Defying Fate Release Blitz!

Title:  Defying Fate (Book Two Fate Series)
Author: Lola James   
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description:

Love… Death… Fate!

Megan opened her heart and defied her fate for love. Alex wanted nothing more than to be with Megan, no matter the cost. After a vision meticulously unravels her existence it leaves Megan wondering is their love worth death?

To escape her demise, Megan enlists the help of Emilian, her vampire protector. However, the world around her slips away as his presence melts her, a gaze ignites her, and when he touches her every sensual fantasy plays in her mind. The problem is she has a job to do and she can’t afford to lose focus but he’s the only one that can keep the looming threats away.

What’s a girl to do? Death is not an option but it may be the only one she has… Continue the fated journey in Defying Fate.

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Author Bio:

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Lola is a fool for a love story, a sucker for a cupcake, and let’s not talk about what she’d do for a Klondike bar. She enjoys long walks on the beach and movies that involve chainsaws. By day she's the HR Lady and by nightfall she puts on a cape to become a romance writer.

Excerpt:

I marched back into the living room and toward the box before striking the match and tossing it in. I watched the red sequins melt as the fire picked up and began to roar.

I had just ended that dress’s life and in doing so ended the manipulative events that followed, right there on the living room floor. 

“Megan, are you burning—” Emilian’s eyes widened as he rounded the corner from the hallway. In a blur, he was out the doorway and back from some other part of the house with a fire extinguisher in hand.

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Rules:

• International participants are eligible only for eBook prizes only
• U.S. participants are eligible for all prizes
• All winning entries will be validated
• Giveaway runs from Aug 11th to Sep 3rd

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Whimsy 8.7.13

Welcome to my

Whimsical Writer's Wonderful WIP Wednesday!

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STATUS:

project: BREAKING ANGELINA
series: Paranormal Investigation, #1.5
status: 32K!!! About 64% complete
cover reveal: Sept 4, 2013

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EXCERPT:

The smell of sex hangs in the air like an accusation.

The bed is a mess, her blood smeared on the sheets. Shit, she was a virgin. How could I have not realized that? I should’ve noticed there was no smell of another male on her.

Condoms in the trash can. One broke and I pray she’s not pregnant. She was fertile; I could smell it… I rake my hands through my hair.

What have I done?

But if I could do it all over again, I would.

I sit on the side of my bed, watching her sleep, her golden hair fanning out across the dark pillow, the sheet only partly covering her. I had loved how those silky tresses and fallen over my face as she lay on top of me, as she rained kisses down over my face, chest…

I want to reach out and touch her again. Pull her to me. Kiss her. Take her. Mine.

Every inch of her body has burned itself into my soul. I snort with self derision—wolves mate for life. That would be why this was such a bad idea.

But she’s not mine. I can’t really have her.

If the Usurper got a hold of her like he did to Sammi…

No, I will move heaven and hell to make sure that doesn’t happen. Not again, not ever again, will he hurt something of mine.

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Recovering from Total Social Burnout!

Last week turned the whole household upside down:

1. We started off the week off-kilter because of (1) food allergies (we broke all our strict food rules) and (2) we spent the whole weekend running around. The kids had a sleepover with their best friend, and TJ and I had our first date in years.

2. Two kids got poison ivy from running in the woods with their friend.

3. I got hives that won't go away. We don't know what's causing them, and the heavy duty medication that the doc gave me doesn't work.

4. 6 doctor / dentist visits in one week.

5. My parents, and then later my brother, came to visit.

6. My mom spent the whole week with us as she taught the kids how to sew.

7. Our dining room table was covered in sewing machines and we had to picnic in the living room every day.

My parents are great and wonderful people. My mom is really caring and teaches sewing to a girls' club, and my dad is a great preacher (yeah, I'm a PK, with all the typical rebellious stereotype to go with it).

Back Row: Grampy and Grammy
Front Row:  my kidlets, Spider Girl #2, #3, and #1 (holding our cat Custard)

The kids had a great time learning to sew, despite being all itchy. It warmed my heart to watch them get to know their grandmother. My parents live 3 states and 8+ hours away, and they visit maybe once every 3 years or so.


But for me and TJ, the constant social interaction was . . . exhausting. Our usual routine was completely out of wack, and we ran out of small tack on Day One. Our nice quiet moments in the evening with books and snuggling or writing while swapping ideas back and forth was all screwed up.


We survived the week, and I even managed to write 4,000 words last week. They left happy and contented, and we now have our kitchen table back.


However, we are exhausted, cranky, and low on energy. Total SOCIAL BURNOUT! It's a week to recharge our souls. This means music, reading, lots of quiet time, and snuggling. Some time soaking up the wonderful summer weather.


What do you do to relax after stressful social visits?

Whimsy 7.31.13

Welcome to my

Whimsical Writer's Wonderful WIP Wednesday!

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STATUS:

project: BREAKING ANGELINA
series: Paranormal Investigation, #1.5
status: 30K!!! About 60% complete
cover reveal: COMING SOON!

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EXCERPT:

Behind me, the bedroom door swings open, and I can feel his gaze on my back, studying me. I turn to look at him over my glass.

He’s beautiful. Silk pajama pants riding low on his hips. Barefoot. Shirtless. His muscles sculpting his arms and chest. Silvery white hair to his shoulders. The perfect jaw—strong and sure—and soft lips. Everything I could want.

“I lit candles.” His voice sounds rather shy, and he’s blushing.

Maybe he’s not that different from me after all. Maybe under all his bravado, he’s lonely and hur-ting like I am.

He leads me to the bedroom, and I hold my breath. I don’t tell him I’ve never done this before—afraid he’ll scoff at me—but I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.

Candles on the bed stand and dresser cast a dim light over the dark room. A mess litters the floor, the chair, and tables, but the bed looks clean as if he just changed the sheets.

His hands run through my hair, brushing the a few stray locks off my shoulders, then down my sides, over my hips. I close my eyes, trying to imagine Jason touching me instead, but Hunter smells so wild, like wildflowers on a spring day, like pine trees and the richness of the earth.

Hunter trails kisses down my neck, soft and hot, melting into my skin. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I can’t picture Jason, can’t remember what he looks like. Can’t remember anything but the feel of Hunter’s hands on me, his soft touch, his warm skin.

My clothes slip to the floor, but I don’t remember taking them off. I giggle as he cups my breast and plays with the nipple, and something deep inside me quivers with pleasure.

His face in the crook of my neck, he breathes me in.

I look up into his amber eyes, pain and hope mingling within them. The desire burning in his gaze takes my breath away.

Pushing away thoughts of Jason and the voices, I pull Hunter’s mouth to mine and kiss him. Tonight, nothing else exists but me and Hunter.

Tonight, I am his.

He scoops me up and lays me on his bed. His hands run over my hips, grip my ass, and then splay across my stomach before inching up and stroking my breast. His heat soaks into me until every inch of me is on fire.

“You’re beautiful,” he says

I smile and pull him down on top of me.

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Concerning Iron Man 3 in 3D and Lazy Strolls through Bookstores

The kids had a sleepover with their best friend, and thus TJ and I had our first date night in over a year. Dinner at Amar India, and then a nice slow browse through the bookstore.


Bookstores are luxuries I once took for granted. When you have three kids in tow, there is no such thing as browsing. You can't stop to flip through a book when your youngest is dancing ten paces ahead, and your middle child is lagging behind, and your oldest has wandered off to browse books by herself.


So we took a nice leisurely stroll through Barnes and Noble, exploring the fantasy section to find new authors we haven't had a chance to read yet. When we got home, we ordered some books from the library:  Benedict Jacka and M.J. Scott.

Image credit goes to HD Wallpapers

After the bookstore, we went to the cheap theater to watch Iron Man 3. Usually by the time a movie series gets to its 3rd movie, it loses all its goodness. Character development is cheesy. Plots are weak. Writing sucks. And the special affects are the only good thing you can say about it.


But I actually enjoyed it. I liked that Tony Stark was struggling with PTSD, afraid that next time he won't be there to save Pepper if the world would get into danger again. I liked how this took the character into a period of darkness as he struggled to both cope and plan for any future eventuality.


Then we went home, ate ice cream, and the rest of the evening is none of your business. hehehehe.