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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Coffee Break

I'm taking a break this week. But Coming Soon is my website. I know can't you feel the excitement?

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Guest Post: S.M. Boyce

Isen: A Chilling New Breed of Evil

What would you do if your soul was trapped in another’s body—and they could use the skills and knowledge you've built thus far in your life? What if they could don your appearance at any time, live your life if they wanted, and you could only watch?

That’s exactly what isen—soul stealers from the world of the Grimoire Trilogy—do every day. Each soul makes an isen more powerful, but comes at a price: the souls rattle around in the isen’s head, driving them slowly insane. To remain immortal, the isen has to keep stealing...if they don't, they grow old and eventually die. 

Seeing the barb in an isen’s palm reaching out to steal your soul is the surest sign you’ll be trapped as their slave until they die. Want to learn about them anyway? Check out Lichgates (Grimoire Trilogy #1) to get hooked.

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Author Bio & Contact

S.M. Boyce is a fantasy and paranormal fiction novelist who also dabbles in contemporary fiction and comedy. She’s a sarcastic twit, but her friends seem to like her anyway. She updates her blog ( a few times each week so that you have something to wake you up in the morning (who still uses coffee?). Her B.A. in Creative Writing qualifies her to serve you french fries.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Guest Post: Thomas Winship

Today I'd like to introduce Thomas Winship, author of Vaempires: Revolution (The Evolutionary War) and Vaempires: White Christmas: A Prelude to The Evolutionary War. He has graced my blog to talk about his creation.

Encyclopedia Entry: Vaempires 

Hello everyone. I’m so excited to be Noree’s guest at Trip the Eclipse! I’m Thomas Winship, author of Væmpires: Revolution, Væmpires: White Christmas, and the upcoming Væmpires: Zombie Rising.

Today, I’d like to speak about my contribution to the literary world’s cornucopia of supernatural beings: vaempires.

Vaempires are mutated vampires. In the world I created—a post-apocalyptic world in which humans and vampires have learned to live in peace, primarily due to the creation of synth-blood—ordinary, run-of-the-mill vampires suddenly experience involuntary changes that transform them into vaempires.

Each væmpire is a bigger, stronger, faster version of its former self, with a second thumb on each hand (beside the pinkie) and an altered physical appearance, to boot.

Reportedly, some vaempires even possess special abilities. The ability to access a vampire’s memories while sucking his/her blood is the most common rumor.

The changes that make one a vaempire are not by choice. There is no rhyme or reason as to who mutates. There is no way to make it happen. There is no way to avoid it. There is no way to stop it once it starts.

Still, it doesn’t sound so bad … does it?

The downside is that vaempires are warm-blooded beings driven by the need for cold blood.

That’s right; vaempires feed on vampires.

And that is where the problems began. As the number of vaempires grew and attempts to create a viable synth-blood alternative failed, the seeds of discontent flowered into revolution.

And that’s where the fun began. 

Now, if you’re wondering why I called them vaempires …

Since the beings are mutated vampires, it stood to reason that their title should be something mutated, as opposed to something completely different.

I added the “e” because it can stand for so much—extra, extraordinary, evolution, evil—that is relevant to the story and the væmpires themselves.

It’s even spelled “væmpires” throughout the book to visualize the “a” and “e” as connected letters. It doesn’t work as well as a graphic, so the book covers show separate, but distinct, letters. 

BTW, vaempires is pronounced without the a, as “vempire” (vem-pīr).

I’d like to offer a very special “thank you” to Noree for inviting me to her site. I hope everyone enjoys the post. I’d love to hear what you think of it and/or answer any questions you may have. Post comments or questions below and I’ll be sure to respond.

Feel free to stop by my website and reach out. I’d love to hear from you if you check out Vaempires.

Take care,

Thomas Winship

Be sure to check out Thomas's website for the latest and greatest news on Vaempires. 

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Book Feature: Entangled

Over the next few weeks I will be hosting several posts showcasing spectacular Indie books and their authors. This week I'm starting with the wonderful Nikki Jefford and her novel Entangled, which is the first in the Spellbound Trilogy.

First, I have to say I really do love the cover. I'm a sucker for pretty pictures. The symbolism in connection to the story is awesome. The cold and snow representing death, while the white rose represents purity and life.

Blurb (from Goodreads):
A Resurrection Spell Gone Wrong

Two months after dying, Graylee Perez wakes up in her twin sister Charlene’s body. As a witch, can anyone blame her mother for attempting to bring her daughter back to life? Now Gray is stuck sharing her sister’s body in twenty-four-hour shifts.

Raj McKenna is rumored to meddle in the black arts, not to mention he’s after Gray’s invisibility spell, and worse—her heart. But Raj might be the only one powerful enough to save Gray from fading away forever.

The race is on for Gray to find a way back inside her own body before Charlene purges her from existence.

And for you pleasure, here is the first chapter of Entangled:

If Graylee’s sister wanted to be taken seriously, she should have threatened to step in front of a bus rather than off a building. She was a witch. Heights weren’t particularly a problem.
“I’m going to do it, Lee. I mean it.”
Graylee joined Charlene on the roof of McKinley High and peered over the edge at the damp walkway below. It led into the student parking lot. Everyone was in fifth period… everyone except for the identical twins standing over the heads of their oblivious classmates and teachers.
A suicide threat, seriously? This is why Gray was missing English?
They were supposed to be discussing Yeats that afternoon and Gray didn’t appreciate having Charlene’s minion stop her on the way to class with a message that her sister planned on plunging to her death before the day was out.
That would teach Blake Foster—or so Charlene thought. The jerk had dumped her sister after first period and, worse, had been seen sucking face with Stacey Morehouse at lunch.
Graylee started shivering the moment she’d stepped onto the roof. It was friggin’ February for crying out loud and she was wearing shorts. Granted, she had thick black tights on underneath, but still—brrr! Couldn’t Charlene have scheduled her dramatic death scene in the warmth of their home over a bottle of pills?
“What about me? You expect me to watch?” Graylee said. “Sure, that won’t haunt me the rest of my days.”
Charlene’s face contorted. “You’re so freaking selfish!”
“Me? What about you? Do you know what this would do to Mom? And what about me? How am I going to get through the rest of the semester when I’m all sad and stuff?”
Charlene snorted. “Like you’d care.” She had to be cold in her skinny jeans, but at least she was wearing a sweater.
The cold seeped down to Graylee’s bones. The tips of her fingers felt as though they’d been dipped in ice water. She tried to conjure up warmth, but her body didn’t respond.
“Of course I care. You’re my sister.” Graylee nodded at the building’s edge. “It’s not like the fall would kill you, anyway.”
“It wouldn’t?”
“Nah. We’re not high enough. It’d just cripple you.” Graylee bent her neck in, hunched over and held her arms close to her body, and then proceeded to walk around like a gimp. “Hey, Char, here’s you walking down the halls of McKinley.”
Charlene’s lips tightened.
Graylee shuffled around. It helped warm her up. Charlene was fighting back a smile. “Don’t you dare make me laugh!”
“Hey, Char. Here you are at prom.” Graylee moved like a T. rex, flopping her hands back and forth against her chest.
Finally Charlene couldn’t hold it back any longer. Her body shook. It was a good thing she was laughing because Graylee couldn’t contain her mirth any longer. Then Charlene’s laughter turned to tears.
Graylee rushed over, reached out, then stopped herself. Charlene wasn’t the huggy type, not even when her heartthrob dumped her out of the blue.
“I’m not going to prom,” Charlene sobbed. “Not anymore.”
Graylee patted Charlene’s back. “There’s always next year. Anyway, there’s plenty of time to find another date. Heck, it’s only February second.”
Charlene ceased crying abruptly. “I don’t want another date! I want Blake!”
“What’s so special about that numbnut, anyway?”
“Lee, he’s the love of my life.” Charlene’s voice broke.
“I think we ought to turn him into a toad.”
Charlene pulled back. “Oh, no, don’t do anything to Blake.”
No, good ol’ Blake was beyond reproach in Charlene’s book. They’d gone to Homecoming together and been inseparable ever since… well, till today. Not that Graylee would do anything bad to him anyway. Both she and Charlene had taken the Vow of Honor at age twelve, and that meant absolutely no black magic.
Graylee lifted her hands in surrender. “Fine, I won’t make a Blake Foster voodoo doll when I get home.”
Charlene’s eyes widened.
“But don’t blame me if his car gets keyed.”
“Lee, don’t touch Blake’s truck, either.”
“Why not?”
“When we get back together I don’t want to see a scratch on Blake or his truck.”
“Oh, so now you’re getting back together?”
“Blake just needs to realize the error of his ways.” Charlene flipped a long strand of blond hair over her shoulder and smiled right before turning away.
“Char…” Graylee said in a warning voice.
Wonder of all wonders, Charlene ignored her. She took one gigantic step off the building.
Graylee hurried to the edge in time to see her sister float gently to the walkway below.
“Brat,” Graylee muttered under her breath. Charlene knew she was buoyantly challenged. Not to mention they were at school, for freak’s sake. What if someone was watching them from a parked car?
And way to leave her high and dry—or rather high and chilled to the bone.
Graylee stormed to the door leading back inside McKinley.
Ryan was on the other side. His pear-shaped head craned around her, the corners of his mouth curving down like a weepy clown’s when he didn’t see Charlene. “Oh my god, she jumped.”
Graylee rolled her eyes. “No, she floated.”
Ryan took in a gasping breath. “Thank god.”
Graylee pushed ahead of Ryan and hurried down the stairwell. She paused in front of the door leading into the second floor hallway. Ryan caught up to her and looked at her with big round eyes.
“Now what?” Graylee asked herself. “If I walk into English late Mrs. Pritchett is going to skin me alive. If I’m absent without an excuse…” Graylee tapped her toe then looked down at Ryan. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
Ryan looked at the door and cleared his throat. “I don’t know. What are you going to do?”
Graylee stopped tapping her foot and smiled suddenly. “I know what I’m going to do.”
She squeezed her eyes closed and disappeared before Ryan’s eyes. The last thing Graylee heard before she pushed the door open into the school was Ryan sucking air.
He would be surprised. Invisibility was advanced magic. Graylee doubted that even the peer leaders at Gathering could disappear from sight.
Graylee’s clogs clomped across the deserted hallway. Lucky for her Mrs. Pritchett hadn’t closed the door to her classroom yet.
Graylee slipped in and skirted the row of desks nearest the wall. She sidestepped backpacks and heavy textbooks.
“Casey!” Mrs. Pritchett snapped. “If I hear your mouth again I’m sending you straight to Principal Coleman.”
Graylee winced and counted her lucky stars Mrs. Pritchett wasn’t a witch… at least in the magical sense.
Graylee’s classmates weren’t the only ones who couldn’t see her; Graylee couldn’t see herself or her foot when it rolled over a pencil. She sucked in a breath and picked her way to the back of the room.
The use of magic in the presence of normal humans was forbidden by their coven—except in case of emergencies. She highly doubted that getting out of a tardy counted, but Charlene started it, and Graylee had obeyed till now. If anything, she eschewed magic in public. She simply wanted to be a normal high school student. And forget ever dating a magically inclined member of the male species. She wasn’t passing on her wonky witch genes to her children. Not that dating a warlock automatically led to children, but one could never be too careful.
Graylee surveyed the back row. This would be her best bet. Sneaking into English as Invisa-girl was easy. Reappearing without anyone noticing—not so much.
Graylee set her pack onto the floor and slipped sideways into the desk. She looked side to side.
“Turn to page fifty-two. Brian, read the first verse of ‘Leda and the Swan,’” Mrs. Pritchett commanded.
Good, everyone was looking down. Graylee pinched her eyes closed and filled herself in like a line drawing in a coloring book, except at warp speed. It wouldn’t do to appear with half a body or decapitated. She always started from the toes up—backpack last. When she reopened her eyes she saw her arms resting on her desktop. A wry smile formed over her lips. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t know anyone else capable of invisibility.
Graylee reached into her now visible pack and quickly withdrew her poetry book and flipped to page fifty-two.
When the bell rang she stuffed her book back inside. Everyone leapt from their desks to make for sixth period. Sadie Howard glanced back then did a double take when she saw Graylee. They usually sat together. How was Graylee going to explain that one?
Just as she headed toward Sadie, Graylee was bumped from behind. The force of the body against hers sent her pack flying out of her hands onto the ground. Okay, now she was pissed. “What’s your…”
Graylee whipped around to find herself face-to-face with Raj McKenna.
“…problem,” Graylee finished, the word fading like bleached denim.
Raj flicked his Zippo open and closed in his left hand while studying Graylee.
Raj had the kind of bronze-toned skin the socialites of McKinley tried obsessively to replicate in tanning booths. The only thing they managed to enhance was their orangish glow. Raj’s was a hundred percent authentic. His mother was Indian—as in India Indian. He’d inherited her lush dark hair and exotic eyes, the color of which he got from his American father; green like a panther’s, which fit him well ’cause he looked ready to pounce if you made the mistake of turning your back to him. Case in point: ramming Graylee as he’d just done now.
The Zippo clicked shut again. Raj really shouldn’t be playing with a lighter considering he’d burnt down his last house.
“Sorry, didn’t see you.”
Graylee’s jaw dropped.
This time, Raj’s eyes met hers. There was a glint there, or maybe that was just the flash from Raj’s lighter as he flicked it open and closed again.
As Yeats might’ve said back in the day: bloody hell.
The last person Graylee wanted knowing about her newfound disappearing act was Raj McKenna.
Raj was the kind of warlock who didn’t take vows of honor. An invisibility spell had no place inside Raj’s bag of tricks. He probably hadn’t considered it before and now Graylee had gone and put the idea into his delinquent head. Friggin’ great.
Raj didn’t belong at McKinley High. He ought to be sent off to one of the coven’s rehabilitation campsites far from civilization. But no order had been handed down, not even when Raj’s own mother had taken his younger sister and gotten the hell away from him.
Mr. McKenna no longer showed up for meets. They said Raj had driven his dad to drink and the boy was left unsupervised in the ramshackle home where he and his father had relocated in a seedy part of Kent.
Raj’s smile widened. “See you around, Gray.”
Not if she could help it. Graylee bent down and picked her pack off the floor. If only she knew how to do a memory spell on Raj and make him forget what he’d seen… or rather not seen. But Graylee had no talent for messing with memories or emotions. She was content to let the world go on without her interference. She simply wanted to be left alone. Maybe that’s why she was so good at disappearing.

Hungry for more? Entangled can be found at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or Smashwords.