After releasing my latest paranormal romance, Strings of Magic, I had a few readers asking if there would be a book two! Originally I had planned on it being a standalone, but it looks like there will be more to come.
“Wow! More! I need more! This is my first book by Karli Rush, but it won’t be my last.
I loved the storyline, the slow burn romance at first, then how everything collided just like a supernova!
Oh my! Liv and Luke are hotter than a house a’fire! I absolutely loved this book. Everything was perfect. I was never bored, and I could not put it down. The only downside to this book was that it ended!
I need more Luke and Liv! I’m seriously thinking about re-reading this book again, and honestly, that’s rare for me.
The only caution I have for anyone before reading this book is that it contains a lot of F bombs.
Wonderfully written. I absolutely recommend this book to anyone who loves PNR books like I do.“
Goodreads Reviewer
I can honestly say nothing makes me more ecstatic than reading a wonderful review and knowing someone enjoyed the story!
All right, so on to the next announcement, Strings of Magic will be available in audio soon. I had the pleasure of working with an amazingly talented narrator Freya Victoria who did an astounding job. Plus, I’m scheduled to do an interview with her this weekend, and guess what? It’s a podcast! Yes, that’s right! I am so excited and can’t wait to share it with you. So stay tuned for more information about that!
Here’s a little more info about the lovely Freya Victoria!
Freya Victoria is a Texas native who has always loved reading books from a very young age. She read every genre she could get her hands on and would read aloud each character’s voice. Then, in the Fall of 2021, she began narrating professionally. She dreamed of putting the countless hours spent reading books she enjoyed into a side gig that would grow her imagination and love for stories. Freya is passionate about all genres but has found a special love for narrating fantasy. Growing up, Freya always struggled to develop a storyline that she could develop into a full-length novel, but one wintery day in 2022, she finally found an idea that stuck. Now she strives not only to narrate but to publish her first book in late 2022, which she also plans to narrate herself. In April 2022, Freya launched her podcast Freya’s Fairy Tales, where she talks to authors about their journey into writing their novels, their favorite fairy tales as kids, and the excitement of holding their fairy tales in their hands. Every day, you will find her in the recording booth, working on someone’s audiobook, producing more podcast episodes, or sitting on the couch reading and writing. She resides with her husband and daughter and hopes to one day move into the quiet country with only the sound of her keyboard madly clicking away as she writes her novel. And she will no longer have to edit out the sounds of her neighbors mowing or the trash truck driving by while narrating!
Strings of Magic will be book one, and now I will give you the blurb and a teaser cover for my next work in progress – book two, Wishes of Magic. Luke and Liv’s story continues…
If you were granted three wishes… what would they be? Nina Holmes is just an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life and always pursuing love. But when she’s given three wishes, it is quickly discovered her best friend, Oliva Pierce, is a witch, and an entirely new world opens. Nina and Oliva will have to face the wrath of vengeance from another witch who is hell-bent on settling the score. Wishes may seem innocent enough at first, but will they come with a hefty price? A friendship will be caught in the web of deceit. Love will fall on a razor’s edge, and dreams will become nightmares.
It will all begin with three little wishes.
So, if you were granted three wishes… what would they be?
I really love writing about Luke and Liv, plus the side characters like Nina and Jacob. I love it so much that I have a mood board on Pinterest. I use different images for my characters and how I envision certain scenes while I write. You should check it out!
I will leave it on that note and get back to writing! Happy reading! Oh… and stay Magical!!!
I am so excited to announce that my latest novel, Strings of Magic, will be available on Amazon on February 26th! Now, if you’ve been a reader of the Crescent Bound series, then this story should feel somewhat familiar to you because it will have the same magic and elements. But the characters are completely different, I don’t want to give too much away, but I will give you a sample of what’s inside…
I drag my hands over my face and rise up from the edge of the bed. Slowly, I move my body toward the closet and shout back, “Ah… yeah. One sec.” I’m shocked to hear my voice sound so natural, almost cheery even. I snag the first shirt and pants I see, throw them on, and head for the front door. I can hear Nina’s footsteps racing down the steps behind me on our way out. “Nice, you look… uh…” she remarks.
“Glamorous?” I reply cynically over my shoulder.
“Not really… you look more like we’re going to rob a bank. I mean, I love the all-black style you have going on but don’t you think you could try to perk up your wardrobe, maybe?” She hits the key fob and unlocks the car. We settle in her Fiat, and I quietly watch as she rummages through her bag.
“Perk up my wardrobe? Why on earth would I do that, Nina?” I question and slip out her shimmer-me-pink lip gloss. “Ah. You left this in the bathroom. Can we go now?”
“Oh my god, Liv. Do you know I looked everywhere for that? For a moment there, I thought I’d never find it,” she says, smearing the shiny gloss across her lips and smacks her lips together. A few seconds pass as she primps herself in the mirror, satisfied; she tosses her bag in the tiny backseat. “Come on, Liv, don’t look so bummed out. Tonight will be fun. Besides, how many times can you sit at home and watch P.S. I Love You?”
I let a small smile reveal itself and reply, “And how many times do you drive to Bernie’s and stare at that cute bartender?
She shrugs a shoulder and starts the car up. “Not enough because he still hasn’t asked me out.”
I let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Nina and her quest for love…” I glare over to her and add, “It’s not all that’s it’s cracked up to be. Take it from me. I should know.”
“Maybe, Liv. But tonight, I want you to let your hair down, have a few drinks, and listen to The Spellcasters because they will blow your mind,” she squeezes the steering wheel and wiggles in her seat like she’s about to combust with excitement.
“Yay…” I remark sarcastically.
Thirty minutes later, we’re parked outside of a brick building, and the place is packed. A weathered sign hangs above with the words Old Town. The bar is a popular venue for most, and grudgingly I’ve been here a few times. I never understood why my best friend, Nina, always frequented this hole in the wall. But as we enter, I’m reminded why she loves this place. Through the low lights and bustle of the crowd, Nina shines like the sun with her platinum blonde hair, tanned skin, and a smile that can light up any dark abyss. I keep my stride beside her like a lost moon in the dark. We’ve been this way, a balanced contrast, for years, and I always find it amusing watching how others react to us. Mostly the men stare and crane their necks to get every possible view of Nina. Once their eyes focus on me, it lingers just a fraction of a second, and then it vanishes. As if my scowling dirty look makes them flinch and redirect their gazes.
Nina nudges me. “Come on, let’s grab a drink,” she says, squeezing between a huddle of girls. Once we reach the bar, Nina orders her drink, and I lean in beside her shaking my head.
“Talk about changing things up. Is that the only drink you know? The Gimlet, Nina?” I tease.
“No… it’s not the only drink I know,” she retorts and thanks the bartender. “I just love the way it tastes. So… should I just order you a bottle of gin, Liv?” She quirks a slender brow up and smirks at me like she’s Miss Hoity-Toity.
I chuckle. “Just because I can out drink you doesn’t mean you have to be a smartass about it,” I remark and playfully glare at her. “All right, I may regret asking this, but what is it about this band that has you so pumped?”
Nina grabs our drinks and nods toward the side. I follow, weaving through the horde of people. “You’ll see…” she yells over the rising noise with a smile. A band drones out, and eventually, Nina finds a spot where we can stand and not have someone bumping into us.
She hands me my drink, and I steal a sip. “Please don’t tell me I’m here because you find one of the band members hot,” I complain, eyeing her before I steal another sip. And then I add, “I could be at home right now—”
“Watching some sappy love story and crying your heart out?” she sasses and shakes my shoulder. “Oh, Liv, stop living in the past and enjoy the moment!” She starts jumping up and down and screaming as a new band approaches the stage. The overhead lights change colors, and a rush of fog clouds the stage, and then out of the haze, the drummer for The Spellcasters starts pounding out a heavy rhythm. And the crowd goes wild as the bass player begins strumming the strings on his guitar feverishly, amping up the beat. The stage clouds over again, and the lead singer emerges through the mist. All I can see are tight dark jeans and a brief flash of a grey graphic-designed tee shirt. Words belt out and flow with the beat, and it’s like I’m obsessed with the hypnotic sound. The girl in front of me moves to the left. I ease to the right and catch the sight of the singing God. He’s tall, lean, and blond. Everything about him screams perfection, from the trendy undercut hairstyle to his chiseled features. He shifts his body to the side as he picks the strings on his electric guitar, and I blink, trying to see if it’s just me or if his guitar really is glowing electric blue.
Everyone seems just as captivated as I am, and it’s not solely because of the room’s energy. The lyrics and music blend and join together like a magical trance. Nina bounces her arm against mine and grins. “See… I told you, Liv. You wouldn’t be sorry for coming out tonight. They’re good, right?”
I brush back my long dark hair and retort, “Yup, they’re good. Now can we go home?”
She laughs and dances to the next song that quickly drifts through the air. A girl bumps into me, bobbing to the beat gripping her shirt.
She glances over to me and fans herself. “Oh, wow…it’s like, he has this weird insight into how you’re feeling, you know? Luke’s voice is so… dreamy. It’s totally like he wrote that song just for me!” I drag my eyes over to the stage as she points, still clinging to her shirt like her heart is about to jump straight out of her chest. The next song drums out slowly, vibrating the floor, and I absorb the way the lead singer sways his body, gripping the mic. He drops one hand and pats it against his thigh to the tempo. His eyes glide over the girl beside me, and he sings with a raspy, deep tone…
It’s three a.m., and you’re still thinking about him,
In the car driving down the boulevard…
As the music picks up, I watch as the girl swipes away a tear and sends me a quick smile. “Who’s Luke?” I ask. A light chuckle slips past her lips, and she looks at me with shock.
“Ah… the singer. Duh,” she shouts over the pandemonium.
“Right…” I remark.
I nudge Nina and shout over to her, “Hey, I thought you said this band was kinda new?”
Nina’s in her own world with her hands in the air and moving to the rhythm. “Yeah… they’ve only been here a few times. Why?”
Suddenly the drink in my hand swirls around madly, and I cup my hand over it. My element spikes and signals there’s more here than meets the eye. No soul around me knows I’m a witch, not even my best friend, Nina. Born a water elemental and wired to cast spells wasn’t something I ever wanted to share with the humans that fulfill my life. Nina excitedly smiles over at me, and I offer an upbeat smile back. “Did you finish your drink?” she asks.
I raise my glass. “Almost!” I chug down the last drop and sweep a glance around everyone. I can feel the vibe the band gives off— enchanting and spellbinding. Every word, every lyric hits a chord with the audience, and I stare a hole through the lead singer. Somehow he’s reading the crowd and singing off-the-cuff songs from the emotions he’s receiving. I watch like a spectator, partly in awe and partly in uncertainty. How can he so easily grasp the emotions and sing so hypnotizing? And then I decide fuck it. I’m not going to over-analyze it and just enjoy the moment, but then, as I lift my arms and move to the pitch of Luke’s voice, I hear…
Baby, I know you’re hurting… I can see it in your face…
You hide your smile and fall into some unknown place…
But baby, I’m here to tell you that’s no place for you…
You can be free from all your tears…
Let my words wash away those fears…
Now’s not the time to run away… don’t run home… and hide your face…
Now’s not the time to go home…
I open my eyes and glare at the lead singer. The drummer still hammers out the riveting chorus, and I haul ass toward the closest exit. Outside I punch in an Uber number on my cell phone and wait. In less than an hour, I ease into a Honda Accord, and I grumble to the driver, “Fuck… take me home, please.” I rest my head against the backseat and let out an aggravated sigh. I shake my finger angrily toward the driver. “Who does that? I mean, seriously, it’s obvious you have the voice, the talent. So why the fuck would you do that?!” The short, dark-eyed driver glances back at me and nods, pretending like he completely understands my rantings, and awkwardly shrugs.
“I mean, how can you sing like a beast and use that gift to…” I shake my head and look at the streets that pass us by. “You know what I mean? You get what I’m saying, right?” I ask the clueless driver with sincerity and thread my fingers through my hair. And then I shake my finger his way once again and warn like he’s the one to blame for all this. “I’m on to your act, Luke, and you just met the wrong witch….” The driver stares at me like I’m nuts, and I quickly correct myself. “Bitch… I meant bitch.” I softly chuckle and hope I sound sane and convincing. I shut my mouth and quietly watch the streets disappear behind us and let the irresistible voice of Luke mingle with my thoughts.
I’m planning on adding some behind the scenes here soon, so be sure to check back in! Happy reading!
I’m so excited that soon Withering Bones will be released. Withering Bones started off originally titled, Mary Jane, which is the main character. But, I felt Withering Bones seemed more fitting. This story follows what Rich and Keria, (the main characters in The House) discovered about Reidhaven, the asylum and the victims of Deadwood. It will go back in time with a young Mary Jane and from there her story will unravel.
There’s an Author note that will be at the beginning of the book which will say, If you have read The House, you’ll understand this is book two in the series. I would like to warn you that this story is not a fairy tale. The town of Deadwood has many secrets, dark and twisted secrets. In order to tell Mary Jane’s entire story, it has to be told as a whole. With that being said, I truly hope you enjoy the madness that resides deep inside the town of Deadwood.
Now that I have givin’ you a heads up, here’s the blurb – There’s nothing more destructive in this world than a child losing hope. All thoughts of love and protection vanish like a bug hitting a bloodstained windshield. The only thing left are smeared dreams and broken wings. I was taught from a very early age; children should be only seen but are never allowed to speak unless they are told to speak. Seen but not heard. These words resonated with me for years and years. Until one day, I became so isolated from the real world I forgot how to connect with anyone. But… one day, one fateful day, I was shown that if you look through the darkness, there is a light. A bold, bright light that can shine so beautifully at the end. My story is certainly not a fairy tale, it’s not a Cinderella story where she goes to a ball and meets her prince charming, moves into a glamorous castle and they live happily ever after. No, this is the story of how one sees the unthinkable and experiences the unimaginable and learns what love truly is…. Now, if you’re prepared to read my story, a ghost story, then sit back, turn the lights down and step inside my world where monsters hide, dreams are broken and resurrected.
Oh, and by the way, The House will be free on Amazon this Halloween! So be sure to click the link above, grab your copy, tell a friend and I hope you have a very haunting Halloween.
If you’re a Rush fan or have read Daylight and have been anxiously waiting for book 2 in the No Death for the Wicked series, well… please bear with me.
As some might already know, I have recently lost my best friend, my husband. He passed away August 13th and I have been completely and utterly lost without him. I know some may say it’s too soon or take it slow, which I am. But, the one thing that has always kept me grounded is writing, my husband used to always say he loved it when I wrote simply, because it fueled me with life. Writing helps me on so many different levels and I know it’s the one thing he would want me to continue even with him gone.
With that being said, here’s the first chapter to Midnight. I’m working on it here and there, whenever I get the chance, mostly nights since sleep evades me. Also, I would like to mention before I cozy up to write, (book one) – Daylightshould be out in audio very soon. I will post links as soon as I can and I hope you enjoy the beginning taste of Mattie and Graham’s next story.
“A stake through the heart…” I flip another page and grumble, “Exposure to the sun.” Another page. “Decapitation.” And another. “Starvation.” I roam my eyes over to Graham, annoyed.
“Where’s the good stuff in this fossilized book?”
He directs a shimmer of a glance my way, but still keeps his blue eyes on the ill-lit road. The city of Solace is a distant memory, but one I will not soon forget. Graham found a set of wheels for us, more like a war machine. A Gothic black 1965 Buick Rivera, to travel the wastelands, the barren lifeless roads. Each mile means I’m that much farther away from the Elites. The elites are hunting us, and every pit stop we make, someone’s watching us. So, whether it’s a cashier at a gas station or a hitchhiker wandering the dusty roads, Graham makes sure they have no breath to reiterate what or who they just saw.
“There’s more in the book, Mattie,” Graham reveals, and magically flicks the pages backward with a simple gesture from his finger. His unworldly succulent eyes study me. “Bleed,” he says in a deep and throaty tone.
The only way I can read the book in my lap, the Voynich’s book, is for a drop of vampire blood to touch the page. I press my nail into my hand and squeeze the ruby-red blood from my palm. The crimson fluid turns into ink and the encrypted symbols begin to form into words. Readable, fluent sentences appear, and I start to decipher what I’m seeing.
“Vampires have existed since the dawn of man, and since that time, the two races have been at war. Both fighting for their own instinctual survival. Mankind had daylight on their side, to them vampires were nothing more than a menace.
The vampires ruled the night, but were also reliant on the humans… for their blood. After centuries of bloody war the humans believed they had finally won, and fell into a state of complacency, but the vampires, concealed by shadows of night, discovered another race being hunted and persecuted by the humans… witches.
These two formed an alliance and began slowly developing a strategy to infiltrate and take over humanity, without mankind ever knowing. First, a serum was created, giving them the one thing the humans had advantage of, the sun. Now the nightwalkers walk the day, and soon all aspects of society will be within our grasp. In five hundred years, we shall rule the world.”
As soon as my last word expels from my lips the sentences fade, no words, no ancient scribbly handwriting, not even a hint that my blood had even spilt there.
“So all this time humans think that vampires are mere stories of myth and forgotten legends, but in fact they’re the ruling class of humanity. How ironic— wait a minute… how many cities are there like Solace?”
Graham hits the lights, deadening the path in front of us even more, and steers the car off the road. The town, Shadow Hills, caps the dry scenery in the distance. Graham slips out and scouts the area. He walks, no that’s not accurate, he glides toward the front of the car. His long trench coat whispers along the ground as he waits a breath before he answers me.
“There are more cities like Solace than you would like to know about, Mattie.”
“So, we’re fucked?” I quip getting out, my eyes roam around the dreary landscape. I set my hope for blood on a metaphorical shelf for now and stride toward the back of the car. I slam my fist hard against the dusty metal and watch as vials of daylight shine like the Holy Grail from the trunk. I slide one translucent bottle from its precious cushioned protection and inspect it. The entire trunk is filled with cases of daylight, and if I’m careful, it will last me a couple of years. But, if I am not, I may just end up being a flesh-skinning nightwalker and that’s not a go-to option for me.
Graham motions over at the horizon just as the sun breaks through the early morning light. I quickly slip the vial back in its snug, tight concealment and make sure the cases are securely closed before I slam the trunk shut. I might be able to go a few days without needing another dose, but a thousand or so vials of daylight won’t last me forever. In the book it mentions witches, an alliance between us and them. And how they conjured the serum, now, all I need is a witch.
“Your friend… she’s there,” Graham announces and shifts his provocative eyes toward me.
“How do you know? You have a thing for witches too?” I sass meeting his pace, his body meets mine. We’re close to touching but not. I swallow hard watching as he licks his full sinful lips. He’s been careful not to touch me since we hightailed it out of Solace, all of his energy and concentration has solely been on keeping us safe. But now, I can see his sexual frustration building, he wants to touch me, he needs to touch me.
Finally, his right hand ensnares around my waist, pressing our hips closer. His blue eyes scour over my face as if he’s deciding on how he wants to take me. “Witches? No… They couldn’t survive my ways, they’re not nearly wicked enough.”
When I first started writing out the story for ‘Daylight’ which is the first book in the No Death for the Wicked series, it was for a Halloween anthology dedicated to a charity. It was meant to be a short story with a limited word count and a wonderful opportunity to write with so many talented writers. As most now know the story has evolved and I am currently writing book 2 Midnight. As soon as I am finished with Midnight I will announce the release date, which I’m hoping will be sometime next month.
It is the ultimate challenge, writing a book with balance. As an author, I want to write a book that is capturing, intriguing and brings you along as my characters live out their lives. But here’s the thing with my writing, I write what the characters show me, they are the ones that take me down the writing path. I follow their lead. Do I want to be an author that is too easy? Predictable or boring? Well I certainly hope not, but do I want to give up everything to you in the first book? No, I don’t. I want you to desire for more, to have unanswered questions that stick with you and allow the secrets not yet whispered into your ear to bring you along as the full story unfolds, whether it’s one stand alone book or a series.
Daylight, my first book in the No Death for the Wicked series, is a great example of this. I understand that my readers are open minded, thought provoking, and intelligent. So, I don’t fill my book with explanations of why a Reaper (Graham) and a young vampire (Mattie) have an instant attraction. Book two, Midnight, will bring more of this to light and book three, (Untitled) will wrap it up.
I also don’t dive into much of the backstory of Mattie or Graham because the first book is more of a discovery into who they are right now. How they handle themselves in different situations. What are their boundaries, or restrictions? What are their strengths or weaknesses?
There is so much in Daylight that can be expanded on, and that’s the fun part of a series. Why was Mattie so stuck in being young? How did Mattie’s Mother Dearest control and use her? Why is Graham so thunderstruck with Mattie? Why can’t Mattie get enough of Graham? What’s the deal with the serum Daylight? How is the serum made? What’s the rest of the world like outside of Solace? Are there other vampires out there? How does Pandora fit into the picture going forward? Or does she? Why wasn’t Krew a truly evil bastard? Was he really meant to be the villain or just someone representing the other side?
All of these questions and much more are set into Daylight for a reason. The answers are my secrets. Secrets to be whispered to you as you read along with the rest of the series. And that’s the real trick isn’t it? In Midnight you’ll find out more about the questions above, more secrets will rise up too. The one thing you can rest assured is that I will always wrap up my books with a nice little bow at the end so that you’re not left hanging.
I have what I came for, the serum they call Daylight, and him. Graham is a dangerously seductive Grim Reaper who shadows my every move. I wouldn’t say that’s a bad thing, necessarily. Now, a clan of unforgiving elite vampires hunting me down by night, that’s a downer.
Why? Why would another vampire, especially the ‘Elites’, care if I walk the streets by day? It’s because I have something they want.
The Voynich manuscript, a book you wouldn’t believe is real unless you’ve seen it with your own eyes. Bound in the skin of an unnamed animal, this legendary book contains the history and knowledge of all vampires that walk this earth, and I have it.
They hunt the nights searching for me. I walk in the light of day trying to keep one step ahead of them, but what happens when my Reaper’s last grains of sand run out, forcing him to return to the underworld?
What will win? Love or revenge?
Join Mattie in this unique vampire love story with a gritty Gothic twist as we find out how far she will go to keep what she has.
I would like to say thank you so much to Virginia McKevitt, she’s an amazing woman and just as amazing as a writer. She writes in the world of Paranormal fantasy, Science fiction, Teen and Young Adult, her Fractured series The Secret Enemy Saga is a must read! And I thank you for tagging me to join in this blog tour. You can check out Virginia and get to know her here – http://virginiamckevitt.com/
My first/favorite memories –
I grew up more or less as an only child, being raised by my Grandmother and Great Grandmother, but after church I would spend time with a rodeo family. There were four sisters and me. Reggie and Brandy were my best friends. Her daddy was a Veterinarian. They had horses… and I loved them so much. So, after church we’d draw straws to see who rode what horse. I always seemed to get Bolo, he was very “spirited”. There was no telling what might get him going.
So, one Sunday we raced out to the barn and were so excited that we didn’t even saddle them. They all had reins, but no saddle. Bareback, we rode to an old dirt racetrack and imagined the announcer over the crooked intercom speaker saying our names and the horses as we would stage for an impromptu race.
About that time, Reggie’s mom pulled up across the field and we all started racing toward the old Ford Bronco. We jumped two ditches on the way to her mom, but on the third and final one, Bolo stubborned up on me and he started bucking. Now talk about being scared, I hooked my hands into his mane, because the reins didn’t do a thing. I held on for what seemed to be forever, then he stopped, but the last buck slid me right off of his back and on to the ground.
I was white as a sheet, completely terrified. Reggie’s mom walked over to Bolo, grabbed his reins, laughing at me so hard I thought she’d stop breathing. Then she straightened up and looked at me. “Alright girl, get back up here and ride Bolo back to the barn, unbridle him, brush him down and feed him.”
My eyes were as big as a full moon, but scared or not, I wasn’t telling her “no” so I got back up, brushed myself off and rode him back to the barn. I guess she taught me that day to always get back up.
My Books & My Library
My Library is my own collection of Stephen King novels, some are like new, but a few in here are actually missing their cover, sadly. When I hit my teens I discovered Stephen King paperbacks, and just like horses, I couldn’t get enough. Thinner was the first one to start the avalanche of dark stories. One of the problems I ran into was having quiet time to read. You would think being the only child in a house with my grandmother that it wouldn’t be a problem, but it was. I sought out the only place in town that people would, one, not look for me and two, if someone did show up they would never think to bother me.
This is the actual graveyard I used to go to when I needed to get my fill of reading. It was quiet and I think since I was reading Stephen King, that no one there really minded.
Learning
Okay, first off I don’t want everyone to think that I’m on a morbid streak, but I’m simply stating facts. My first school was Sequoyah Elementary and it was built on top of an Indian graveyard. They tried to exhume all the graves, but missed a few. The original building was torn down and more bones were found during the new construction. They just tossed the bones into the new foundation and there are still graves under the playground there today. Creepy, I know, right?
I finished off my education at the other side of town, which, you can probably guess, is haunted too. Seminary Hall was an all girls school when Oklahoma was just Indian Territory, which today is part of Northeastern State University.
Along with my college degree, I am trained as a Paramedic and hold certifications as a Certified Nurses Aid, Dental Assistant, x-ray technician, and level two Reiki healer.
My Passions
If I said ghosts you’d probably throw something at me. So I will attempt to keep my paranormal obsession under wraps long enough to share some of the alternate things that get me all fired up, in good ways. My hair, which I cut recently and have been crying over ever since. Kidding! I do regret cutting it though. I’m passionate in discovering amazing people, like Cassey Ho, my blogilates goddess – https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIJwWYOfsCfz6PjxbONYXSg She has this entire section called Cheap Clean Eats that I love along with her workout videos. Lindsey Stirling is another – https://www.youtube.com/user/lindseystomp She’s amazing musician with the best energy. I’ve watched her from early on.
I’m so thankful to have been given this opportunity here on My Lovely Blog – Blog Tour. I’ve selected two indie authors that are as passionate about their writing as I am about my own and I hope you will continue on the journey of discovery with them.
Kate Givans is a very talented contemporary romance author and also from Oklahoma! Her Tortured Soul series is a must read. Here is her link – http://authorkategivans.com/
J.M. Zuniga is another awesome indie author friend of mine who is not only a Young Adult Novelist, but an award-winning poet as well. Her latest book, Gwyneth, is another book that needs to hit your To Be Read list. Here is her link, enjoy – http://authorjmzuniga.blogspot.com/
Marcus Colten is living the perfect life, high school football star and dating the head cheerleader. He is popular, skilled in athletics and from a wealthy family. The football team he quarterbacks for just won their first district championship.
Marc doesn’t show it, but he is being haunted. Orphaned at the early age of two, he has ghostly memories of a past that makes his flawless model life feel out of place. And then there are the illusive dreams. Visions of someone that relentlessly possess his nights. What does it all mean? Where will it all lead? This time, he’s not the one that is at the top of the game.
I truly hope you will enjoy Ice Bound, I have discovered so much through this amazing excursion. From writing, rewriting, editing, revising to discovering and respecting the ways of the witch community. I’ve always had a fascination with witches, and I don’t think that fondness will ever leave me. I bet you could guess what I plan on dressing up for this All Hallow’s Eve. So, while you’re out trick-or-treating glance up at the moon for me and know I’m wishing you a blessed and happy Samhain!
Welcome, I’m glad you’re here with me. Today, I’m hosting a good friend of mine and talented author, Eva LeNoir. Eva is a world traveler, currently resides in France. How awesome is that? She believes in women and their ability to walk hand in hand with any man and her characters echo this belief. So, join me in welcoming Eva LeNoir to My Blog. <claps hands>
1. What’s your favorite book that you’ve written and can you tell us why?
Why Karli…ALL OF THEM of course! That being said, Stone Cold holds a special place in my heart because Jared Stones drove me to drink. Quite literally.
Well, Eva, if you’re going to drink then France sounds like the ideal country to be in!
2. What’s your favorite book by another author?
Oh, wow. Just one? If I stay in the Romance world, I’ll have to say anything by C.d. Reiss. On a more general note, I might say The Great Gatsby. No, wait…Leviathan by Paul Auster. No, no…The Painted House by John Grisham. Oh, dang it.
3. Do you put your own life experiences into your writing or is it more research and imagination?
For this series, it’s definitely research and imagination. I’d love to take kickboxing classes and am planning on it this year (I hope). That being said, I think we always pour something of ourselves into each and every character.
4. If you knew that you would not make a dime from your writing, would you keep doing it? And if so, why?
Absolutely. Writing is my balance from a hectic life. It keeps me from going postal, most days.
5. How would you get rid of a million dollars that you couldn’t spend on yourself?
Hmmmmm… I would give that money to help research for all the rare diseases that are being ignored. I can understand that funding goes to research for the illnesses that kill the masses. However, my heart breaks every time I hear about anyone being completely helpless because of our lack of treatment for rare diseases.
6. What was your most exciting experience as an author you’ve had?
Meeting Sara Biblio (from The Bibliophile Blog) in NYC. I felt so loved
7. Can you tell us how you came up with the titles for your books?
A lot of brainstorming with my girl Kylie Gray.
8. Okay, you are standing in a line and you see a blind man drop a twenty and the woman behind him in line, pockets it. What do you do? What would one of your protagonist do?
I would politely let the woman know that she needed to hand over the cash, making sure that everyone could hear me. Ellen? She’d probably kick her ass and skip the whole annoying-questions thing.
9. What is the craziest idea, dream, concept that you’ve had for a book? Will you write it?
I want to write about Corsica, my home…my roots. The story is about the mafia that rules our world over there but the thing is…I already know the readers are going to hate me. The problem is that I can’t write it any other way. I know, it’s all very vague but you ain’t getting more outta me, chica!
Well, with that little tidbit, I am hooked girl!
10. Looking ahead, what project is at the top of your writing list?
And do you have a playlist and images for your main characters?
I have 3 projects staring me straight in the face. Deadlines with all of them. As far as playlists are concerned, I have songs that I listen to while I drive and those are usually inspirations to certain scenes. Oddly enough, I get a great deal of my scenes either in the shower or while I’m writing. The problem is that I have a hard time remembering which songs did what so I never list them. I do have images on my Author page, absolutely!
Thank you so much for having me, Karli.
Eva, thank you for being here today and for sharing your work with us! We look forward to your next release. ❤
As a young independent vampire, Ellen Banks takes the ring, and all eyes are on her. The lithe rebel has worked hard to get to this one moment in her less-than-stellar life. No one will stand in her way of that championship belt, especially not the powerful and impossibly salacious Nash Stanford. If only her traitorous body’s reaction would shut the hell up.
Book Blurb
Heated one night sessions between the sheets, the handsome yet arrogant Jared Stones spends his days training Ellen Banks. When a blast from the past appears, unannounced and more importantly uninvited, all hell breaks loose.
Sister to the Alpha of her pack, Sloane Pierce is convinced by long time friend, Ellen that her presence is required. Every one of her primal instincts warns of that outcome, deadly at best. Unable to say no, she is dragged by a wild and forceful fate that has other ideas. Is destiny on their side or will history repeat itself like all the other times.
Book Blurb
As the attacks continue against Nash Stanford and the members of his underground arena, one key element to the mystery suddenly disappears.
Kyle Pearce finds himself in an unknown location and in the presence of an unknown female when he wakes from a dreamless sleep. But as the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together, he is faced with an unrelenting desire for his sweet, caring and simply amazing kidnapper. One problem, she is not a shifter, she is not a wolf.
Aishlyn O’Shea had been raised to follow her father’s instructions to the tee…until now. Completely enthralled with the alpha that now resides in her home, she fights the onslaught of dark desires that seem to attack her every nerve ending. Unfortunately for her, Kyle Pearce is forbidden fruit, no matter how much she yearns to sink her teeth into his delectable flesh.
How can there ever be future together for this unlikely couple when the obstacles keep piling up against them?
On August 30th around 2:00 p.m. central time till 6:00 p.m. I will be over at Lexis Book Bliss’s Facebook page. My plan – giveaways, games, and maybe a surprise or two. So, come check out Book Blisswe would love to have you!
Now, here comes the best part, on that same day, I’m going to be in Oklahoma City meeting some of my favorite authors such as Colleen Hoover, Jamie McGuire, and Kendall Grey! Here’s the banner so you can see how epic this event will be.
I am still working very hard on Ice Bound, I’m about 88 percent complete with it and then off it will go to editing. I’m really pumped with this story because it has a completely different view on the Crescent Bound world through Marc’s perception. I’m hoping my readers will enjoy it as much as I am writing it.
So, on to the next topic. Recently, I’ve had a couple of email and Facebook messages about Daylight – No Death for the Wicked. The question is if and when there will be a sequel. The answer is yes there will be and the title is Midnight. This post is the only place you can see the new cover for Midnight. Just for you, here it is.
Mattie and Graham will learn there’s more at stake, literally. Both will have their own set of challenges. Graham fighting to maintain his existence in the world Mattie resides in and not be condemned to the underworld infinitely. And Mattie, she holds something extremely valuable that the Elites want back and they will use whatever force necessary to reclaim their serum and the Voynich Manuscript, an ancient book of vampire secrets.
This story, along with book two in the Veil Realm Series – Citeron will be next on my writer’s desk. Both of these stories are ready to possess the pages. I just need old man time to loan me a few more hours in my days. 😉
I LOVE hearing from fans and readers that enjoy my work. Please don’t ever feel like you’re intruding by writing me. Reading your words absolutely make my days! So, feel free anytime to contact me. ❤
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