Why are you doing Romance, Logan? When can we get stupid Lies and Legends? I don’t understand why you are abandoning us!—- I should have already done a cover reveal/release info post so here it is! — and also other answers to your questions about my very existence…

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THAT’S said to be MR & MRS Smith meets Pulp Fiction xxxxx

 

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 Here is the Goodreads Link to o read more about the Game of Realms series that is exactly how it sounds. Game of Thrones meets A Court of Thorns and Roses 😀

 

Okay, so, as to the questions:

I have always played at romance. If you’ve read Stockholm Sexy, that has romantic scenes, as does The Last City. Stockholm was my FIRST novel, and when I left Adult Thriller for YA, I sort of ventured away from heat levels thinking teens would read my books…alas….adults read ALL of my books haha. So as you can see if you read The Last City series, heat levels increase as we get older characters.

Lies and Legends is in it’s FINAL drafting stage. When you see Stockholm being put out, it’s because it was written about ten plus years ago. I have not forsaken my main series…whatsoever. If you are wondering if I’m too busy for TLC you are out of your MIND. My main series (The Last City) will FOREVER be my MAIN series. Period.

Zombies, superheroes, and mayhem is my home to stay. But. There will be more to come from OLDer works that should have been published a thousand years ago.

Unhinged II will be out this year. As will The Lucky Ones. I can’t friggin wait. The Lucky Ones will be a serial and it’s romance too…dystopian romance with a big R. Very intense/angsty. I love writing that stuff too.

The ONLY new thing aside from Lies is going to be the fabulous book above ^^^^ The Noble Throne, and that story too, was not started just right now, and did not just right now put anything on pause, it is in fact, something that started dead even with Lies and we are already finished with first draft because I wasn’t writing it all by my onsie.

Yes, that was Pirate slang. If you have not read my pirate slang in Bonecaller, go do that first, then come back.

I’ll wait….

What is coming next NEXT, you ask? FREAKING MAYHEM and a girl who is revenge incarnate—‘a walking hurricane’ (You’ll see who says that later if you read.)

Back to writing.

L

Bonecaller Prologue (Magic War Series)

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Prologue

Eager footprints mar the perfect blanket of white, depressions amidst the tufts of freshly fallen snow that lead toward the cottage. Sleep-spelled and dreaming next to a cozy fire, the inhabitants are unaware of the treachery on its way.

Tonight, a witch and wizard plot.

Outside frosted windows, the witch hastily works. Hands high, eyes lit green, lips soundlessly chanting; the mark of a trueborn witch floats on a breeze only the witch and wizard can feel. Her red hair warns all that she is most powerful.

Her chanting fades away.

She nods, finished, and they enter.

Their search begins inside the cottage, for the one born one at a time. She’d be a twin, dark-haired, dark-eyed: a sorceress.

The wizard is first to find her. Asleep in bed, though her hands curl near her face in a childish pose, a young woman hides beneath round cheeks. Most of these are found as babes, but this pretty dreamer has slipped through the mapping of the stars. She’s hidden safe on this mountain, out of the grasp of strangers.

Until now.

“Make certain,” the wizard says, unafraid of the level of his voice.

His witch has never faltered in a sleeping spell before.

“It’s too soon, Tearlach,” the witch replies, uncareful of volume, as well.

“Make certain.”

The witch hesitates, and the wizard grabs her wrist.

Encased in black leather, cape draped across broad shoulders, he pulls her toward him.

Her eyes fall from his face to the medallion at his chest. It may hang from a chain around the wizard’s neck, but the collar of power tightens around her instead.

The witch’s gaze searches the wizard’s again.

“Remember how I found you?” he says. “A witch born of all seasons, stripped of her powers, thieved upon by careless conjuring. A silly, little witch who lost her blessings until not but a meager summer witch was all that remained.” He sneers as if this is the lowliest of powers. “You’ve proven yourself loyal, Esme, and I’ve restored your seasons, but just as I have given, I can take away.”

The wizard holds the witch flush against his body, and though her expression is one of fear, her eyes host the madness of a witch in love with power.

His fingers spread across her cheek—not a caress—rather a slow gripping of the side of her face. “And you know that the taking will be quite painful,” he finishes.

It would end her.

The witch swallows, but then startles, looking beyond the wizard.

The medallion has disrupted the sleeping spell. She’d stood too close.

A kink in the thread of magic tugs on her, its ebb and flow interrupted, and she watches as the raven-haired girl sits up in her bed.

Barely above a decade, stiff now, seeing them in her room, the child lifts her chin, and demands, “Who are you?”

“You are still asleep,” the witch says quietly. She glides to the bedside. “What you see is not real.”

Doubt flickers in the dark gaze, and the girl nods, but sleepy or not, she’s had the dreams. Like all with great power, she’d be fair warned of things besides human business. She’s been prepared as well as the stars can provide for a purpose: to bring balance to the islands.

She may not know herself yet, as the power only arrives to the woman who is fully woman, but she’s imagined enough to wonder if the dreams mean something, the witch and wizard in her room means… something.

The witch tries to sooth her, but the girl decides that she might fight.

An echo of what she will be tempts her, chooses for her that she’ll not call for help. What better weapon is there than she? Calling others would put them in danger, and what is more dangerous than she?

This child raises her hand. An ancient, though simple method of summoning magic.

The wizard groans before gripping his arm. “Impossible,” he says as the proof disputes his words in the form of snapping bone.

The sound of it rings through the cottage.

“Stop her!” he shouts, panicking.

The witch lunges for the girl, wrapping long, white fingers around her shoulders. “There-there, little dove,” she coos. “We don’t want to be wasting such a thing, tis only a dream, we’re not real, believe that we are just a nightmare, wouldn’t you rather sleep?”

Darkness narrows on the witch. Ages old, they seem, and inside of her eyes the witch sees her own soul, black for the stolen seasons of power, black for the traitorous things she’s done against her own kind for the wizard, and black for the future she will behold for her treachery.

The witch rears back from the girl, away from the visions of pain and death, of the balance the stars promise in retribution for this very night.

She puts a hand to her cheek, wet now with a single tear. She’s seen what she was, but worse, what Tearlach would eventually do to her. How he would dispose of her lifeless body over the quay.

How he’d stand and watch her bloated face sink and be swallowed into the depths of the cold northern ocean.

How he’d never love her.

One would take her place.

Not prettier, but more powerful. A worse thing is the latter.

The wizard yells as more of his bones are broken. “Bind her, Esme! Bind her now!”

But Esme hesitates.

The witch waits as the truth still left in her calls for disobedience. For what is more honest than this ancient power possessed by this child? Why, she could weep at the webbing of such magnificence, a thing sprawling outward, crawling, creeping, reaching for them, trying to set things right. To find something so pure in her lifetime, the witch has heard the tale of a tale of a tale, but no longer… she’s seen it now: sorcery.

Death magic. Not stolen, but gifted.

A Bonecaller.

And it is as if the stars breathe that word into the soul of any who would try to harm their avenger, striking fear into their hearts. “Bonecaller,” they whisper, the balancer of magic is here, the one who perfects the scales of war.

Esme shakes her head, backing away, tripping over her feet, almost hoping the wizard falls beneath the child’s ancient power.

Him or me, she thinks.

“What are you doing!” the wizard cries.

But before the witch is forced to answer, before she can flee, a boy races into the room.

“Mysteria!” he shouts to his twin, holding a sword long as his body, above his head like a warrior, instead of a boy that’s merely a decade old.

He swipes at the wizard and misses, the blade instead catching and sticking in the wooden post of his sister’s bed.

It’s a sword from the Order, the witch would recognize those jewels anywhere.

Someone must have known the girl was special before they’d ever arrived.

Esme backs away from the scene, her hands twisted in her long red mane.

Its destiny played out before her. The boy, his sword, the girl, her power, they’ll see it come to fruition, the fates shifting back against Tearlach -the wizard- and her.

But…

When the little Bonecaller turns her hand onto Esme, the witch is weak.

Esme’s not brave enough to accept her punishment.

She feels the bones in her legs straining, and like the petty, sick thing that she is, she screams out, and begs the little one to stop.

She’d thought she was prepared until the bones inside her skin began to move and split and fracture and shred her insides.

If she could only endure the pain and accept the fate…

Wouldn’t it be a far better one than to be swallowed by the water?

Instead, she crawls across the room, pitiful. She grabs a mirror, and she holds it up showing the girl her reflected self, her reflected power.

It’s the only thing she knows to do.

Having not known her full ability yet, the child only tries harder. A mistake.

Like a young snake loosing far too much venom to its own peril, she pushes her energy to its end.

A grievous error.

Before Esme can stop her, before she can warn the powerful one born one at a time that this is not what is done, the magic is spun backwards from mirror to girl.

The mirror shatters.

And the same as the glass, the little bones break, and the perfect skin tears, and the dark hair and the dark eyes fall.

And the little Bonecaller does not stir again.

 

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 Raven’s a dreamer trapped by a witch at the Edge of the dark wood. Her only friend, Sim, can read the stars. When Raven whispers the name of an ancient power, she steals an old and illegal magic, and inserts herself into a war. She draws the attention of the Marshal, a collector, who hunts people for a purpose of his own.

John’s a ship’s captain who’s tired of running. His sister’s murder has been a mystery he’s spent his life trying to solve. Directed by a soothsayer to find two people of magic for answers, a stowaway throws him into the war he’s been avoiding. She’s a witch fleeing for her life and John finds himself fighting for someone he barely knows.

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Release Day Blitz! Dreamweavers C.C. Ravanera

 

Title: Dreamweavers
Author: C.C. Ravanera
Genre: Fantasy
Release Date: January 29, 2015
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

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Anima thrives in a parallel world where she harvests human dreams, but she has a secret. She longs for something more. She wants to be a part of it all and not just a visitor in another body.

Something within her is changing, something she can’t explain…..no longer is she comfortable in her own skin.

When she suddenly discovers a way to have it all she soon finds out that nothing is as it seems. Everything she’s ever known is changing. One things for certain, she’s in over her head.

Thrust into a reality where she’s killing people, fighting for her very existence and meeting the angel of death. She soon finds out her entire existence has been a lie and she is the only one who can change it.

They call her the savior, but she’s just Anima, how can she save everyone when she is unsure if she can save herself?

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After creating a nice pleasant dream for one of my assigned humans for the night about walking a big yellow dog down the beach, whereas I was the dog, something peculiar happened. I was in the middle of harvesting a decent amount of Lumus when I heard a voice in my head.

“What are you doing?” I was asked.

Startled, I looked around and found the man in the dream looking at me curiously. I quickly assessed him and found his conscious mind was still asleep. I was faced with an alert subconscious — another new thing I had never encountered before — and one I didn’t know how to deal with.

“Oh, hi, ahh… I’m working?” Is this the next test?

We were in the middle of his brain activity, which had a faint purple hue to it. I felt calm and rested inside it, even though I’d been rushing all night, finishing our assignments. The energy was gently flowing into me and my human, Michael Red, was watching the process thoughtfully.

“Are you absorbing me?” he asked curiously.

Uh-oh. Was I? What was I supposed to say? I didn’t really know what happened to humans when they woke up after my visits. I’d always assumed our visits had been undetected, and humans had not been affected by them at all. Since we’d never stayed around to see dawn, nobody had ever seen a human wake up afterwards. Should I stop letting the energy soak into me? But what if this was a test?

I must have taken my time answering because Michael Red started speaking again. “I’ve read about beings like you,” he said, changing the topic. Either he wasn’t bothered with being absorbed or he was changing tactics.

I was beginning to think that perhaps I should leave, but what he’d said tweaked my curiosity. He’s read about us? “Oh, have you?”

He nodded in response. “You look exactly how I imagined you would look.”

He’d just hit my most sensitive spot. But how could he see me, the real me, that is?

I straightened up and regarded him more carefully. There wasn’t really anything that striking with the man. He was tall for a human and slender in build but not too thin. Humans would consider him handsome, I supposed, with his intelligent-looking green eyes. He had a strong nose and a nice smile, though his black hair made his complexion paler than it was.

“How do I look exactly?” I countered back.

Again that nice smile appeared. “Ethereal.”

I blinked at him stupidly. Ethereal. I’d never considered myself or anyone from the Realm as ethereal. Was there something wrong with his sight?

 

CC Ravanera

C.C. hailed from the Philippines but now lives in England with her husband and two young boys. She works as a full-time nurse and absolutely enjoys it. When she’s not working she spends the rest of her time running around the house with the boys and spending quality time with her husband. In her spare time (whew!) she writes her books and dreams of becoming a ‘proper author’.

She’s addicted to coffee and chocolates. She loves reading books and waking up to the sound of birds early in the morning.

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‘KICK’ back and relax in my fabulous interview session with John L. Monk!

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“Right now “Kick” has 65 reviews on Amazon, and a 4.7 star rating out of 5. When I first published, I’d hoped people would like the book, but I never expected the reaction I’ve gotten. I had a top 500 Hall of Fame Vine Voice reviewer say it was “one of the more entertaining and unique books” he’d read that year. Another Vine Voice reviewer also gave me a great review, and multiple reviewers made statements requesting a sequel. Over on Goodreads, I have a 4.3 rating (43 ratings/16 reviews), which is pretty good for Goodreads. I’m hugely flattered.” John L. Monk

I know I’ve whetted your appetite for this for far too long! Here it is folks,
John L. Monk rocks the house with our very first Loganesque interview.

*cue music as John enters*

So John, are you as stoked about this interview as I am?

John: Uh huh…

I’ll take that as a WAHOO!

I know you want to talk about your book Kick and we’ll get to that in a minute, but first relax man, have a seat, a drink, and tell us a little about your real life self. What cooks your noodle? Aka, what do like to do for fun, maybe tell us if you live in any special place, treehouse…what have you.

John: If I had to describe my hypothetical perfect day, it’d be coffee at 8:30am, reading 10 or so 5 star reviews on Amazon, going “wow” at the 300 or so purchases since last night, then opening my email to find notes from my author friends asking me “what’s your secret?!” Then I’d sit down and do some writing—and it’d all flow out of me like water! My wife would make me breakfast at some point (in a perfect world…), she’d feed the dogs, she’d walk the dogs, she’d yell into the room at some point, “hey you got 10 more 5 star reviews!” to which I’d reply, “Uh, yeah…kinda late, huh? Pssht…” Around Noon-thirty I’d take a nap, then wake up for more coffee and a few more emails, then I’d write some more, then play some video games, then maybe grill something outside. In other words, everything I do on Saturday, minus the reviews, sales, wife-made breakfast, and Noon-thirty nap. Man I’m boring, huh?

So what you are saying is that you want my life? *blinks*

We love your book Kick! But let me ask you a bit about your writing process. Yes, we want to know all about that too because lots of writers out there are just starting this gig and need to know what it takes. So, give us some info about how you come up with your ideas.

John: I get my best ideas usually right before I fall asleep. Then I have to get up, go downstairs and write them down or I absolutely will forget them. When I’m writing, I don’t normally get new ideas about plot changes. I just write out the events of the story as best I can (it’s usually awful), and occasionally I have little flashes of creativity that turn “awful” into “possibly fixable.” Generally, I re-read my chapters as a way of kick-starting my daily writing session, and I tweak it a little here and there, shape it. When I’m done with the first draft of the entire manuscript, I re-read it about 50000 times and cut/chop it into something hopefully better. My general philosophy is that every scene has to be interesting. If it’s not, I either fix it or nix it.

Kick-starting…? Get it? Had to point out that little pun to our readers…with a blow horn.

How do you get pumped for writing?

John: I’m very rarely pumped for writing. When I am, it’s usually after a really good movie or TV show like “Justified” where the writing is simply incredible. Good books do the same thing, but obviously they’re more of a time sink (and yet, you must dedicate time to reading good books if you want to succeed). I’m usually pumped when I first start something—the words come flying out of me. This is one of the reasons why some people have described “Kick” as episodic. It’s basically three consecutive “adventures” by the same character. Very easy to write because I got to write “something new” each time.

That’s actually quite a neat idea! An episodic market maybe?

Editing. What are a few must do’s for a writer in this portion of the craft?

John: I’m currently reading a book called “It was the best of sentences, it was the worst of sentences” by June Casagrande. It’s dense, meticulous reading, but it’s absolutely brilliant. Before that, I read “How not to write a novel” by Howard Mittelmark and Sandra Newman. Before that, it was another book on grammar that Stephen King recommended. Before that it was a book on self-editing. I have a bunch of links on my blog to various sites that talk about editing. Whatever a writer can do to make sure their work is perfectly polished, they should. Can we break the rules? Sure, but it’s good to know the rules so that any breaking is our idea. Before I submit the sequel to “Kick” for professional editing (a must), I will re-read Casagrande’s book again, just to shore up my basics.

I think you summed that up quite nicely.

Okay, Kick it is! Go: (tell us about your awesome book!)

John: Kick is a vigilante story with a supernatural twist. It’s about Dan, a guy who commits suicide in college, who’s able to come back into the world of the living by possessing the bodies of bad people. He pops up in their body, in full control, and basically lives his life the way he pleases. He eats at restaurants, reads novels, goes to the movies, goes fishing, and when he’s not too busy, he helps people in need. After about 3 weeks, he’ll start to get kicked (kind of like a sneeze, without the tissues). Before he’s kicked completely out of the body, he makes sure his “ride” can’t hurt anyone. It’s a little like Dexter meets Quantum Leap.

If your book had a broadcast alert how would it finish? Beeeeeeep, beeeeep, beeeep, warning this book:

John: This book will make you hungry. I’m actually not kidding. The main character doesn’t have any friends, so he tends to focus on food for enjoyment. People always say, “enjoy the little things.” But for Dan, all he has is the little things.

Ok, now that I LIKE!

Any R rated parts of your book?

John: There’s bad language, but mostly by others, and not the main character. There’s gruesome murder and sexually suggestive (and dark) material, but nothing explicitly X-rated. I’m not into the “blow by blow” analysis, if you follow me…

Got it. Your answer is nearly R rated for my blog…if you follow me.

When I googled your book, it did come up first. However, there was another similar named book below it. Tell me, have you contacted them and asked them to change it?

John: Nope. There’s a book called “Kick” about a soccer player. That’s two different kinds of Kicks, which is allowed under the Geneva Convention. If it becomes an issue one day, I’ll deal with it then.

Let us know when you do! I have a new video camera.

What’s next? Besides being poised for stardom, I’d love to know what else we should expect to come our way.

John: Sometime in October I’ll be published in an anthology called “For Whom The Bell Trolls”. Other than that, I’m working on a sequel to “Kick”. I’m trying to limit any short story writing and/or excessive blogging until I’m done with the first draft, because it’s easy to get sidetracked.

Lady Gaga calls her fans “Little Monsters”, can we start calling your fans “Little Monksters”?

John: It’s funny, I had a blog post that talked about that. I wanted to call my fans “Lava Demons” but everyone thought “Monkeys” made more sense. I still like Lava Demons…just saying.

Monkeys it is!

Where is your blog?
http://john-l-monk.com

Where can we buy your book?
http://amzn.com/B00DSPPTA0

Where can we show up unexpectedly with our luggage?

John: The airport! Hah, wasn’t that a clever answer? That’s the kind of clever you can expect if you buy my book. Except in my book, everything is even more clever. But to answer your question (less cleverly): I live in Virginia.

I think you monkeys know how to do your own stalking so…now you have a reference and state!

Thanks again, John! I know I enjoyed having you and wish you luck. Let us know when the second one comes out so we can question you again, even harder 😉

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John & Family!

So that’s all, people. Check out John’s book and stay tuned as I hunt (cough) search out my next author to put on my trophy wall!

L

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