The thirty second installment of urban fantasy/paranormal romance author Natasha Hoar’s vlog!
Today I discuss the power of taking a day to be as grumpy as you want to be, instead of letting that feeling linger (especially when you’re grumpy over not making it to Comic Con…again).
Vlog thirty one – whoot!
Today I discuss Fan Expo Vancouver 2013 and the power of (cos)play.
The thirtieth installment of my vlog! 30! Whoot!
This is a ‘special edition’ vlog – which is a nice way of saying a bjd box opening video for my Bobobie Lucky, Elphaba. ;D
And it doesn’t get any less scary once you have a book or two under your belt. So just hit that sucker. Hit it good.
Before we go too much further into 2013, I need to get a few things off my chest.
Thank you to everyone who has thus far supported my dream of being a writer through purchasing my books. It is my most sincere wish that this is the year your dreams are generously bolstered and encouraged.
Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to share their thoughts about my work on their review sites. I don’t comment on them (it’s become a huge no-no for authors), but I do read many of them. As does my mom.
Thank you to everyone who has said that they can’t wait to read more of my work. On days when I felt like I was the worst possible writer in the world, incapable of stringing together a sentence, let alone a plot, your amazingly kind words kicked my self-pity-soaked brain in the tush.
Thank you to my friends and family for all of your encouragement, especially Dad. I believe that heaven has a special place reserved for the fathers of writers. After listening to us whinge and whine (all the while making seemingly endless cups of tea), they deserve it.
Thank you to my editor, and everyone at Carina Press who has championed my books. Yes, I’ve said thank you before. And I’ll keep saying it, because I appreciate the work you all do.
Here’s to a great 2013. Huzzah!
Well, it’s finally here – The Ravenous Dead is now (a)live and ready for download! (Nope, that’ll never get old. ;D)
Thanks so much to my editor, Melissa Johnson, and the entire Carina team for believing in this story, as well as all their hard work in getting it to publication. I don’t think I’ll ever not be in awe of the behind the scenes work that goes in to getting a book into the hands of readers. You all rock my world.
Thank you also to all the amazing readers who bought The Stubborn Dead, with an added thank you to everyone who pre-ordered Ravenous. And a very special thank you to every single reader who has posted a review of Stubborn and/or Ravenous – I deeply, deeply appreciate that you took time out of your busy day to share your thoughts.
I’ll be the guest blogger on the Carina Press blog this Wednesday, where I’ll be chatting about wanting the bad guys in stories to win. Be sure to drop by, and have your say!
Until then, have a fabulous week, and thanks for stopping by!
Excerpt from the book:
Rachel Miller brought the sharpened tip of the Italian rapier’s blade to rest in front of Kit’s Adam’s apple just as Jon Bon Jovi began hollering the first line of “You Give Love a Bad Name.” Her heart beginning to beat a little faster, she held her position and stared at him, waiting for him to make a move.
Kit dove backward, snickering like a schoolboy.
Rachel sighed, lowering the sword slightly. “How old are you?”
“I’m sorry.” He tried to stifle his glee, his “aw shucks, ma’am” good looks in full effect. “I just can’t take you seriously with that thing.”
“How is it you can’t take me seriously when I’m wielding a live weapon?”
“I don’t know.” He rubbed the back of his head and shrugged. “I mean, I guess it’s a bit of a girlie sword. If you had something with a significant blade on it, like a long sword, I might feel threatened. But then you’d look even sillier–”
Rachel spun around and speared the punching bag hanging from the ceiling in one elegant lunge. She recovered immediately and turned on Kit before he had time to fully comprehend that the blade had pushed clean through the bag as though it had been made of tissue paper.
“What the–?” He stepped back.
She lunged at him, aiming for his head.
Kit ducked with millimeters to spare. Rachel didn’t hesitate, going after him again and again, using the music to maintain an aggressive tempo. Years of competitive swordplay and dodging violent entities for a living allowed her to anticipate and counteract his movements with little effort.
It wasn’t enough.
Opening her heightened sense of empathy, she could pick up that Kit was perturbed but not afraid. They both knew he “wraithed-out” when he was mad. Mention his back-stabbing sister who’d tried to have him killed while he was stuck in his wraith form, and Kit just about transformed on the spot. Rachel had a solid hunch that he would shape shift in reaction to other strong primal emotions, such as fear. If they could nail down the range of emotions that caused uncontrolled shifts, they’d know what frames of mind to tap for controlled changes.
First things first.
“Rachel–what the hell?”
She feigned a strike one way and then sliced from the other. This time she made no effort to miss him. The blade tip nipped across the flesh of his cheek. Blood immediately beaded along the wound.
“Holy shit! Stop it!”
He tried to dive for a nearby dumbbell. She blocked him, her blade seeking out and opening up the softer flesh on top of his reaching hand.
Confusion finally gave way to fear.
The room temperature dipped dramatically.
One more push.
Kit’s back slammed against the wall, his hands raised in a surrender position on either side of his head. A small, red smear bloomed on the wall as the back of his wounded hand swiped across the dusty wallpaper. At the last moment he made an attempt to escape.
Rachel brought the sword to within millimeters of his face in what to her was a very controlled lunge. Kit, though, must have seen his life pass before his eyes.
Human-Kit literally poofed into wraith-Kit.
Or at least he came close. Rachel could have sworn she saw him transform, his body elongating, darkening, edges blurring as he replaced his human body with the otherworldly, cowl-like visage of the wraith. But just as quickly as it started, the transformation reversed, leaving a panting, sweating, wide-eyed human-Kit glaring at her.
Gooooood morning/afternoon/evening, all!
Today I’m a guest over at YA author Lisa Voisin’s blog. Lisa asked me all sorts of writing related questions, so if you’re an aspiring writer (or maybe just plain curious), hop on over and give it a peek. And while you’re there, be sure to check out Lisa’s upcoming release, The Watcher.
Have a fab Friday, all!
One week to go until the release of The Ravenous Dead! Now, unfortunately I forgot to sign up at the Six Sentence Sunday website (gah! Where does the time go?). But that doesn’t mean we can’t do a ‘if I’d signed up, this would have been my entry’ post. (Thanks again to everyone who stopped by last week. You all rock!)
This week, Rachel has finally discovered the identity of the reaper – as well as the most horrific consequence tied to his transformation:
‘ She fisted her hands tightly, rage bubbling up in her. “When Timothy Hopper killed his wife, chances are he also unwittingly swallowed the tiny soul of his unborn child.” The moment the words left her mouth her subtle senses registered a sudden rush of intense, hostile energy barreling toward them. The psychic scent of rotting flesh and stagnant water hit her like a freight train. She started to shout a warning to Luke.
A freakish roar of unspeakable pain filled the night air and a spray of blood temporarily blinded her.’
Be sure to stop by the Six Sentence Sunday website and take a peak at the veritable treasure chest of snippets available from a host of marvelous authors! Until next week, have a fab Sunday, and thanks for stopping by.
This time the dead are hungry…
Rachel Miller doesn’t just see dead people, she rescues them. As a member of The Order of Rescue Mediums, she spends most of her time helping stubborn spirits move on from the world. But after she learns the details of three brutal murders, she knows the culprit can only be a reaper, an undead monster that relentlessly stalks its victims to feed on their souls.
A reaper once consumed the soul of Rachel’s mentor as she watched frozen in fear. Now, Rachel is in the role of teacher to Kit Elkeles, a rodach just learning to control his wraithlike powers. After Kit and Rachel rescue a half-vampire, they work to protect him while searching for a way to stop the reaper. But when Rachel realizes who the monster is really after—and just what kind of dark magic she’ll need to stop it—will she be able to do what is necessary before it devours one of her friends…or even herself?
Haven’t read the first story in the Lost Souls series? Pick up The Stubborn Dead – available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBookstore and other fine ebook retailers. Audio book now available at Audible.com.
(F.Y.I. – The Lost Souls series are not written as stand alone books. For maximum enjoyment, I’d highly suggest reading them in order, starting with The Stubborn Dead.)