higher in her throat when he jumped to his feet and starting toward them.
“Calders,” she yelled, “lay whip to the horses. Quickly!”
The coach halted so suddenly, she tumbled through the door, and landed on her side. A dull pain throbbed deep in her shoulder. She pushed onto an elbow and fingered the tender place on her arm. No blood. Thank God she'd worn a cloak.
The carriage creaked and Phoebe looked up to see the murky form of her coachman as he dropped to the ground. She scrambled to her feet and turned in the direction of the highwayman. He wasn’t hastening to them as expected, but strolled forward while dusting off his trousers. She turned on unsteady feet to face Calders and her eyes came into sharp focus upon the face of a stranger.
She recoiled, then narrowed her eyes on him. “Where's Calders. What have you done with him? If you harmed him—”
"Never fear, madam, he is unharmed."
Phoebe whirled at the sound of the velvet, deep voice belonging to the highwayman.
"I promise," he said, "Calders was simply delayed.”
A sudden pounding of hooves riveted her attention onto the distant shadowy forms of four approaching horsemen.
“There!” one of the newcomers shouted. “There she is.”
She looked back at the highwayman in time to see him step toward her. He seized her arm. She tried to yank free, but he dragged her toward the carriage.
“Mather,” he said in a low voice, “get this coach underway. Now."
Phoebe dug her heels into the ground and was abruptly hauled over his shoulder. She cried out, but he didn't slow his pace.
“Release me, you fool!" she shouted. His shoulder dug into her stomach with each long, hurried stride he took. Phoebe kicked, despite the pain.
"Be still" he ordered, and clamped his arm down on her legs.
She thrashed harder. A shot rang out. She jerked her head up, but found herself tossed onto the cushions of the carriage.
The highwayman jumped into the carriage after her. “Damnation.” He slammed the door shut. “They mean to put a ball through me.”
He pounded on the coach roof and they lurched into motion. Phoebe clutched at the door handle, but pitched forward despite the effort. Her captor shoved her back against the cushions, holding her firm as he pulled back the curtain and peered out the window.
“Bloody hell.” He looked at her. “Fine time for shenanigans.”
She frowned. “Perhaps you should keep a tighter hand on your band.”
“They are not my band, madam.” His gaze was still fixed out the window. “They are, however, a persistent band and will reach us momentarily.” He twisted to look in the direction they were headed, then pounded on the carriage roof and shouted, “Mather, make for that abandoned farm up ahead.”
The carriage veered and Phoebe bounced left and right despite his hold on her. Stories of runaway carriages conjured pictures of broken necks and twisted bodies, and she envisioned herself pitching forward head first into the opposite seat. The arm pinning her to the cushions suddenly encircled her waist. Another jolt of the carriage, and her unwanted companion yanked her tight against his chest.
Her senses flooded with the aroma of wool and musky sandalwood. They listed when the carriage swayed perilously to one side. Phoebe seized his lapel and buried her face deeper in his chest. If there was a God in heaven, she would land on the brigand when the carriage rolled and he would break his neck while saving hers.
The carriage halted. He threw back the door and jumped to the ground, dragging her with him. The farmhouse stood a few feet away. Phoebe scanned the distance. The riders approached at a gallop and would soon reach the barn that sat sixty feet from the house. The highwayman grabbed her hand and started around the side of the ramshackle farmhouse. She started to yank free, but hesitated. Two bands of extortionists? Why—and which was the more dangerous?

 
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Monday, July 15, 2013

UPRISING by Dawn Jayne

Happy Monday, lovebugs!


It's the beginning to what will be another AWESOME week, right!? To start things off I've got a great book for you guys. Urban Fantasy fans won't want to miss this one!





UPRISING
by
Dawn Jayne




Title: Uprising
Author:  Dawn Jayne
Series: Fires of Providence
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Time and Tide Publishing
Release Date: Nov 27 2012
Editions Available In: Ebook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Heralds are the most powerful of all angels, secretive and feared, created for a single purpose. Only those most courageous and worthy earn a place within the elite choir, and only by breaking ancient oaths held sacred can the honor be stripped. It's a punishment that hasn't been imposed in over two-thousand years, until a single reckless act sets off a firestorm, threatening to consume all creation.
Rise Hawke never suspected she'd been marked to play a role in the deadly events unfolding in the spiritual realm. Independent and resistant to authority, she isn't thrilled when she meets Dominik, an angel with new wings, an old grudge, and a mysterious agenda he's determined to impose.
Vowing to uncover the secrets kept from her, Rise soon learns that knowing what you are isn't nearly as dangerous as discovering why. Hunted by those who want to destroy her, and controlled by those who would see her fulfill her purpose, she is forced into a brutal battle set in motion long before she was ever born. It soon becomes clear that what one angel will risk to earn the title of Herald, is matched only by what another will do to keep it.

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Dawn Jayne is an Urban and Paranormal Fantasy author from Indianapolis, Indiana USA.
Dawn was an avid reader from a young age, and her desire to write took hold soon thereafter. She loaded up on creative writing classes in school, and posted short stories online to hone her skills - and to make certain she had the thick skin necessary to survive the world of publication!
Uprising is Dawn's first novel, but one that has been in her head for most of her life in one form or another. No matter what job she held - from being a Marine to a mother to a veterinary receptionist - she was always hearing voices and spinning tales in her head. Uprising is a blend of fantasy, spirituality, ancient arts and astrology, all woven together while keeping a foundation in the real world.
Her manuscript was accepted by Time and Tide Publishing in 2012, the first in what will be a three book series. She hopes her story will be a positive contribution to the wonderful Urban Fantasy genre, and wants nothing more than her words to bring enjoyment to readers.
Dawn lives with her family on the Southside of Indianapolis.

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"What are you?” she demanded. “What do you want?”
Tyre considered the questions. There was no reason he had to lie to her at this point, and he’d grown tired of the charade anyway. He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m the angel who’s going to save your soul. Again.”
“You’re insane,” Katie whispered and started rummaging through the glove box, her hands shaking as she dumped paperwork and other items all over. Tyre guessed she was looking for something to use as a weapon, so he allowed her to continue; it would earn him a few moments of quiet and nothing in the car could harm him.
He hit the accelerator and tested the steering capabilities. It was almost time for the big finish, and he wanted no mistakes. Tyre started weaving from one lane to another, relishing the adrenaline rush. He laughed until a pair of taillights came up fast on the right. “There might be witnesses.” He turned to Katie. “This could be a problem. Try to act natural, will you?”
“Witnesses?” Katie repeated, looking back and forth between Tyre and the road. The broken yellow lines whipped by so fast they appeared almost solid. She started to cry, but then she, too, spotted the other vehicle. She seized the manual handle controlling the windows and cranked as fast as she could, calling out for assistance.
“Brilliant.” He cast a sideways look to the girl. “Well, there’s no way to avoid them now, is there?” He reached over and grabbed her hand. “Wave. Be polite.” He waggled her wrist, making her hand dance. “Say farewell.”

Auggie's Review



Okay. I'm not a huge Urban Fantasy fan, for no reason other than they tend to all sludge about in the same general direction.

Friends, UPRISING was not one of these sludgers. It was a fast paced, enjoyable read that's got me itching to get the next one. Not only that but there was DEPTH (thank you, Ms. Jayne). Fascinating information, and a lot of research it seems done by the author to insure that her world was vibrant, exciting, and mythologically extraordinary. 
I'm an angel fan, okay? Aren't you? I mean geez. In general I enjoy (smart) books that are based on the angelic realm in some way, shape, or form. Sometimes I'm disappointed by the lack of effort or imagination put into books of this genre type but UPRISING definitely gave me plenty to enjoy. 
Regardless of whether or not you're a fan of angelic themes, this is an Urban Fantasy book that you're not going to want to miss. Even if you're not an Urban Fantasy fan, I ask that you pick this book up to at LEAST read through the first chapter or two. 
Ms. Jayne's writing style is witty and sharp. The images I continued to conjure up in my head while reading this had me laughing. If you want to know what I mean just read the excerpt above.

This is another one of those books where I'm looking around saying "Make a movie? SOMEONE MAKE THIS A MOVIE!"

Adventure, excitement, and humor. I give this Urban Fantasy by Dawn Jayne a solid 4/5. 
Who knew Angels had so many issues. 


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Thursday, July 11, 2013

Featured Author: Sherry Soule and her "Immortal Eclipse Dream Cast"!

Another happy Thursday, dear ones!

I've got the last installment of what has been an entertaining and excellent series of author contributions from author SHERRY SOULE who wrote "Immortal Eclipse".

This is a book that you don't want to miss, loves!

Now, here's Sherry Soule with her DREAM CAST. There are QUITE a few of these that I must also second vote on. Like... Jensen Ackles. Please and thank you!

Enjoy!
Sherry Soule's
Immortal Eclipse
Dream Cast
 

Sherry Soule is celebrating the release of her new novel, IMMORTAL ECLIPSE. If you like supernatural suspense mingled with a dash of chick-lit and a healthy dose of paranormal romance, then this is the book for you.
This would be Sherry’s dream cast of actors if her books were made into a movie. So without further ado here are her top actor picks...
Skylar Blackwell is snarky, stubborn, and passionate about fashion—especially footwear—type of heroine, that any woman who can understand that being fashionable, spunky, and having designer shoes is important (a girl after my own heart)...even if you’re solving a supernatural murder mystery. It is a hard choice between these two radiant and talented actresses (love their shoes in these pics!), Kristin Kreuk or Nina Dobrev:
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I like tortured heroes, and mine is Dorian, a broken man, who wrestles with his inner demons. He is haunted by his past, scarred by memories of an unrequited love that broke his heart. For the part of the tragic hero, I think these brilliant and hunky actors would be great: Kellan Lutz or Jensen Ackles:
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(Note from Auggie: Umm.... YES PLEASE!) 
For Skylar’s courageous friend, Emma, I like theses remarkable actresses: Drew Barrymore or Christina Applegate:
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For the mysterious and smarmy Victor Pratt, I like this actor, Jay Ryan:
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For the cute and outspoken, Margaret, I think this actress would be great, Jessica Parker Kennedy:
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For the grumpy housekeeper, Mrs. Pratt, I like this amazing actress, Phyllis Logan:
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Hope you enjoyed this post. It has been an honor to share my actor picks with all of you. If you haven’t seized your copy of IMMORTAL ECLIPSE yet, please do so. Chilling and thrilling escapades await you! Now go feed your mind and read a book. Preferably mine. ;-)
Okay, so there you have it, Sherry’s favorite actor picks. If you’ve read Immortal Eclipse, what actors would you pick for the leading roles?

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Mystery, Murder, and Manolo Blahnik
A devoted fashionata and practical New Yorker, Skylar Blackwell doesn’t believe in the supernatural—until she inherits Summerwind Mansion. . . .

When her uncle is brutally murdered, and the cops seem uninterested in following up the case, Skylar journeys to California to seek answers. Her search for clues is soon overshadowed by haunting nightmares of a young woman also murdered in the house.

Now the inhabitants of Summerwind are mysteriously dying, leaving no evidence as to how or why, and Skylar finds herself in a deadly race against time to expose the killer—before they strike again.

The problem is . . . whoever it is may not be human.

Armed with only wit and Pradas, Skylar begins questioning the servants, but the growing list of suspects includes the sexy and brooding caretaker, Dorian
Delacroix, a man desperately trying to forget his tragic past. And a major distraction for Skylar.

Determined to play detective—instead of the fashion police—and unravel the dark history of the mansion, Skylar is plunged into an otherworldly mystery that not even she can explain away. As the boundaries between reality and dreams blur, Skylar’s greatest challenge is to stay alive long enough to learn the truth….


 That's all for this glorious Thursday, dears!

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