Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Blog Tour: Ursa Unearthed by JL Madore

This virtual book tour is presented by Bewitching Book Tours.

Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.

Ursa Unearthed: Scourge Survivor Series: Book 2
JL Madore

Genre: Fantasy Romance
Number of pages: 340

Book Description:

Mika’s life has never been normal, but it’s hers.

After being told by the Great Spirit to stand up for the Earth Mother’s children and “save the great species from extinction,” she buries herself in an investigative journalism career hunting down poachers and exposing illegal trade in wildlife exotics. A survivor by nature, she would rather fight injustice than maneuver the hassles and heartache of relationships anyway.

When danger suddenly finds her unprepared, Mika’s perception of her life is shattered and she is hurled into a realm of magic and murder she does not understand. Seduced by Bruin, the powerful and sexy warrior who saves her life, Mika is catapulted into a world where Were-creatures and Scourge assassins threaten not only her life but her heart as well.

With the boundary between worlds crumbling, Mika realizes that her destiny to save the great species will draw her deeper into a reality more terrifying to her than anything she has faced before.

Trusting in love.

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Ambar Lenn – Fate's Journey

Alone in the dark, Aust sat at the bottom of the grand staircase of Jade's manse, staring at the cryptic words mounted on the foyer wall. Translated by the Centaur, Chiron of Deleran, the Queen Oracles' prophesy hung opposite the double entrance doors. Aust's Elven brothers and warrior friends boasted thoughts and theories as to its meaning, but theories they remained. And on nights when reverie evaded him—which occurred more oft than not—he sat within the silent stone walls of Jade's new home and tried to glean the prophesy's meaning:

Journey of Fate, two realms to purge
Weapons drawn against the Scourge
Blaze of passion,
Trust unearthed,
Cleansing of past,
Spirit rebirthed,
Fate or free-will, which to choose?
With love to gain and life to lose.
Darkness hides in familiar form
A brother's betrayal, a sister's storm
Empower lost souls or evil shall reign
Noble the child of argenteous mane

Journey of Fate—the first line referred to their Ambar Lenn, everyone agreed on that point. Four fortnights past, the inception of his, Galan's and Thamior's journey to manhood had triggered unforeseen events. On that night—the night the exile of his people was lifted—the three of them had set off from the Highborne village to find their path.
Aust had yet to find anything . . . save grief.
His Eda had been slain, his Naneth left heart-weary, and his people so offended by his goddess-given affinity to communicate with his animal brothers and sisters, they cast him out.
Galan fared well enough, and for at least that much, he rejoiced. Jade was a remarkable female, and to have Recognized with his mate . . . there was no greater blessing. Together, partners in life and purpose, the two now served Castian as Protectors of the Realm of the Fair.
Thamior's journey? Well . . . Tham remained Tham e'ermore. Aust marveled at the strength of spirit the male possessed, his love and wonder of all things, the simple joy he found in living free within the Realm of the Fair. Tham had yet to make any progress in his journey, yet paid it no mind.
Weapons drawn against the Scourge—Aust was more than ready to take up arms against the enemy of the realm. He yearned to prove his value, burned to avenge his dead. There were moments, the fury boiled so white-hot in his blood, he almost drowned in the lure of vengeance and pain. He quelled those impulses as best he could.
For the choices made to navigate the journey of the Ambar Lenn would determine if he could ever be thought of as a male of worth. And so he pushed back the anguish and the anger and waited . . . .

About the Author:

JL Madore, lover of family, animals and chocolate has a soft spot for romance and a hot button for sexy stories. She didn't find writing so much as it found her. Waking each morning with a vivid cast of characters tangled in chaos in her head, it seemed essential to capture them on the page.

Author web links: www.jlmadore.ca

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Monday, September 29, 2014

Blog Tour: Twinkle by SJ Parkinson

Publisher: SJ Parkinson (July 14, 2014)
Category: Science Fiction, Thriller
Tour Date: October, 2014
Available in: Print & ebook, 600 Pages
In the newest book from award winning author, SJ Parkinson, The richest man in the world wants to celebrate the July 4th holiday as never before. In a bid to get into the record books, a global fireworks show is staged from orbit. Satellites drop pyrotechnics into the atmosphere, thrilling everyone from the Arctic to the Antarctic with their rich colors and massive explosions in every time zone.
The next day, people around the globe begin to lose their sight. Governments crumble, society degenerates, and infrastructure falls into chaos. Humanity finds itself stumbling in the dark and losing all hope.
A few fortunate individuals retain their vision. Attempting to deal with the growing despair around them, they come together to discover the true purpose and origin of the affliction. They race to find a cure before the world is subjugated under an invading power.
About SJ Parkinson:SJ Parkinson
Mr. Parkinson was an Air Force avionics technician, a decorated veteran of the Persian Gulf War, and several United Nations peacekeeping missions. He has lived overseas in numerous countries and travels extensively. His novels have been praised for their realism and sold in fourteen countries, winning multiple international awards.
Awards: Three “Outstanding in Genre” Gold Seal awards from Red Adept Publishing and Kindle Book of the Month award Oct 2013 by the People’s Choice Book Awards.
* When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I've written short stories since primary school days, which is a long time ago. Creating a world with words has always had appeal to me. As a child, I was a voracious reader and enjoyed losing myself in various books.

* How many jobs did you have before you became a writer?
After my career in the military, I owned a computer gaming company for nine years. From there, I went to work in a series of IT jobs in the electronics, financial, confectionary, and education fields.

* What would you say is your most interesting writing quirk?
I typically write from multiple POV's throughout the story. I was eventually told that this was the most difficult way to write, but I found it to come naturally. A lot of my books don't have a main protagonist either. My stories are told from the perspective of many people and I think that reflects real life. I don’t use overt sex, profanity, or extreme violence, but I do write for a mature reader.
I feel validated in that approach as my novels have sold in fourteen countries, won international awards, and are highly rated. I also have a dedicated group of readers who are incredibly supportive of my work.

* Where do you get your ideas or inspiration for your characters?
When I'm travelling and waiting for a connecting flight, I'll sit at my gate and people watch as they walk by my gate. Humanity is diverse and I always see people who inspire characters. I make mental notes of appearance and their actions then jot them down later for future reference. 
* How do you decide what you want to write about?
I have no shortage of ideas. My current project list has about twenty potential books at various stages of development. As an example, my wife went to the bathroom at a movie theater in Puerto Rico and while waiting those few minutes in the hallway, I thought of another sci-fi project. My biggest issue is time and being able to focus on getting a story onto paper.

* What books have most influenced your life?
That list is almost endless. I have read thousands of books which influenced me in some way. Dune by Frank Herbert, Starship Troopers by Robert Heinlein, The Day of the Jackal by Frederick Forsyth, anything by Issac Asimov, etc. Good fiction lets you lose yourself in the world created by the author.

* What are you reading right now?
Today I usually read books to research future projects. However, the last book I read purely for entertainment was a biography of Nikola Tesla.

* What do you like to do when you are not writing?
I have many outside interests. I scuba dive, have dinner out with friends, and love to travel. My wife and I just got back from a long romantic weekend in Puerto Rico a few weeks ago. When at home, I watch documentaries, read books, maintain my website, and social media presence. Plus, my wife always has a 'Honey-do' list handy if she feels I am otherwise unoccupied.

* What is your favorite comfort food?
Rocky Road with hot fudge and sprinkles. Sprinkles make everything taste better.

* What do you think makes a good story?
I take great pains to make my stories believable. If the reader sees errors in how a world is constructed then it will fall apart. A credible setting, realistic characters, and natural dialog are the cornerstones of a solid novel regardless of genre.
Typically, I do at least a week or two of research for a novel before writing a word. Twinkle was so broad in scope that the research for that novel took me three months. At the end of that time, I know the places, settings, and descriptions of the various places intimately and as a result I can write a lot faster. Often the research will give me information to take a character in a completely different direction than what I had initially envisioned.

* Who would you consider your favorite author and why?
Frederick Forsyth, Michael Crichton, Bernard Cornwell, and Tom Clancy all inspired me deeply. Forsyth’s plots are so realistic you can imagine them coming from a newspaper headline. Crichton takes existing science and brings it one step further. Bernard Cornwell sets his fictional books against actual historical events and Clancy’s ability to create tension is unparalleled. I try to use elements of each in my writing.

Fun random questions:
• dogs or cats?
Am a dog person, but currently I have two cats.
• Coffee or tea?
Coffee. Just one cup in the morning.
• Dark or milk chocolate?
Milk, but with fruit and nut pieces.
• Rocks or flowers?
Flowers in the rocks. I love hiking and neither choice is a bad thing.
• Night or day?
I'm a night person, but love a blue sky sunshine filled day to get out and have fun with friends.
• Favorite color?
A majestic imperial purple.
• Crayons or markers?
• Pens or pencils?

Pencils can be erased if you make a mistake. 

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Thursday, September 25, 2014

Blog Tour: The Sunken by S.C. Green

This virtual book tour is presented by Enchanted Book Tours.
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Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.

Author Bio
Steff lives in an off-grid house on a slice of rural paradise near Auckland, New Zealand, with her cantankerous drummer husband, their two cats, and their medieval sword collection. The first CD she ever brought was Metallica's 'Ride the Lightning', and she's been a card-carrying member of the black-t-shirt brigade ever since.

Steff writes about metal music, her books, living off-grid, and her adventures with home-brewing on her blog www.steffmetal.com. She writes humorous fantasy under the name Steff Metal, and dark, dystopian fantasy under S. C. Green. Her latest novel, The Sunken, explores an alternative Georgian London where dinosaurs still survive.

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Title: The Sunken
Author: Steff Green
Genre: Steampunk Dark Fantasy
 In the heart of London lies the Engine Ward, a district forged in coal and steam, where the great Engineering Sects vie for ultimate control of the country. For many, the Ward is a forbidding, desolate place, but for Nicholas Thorne, the Ward is a refuge. He has returned to London under a cloud of shadow to work for his childhood friend, the engineer Isambard Kingdom Brunel. 

Deep in the Ward's bowels, Nicholas can finally escape his strange affliction – the thoughts of animals that crowd his head. But seeing Brunel interact with his mechanical creations, Nicholas is increasingly concerned that his friend may be succumbing to the allure of his growing power. That power isn't easily cast aside, and the people of London need Brunel to protect the streets from the prehistoric monsters that roam the city.

King George III has approved Brunel's ambitious plan to erect a Wall that would shut out the swamp dragons and protect the city. But in secret, the King cultivates an army of Sunken: men twisted into flesh-eating monsters by a thirst for blood and lead. Only Nicholas and Brunel suspect that something is wrong, that the Wall might play into a more sinister purpose--to keep the people of London trapped inside.

James Holman's Memoirs — Unpublished

                The history books — the thick sort written by real historians — will tell you England's troubles began when Isambard Kingdom Brunel knocked Robert Stephenson from the post of Messiah of the Sect of the Great Conductor, and became overnight the most powerful engineer in England. But they do not have the full story.
                The true origin began many years before that, with George III — the Vampire King — and the damage wrought by his naval defeats, and his madness. His depravity might have been held in check were it not for a mild spring afternoon in 1830, when a dragon wandered into Kensington Gardens and ate two women and a Grenadier Guard.
                I happened to witness this occurrence, although witness, my critics would say, is a word I am not permitted to use, on account of my complete blindness. I had been granted a day's leave from my duties at Windsor Castle to come into the city. In my left hand, I clutched two envelopes. One contained a thick, pleading letter to my publisher, written on my Noctograph in large, loopy letters to arouse their sympathies, humbly requesting a payment for royalties due on my book. The second contained a request for a period of extended leave to travel to Europe, addressed to the Duke and signed by my doctor. In my other hand, I held the brass ball atop my walking stick, rapping the pavement and listening for the echoes whenever I felt myself veer from my path.
                I arrived at the offices of F., C., and J. Rivington, my publishers, a little after four, and was surprised to find their offices empty, the door locked, and no one about. I ran my fingers over the door, but could find no notice. Perhaps they had taken an extended luncheon? I sniffed the air, remembering the delicious pie shop on the corner beneath the barbershop. Yes, perhaps I should look for them there.
                I had no sooner taken a step across the street, my mouth watering with the anticipation of pie, when coach bells jangled, whistles blew, hooves thundered, and a great commotion rumbled down the street — a carriage speeding over the cobbles, the inhabitants crying out as they were flung back in their seats. I yanked my boot back just as the carriage screamed past and several Bobbies blew their whistles at me. Boots pounded along the street as the usual gaggle of reporters, thrill-seekers, and layabouts chased after the carriage, anxious to see the cause of the commotion.
                Of course, being somewhat of a thrill-seeker myself, I shoved the letters into my jacket pocket and followed. I didn't need my stick to follow the sound of the carriage, and I fell in step amongst the crowd and allowed the jostles of the nosy to pull me along. I collected details in my mental map — a right turn here, a left there, the rough cobbles giving way to silken lawn and neat, paved paths. We'd entered Kensington Gardens, tearing through the squared hedges of close-cropped yew and prim holly, cut and shaped to mimic the bastions and fortifications of war. Hydrangea and rose perfumes drifted on the breeze, until the coo of songbirds was interrupted by piercing screams as women scuttled between the hedges, looking for a place to hide.
                Then, I heard the roar.
                The sound was so low it shook my insides about, so my organs felt as though they had sunk into my socks. The crowd around me, only moments ago hell-bent on moving forward in search of the commotion, scattered in fear, diving into the trees flanking the Round Pond and leaving me in the centre of the path to confront the scene before me.
                Though I could only hear and not see what unfolded, the vivid accounts read aloud to me by friends from the papers allow me to picture it now as clearly as anything. A female swamp-dragon (Megalosaurus bucklandii, in the new taxonomy) appeared from nowhere beside the Round Pond, obviously in need of a drink. She bent down, fifteen feet of her, to lap at the water with her thick tongue, her leathery green skin catching the midday sun. The gentlemen who had been preparing to launch their boats on the water scattered, but their women were busy setting up the picnic tables and laying out the tea settings, and did not notice the commotion until the beast was upon them.
                A woman cowered under her table, clutching a crying baby and trying to muffle its sobs beneath her skirt. But the dragon — like me — saw the world with her ears. She drove her wide snout under the table and tore at the unfortunate woman, tearing out her pretty arms and staining her dress with blood.
Crème scones and Wedgewood china flew through the air as the beast charged the picnic tables, snapping up morsels of womanly flesh. The screams brought more bystanders — lovers strolling along the Serpentine, the Royal Horticultural Society, who'd been admiring the hydrangea beds, and, finally, a nearby guard on duty with his shiny blunderbuss.
                The shots rang in my ears for several moments, and I leaned on my stick, suddenly blinded to the world around me. The ground trembled as feet thundered past, and I turned to move after them, but a voice broke through my panic.
"You sir, don't move!"
I froze. Now I heard the hiss of air escaping the dragon's nostril, and the click of its claws as it stalked across the garden path toward me. The air grew hot, carrying with it the smell of butchery — blood and flesh mingled with the beast's fetid breath. At any moment it would be upon me. The panic rose in my throat, and I fought the urge to run.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Blog Tour: Project Firebird by Nick Green

Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.

Author Bio
Nick Green lives in the UK. He is the author of seven fiction books to date, including the middle-grade CAT KIN trilogy published by Strident. His other books include THE STORM BOTTLE, a fantasy adventure about the dolphins of Bermuda, and most recently the FIREBIRD trilogy, a YA science fiction epic.


Title: Project Firebird
Author: Nick Green
Genre: Young Adult Science Fiction
How do you save the world when it’s already too late?
Don’t ask Leo Lloyd-Jones. Ask him how to steal a car, or why he got excluded from every school in Salford, but don’t come to him for help. This whole thing must be a daft mistake – and if anyone finds out, he’s done for.
Earth is on a deadly collision course that nothing can prevent. The only real hope is Project Firebird, deep inside a blast-proof bunker that shelters the brightest and bravest young people. Leo has got mixed up with the likes of Rhys Carnarvon, the celebrated teenage polar explorer, and other child prodigies chosen to keep the flame of civilisation.
Among them is the streetwise Paige Harris, a girl Leo likes a lot (but not in that way). Paige is desperate to rescue her little sister from London before the catastrophe strikes. But no-one is crazy enough to try that. Almost no-one.
Leo is about to find out why he’s here.

Chris unlocked the door to a long, narrow hall. A tall girl was there already, busy in one corner. At the far end stood three man-shaped placards with ring targets over their chests.
            Mason cheered. ‘A firing range!’
            ‘Shooting range.’ Summer Dartington turned to face them. She didn’t smile, only flicked her brown ponytail. Behind her stood a rack of slender pistols with yellow grips. Leo itched to try one.
            ‘Hi, Summer.’ Paige was being polite.
            ‘Hello. Hi.’ Even after three weeks, Summer hadn’t learned all their names.
            ‘Summer will be your firearms mentor,’ said Chris.
            ‘No.’ Andrew stood in the doorway. ‘The judo stuff, I’m fine with that. But guns, no.’
            ‘Don’t get your knickers in a twist.’ Summer stirred a tub of black pellets with her finger. ‘These are air pistols.’
            ‘You’ll become proficient with these practice weapons first,’ said Chris. Leo swapped a grin with Mason – it sounded as if proper guns would come later. Summer donned wraparound orange glasses, then opened a pistol to tip in a caterpillar of lead shot.
            ‘I’m not shooting a gun,’ said Andrew. ‘My Pa would be mad if he ever knew.’
            ‘Understand this, Andrew.’ Chris drew himself up, becoming every inch Major Bacchus. ‘If people threaten you, they threaten the Project. And the Project is about saving humanity. So anyone who threatens it is an enemy of humanity.  So you stop them.’
            As if on cue, Summer raised her pistol and fired four times, recocking rapidly between each shot. The noise was like two sets of popping balloons at either end of the hall. The centre target, shaped like a man wielding a knife, wobbled on its hanger. Andrew’s eyebrows switched his face to sad.
‘Count me out.’
‘Okay.’ Chris let it go, easy as that.
‘That’s all right, then, isn’t it?’ said Summer. ‘Anyone can say they won’t fire a gun when they know someone else will do it for them.’
‘Enough.’ Chris glanced at her. ‘No problem, Andrew. It’s your decision. Go and join Maddison. She’ll be at the Seed Banks. You can help her lead tomorrow’s farming class.’
‘Thanks, Chris.’ Andrew left them, smiling in relief. Summer watched him go with an odd twinkle in her eyes. Amusement, scorn, or some secret thought? It passed too quickly for Leo to decide, and he might have forgotten ever seeing it.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Blog Tour: Almost Forgotten by Carey Decevito

Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.

Author Bio

Born and raised in small town Northern Ontario, Canada, Carey Decevito has had a penchant for reading and writing for as long as she can remember.
As an adult however, more than a decade had come to pass before sleepless nights plagued her with exhaustion, demanding that she put pen to paper (more like fingers to keyboard) and start writing again.
And the rest, as they say, is history!
A writer of erotic romance, this lover of food will throw in a bit of heat, a dash of sass, a pinch of comedy and a dollop of real-life experience in order to provide her readers with a story that will mess with their emotions from start to finish.
Family and friends are her lifeblood but Carey also enjoys conquering the outdoors, sports, travelling and playing tourist in Canada’s National Capital region.  When life gets crazy, she seeks respite through her writing and submersing herself in the latest addition to her library.  If all else fails, she knows there’s never a dull moment with her prolific story-teller of a five-year-old daughter, her goofy husband and their two cats who she swears are out to get her.

With three published works under her belt, Almost Forgotten is the second of her The Broken Men Chronicles series.

About the Book

Jake had it all: money, women, great looks.  For all intents and purposes, he was happy.  Or so he thought he was.

A series of women and an unexpected appearance by a ghost from his past caused him to re-evaluate his life.

Why had she come back?  Why was she standing in his firm’s boardroom with his opposing counsel?  But the burning question was, why did he give a damn after fifteen years?

She’d broken his heart all those years ago and Jake chose to live the life of a bachelor from there on out.  Along with his fast-paced career, he ran a fast-paced social life.  It’s what worked for him.  Or he’d at least convinced himself it did.

The loneliness his large home presented the minute the housekeeper went home and the women that warmed his bed deserted him, left him wanting.  Could he have what so many of his friends already did: the woman, the family, the house with the white picket fence?  Maybe.  But just because he desired these things, things he’d sworn off ages ago, doesn’t mean that they were destined for him.

One thing was for sure, with Danica back in town, Jake’s life was never going to be the same again.


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My thoughts:
This is my first Carey Decevito story and I wasn't sure if I would be lost by not reading the first book prior to reading this one.  I have to say that although I might have liked knowing more background, I never felt as though reading the books in order was a must.  I will say that I plan to go back and read the first book, Once Written, Twice Shy.  

With that said, I enjoyed the story quite a bit.  I was hooked from the very first page.  The characters are wonderfully created and I found it easy to imagine them as "real"people and invest in their lives while I read.  As much as I liked Danica and Jake, I would have been just as happy to read their story with a little innuendo and a little less detail on occasion.

I am a softy when it comes to second chances and this one has so much to offer.  Emotions run like wildfire throughout the story, I found myself both laughing aloud and near tears many times while the story unfolded.  

I found the story to be well written, clever, entertaining, emotionally challenging, and filled with great characters.  Not for the rated G reader, but it isn't billed that way either.  I am looking forward to reading Pax and Alissa's story next and will hopefully find time to read the other two books in the Broken Men series too.

(I received an ecopy of this book at no charge in exchange for an honest review)

Buy Links:  Almost Forgotten HERE.
book one - Once Written, Twice Shy HERE
book three -  Play Me to Infinity HERE
book four - To Forgive & Hold Safe HERE

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Blog Tour: Troubled Spirits by Teri Lee

Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.

Author Bio
Growing up in Maine, Teri Lee spent most of her time reading and exploring in the woods. And that hasn’t changed. When she’s not writing, you’ll still find her lost in a book or out hiking. And if she’s not there, try the ER. But don’t worry, she’s the nurse, not the patient. Teri has three grown children and still resides in Maine with her husband. 


Title: Troubled Spirits
Author: Teri Lee
Genre: YA Paranormal
Ghosts aren’t real.
That’s what Annie Waters believed before she snuck into the abandoned Caldwell School. Before the dark presence followed her home. Before she realized, her only hope was to believe.

Annie’s nose burned with the smell of gasoline.
“Are you okay?” The voice sounded far away.
There was another sound—closer—a rasping breath. Annie opened her eyes. She was in the car. The side of her face was pressed against the window and something jabbed against her right hip. She shifted.
Everything hurt.
Then it all rushed back to her—the argument with her parents—the bright lights, those were headlights—they’d crashed!
“Mom! Dad!” she screamed.
The rasping sound again. It was coming from the front seat. She tried to lean forward, but her hips were pinned to the seat and something pressed against her chest.
Knock, knock, knock. A man peered down at her through the window of the other door. She realized the car was on its side. “You shouldn’t move,” he said. “I called 911.”
Annie heard sirens in the distance. “Mom! Dad!” She worked her arm into position against the door and pushed. A band tighten across her hips. The seatbelt! Her fingers found the button and the restricting band slid away.
The sirens grew closer. Flashing red lights lit up the inside of the car. Annie could just make out the back of her mother’s head and she saw was blood. 
She tried to get to her, but her legs were wedged against the back of her mother’s seat. She wriggled and shifted, ignoring the sharp pains that shot through her legs, until she freed one leg, then the other. She grasped the headrest. Her hand slipped off the warm, slick surface. Even in the dim light she could see it was blood.
“Mom!” she screamed. “Dad!”
Another rasping breath.
A new face appeared in the window above her. “Don’t move. We’re coming in.”
The face disappeared and the car vibrated slightly as metal screeched against metal. Slowly, the top of the car was pried away. Firemen surrounded the car. One of them slid a stiff collar around Annie’s neck while a second checked Dad’s pulse, then shook his head. A tight lump formed in Annie’s throat and she felt her chest caving in. She didn’t dare breathe as she looked over at the fireman working on her mom.
“Pulse is thready.” He slid a collar around her neck. “Let’s get her out of here.”
“Annie! The voice seemed far away.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Blog Tour: What Happens in Venice by Diana Cachey

This virtual book tour is presented by Bewitching Book Tours.

Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.

About the Author:

Diana Cachey is a licensed attorney, published academic, and former adjunct law professor. She also holds a BA in English, and while in law school, she was the first female editor-in-chief of her university's law review.

The author of the novels Love Spirits and Lagoon Lure, Cachey trained with several New York Times best-selling writers whose sales total more than 70 million books. She has built a social media platform with over one hundred thousand Twitter users, and her popular YouTube channel featuring secret Venice locations has received over five hundred thousand views.

For more than a decade, Cachey has traveled to Venice, the setting of her novels, on extended trips several times a year. The cafés, restaurants, and many other haunts of Venice play a prominent role in her sexy paranormal mystery-romance series about a beautiful American lawyer guided by the Ghosts of Venice in the investigation of a hushed-up crime.


Love Spirits
What Happens In Venice: Book One
Diana Cachey

Genre: Romance/paranormal.
Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 40,000 

Tagline: Among the romantic canals of Venice—and oh so many Italian distractions—can a stunning American lawyer and her psychic sister help the Ghosts of Venice solve a hushed-up crime?

Book Description:

Louisa Mangotti is a gorgeous American lawyer and Interpol expert who, after being offered a job working with the international crime unit in Venice, receives a mysterious postcard from the Venetian Ghosts, the ancient protectors of the Republic. But Louisa assumes her bad-boy ex, Matteo, sent it in a quixotic attempt to gain her attention.  Louisa may have dismissed the ghosts, but the ghosts aren’t quite done with her.

When the bodies of two glassmakers wash up on Murano Island, the cryptic messages persist. Reluctantly, Louisa calls upon Matteo to help decipher the clues. And before she knows it, a flame that was never fully extinguished is rekindled.  Sensing that her sister is in over her head, Barbara Mangotti rushes to the rescue, only to be lured away by two handsome Venetian men.  

With time running out, can the two beauties solve a crime that could threaten the city of Venice itself?

From the Top of Our Great Bell Tower Saint Mark Square Venice, Italy 
Dear wide-eyed tourist, Don’t go to Venice.            
But if you do, don’t fall in -- in a canal, in love or into Venice itself. As if you have a choice. Hear us cackling?        
Listen. We came to warn you about La Serenissima, the Most Serene One, as Venice has been called since before the Middle Ages. You will not heed our warning and you will come looking for us. How do we know? It happens every time a Venetian ghost story is told.   
As ancient protectors of the Venetian republic, we ghosts guard her virtues of which she has many. One reason we love her, and you will too, is that she is stuck in time. Did you know Venice functions without motorcars or trucks? We don’t like motorcars or trucks. Hundreds of tiny islands sewn together by foot bridges leaves no need for noisy, fume-spewing vehicles, thankfully.           
We prefer floating.     
Our classic transport is the gondola. Mostly reserved for you tourists now, gondolas are and always have been helmed by the most prestigious oarsmen in the world -- highly trained gondoliers who stand while rowing through the labyrinth of canals. They don’t mind when we ride with or without you while they serenade us with opera, Frank Sinatra songs and romantic favorites.   
Ah yes, romance. As one visitor put it, “It’s their schtick, a Venetian ploy, an act to get sexy with you.” It is true. Venice equals romance equals sex.        
If the shadows of Venice frighten you or you feel like you’re in a dream, have fun with it, float with us. We are watching over you. We want to further your journey to a more magical life because we think a person is charmed by a trip to La Serenissima.    
It could change your soul forever. Just ignore this cautionary tale.  We remain in your service, The Venetian Ghosts

Lagoon Lure
What Happens In Venice: Book Two
Diana Cachey

Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 40,000


As Interpol expert Louisa Mangotti is learning, ghosts watch over Venice. Can she trust them—or her ex-lover—when spirits offer confusing clues to solve a double murder in this sexy paranormal mystery?

Book Description:

Lagoon Lure resumes the story of Interpol expert Louisa Mangotti’s Venetian exploits and the paranormal assisted murder investigation she began in Love Spirits.

Still unnerved by the notion that Venetian ghosts are real, Louisa delves further into the deaths of two glassmakers while juggling the lustful manipulations of her ex-lover, Matteo, whose role in the murders grows murkier.

Meanwhile Louisa's usually shy sister, Barbara, explores her newfound sexuality with Venice's willing men, sharing her adventures with her sister but keeping one particularly mysterious man a secret.

When Louisa's best friend, "Rouge," arrives for Carnival to sample its masked men, she complicates the situation further by encouraging the sisters to embrace the pleasures of Venice.

Paranormal clues and apparitions lead Louisa deeper into the lagoon and she is forced to reluctantly enlist Matteo’s support. Can she trust him, or will this ghostly lagoon lure prove deadly?

Back Cover Copy:

Venice has its ghosts. They haunt its byways and canals. They linger on its numerous bridges and waft through its beautiful architecture—and they've taken a definite interest in Interpol expert Louisa Mangotti.

In Lagoon Lure, Louisa continues investigating the murder of two glassmakers she began in Love Spirits. Guided by clues sent from otherworldly sources, she struggles to determine what role her seductive ex-lover Matteo played in the deaths, constantly tempted by his handsome looks, his charm, and the volatile chemistry between them.

While Louisa is led by the ghosts to a sunken ship in the murky lagoon, her sister, Barbara, and best friend, "Rouge," embark on their own carnal explorations of Venice, sampling the men who flock to Carnival.

Amid corruption, conspiracy, and Venice's legendary sexual energy, it's all Louisa can do to think straight, let alone untangle this web of mystery. The ghosts, however, want her to persevere.

          Venice always delivered. For thousands of years she spread out her bounty for swarms of people who feasted upon her beauty. They stayed in ornate palaces or luxury hotels and paraded in stylish fashions. They admired diverse art, listened to sweet music, sampled delicious food.     
They also enjoyed plentiful romantic opportunities.    
Ah, the romantic allure of Venice. It continues to this day. Indeed, soon after Barbara’s arrival, Venice offered her no less than three handsome men. Now there stood her sister, Louisa, who begged to hear the dirt on two of them but knew nothing of the third man, the one Barbara wanted most.  She planned to keep him a secret.    
Barbara looked around and tried to take it all in, all that Venice had to offer. She saw in front of her a small island, which sat placidly in the lagoon and proudly displayed its huge monastic bell tower. Although a massive presence, this tower was easily dwarfed by the one it faced -- the more famous one -- the one that housed the bells of San Marco. She gazed across the water, let the reflecting sun’s rays warm her face and both Venetian towers began to toll their bells behind her and before her. They echoed across the lagoon, reverberated throughout the tranquil setting. Barbara took note of the bells. She’d been trained by her Italian friends to pay particular attention to what she’d been the thinking in that precise moment these bells began to chime.   
She’d been thinking about secrets. That third man. He must remain her secret.
Thus began her diversion, a long philosophical theory about her twin orange cats.                
“Back home in Seattle,” she said, “my cats confuse and distract me during morning meditation, just like those two Venetian men did my first night in Venice. The two inquisitive cats circle my cushion then jump on the table where I offer blessings of flowers and candy. They sniff and inspect as if they’ve never seen the ritual before.”   
Louisa yawned.   
“Those cats seem to see me anew each day, as a thing they need to supervise, approve or inspect. Eventually, they settle nearby to meditate on their own. They observe my struggle to quiet my mind while they remain perfect little meditators. Those two Venetian men were the same. While I was nervous and disquieted, they just purred.”         
Louisa frowned.

Book Trailers:

What Happens In Venice -- A Trinity

Book One, Love Spirits
Book Two, Lagoon Lure

Book Three, Magic Island

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HELLini Cocktail
by Diana Cachey
In Venice, Italy, Giuseppe Cipriani  invented the now famous Bellini cocktail, a delicious mix of sparkling wine and peach juice. The fizzy drink started as a seasonal specialty at Harry’s Bar, a historic landmark and favorite Venetian hot spot teaming with tourists and made infamous by celebrities like Ernest Hemingway, Humphrey BogartAlfred HitchcockTruman CapoteOrson Welles, Aristotle Onassis, Barbara Hutton, Peggy Guggenheim, Woody Allen (the list goes on!)
According to Venetian legend, Cipriani was a bartender at Hotel Europa and a rich American name Harry Pickering frequented the bar. Pickering’s drinking exploits led his family to cut him off financially so Cipriani loaned him 10,000 lire (about $5,000 US). When Pickering returned to the bar two years later, he ordered a drink, repaid the loan and said, “To show my appreciation, here’s 40,000 more, enough to open a bar. We will call it Harry’s Bar.” The bar’s signature drink has a unique pink color that reminded Cipriani of a saint’s toga in a painting by Venetian Giovanni Bellini, so he named the drink after the artist.
The Bellini’s popularity soon took off -- first at Harry’s in Venice then at its New York counterpart and it went viral when a French entrepreneur shipped fresh peach pureé to both locations, making it a year-round hit. Today the Bellini is an IBA Official Cocktail, a well-known drink served by many professional bartenders. People often declare the Bellini the national drink of La Serrenissima, the Venetian republic.
Marinating fresh peaches in wine is an Italian tradition so the drink was made from puréed white peaches and an Italian sparkling wine,  Prosecco. The original recipe added raspberry or cherry juice to give the drink a pink glow. Other fruits can be substituted for peaches and, for a non-alcoholic version, use sparkling juice or Pelligrino in place of champagne.
Our Fang-tastic HELLini variation is made more devilish because it is spiked with peach schnappes and a dash of brandy on top, which is lit and served flaming. It is sparked further with grenadine to effect an amber glow. A proper HELLini should brandish a black licorice gum drop, sliced lengthwise and placed on the side of the glass, where a peach-slice would go on the mere mortal Bellini.
HELLinis should preferably be served in the most expensive hand-blown Murano glass champagne flute that money can buy (that’s very freaky expensive) in the shape of a devil, such as the one pictured here. Each HELLini can be chased by shots of Zambucca in a hand blown snifter, making one feverish enough for a vampire bite.
If you drink more than one and survive the night, you may go to “you-know-where.” Be careful of the things you may see after drinking them.
Bellini Ingredients: Sparkling wine or water, peach juice.
FANGtastic HELLini version: add peach schnapps, dash of brandy. Light on fire. Sip from hand-blown Murano champagne flute. ENJOY!