Monday, March 17, 2014

LAKOTA HONOR by Kat Flannery

Literary Nymphs Interview

Author: Kat Flannery
Publisher: Imajin Books
Genre: Paranormal historical western romance
Release Date: May 30, 2013

Do you write in more than one genre?
I do. The best part about writing fiction is the ability to cross genres. Historical fiction is my first love because I enjoy the research and taking my readers back in time. With historical as my main genre, I’m also able to add whatever subgenre I’d like and lately that’s been a few of them. Western and paranormal are both favorites to write too.

What if any, is the hardest part of writing for you?
I’d have to say the first draft. I despise it. I try to get it written as quickly as possible. The revisions are where I like to take my time and add little intricate details to my plot, and backstory. I love to put in the foreshadowing and develop my characters more. I can spend hours molding scene and loving every minute of it.

What inspired the story?
Don’t judge a book by its cover. I know it’s an old cliché but that is where the idea of this book came from. I wanted to write characters with real raw emotions and problems. I wanted the reader to see that even though Lakota Honor takes place more than a hundred years ago things haven’t changed with the way we treat each other. It’s about reflecting upon ones self. Look inside and see the person you want to be not what society tells you to be.


Colorado Mountains, 1880

The blade slicing his throat made no sound, but the dead body hitting the ground did. With no time to stop, he hurried through the dark tunnel until he reached the ladder leading out of the shaft.
 He’d been two hundred feet below ground for ten days, with no food and little water. Weak and woozy, he stared up the ladder. He’d have to climb it and it wasn’t going to be easy. He wiped the bloody blade on his torn pants and placed it between his teeth. Scraped knuckles and unwashed hands gripped the wooden rung.
The earth swayed. He closed his eyes and forced the spinning in his head to cease. One thin bronzed leg lifted and came down wobbly. He waited until his leg stopped shaking before he climbed another rung. Each step caused pain, but was paired with determination. He made it to the top faster than he’d thought he would. The sky was black and the air was cool, but fresh. Thank goodness it was fresh.
 He took two long breaths before he emerged from the hole. The smell from below ground still lingered in his nostrils; unwashed bodies, feces and mangy rats. His stomach pitched. He tugged at the rope around his hands. There had been no time to chew the thick bands around his wrists when he’d planned his escape. It was better to run than crawl, and he chewed through the strips that bound his feet instead. There would be time to free his wrists later.
He pressed his body against the mountain and inched toward the shack. He frowned. A guard stood at the entrance to where they were. The blade from the knife pinched his lip, cutting the thin skin and he tasted blood. He needed to get in there. He needed to say goodbye. He needed to make a promise.
 The tower bell rang mercilessly. There was no time left. He pushed away from the rocky wall, dropped the knife from his mouth into his bound hands, aimed and threw it. The dagger dug into the man’s chest. He ran over, pulled the blade from the guard and quickly slid it across his throat. The guard bled out in seconds.
He tapped the barred window on the north side of the dilapidated shack. The time seemed to stretch. He glanced at the large house not fifty yards from where he stood. He would come back, and he would kill the bastard inside.
He tapped again, harder this time, and heard the weak steps of those like him shuffling from inside. The window slid open, and a small hand slipped out.
“Toksha ake—I shall see you again,” he whispered in Lakota.
The hand squeezed his once, twice and on the third time held tight before it let go and disappeared inside the room.
A tear slipped from his dark eyes, and his hand, still on the window sill, balled into a fist. He swallowed past the sob and felt the burn in his throat. His chest ached for what he was leaving behind. He would survive, and he would return.
Men shouted to his right, and he crouched down low. He took one last look around and fled into the cover of the forest.

Where can we find your website?

Kat Flannery's love of history shows in her novels. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance. When not researching for her next book, Kat can be found running her three sons to hockey and lacrosse. She has her Certificate in Freelance and Business Writing. A member of many writing groups, Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. She's been published in numerous periodicals. Her debut novel CHASING CLOVERS has been on Amazon's Bestsellers list many times and was #62 over all their titles. LAKOTA HONOR and HAZARDOUS UNIONS are Kat's other two books and both have made bestseller lists. Kat is currently hard at work on her next book.

Buy Lakota Honor:

Bestselling Historical Western Romance author, Kat Flannery takes you on an exciting journey with the release of her new Historical Paranormal Romance, Lakota Honor.

Fate has brought them together, but will a promise tear them apart?
In the small town of Willow Creek, Colorado, Nora Rushton spends most of her days locked up in her home with a father who resents her and fighting off unwanted marriage proposals from the wealthy Elwood Calhoun. Marked as a witch, Nora must hide her healing powers from those who wish to destroy all the witkowin—crazy women. What she doesn't know is that a bounty hunter is hot on her trail.
Lakota native Otakatay has an obligation to fulfill. He has been hired to kill the witkowin. In a time when race and difference are a threat and innocence holds no ground, courage, love and honor will bring Nora and Otakatay together as they fight for their freedom. Will the desire to fulfill his promise drive Otakatay to kill Nora? Or will the kindness he sees in her blue eyes push him to be the man he once was?

"Transport back to the old west with this paranormal historical, and its alpha hero, and a heroine hiding her secret talents."
—Shannon Donnelly, author of the Mackenzie Solomon Urban Fantasy series

"Ms. Flannery doesn’t shy away from writing gritty scenes or about unpleasant topics…That’s what good writing is all about—bringing out strong emotions in a reader."
—Peggy L. Henderson, bestselling author of the Yellowstone Romance Series

"Those who relish the conflict of a heroic half-breed trapped between the white man's world and the Indian will fall in love with LAKOTA HONOR."
—Cindy Nord, author of No Greater Glory

"LAKOTA HONOR weaves a fast paced and beautiful prose that lures you through every chapter and leaves you wanting more."
—Erika Knudsen, paranormal author of Monarchy of Blood 

Prize: Kindle Fire HD 


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

The Forbidden Cuisine by Kevin Anthony

Literary Nymphs Interview

Title: The Forbidden Cuisine
Author: Kevin Anthony
Publisher: Self-Published
Genre: SciFi/Horror
Release Date: Available Now 

Do you write in more than one genre?

Yes, and that’s actually what makes choosing a genre so difficult. I’ve literally shopped my book under so many different genres. It makes writing exciting, but when Amazon says you can only pick two genres to list your book, I find  myself having a “WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?” moment.

What if any, is the hardest part of writing for you?

Honestly, character details. I think they simply bore me to death. He has red hair, he has glasses and etc. As a reader myself, I just need to know one small thing about a character before I can picture them in my head. If you say…”He’s buff”, I’ll just slap Channing Tatum’s face on the character and move on with the story.

What inspired the story?

Fast Food, I have a very love hate relationship with the industry. I love cooking but can sometimes devour a Big Mac. I decided to combine my favorite two hobbies, cooking and writing.


“The Forbidden Cuisine Excerpt – Chapter 8 – Church Boy”

Damien strained as he lifted the heavy sandbag over his head. He made one of many trips across the church gym alongside Pastor Abram and members of Abram’s congregation. Damien passed the sandbag to one of the church members outside the gym and the man stacked the bag against the outside brick wall of the building. Damien clutched his lower back and dragged his feet as he made his way back across the gym to the stacks of sandbags.
He plopped down rear first on one of the bags and let out a heavy sigh. “I need a time out,” He breathed.
Pastor Abram approached Damien and stood over him. “Come on Damien; ask the Almighty for more strength.”
“I already did that twice. I think he got annoyed with me asking. I’m drained.”
Pastor Abram rolled up his dark sleeves and tugged at his clerical collar. “Mrs. Otto is still going and she’s seventy.”
Damien glanced at the tiny woman who took her time to drag a sandbag across the gym floor. “She’s cheating.”
“No, she’s being creative. This church needs your help; we don’t want to get flooded by the storm.”
Pastor Abram was here for Damien when he abandoned the apartment he once shared with Ben. The place held too many memories of their love. His mother had turned off all the utilities in her home and had yet to return to Macon. The church shelter had been his best option.
Damien stood. “Alright, I can move a few more.”
Pastor Abram formed a wide smile on his fair-skinned face. “The people of the Church of Christ are thankful.”
“But I can’t stay long. I have to work at the bar tonight.”
Pastor Abram brushed back his sweat dampened, dark hair and scoffed. “You’re choosing them over us?”
“I’m choosing to have my rent covered and food on my table, Pastor.”
“You can always come back to live at the church shelter and work more hours at the soup kitchen. Let those homosexuals be.”
“It feels good having my own place. And working two jobs still pays lots more than working long hours here.”
Pastor Abram raised his hands in defeat. “Fine, but I’m praying that bar is blown away in the storm.”
“Don’t forget my home is on top of that bar.”
“And as I said, the shelter will be here for you. Now, let’s get back to work before they think we’re slacking off.”
Damien turned away from the towering man, grabbed a sandbag and got back to work. He borrowed Mrs. Otto’s technique and after moving five more sandbags called it quits. Pastor Abram was busy boarding up some windows in a hallway, so Damien left without saying a goodbye and headed off to the bar.
Damien made his way by foot through the deserted downtown streets of Macon. The sky was as dark as he had ever seen in the usually sunny coastal town and the winds were so strong Damien lost his balance twice. All the lifting he had done at the church gym and fighting against the wind was slowly depleting his energy. Damien finally made it to work and charged inside of Dirty Betty’s Bar and Grill. He slammed the wooden entry door closed behind him and rested his back against it.
A couple of customers were inside enjoying the hurricane watch special which included half priced beer and wings. They also got to watch coverage of the weather on the flat screen television that was mounted on the brick wall between two boarded up windows. In the back of the bar, Sparkles sat on the bar counter watching the news. He wore a violet cocktail dress, dark heels, glittered eye shadow and his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail that stopped at his shoulders.
Damien slugged over to his boss. “I’m here,” He said as he lazily raised his hand.
“And you’re late. I had to cook those wings myself. I almost burnt my dress.”
“Still, you look nice. Hurricane night looks successful. You might make enough for two nights after all.”
Sparkles pursed his glossy lips. “No matter the weather, drunks love cheap beer. “
“And apparently don’t mind coming to a gay bar to get them,” Damien said as he rested against the bar.
Sparkles smirked. “Cheap beer does wonders. Best thing my dad taught me before I left his sushi bar back in Japan.”
A red haired waiter came up and loaded some beers from the bar on to a tray. “The tips are ah-mah-zing tonight.”
“Serve them until they tip over, Matty. I have taxes to pay,” Sparkles said as he stroked Matty’s freckled cheek.
Matty laughed and nodded as he carried the tray of beers away.
Sparkles focused his green eyes on Damien. “Were you at the church?”
“Yeah, I was helping surround the building with sandbags.”
“I hope the storm blows that place away. How is the evil Pastor Abram?”
“He’s not evil, just behind in the times.”
Sparkles rolled his eyes. “Ugh, the excuses.”
“Anyways, he was busy and is also banking on this storm to do some destruction, specifically to this bar.”
Sparkles adjusted the upper half of his dress. “I don’t know how you can stand the homophobia.”
“It’s tough, but he helped me when I needed it most. Unlike you, I didn’t have to beg him for a job and shelter.”
“True, but I’m not forcing you to lie about who you are just to stay in my good graces.”
“The Pastor has good qualities and bad ones, we all do,” Damien said as he noticed a new waiter serving.
“He tells his church members to love thy neighbor and that’s only because he dictates who the neighbors are in the first place. All that money he’s gotten from writing about his wife’s death is used to buy and bribe politicians. He uses their power to run places like this out of town, raising our taxes to insane heights. The last decade in Macon has been a living hell because of that man.” Sparkles snarled as he stared off at the dining area. “His only good quality is that smile he uses to hide all his bad qualities.”

What are some of your other favorite activities?

Besides writing and cooking, I love Television and Video Games. Currently I’m waiting for Infamous: Second Son to arrive and trying to finish the entire series of Oz. I talk like a prisoner now and go around saying, “Fuck you McManus”. Oz fans will understand the reference. If I can’t say Fuck on here, beep it out.

Where can we find your website?

I host Giveaways and Features often. The Chef’s Special Giveaway is currently running from March 1st-23rd. You can win a free copy of The Forbidden Cuisine and a $20 eGift Card.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Breathe into Me by Sara Fawkes

Breathe into Me
Author: Sara Fawkes
Genre: Contemporary NA
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
Release Date: March 4, 2014

How did my life get so broken? It's a question Lacey St. James asks herself every day. Stuck raising her little brother in a trailer park while she works a dead end job at a grocery store, she has a stalker ex-boyfriend, a bad reputation, and no way out.

And then she meets Everett, whose quiet but persistent presence changes her life.

Everett is an enigmatic outsider who is only visiting for the summer, and for reasons Lacey can't understand, he seems completely transfixed by her. He's determined to show her that life can offer more than she'd ever hoped for, if only she believes in herself. She desperately yearns to trust him, but what happens when she finds out that everything he's told her is a lie?

About the Author:
Sara Fawkes has always loved spinning tales. As someone who’s been writing since she was a little girl (and has the home made books from preschool to prove it), she loves creating stories and characters and interesting messes for them to get into. And for the handsome guy to always get the girl in the end. An avid traveler and adventure motorcyclist, her dream job includes selling everything off and leaving civilization to see the world on two wheels, writing in cafes in each country she visits, and living off her writing. In the meantime however, she lives in California with her menagerie of pets and, when not writing, loves to rebuild old motorcycles/cars and practice her fiddle.