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Guest Post – Angela Addams

The wonderful Angela Addams has a new book out. Here’s a peek at the book and some information about a competition she’s having.


To celebrate the release of book 2 in The Order of the Wolf series, Wolf Slayer, I’m giving away five e-copies of Wolf Slayer to five lucky winners. All you have to do is click the rafflecopter link and follow the prompts to enter to win.

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Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios.
She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs.

She lives in Ontario, Canada in an old, creaky house, with her husband and children.

Twitter: @angelaaddams



She would have made his next breath his last, if he hadn’t stolen hers.

Order of the Wolf, Book 2

Aubrey Devlin thought she had a destiny—to become a Huntress, be mated to a Hunter, and spend her life in everlasting, werewolf ass-kicking bliss. But after years of honing her wolf-slaying skills, it’s her twin sister who’s chosen for the coveted honor.

Swallowing her disappointment, she takes a job as head of security for the band Riot. Staying professional is tough when it comes to the band’s sex-god bassist, an alpha bad-boy to the extreme. She will keep her mind on her work—as soon as she figures out how to stop drooling over the man.

Jaylon isn’t good with women—especially those with the ability to kill him—yet he knows without a doubt Aubrey is his mate. Now if only he can get the stubborn woman to fall for him.

One argument too many, and instead of clawing each other’s eyes out, they wind up clawing each other’s clothes off. It’s then that Jaylon realizes the truth: Aubrey is a true Huntress. He’d better find a way to claim his mate before a Hunter claims her first…

Product Warnings
Sexually explicit (like ripping-clothes-off, sex-in-public-places explicit) language. Rock-star bad-ass with long hair and a wicked bite. A take-no-crap huntress who bites back. You are encouraged to lick, suck, and devour your way through this tasty treat in one sitting—just be aware you might be hungry for more.

Copyright © 2014 Angela Addams
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Even though she’d grown up almost completely isolated and totally devoted to training, Aubrey hadn’t been without amenities most modern families had. She knew who Riot was. She even kinda liked their music. Hard, loud, dirty. Many of their songs were on her training playlist. It was the right kind of music for a little beast ass-kicking.

It all seemed too good to be true and as her dad always said, if it was looked too good, then it probably was. She’d accepted the job, of course. The pay was outstanding, but her instincts were on high alert.

Standing on the outside of the door to the world’s biggest mansion—or at least, the biggest she’d ever seen—she couldn’t help but feel like she might be getting in over her head. Wolves were one thing, but screaming, groping, obsessed fans were something Aubrey had no experience with.

She glanced over her shoulder, where she could still hear the murmurs of those panting, sex-starved women. The ones who had clawed and banged at the limo she’d been transported in, even pressing their boobs up against the tinted window. She was certain she could detect real from fake like an expert at this point. Ugh. Way too much flesh on display. The experience had been like nothing she’d ever seen before and she had to wonder what would possess a woman to throw herself at a man like that.

The sound of their disappointment, the shrieks and screams when the gate closed them all out…yeah, she was gonna need to hire a team of huge, capable men, just to keep the crowds under control. She was good at killing, lethal expertise, not so much with deflecting lusty humans.

She sighed, shifted the shoulder strap of her bow case, adjusted the 9mm holstered at her hip, then ran her fingers through her hair. “They’re just humans, you can handle this.” Despite the fact that she had lied on her resume, she did know a thing or two about protection and there was only one wife she had to keep an eye on. No problem.

The door finally swung open and there was Dave, dressed in his tailored suit with his blond hair slicked back. Just as he’d looked when he interviewed her. The epitome of band manager. “Aubrey, welcome.”

He extended his hand as if to take the bow case from her shoulder. She shook her head, leaned down and picked up her suitcase. “I’ve got it, thanks.”

Dave took a step back, motioning her in. “The band is all here.”

And there they were—impossibly huge, outstanding specimens of downright drop dead gorgeous bad boys. The lot of them waltzing into the foyer to greet her. A shiver licked down her spine as she glanced from one man to the next. Dangerous was the first word that jumped into her head, although she couldn’t exactly say why. She scanned the men again. They were all there except for…

“I’m Mayhem.” Piercing blue eyes, long black hair, body made for licking. Mayhem, stepped forward and extended a hand.

Aubrey took it without hesitation. This was the band’s front man, no mistaking his legendary looks. She’d gazed at his picture on the internet many a night over the years.

“Raven.” Mayhem nodded to his right as he released her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Aubrey.”

This one was pierced and tattooed, not really her thing but she could appreciate a handsome man when she saw one and she had a lot of respect for Raven’s ability to melt her with his riffs. He was a talented musician.

“Dyami,” Blond and shaggy, the drummer oozed naughty with that smile.

The last band member stepped into the hallway and walked toward her, his eyes locked on hers, a look so intense it literally stopped her next breath.

“Jaylon Black,” she whispered. He had long dark hair, a deep brown bordering on black and so silky to the eye that she was desperate to run her fingers through it. He was native, his beautiful dark skin, those mesmerizing cocoa eyes… Deadly, sensual, screwable…

Okay, get a grip you perv.

“You’ve heard of me, then?” He didn’t crack a smile and didn’t offer a hand to shake.

Aubrey felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She must have said that louder than she thought.

Guest Post by Lesley Smith

I’m pleased to introduce Lesley Smith. Her new book, The Changing of the Sun, is out now.


It’s been a strange fifteen months. I started writing a short story in June 2013 to try to flesh out some backstory for an urban sci fi novel I was planning. I was writing for myself, to understand the flows and timelines, and now in October 2014, I’m holding a copy of the paperback of The Changing of the Sun in my hands.

(And then I put it down because, you know, it’s heavy and I have RSI.)

I had a story which gripped me and that I needed to tell, the first piece in a larger picture spanning milestones on an alien planet. First novels usually come back to haunt their authors, usually because they’ve since grown as a writer, and yet I’m still in that phase where I know Changing might not be the best thing I’ve ever written (that’s still to come) but I’m still proud of it and myself.

Indie publishing a novel is a wild ride, especially when you add a Kickstarter campaign into the mix. I’m retired to to chronic health problems and physical disabilities which means I live on a small but comfortable amount. The problem with this is I could have paid for the book’s production but it would have taken three times as long and I really wanted to have a novel published in 2014.

The actual campaign was a horrifying dreadful thing. I danced from manic terror that my project was going to crash and burn and wanting to quietly press the ‘cancel campaign’ button to convinced it was going to succeed and screaming like a banshee. I had people telling me it was going to be okay but it was only on the day I funded that I truly believed them.

Most of my friends were supportive and not all of their support involved money. Half go them were simply curious or keen to see me succeed, even if they could only offer good will and moral support. A friend came round the night I funded with a bottle of prosecco and was there for me after a family member, disgusted, had told me how ashamed of myself I should be for begging. Coincidentally, that particular comment spurred me to hit the internet and I funded that say, almost as an ‘up yours’ to anyone who doubted me.

So I started researching other campaigns, seeing how authors had used the platform specifically. I listed what I needed (editing, covers, layout, an ebook edition) and priced up how much it would cost. Of course you can guesstimate but until you do go through the process you can never have final numbers. I actually needed around £2250 to cover alls the costs I incurred (I asked for £1250). One of the things I wanted to be clear about from the off was my honesty and openness about finances, the reasons why I was doing the Kickstarter and the slow, ambling journey of Scrivener file to paperback book.

Of course much of this was coloured by the people I found during my journey. I found an excellent editor who loves my work, thanks to other indie authors I discovered that interior art really makes for a beautiful book (and Ben J. Adams is worth every penny I throw at him) and that if you’re going to do a paperback or an ebook, it should be a beautiful thing regardless of the cost.

This year has been precious because it has seem my dream become a literal reality, it’s made me realise that I might actually be a decent storyteller and it allowed me to control the final product, to make it as lovely to hold as it is to read on a Kindle or an iPad. I was lucky enough to have Michael Bunker as a mentor and he and I share a believe that books should be beautiful things. I’ve kept this idea close at hand from everything from the cover to the layout and the interior illustrations.

I’m already planning my next two Kickstarter campaigns to get the funding I need to do the second (for The Parting of the Waters, which is live now) and third parts of the trilogy (which will be Kickstarted next summer). For someone in my situation, Kickstarter provides funding but — perhaps most importantly — it also provides an instant fanbase. If I didn’t have Team Changing (my original team of backers), I wouldn’t be able to sit here today signing books and getting ready to do this all over again.

I can’t wait.



The world is shifting and only the blind have eyes to see it.

In a seaside village, a woman has come back from the dead, the only survivor of a tsunami which wiped out her clan. When she speaks, it is of things no Kashinai should know. She says danger is coming and only an Oracle can save them…one who has not yet been called.

In Aiaea, a city infected by fear, a priestess finds herself blind and afraid. Denied her mantle, Saiara is imprisoned by the woman who should have been her teacher. What Saiara has seen cannot be stopped and unless she acts, an entire world and its people will burn.

Their only safety lies in sacred caverns far to the north, but first Saiara must escape captivity with only the aid of a former High Oracle, a healer, a bondservant, and a Seaborn woman who is indwelt by the goddess of death.

Oracle and indwelt, healer and nomad, child and adult…the Changing of the Sun is coming. Will they be ready? Will you?

The Changing of the Sun is the first installment of a breath-taking trilogy that spans lifetimes and ages from veteran journalist turned author Lesley Smith.

Lesley Smith worked as a journalist for nearly a decade before reinventing herself as an author of science fiction and fantasy. She lives in a quaint Norfolk town with three cats and her guide dog, Unis.
She is currently crowdfunding the sequel, The Parting of the Waters, and is asking everyone—rather than buying her book on Amazon—to pledge to her Kickstarter instead and get a signed paperback or e-copy that way.

Guest post by Charlie N. Holmberg

I’m please to introduce you all to Charlie N. Holmberg, and her wonderful novel, The Paper Magician.



Bound to a magic she never wanted, a young apprentice falls deeper into its mysteries when she must use everything she’s learned from her master in order to save him… and his heart.


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Ceony Twill arrives at the cottage of Magician Emery Thane with a broken heart. Having graduated at the top of her class from the Tagis Praff School for the Magically Inclined, Ceony is assigned an apprenticeship in paper magic despite her dreams of bespelling metal. And once she’s bonded to paper, that will be her only magic…forever.


Yet the spells Ceony learns under the strange yet kind Thane turn out to be more marvelous than she could have ever imagined—animating paper creatures, bringing stories to life via ghostly images, even reading fortunes. But as she discovers these wonders, Ceony also learns of the extraordinary dangers of forbidden magic.


An Excisioner—a practitioner of dark, flesh magic—invades the cottage and rips Thane’s heart from his chest. To save her teacher’s life, Ceony must face the evil magician and embark on an unbelievable adventure that will take her into the chambers of Thane’s still-beating heart—and reveal the very soul of the man.


The Paper Magician is now available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook from 47North.




Homegrown in Salt Lake City, Charlie was raised a Trekkie with three sisters who also have boy names. She writes fantasy novels and does freelance editing on the side. She’s a proud BYU alumna, plays the ukulele, and owns too many pairs of glasses.




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Recommendations from My Recent Reads by Charlie N. Holmberg

It’s been a little while since I last had a guest post on my blog, so here’s fellow 47North writer, and all round awesome person, Charlie N. Holmberg.

Take it away, Charlie.





I love a good book. Who doesn’t? So when Steve invited me to guest post on his blog, I thought I’d share some of my favorite books from the last few months and spread the reading love!


Cruel Beauty by Rosamund Hodge


Cruel Beauty is a retelling of Beauty and the Beast, with a bit of a Rumplestiltskin flare. I loved this upper-YA read because the protagonist has nursed a hateful streak in her heart over eight years, and she’s sent to marry a “hateful” demon with the intention of killing him and saving her country. There are some great twists and character developments in this novel, and the way Hodge pieces together the ending is perfect.


Dad is Fat by Jim Gaffigan


This is my first book! I’m a huge Jim Gaffigan fan, though I admit this is more a satirical book on parenting then standup-on-paper. But it’s an enjoyable read/listen, especially if you’re a parent (actually, if you’re not a parent, you probably won’t enjoy it as much. Recommended for parents!). It’s clever and a dash sentimental, too.


Shadows Beneath by the Writing Excuses Podcast Team


Shadows Beneath is the new Writing Excuses Anthology, put together by Mary Robinette Kowal, Howard Tayler, Dan Wells, and Brandon Sanderson. The quirky thing about this book is that it includes a transcription of the brainstorming sessions for each short story, as well as the stories’ first drafts and edits. It’s interesting if you’re a writer, or even just an avid reader.


I really enjoyed three of the four short stories, with Kowal’s “A Fire in the Heavens” being my favorite (“Sixth of Dusk” by Sanderson is a close second). And the cover is fantastic to boot!




Homegrown in Salt Lake City, Charlie was raised a Trekkie with three sisters who also have boy names. She writes fantasy novels and does freelance editing on the side. She’s a proud BYU alumna, plays the ukulele, and owns too many pairs of glasses.







Being Human by J. Lincoln Fenn

I’d like to welcome J. Lincoln Fenn to my blog today. She’s the author of the excellent Poe, which you can find by clicking the cover



About 50 pages into my novel I realized I was screwed—royally. And I had no one but myself to blame.


I’d pitched a horror novel—evil spirit, demons, gore…galore—which had attracted the attention of a publisher that loved the concept, but when I started writing this wonderfully snarky character emerged that seemed to have a mind of his own. And he wasn’t a hero. Nor did he sparkle. In fact, he could sometimes be a bit of an ass. But he had things to say, funny and occasionally wise things. It wasn’t until about page 40 that I remembered oh yeah, there’s supposed to be some satanic shit and a ghost or…something.


I almost thought about scrapping and starting from page one because I didn’t know how to blend these two seemingly anti-thetical tones—how do you land a joke in one chapter and trigger a shiver in the next? I’d seen it done in film a few rare times—Sean of the Dead, Zombieland—but not so much in novels. Nothing deflates tension as quickly as making light of it, which is probably why It isn’t known for making wisecracks before it teaches kids how to float.


Netflix to the rescue. Desperate for something different to watch, I landed on the BBC’s Being Human and found a workable horror/humor/human model. Being Human made the paranormal…normal, with relatable characters and plots that easily arced between an evil vampire takeover and a werewolf nervous about what to cook for his first date. When scenes were domestic, or funny, or exploring humanity through the eyes of paranormal characters, nothing serious happened. But when lives were at stake (or about to be staked), no jokes were allowed in. I think I watched the entire season three times. Okay, maybe four.


The result was POE, which people have called quirky and sardonic, and likened to the lighter flavor of horror like Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. I’ll take that. But I have to give props where props are due, and I don’t think I would have dared to take a stab at comedic horror without seeing it done as brilliantly as Being Human.


Thanks to J Lincoln Fenn for popping in, you can learn more about her and her work at her blog: HERE.

The Story Behind the Hellequin Chronicles

I’ve got a guest post over on SF Signal today about how the use of Flashbacks shaped the Hellequin Chronicles stories, and where that idea came from.


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A Chance to Chat and Win

Today is the day that I have an interview and web chat with Bitten by Books. It starts at Noon Central US time (5pm UK). You can win a copy of Crimes Against Magic and an Amazon gift certificate by coming over.

Here’s the link for the giveaway.

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If you have any questions about the books or writing in general, feel free to pop over and ask.

Click the cover for the link to the webchat when it goes live. 

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My Superpower – Skiffy and Fanty

Me again. This time with a link to a blog post I did for, about my superpower. It’s was a lot of fun to write. As per usual, click the cover.



Liz Wilkins Interviews Me

Yep, another day and another guest post. Today I’ve got an interview on Liz Wilkins blog, who recently did a fantastic review for With Silent Screams, where she said;


“This is definitely a set of books that has grown in stature since its humble beginnings as Nate and the mythology surrounding him has grown, developed and taken on a life of its own. So, all in all a terrific 3rd book in a series that is now absolutely one of my favourites in the Urban Fantasy stakes alongside Felix Castor and Alex Verus. Possibly not for the faint hearted but if you like your Urban fantasy absolutely Urban and fantastical these will probably bring great satisfaction.”


Click the cover to go take a read.


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Blog Tour Post – Top 10 Heroes and Villains

And I’m back, twice in one day. This time I’ve got a top 10 heroes and villains over on A TiffyFit’s Reading Corner.
It was hard figuring out only 5 heroes and 5 villains, so I’m going to post the other half on my blog in a week or so. In the meantime, go check it out. As per usual, click the cover.


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