Daybreak Rising Cover Reveal!

I spoke about Daybreak Rising quite a bit on my other blog, and when Kiran contacted me about posting a cover reveal for it, I was super excited. I was lucky enough to receive and ARC (yes, I’m teasing you guys) and can’t wait to dive into it.  Normally, since Daybreak is mostly fantasy, I’d post on my other blog, but this morning I woke up to website shenanigans (curses). Still, that’s not going to stop me from sharing!

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On September 21, 2016, the F/F fantasy DAYBREAK RISING will be arriving to an e-readers near you from Torquere Press! Today, we get a first look at the amazing cover, designed by the amazing artist Kris Norris over at Torquere.

Here’s a bit about DAYBREAK RISING:

22-year-old Celosia Brennan spent sixteen years being raised as the heroine her nation needed. A dual-touched Elementalist with both the power to conjure fire and see glimpses of her future, Celosia was the best hope at overthrowing the oppressive Council in a mission called Daybreak, an attempt to secure justice for the massacre of her people and so many others. There’s just one problem: she couldn’t. Celosia broke down after realizing the enormity of her task, and is struggling to make things right while the blood of her fellows stains her hands.

Now branded a failure, Celosia desperately volunteers for the next mission: taking down the corrupt Council with a team of her fellow elementally-gifted mages. Leading the Ember Operative gives Celosia her last hope at redemption. They seek to overthrow the Council once and for all, this time bringing the fight to Valeria, the largest city under the Council’s iron grip. But Celosia’s new teammates don’t trust her—all except for a powerful ice Elementalist named Ianthe who believes in second chances.

With Council spies, uncontrolled magic, and the distraction of unexpected love, Celosia will have to win the trust of her teammates and push her abilities to the breaking point to complete the Ember Operative. Except if she falters this time, there won’t be any Elementalists left to stop the Council from taking over not only her country, but their entire world.

So here it is…The moment we’ve been waiting for…

You can add DAYBREAK RISING to your GoodReads TBR shelf today, and pre-orders should be live from Torquere soon! Be sure to sign up to Torquere Press’s newsletter to be the first to know when DAYBREAK RISING is available for pre-order.

About the author:

Kiran Oliver is a Southern New Hampshire University graduate having majored in Communication with a PR focus. He currently attends Free Code Camp in the hope of earning a certificate in Full Stack Web Development while working as a freelance technology journalist. When he’s not writing for work, he’s creating novels such as DAYBREAK RISING for fun.

When not daydreaming about lesbian pirates, queer lady paladins, or dragons, Kiran can be found at the gym or playing MMOs. He resides in New Zealand with his wife Elizabeth, their cat, Ember, and soon to be a puppy named Zephyr.

Find Kiran on social media:

Twitter – @coliver_writes
GoodReads –
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14011102.C_K_Oliver
Facebook –
https://www.facebook.com/authorCKOliver

#CoverReveal – DUTCH, The Keeper Series Book One

It feels like a while ago that I messaged my friend, graphic design artist and all-around brilliant human being, Michele Mason Holmberg, she of the fabulous gorgeous sexy Sanctum Trilogy book covers, and hit her with a million ideas all at once about my new book, DUTCH, and my website and my web series and all kinds of other nonsense that she wasn’t really interested in but listened to anyway. Why? Because she is good like that, and maybe she smiled as I babbled away – but most likely she rolled her eyes – and when I finally shut the fuck up for about three seconds, she gleaned the most important info from my rambling:

I needed a cover for my erotic romance about a deadly assassin named Dutch tasked with killing someone named Juma nine times.

The book was ridiculously sexy

and just as dark

and my cover needed to express all of that.

Without depicting a man

anywhere

at all.

Because that kind of erotic romance cover, and you know the one I’m talking about, was exactly what I did not  want for DUTCH. And since I promised I wouldn’t talk about Michele that much in my post, all I’m going to say is she delivered in epic fashion.

Take a peek and decide for yourself.

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It’s gorgeous, non?

And brilliant and perfect and dark and sexy and really, just everything I wanted for a cover and more.

So yea me and yea Dutch.

I think we’re off to a pretty fucking stellar start.

Next stop – the October 12th release day party.

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For the curious and uninitiated, here’s a blurb on DUTCH, The Keeper Series Book One:

Arrogant, handsome, and detached, deadly assassin Dutch Mathew has an insatiable appetite for bourbon, cigarettes, and women. A Keeper for The Gate, the shadowy organization designed to control Death and her Poochas, those reclaimers helping the dead cross back to life, he has three simple rules for anyone sharing his bed: no talking, no kissing, no touching.

Juma Landry is all about talking and kissing and touching. The more talking and kissing and touching, the better.

And as one of Death’s Poochas, the best in fact, she is Dutch’s next assignment. He is tasked with ending each and every one of her nine lives but with her sharp banter, beautiful smile, and hips made for all kinds of wickedness, she isn’t going to make that easy.

Set in New York City and Trivandrum, Dutch, The Keeper Series Book One, is a unique and sexy urban fairytale – a must read for anyone who likes their raunch with a twist of romance and a hint of magic. Watch for it to hit shelves October 12, 2015.


GIVEAWAY

Oh, and guess what – because I love whetting folks’ appetite and whipping them into a frenzy while they wait for DUTCH, I’m hosting a giveaway for a $20 Amazon Gift Card, and all you have to do to enter, is click HERE

or HERE

or even HERE.


And if you’re roaming the interwebs, come find me:
Website: https://madhuriblaylock.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thesanctumtrilogy?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/@madhuriblaylock/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7323620.Madhuri_Blaylock

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Thanks for helping me reveal a little of DUTCH – he and Juma will be unleashed in all their nasty delicious dark and dangerous glory October 12th.

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Cover Reveal: A World Apart (Shades Below, #1)

Welcome to the last stop on A World Apart‘s Cover Reveal Blog Train!

I’m super-stoked to be closing this little tour out right here at Write Bitches (see what I did there?). Thanks Madhuri and Kayti for letting me hijack the blog for the day! You guys rock, and I owe you both drinks. Soon.

Now, without further ado…

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“There are things that go bump in the night, Mr. MacMillian.  It’s my job to bump back.”

Private investigator Jesper MacMillian was sure he’d seen it all.  After all, in a city like San Francisco, strange is what’s for breakfast.  Following a long  recovery after a horrific accident, his life is finally the way he wants it- or at least, close enough.  The only monsters on his radar are the ones that keep him awake at night.

All that changes the day he meets Lena Alan.

Before MacMillian has a chance to brace for impact, Lena drags him into a world where monsters aren’t just real, they’re hiding in plain sight.  Suddenly, everything he knows is suspect, starting with his current case.  For Lena, a psychic medium since childhood, it’s just another day at the office.

For MacMillian, it’s the beginning of the end of everything he thinks he knows.

Excerpt:

“I should hex the IRS.”

Lena set down the receipt she was scrutinizing, and stared at the woman across the table from her.  “You’re not serious.”

The woman blew a wisp of dark brown hair out of her face, tugged off her plastic-frame reading glasses, and stretched.  The movement made her deep violet lowlights shimmer.  “Why not?  It might distract them for a while, and we could take a break from sifting through all this bullshit.”

Lena snorted.  “Hey, I said you didn’t have to help me.  My business, my-”

“Responsibility.  Whatever.” The woman rolled her eyes.  “We both know you’re shit with numbers.  Hand me that calculator.”

Lena bit back a grin, and obediently passed it over.  “Have I ever told you you’re like some kind of occult superhero?  Georgia Clare: bookkeeper by day, badass biker witch by night.  Seriously, you should put that on your business cards.”

Georgia scowled, but her sharp green eyes twinkled.  “Well, as your bookkeeper, I’m hereby suggesting you set up a network for this place.  Are you kidding me with all this paper?  If I didn’t know your family, I’d swear you were Amish.”

Lena shrugged.  “I’ll get to it.”

The bell above the door jingled, and a small posse of women trekked inside.  Lena flashed them a smile.  “Welcome! Take a seat anywhere.  I’ll have someone right with you.”  She set down the receipt she was holding and stood.  “I need to go find Connie.  Thanks again, Georgia.”

Georgia was already tapping away at the calculator.  She waved without looking up.

Lena left their table in the corner, wove around the other tables and scooted behind the counter.  The women were ogling the scones and tiny cakes in the pastry case.  Lena nodded to them, pride warm in her chest.  She pushed open the swinging doors and stuck her head into the kitchen.  “Hey, Tiburcio!  You seen Connie back here?”

Her head chef popped up from behind one of the stainless steel counters.  “No, señora, not yet.  Do you know when Jimmy is coming in?  He was supposed to take a look at the stand mixer.”

Lena’s good mood immediately deflated.  “I’m afraid we won’t be seeing Jimmy around anymore.”

Tiburcio’s eyebrows went up, and she prayed he wouldn’t press her for answers.  Mercifully, he merely gave a single, short nod.  “Qué pena.  Nice guy.”

She swallowed hard.  “Yeah.  Yeah, he was.”

With Connie nowhere in sight, Lena backed out of the kitchen again, and turned to the group at the counter.  This time, her smile felt tight.  “Sorry about the wait, guys.  Just pastries today?”

She forced herself through the motions, and heaved a sigh of relief when they finally headed out the door, already picking bits of scone from their crisp white paper bags.  Lena allowed her gaze to wander to the park across the street.  Maybe she’d head over there for lunch.  For some reason, the shop felt smaller than usual.  Some fresh air would be nice.

Maybe it would help dislodge the painful knot from her throat.

She was still staring into the park when a dark green, classic-looking car rolled up to the curb.  The throaty engine rattled the shop’s windows, then shut off.  A tall, dark-haired man climbed out.  He paused, turned, and looked directly at her.  The bottom plummeted out of her stomach.  Lena shook herself.  Of course he wasn’t looking at her.

He was looking at the shop.

Sure enough, he squinted at the sign, slammed the car door and started across the street.  He walked with a barely noticeable swagger, his well-built body encased in a dark gray suit.  She looked closer.  No, not quite a suit: instead of a blazer, he wore some sort of belted military jacket.

She braced herself.  The bell above the door chafed her already strained nerves.  The man filled the narrow doorway.  Lena swallowed hard.

She knew a wolf when she saw one, and this man was definitely a wolf.  He loomed in the doorway for a moment, then started towards the counter.  His gait swayed, and she realized what she’d thought was a swagger was actually an injury.  An old injury, judging by the practiced grace with which he wielded his curved black cane.

Lena relaxed slightly.  A wolf was bad news, but a wounded wolf?  That, maybe, she could deal with.

He reached the counter, and leaned against the glass.  Lena frowned.  “Can I help you?”

His eyes took a quick tour of her body, then he straightened.  “Maybe.  I’m looking for the owner of this place.”

“You found her.  I’m Powonia Alan.” Lena crossed her arms.  “If you’re looking for a job, I’m afraid we’re not hiring at the moment.”

The man blinked.  “I’m not here for a job.  I’m looking for a friend of mine.  His parents told me he’d been working here.”

Something started to ache in the pit of her stomach.  “Is that so?”

The man arched an eyebrow.  “Jimmy Vaspurkan.  You know him?”

She didn’t know what made her open her mouth.  Maybe it was the man’s eyes, too heavy on her face.  Maybe it was the way his voice reached deep into her gut and made her insides quake.  Maybe she just needed to talk to someone.

Whatever the reason, she was answering before she could stop herself.  “You’re a little late.  He’s dead.”

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Release Date: March 21, 2015

Miss a few stops along the way?

Each of these fabulous bloggers has volunteered to host a different excerpt from A World Apart on their blog. Stop by, give them some love, and check out the excerpts in order!

1st Stop: L.J.K. Oliva Books

2nd Stop: Madhuri Blaylock Writes

3rd Stop: Home of A.L. Kessler

4th Stop: In A Pursuit of Publishness

5th Stop: Mia Bishop- Author, Artist, Dreamer

6th Stop: The Self-Publishing Experiment

7th Stop: The Darker Side

8th Stop: Write Bitches <<You Are Here

Hit all the stops to read A World Apart up through Chapter 2!

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