Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Finding the Right Genre for Your Book ~guest post by Tabitha Barret, author of The Third Throne: Angel of Death

It's great to have Tabitha Barret here today discussing the dilemma of categorizing books so readers can easily discover them. Always a hard thing! Be sure to check out her new release, The Third Throne: Angel of Death.

Finding the Right Genre for Your Book
by Tabitha Barret

First of all, thank you Marsha for asking me to write a guest blog for your site!  I love sharing my experiences so that I can help future authors avoid some of the mistakes I have made along the way.  I wanted to talk about book genres and explain the importance of finding the right genre for their books when they are ready to market, advertise, and sell them. 

When authors create their works, they aren’t necessarily thinking about how they will be categorized in the marketplace.  They write what they know and love, but may not try to identify it as a specific genre.  It’s wonderful when authors break the rules and create cross-genre or unique stories that can’t quite be classified as one specific category, but it can be dangerous when they are ready to market their book.  Every site that reviews, lists, or sells books will ask the simple question of,“What is your genre?”  The problem arises when the author has to choose from a specific list of narrow categories.  Their book may not fit into one of the check boxes and are forced into the General Literature category, or worse, a genre that doesn’t really fit their book.  It can mean poor sales and damaging reviews.

If a book site is truly devoted to selling books, they will allow for additional keywords so that authors can describe their book in more detail.  Labeling the book properly is vital to finding the right readers.  They must think about their book as whole and come up with overall themes.  They can use the keyword searches to their advantage and drill down into their story to find the best words that describe their book.

Personally, I write a series called,“The Third Throne,” which is about Lucifer, Hell, and Fallen Angels.  The series itself will have various creatures such as werewolves, vampires, and creatures that I have created myself.  My first book, “The Third Throne: Angel of Darkness”, falls into Paranormal Romance, but also Urban Fantasy.  Not all sites have either category, so I have to put it into Romance.  This genre is a broad category and my book would most likely be overlooked by someone looking for Regency or Contemporary Romance, so I’m already at a disadvantage.  Hopefully, using keywords like Fallen Angels, Hell, and Apocalypse will help me find my readers. 

The second part of the problem comes when readers find a book and decide that the chosen genre doesn’t meet their expectations.  They will suggest their own genres and sometimes criticize the book because it doesn’t match their preconceived characteristics of the genre.  This happened a lot with my first book.  The cover of the book shows a young woman creating a violent storm.  For some reason, people immediately thought it was a Young Adult novel.  My book contains sexual situations and is intended for Mature Audiences over the age of 18.The genre of Paranormal Romance, which is supposed to imply sexual relationships, didn’t deter readers from thinking it was Young Adult.  A number of reviews said that it was a YA book, while others said it was New Adult.  Honestly, those two genres are on the exact opposite of the spectrum, so it confused me to no end.  I learned that I had to advertise the book in such a way that would show readers that my book didn’t fade to black during the intimate moments and that it did contain adult situations.  The genre of Paranormal Romance didn’t protect me enough, so I had to clearly state that this is Adult Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy and that it was “steamy.”  I even had to add a content warning to Goodreads that the book is intended for Mature Readers.  Since safeguarding my descriptions, I’ve had less confusion.  So far my second book, “The Third Throne: Angel of Death”, has avoided these pitfalls with my detailed descriptions.

In short, know how to describe your book in an honest way and do what you can to list it properly on book sites to gain the readers who will enjoy your books.  The wrong genre listing can mean disaster for your book sales. 

The Third Throne:

Angel of Death
The Third Throne Series
Book Two
Tabitha Barret

Genre: Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Heather Baker
Date of Publication: 7/31/2015
ISBN: 1514847507
Number of pages: 530
Word Count: 223,833
Cover Artist: Heather Baker

Book Description:

Anjali has embraced her destiny to end the world, but now she must find her ten Harbingers, known as the Predznak. She is determined to find Alazar, the Angel of Death, the former leader of the Predznak, before the other angels. She fears that he has lost hope and is close to becoming a Rogue Angel.

Alazar has spent too many centuries waiting for his Master Anjali to come and claim him. Deception and lies have kept them apart, but now it’s too late. He has vowed to the other Predznak that he will kill their Master so that they can be free.

During her search for Alazar, Anjali meets the Spirit Experts, paranormal investigators who are on a collision course with the Angel of Death. Anjali finds herself strangely attracted to one of the Spirit Experts and decides to become a part of their group in an effort to keep them safe from her dangerous angel.

Can Anjali stop Alazar from killing the Spirit Experts and destroying the surrounding town? Can she keep Lucifer in the dark about her affections for the mortal man? Will unseen enemies destroy all that Anjali holds dear?

The Third Throne: Angel of Death is the second book in the steamy Adult Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance series.

Available at Amazon

Anjali felt the temperature of the room drop until ice particles formed from her breath. The world around her fell away and went silent. The only sound she could hear was her heartbeat. At first, it was strong and steady, but the tempo slowly changed until it sounded like waves crashing on a beach. A brilliant blue filled her vision and she saw the ocean waves rippling and dancing in front of her. She could practically feel the sand between her toes. It was a peaceful sight. All of her worries were gone and she breathed a sigh of relief. She no longer had to worry about destroying the world and killing everyone. Staying here in this serene place would be wonderful. There would no longer be blood on her hands and the fate of the world would be someone else’s problem. She could just drift away with the tide and be free.

She knew this feeling. It was simple and easy to understand. If you let go of your worries, you will find happiness. She sighed, wanting to be happy.

Happy? The thought floated to the surface of her bewildered mind. There was no such thing in her life. She was a servant of Lucifer, of Hell. Angels were meant to bow to her command and do the will of God through her. Something was wrong. She wasn’t destined to be happy, nor was she at the beach. She was in a cold, dark place without oceans and sand. Romania. She was in Romania with Alazar, her Angel of Death, and he was tempting her with his power.

The storm that dwelled inside of her, just below the surface, welled up as it recognized the feeling of death. It yearned to reach out and touch Alazar’s power. It felt familiar, but not because she had experienced death before. It was familiar because it was a part of her, a missing piece. Her power reared up and clawed at her insides. It fought to reach Death and welcome him home. The only thing holding it back was her ring. She used her thumb and carefully wiggled the ring off her finger until she heard the small sound of metal hitting stone. Plink.

“Enough!” she screamed, letting her power rush to the surface.

Alazar was perplexed by her scream. He thought he was winning. She had seen the ocean and had become complacent in her thoughts. What was happening? No one ever broke free of his control, unless they resisted the temptation, which was rare. He never let them escape. He never backed down from his temptation of a person, until they were dead. Something felt dishonest about that as he watched Anjali break free of the vision.

It’s wrong to push people beyond their breaking point, he thought, just before he felt the air stir.

He tried to release her face, but couldn’t move. He knew he was in trouble when her blue eyes turned black and glowed with power.
About the Author:

Tabitha Barret graduated from Rutgers University with a BA in English. She married the guy from her Creative Writing class and together had two amazing children. They live in a quiet town in New Jersey with their three rambunctious dogs. She is currently working on her series, The Third Throne.

Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Tea Leaf Tales: Rooster Crossing ONLY!

"Slow down, Vern!" Selma clutched the dashboard of their old Ford.
"I know, same curve I've driven 'round since I was knee high to a grasshopper driving Pappy's tractor."
"Not that, you old fool, the rooster sign's what I meant," she scoffed at her husband, without a thought after fifty-some years of marriage that he'd half listen to her.
"Yeah, I reckon that's new all right. Chickens been crossing here from Murdock's to McCallister's for decades, so why'd they go and put up a sign to tell everyone who already knows it?"
"It's like I've been seeing on TV, all this political correctness must've made it out our way." In front of their car, Selma noticed a fat, dandy rooster crossing the road, and the dozen or more brood hens huddled together back a ways. "Strange, but it looks to me like them hens don't think they're allowed to cross no more."
Vern pointed to a sign on the Murdock's barn that read "NO EGGS" and shook his head. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. 
Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Medicinal Herbs in Elen's Garden ~guest post by Jan DeLima, author of Autumn Moon #giveaway

I'm so happy to have Jan DeLima here today sharing a lovely and fascinating post about some of the magical herbs grown by her heroine, Elen, who is a healer. Be sure to check out Jan's new release, Autumn Moon, as well as her wonderful contest at the end of this post.

Thank you so much for hosting a guest post on my blog tour!  It is truly appreciated!

by Jan DeLima

For those of you who aren’t familiar with my books, I write the Celtic Wolves series, which begins with Celtic Moon and is followed by Summer MoonAutumn Moon, book three, is my latest release.  The stories are inspired by Celtic folklore and are a mixture of paranormal romance and urban fantasy.  Imagine if the legends of Celtic lore still walk among us in secret, and you’ll have a good idea of what my books are all about.  They are dark fairy tales in a modern day setting.  My characters are often tormented, not to mention growly on occasion; a side effect from their wolfy sides I’m afraid. 

Autumn Moon is Elen and Cormack’s story.  Nature was, and still is, an important influence for Celts, and making Elen a healer worked well with her magic and history.  She lives in a cottage surrounded by forests and gardens where she collects and grows medicinal herbs.  If that doesn’t sound magical to you, then I will share one of my favorite conversations between Elen and her mentor, Maelorwen.

Maelorwen in Summer Moon:
“I am a problem solver, though I have been called many things in all my years: witch, midwife, alchemist, herbalist, doctor. We were burned on pyres, hung from trees, pressed between rocks, and now people of my trade work in tall buildings made of iron and glass and spin their potions in tubes instead of cauldrons. I read about these things in the magazine-books Gareth brings us. They make squares of chocolate for people to shit and I would have given them a nice cup of elderberry tea.” A wide smile revealed white but uneven teeth. “Alas, I will admit I never made a potion for a six-hour erection.” A dimple appeared on the unscarred side of her cheek. “Though I know of a few men who could have greatly used one.”

A garden can be a magical place filled with inspiration.  Truly, I could fill this post with pictures from my own cottage garden, but I will contain my enthusiasm to just a few popular herbs you may be familiar with that were also used throughout history for their medicinal properties.  This should go without saying, but I will mention it anyway. Medicinal herbs should not be used without consulting a physician first.  Even common supplements can cause harmful side effects and react to current medical prescriptions.  Also, never consume an herb you’re not sure of.  Many plants look alike and have poisonous properties.
·         Comfrey induces rapid healing of cuts and can cause problems if wounds aren’t properly cleaned before applying.  Currently it is illegal to sell in many countries due to its side effects.
·         Echinaceais an antihistamine, among many other things.
·         Yarrow is antiseptic.  Its leaves can be crushed and applied as a poultice over wounds.  It’s the white wild variety, not the colorful plants often seen in mixed borders.
·         Lavender is mostly used in poultices and soaps due to its scent.  Historically, it was used as a headache remedy and as a deterrent for moths when storing clothing.

·         Sage is a popular seasoning herb, as I’m sure you already know, but historically it was used as a tonic for coughs and constipation, among other things.

·         Thyme is also a popular seasoning herb.  It is also an antiseptic that contains thymol and has been used throughout history in medicinal tonics.  You can read more about thymol on its Wikipedia page:

Before I ramble on, I will stop there and leave you with a picture of Brynmor Cottage that is featured in Summer Moon and Autumn Moon, along with a precocious pixie who ordered Elen to build it.  You are welcome to read that excerpt on my website at:

Thank you so much for participating in my Autumn Moon blog tour!As always, I hope you’re reading something just for fun!

Autumn Moon

The Celtic Wolves Series
Book 3
Elen and Cormack’s story
Jan DeLima

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Publisher: ACE
Date of Publication: September 29, 2015
ISBN: 978-0425266229
Number of pages: 304

Book Description:

The heart of a warrior, the soul of a wolf, and the desires of a man…

For centuries, Cormack has lived between worlds—a man trapped in the body of a wolf, shunned by humans and shifters alike. Only one person has ever welcomed his company: Elen, a kindred outcast who is feared by others of her ancient Celtic race for her strange healing abilities.

Cormack has always valued Elen’s kindness and understanding, but after a desperate act of friendship causes Elen to free him from his curse, he realizes he wants more. He wants all of her—completely and forever. Except before Cormack can win Elen’s heart, Pendaran, the evil leader of the Guardians, captures her, determined to manipulate her incredible power to aid him in his twisted war against the shapeshifting tribes.

Now Cormack must use all of his skills as a warrior and a wolf to save the woman he loves—before Pendaran’s vile schemes destroy them all…

Available at Amazon  and   BN

Excerpt from Autumn Moon

Too wired to sleep, Elen opened the wine and poured a glass, sipping quietly as she walked over to the bed.  Cormack slept above the coverlet and on his back, with one arm raised over his head, while the other rested by his side.  His hair was still damp from his shower, and he wore jeans but no shirt, as if he’d just rested his head and sleep claimed him first.

His chest rose and fell with even breaths.  She was not one to marvel over physical attributes, but this was Cormack, and his body was meant for pleasure, like a goddess had molded him for her personal divine gratification.  His frame was large, and toned, with wide shoulders and a firm chest that tapered down to his hips.  His hardened stomach would provide the perfect friction were she to ride him just like this.

And as that image flooded her mind, another, more wicked one, followed.  It was greedy, and selfish, but all her niceness had been used up for the day.  He looked peaceful, and innocent, but the man was practically immortal after all.  Their kind did not die from lack of sleep.  They might go mad, of course, but that took a few weeks.  And had he not said, do with me as you will?

She needed to touch him.  That was all.  Well, no, she wanted more, but for now that would do.  Taking a sip of her wine, she gently set the glass on an end table by the bed, and gave into temptation.  Starting by his heart, she brushed lightly across his chest, tracing down the indent between, and lingering on the valleys and curves of his muscles.  Flattening her hand over his stomach, she felt the soft hair that began just above the waistband of his jeans and disappeared below.  She had never seen him in this restful state, at least not in his human form, and took in her ravenous fill.

Her hand lingered over the button of his jeans.  She swallowed, wanting… Oh, how she wanted.  It burned like molten earth, fed by a need that had been denied for too long.  Even now she felt her body moisten and swell just from imagining what waited beyond that closure, and how it would feel inside her.

Or how it would taste.

She thumbed the button.  A quick flick was all it would take.

A sound made her jolt, an intake of breath perhaps, followed by a sudden rise under her hands.  She snapped her eyes to his face.

Cormack was awake.

And watching her.

A fire raged within his cerulean gaze.  “Kill me now if you stop, Elen, because then I’ll know I’m well and truly cursed and I cannot be tortured anymore.”

Prequel for Autumn Moon:

About the Author:

Jan DeLima is the author of the Celtic Wolves novels, including Summer Moon and Celtic Moon. She lives in Maine with her husband and their two sons. Unlike many authors, Jan didn’t pen stories at an early age, but she has always been a dedicated reader.  It wasn’t until after her children entered school that she began writing. Raised in a military family, she lived in different countries such as Thailand and Germany, but home base has always been Maine.

Tour giveaway
$100 Amazon gift card open to U.S. and Canada
Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Featuring the new Realm Walker Series release by Kathleen Collins--Blood Slave

Realm Walker Series
Book 3
Kathleen Collins

Can she find a killer in a town where the basest desires are allowed to run free?

There are zombies in the Dead Zone and Juliana Norris is sent to take care of the problem. And for there to be zombies, there had to be bodies. When vampires are found to be the culprits, Juliana is sent undercover in the red light district of Kansas City. Lying to her mate, Thomas Kendrick, isn’t something she wants to do, but she’s in another vampire’s territory and Thomas would not be pleased. Besides, she’s more than capable of doing the job and she needs to prove it to everyone. Most of all herself.

Charles Morgan is in control of the Kansas City area, making a rich living off his various enterprises. Juliana goes undercover at the strip club Lust and gets sucked into his dark, decadent world. More victims turn up and the Agency is positive they’ve got their man, but Juliana is not so sure. When the Agency refuses to listen, she reluctantly turns to Thomas for help. He intervenes but finds Juliana unaware of the danger she is in and discovers she may just be too deep for him to save.

Available at
Amazon    BN    iTunes


Juliana pulled her coat tighter around her body as a cold wind whipped in a frenzy sending a chill through her. She hated the weather in this city, constantly changing without even a weather mage to blame. Maybe she should try to convince Morgan to bring one in just to regulate things. At least until she left town. Scanning the area again, she shook her head. How was she supposed to find a killer in the midst of so much depravation?

The scene around her seemed as if it was pulled straight from a public service announcement about the dangers of prostitution. Hookers and blood slaves staked out their territory, chasing off those that dared encroach. Flyers littered the fronts of buildings, and loose ones skittered along the pavement as they raced to freedom. While several of the men and women plying their trade made eye contact with her, it was evident that she was poor and not a vampire. Their interest quickly waned and moved on to the next target. The unclean taint in the air was familiar from the time she’d spent in Devil’s End in New Hope. Desperation had the same stink no matter where you were.

Juliana had opted to walk to work, hoping that immersing herself in the city would help her find a clue, a suspect. So far it wasn’t working. But it wasn’t as if she thought someone was go-ing to hop up and down in front of her screaming, “I did it!” It would be lovely if that was the way things worked, but nothing ever happened the easy way.

Walking through a neighborhood like this without her sword or her gun was not high on her list of experiences she cared to ever repeat. Even though she knew Nathaniel was following dis-cretely not far behind, it did little to ease her nerves. She trusted the wolf more than most, but a lot could happen in the time it would take him to get to her. 

About the Author: 

Kathleen Collins lives and works in Missouri. By day, she labors in the local prosecutor's office. At night she writes while surrounded by her husband, two boys and two loveable mutts. She is constantly thinking of her next project and loves to connect with her readers. You can fine her most often on Facebook or on her website.


Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Featuring: Stalked by Flames, a new adult urban fantasy by Susan Illene

Stalked by Flames

Dragon’s Breath Series
Book One
Susan Illene

Genre:  Urban Fantasy/New Adult

Date of Publication: ebook- July 27th, 2015 
Date of Publication: audio- September 24th, 2015

ISBN:  978-0-9863361-0-2
Number of pages:  484
Word Count: 101,000

Cover Artist:  Jeff Brown Graphics
and Claudia at Phatpuppy Art

Book Description: 

Bailey Monzac has just graduated college and is leaving town for her parents’ ranch in Texas when a massive earthquake unleashes the unthinkable on the world: fire-breathing dragons.

Chaos erupts as people flee for their lives, and Bailey survives only because she is somehow immune to the dragons’ flames. In the midst of the mayhem, Bailey is helped by a shape-shifting dragon named Aidan, who recognizes Bailey is a dragon slayer and will be an essential ally in the power struggle between—and within—the dragon clans.

Natural disasters intensify and dragons lay waste to the world as civilization all but collapses amid the loss of electricity and running water. Roving gangs prowl the debris-filled streets, and Bailey and her friends manage to find refuge in the university library. As her relationship with Aidan deepens during private training sessions, Bailey must learn to harness her newfound skills or see everything she knows and loves destroyed.

Stalked by Flames is a gritty urban fantasy about a woman’s journey into a dark new reality she never could have imagined.

Available at Amazon


The dragon stomped toward me on all four legs, steam puffing from his nostrils. His nose was as big as both my fists put together. I grabbed a brick off the ground and clutched it in my hand. Maybe I should have tried to run—a normal person would have—but being attacked by dragons had spiked my adrenaline.
Whenever that happened, it was as if another side of me took over. I became someone who fought and stood her ground. More than once my stepfather had marveled at my ability to compartmentalize fear and think clearly when in danger. My mother hated it. She feared it would get me hurt or killed someday.
I grew up on a ranch outside of Dallas where we had a lot of land. When I was ten years old, I’d decided to go out fishing by myself. Along the path to a nearby pond, I stumbled across a rattlesnake. Most people would have run screaming, especially a girl my age. I chucked a heavy tackle box at the thing. That didn’t kill it, of course, but it immobilized the snake’s body long enough for me to beat it to death with my fishing pole.
That’s how my stepfather had found me. Hovering over a mangled snake and pondering whether to get my tackle box back. It had blood and guts all over it. Killing a poisonous snake was one thing, touching icky stuff was another.
Now I had an honest-to-God dragon coming at me and once again I refused to panic. I needed to weigh my options. With my back against a wall, there was nowhere to go before he’d reach me, but there had to be a way out of this mess. Did the dragon have a weakness I could exploit? Something to buy me time until I could get to a safe place?
I glanced at my brick—it was all I had. A heat-seeking missile would have been preferable, but no one had told me we were about to get invaded by mythical beasts, so I didn’t have one on hand. I looked up at the sky and wished a bolt of lightning would strike my opponent. The storm wasn’t close enough to make that a possibility yet. Not that I’d get that lucky.
The red-scaled dragon lumbered closer, less than ten feet away. His gaze still didn’t show any signs of wildness or rage in it. The tilting of his head made me think he was curious more than anything. It’s what stayed my hand as he lowered his head to sniff at my legs. The heat emanating from his breath warmed the skin on my calves.
I stared down and noted once again that my jeans had been burned off to my upper thighs. The sandals I’d been wearing earlier were missing, too. How had I lost half my clothes? There weren’t any signs of burns, only scratches and bruises.
The dragon inspected all of this as his head inched upward. His hot nose tickled the skin of my thighs and he let out a puff of steam near my crotch. Okay, that was just a little too uncomfortable. I smacked his nose.
“Back off!”
He shook his head and let out a snort, then reared onto his hind legs. Flames licked up his body, consuming him. Standing only three feet away, there was no escape from the heat. I scrambled along the wall sideways, putting as much distance between us as I could. What had just happened? Did smacking dragons in the nose trigger some weird reaction?
The flames narrowed and became brighter. Then a dark shape emerged within them that had me tripping over my own feet to get away. It looked demonic—like something straight out of Hell. There was standing my ground and then there was being stupid.
I spun on my heels and took off down the sidewalk that lay between the library and the building next to it. A growl echoed down the corridor—a really angry one. I passed by bushes and benches that provided no cover from a menacing dragon and kept going. There were plenty of paths to take up ahead if I could just get past the library. The damned building seemed to extend forever.
Through the racing of my heart, I caught heavy footsteps behind me. They didn’t clomp the same way as the dragon’s and sounded more like boots on pavement. Glancing back, I saw a man with feral yellow eyes wearing strange clothing. The red dragon was nowhere to be seen. Shivers raced down my spine as I realized this guy’s attention was focused solely on me and he was racing toward me fast. Where had he come from? 

About the Author:

Susan Illene served in the US Army for eleven years and worked as a human resources specialist and an Arabic linguist. She served two deployments to Iraq, and after leaving the army, she studied history at the University of Oklahoma. She and her husband currently live in Oklahoma with two high-maintenance cats doing their best to help her write her books.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

THE REAPER’S KISS Music Playlist…with metal ~guest post by Abigail Baker, author of The Reaper's Kiss #giveaway

Abigail Baker joins us today as my guest! She's sharing the music playlist she used while writing her new release, The Reaper's Kiss. Be sure to check out her new book and also her great giveaway contest at the end of this post.

THE REAPER’S KISS Music Playlist…with metal.

If you think a book about a woman who tattoos death into people would have a playlist crammed full of heave metal, you are a partly right. When I wrote my debut paranormal romance, THE REAPER’S KISS, music was an essential vehicle for creativity. In fact, a good song on repeat for hours (yes, I’m a little nutty) was sometimes the only way I could write a particular scene. There was a time for heavy-head-banging metal…a time for trancelike electronic…a time for 80’s goth rock…and even time for The Man in Black.
So instead of telling you about my writing process, I’m instead going toshare the soundtrack to THE REAPER’S KISS, A Deathmark Novel. Enjoy! (and maybe turn your speakers down for #7).
1. Soilwork, Let This River Flow:
2. Florence + the Machine, Shake It Out:
3. Blue Oyster Cult, Don’t Fear the Reaper:
4. Johnny Cash, Ring of Fire:
6. All That Remains, Forever In Your Hands (Acoustic):
I’m turning this post on you, readers. What songs move you?

Thank you for reading! And thank you to BLOG for hosting me today!
Peace out!



The Reaper’s Kiss
A Deathmark Novel
Abigail Baker

Release Date: August 24, 2015

Genre: Paranormal

Publisher: Entangled

Book Description:

Ollie Dormier's tattoos are deadly. She is a Scrivener—an employee for Death—and her skull tattoos mark her clients for their demise. She does her job, and she stays out of trouble. But when her hands start to burn hot and fierce, and her control goes leaping out the window, all hell breaks loose. Ollie is showing the early signs of being a Master...demonstrating power that is forbidden.

That power is exactly what Reaper Brent Hume is counting on. A hot, scruffy rebel, who does marvelous and terrifying things to Ollie's insides. Now he needs Ollie's help—and her skills—to overthrow the evil and corrupt Head Reaper. That is, if he can figure out a way to keep this hot-handed girl cool...and keep his hands off.

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About the Author:

Abigail Baker shares her home with a Siamese cat endearingly named “The Other Cat” and two rescued mutts with mundane human names that people think are cute. In addition to writing about rebellious heroines, she enjoys hiking, discovering craft beers, baking the perfect vanilla bean cupcake, and rock climbing (going as far as scaling 800 vertical feet to the summit of Devil’s Tower National Monument in 2013).

Abigail won first place in the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writer’s 2010 Colorado Gold Writing Contest for Romance for THE BLOODSUCKER and first place in RWA’s Golden Network’s 2011 Golden Pen in Paranormal Romance for TATTOO OF YOUR NAME ACROSS MY SOUL (now THE REAPER’S KISS, Deathmark Book One). She regularly blogs about life observances, lives at the base of the Rocky Mountains, and can be easily found hiking any of Colorado’s best trails.

Twitter: @abigailbaker79         

Giveaway Details: 

A prize pack containing a coffee mug, a collection of signed books (titles TBA), and a $15 Amazon or B&N gift card (winner’s choice).  Open to US Shipping. 

Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.