Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Guest Post Cover Reveal!

My good friend and gothsis, Anne Michaud has a book coming out very soon. I invited her on my blog for her cover reveal and to give you all a little taste of what is to come! 

Death Song Excerpt

Something catches in the back of my throat. I
hide my face in my hands to quiet the sobs. But then,
something ain’t right. Air moves around me and I
stop. I look between my fingers, but the blur of my
tears thickens everything: the bathtub, the towels,
and someone on the floor.

A woman’s in here with me, door still closed and
locked. An exhale, like after a deep swim, and a smell,
like the swamp close to my empty home. A chill runs
down my back, I wipe my eyes, rub and scratch them
to see more clearly. And I do.

Two gray hands scratch the floor tiles, nails green
with algae, putrid flesh sagging on her legs, arms
and torso, hair so long and wet and heavy, it drags
her down. Diluted, impossible to focus on, like little
waves rippling over her body from head to foot, seaweed
in the water. Scales and fins, mermaidlike, little
knives, those are. And they scrape the floor, like a
fork on a plate. It’s her—Limnade.

She opens her mouth of scissor-teeth and the rotten
smell of fish wraps around my throat like two
hands trying to choke me.

“You can’t be…” I don’t finish my breathless
thought and jump backward, knocking over the dish
of decorative soaps. Blurry waves, vision impaired,
out of focus, unreal. She crawls toward me, eyes unblinking,
lethal, hands inches from me: my legs refuse
to move, as my body feels like stone. Frozen,
hypnotized, a statue. Then I hear something coming
from within her…

A melody, reminding me of something lost, tickles
my ears. It drags on until the sweetness turns sickly,
vibrating into a full-on super-scream, hyenalike,
enough to pop my ears and make them bleed. Her
large mouth deforms her face into one gap of black,
the cry so high and strident, I scream from the pain.
Limnade stares at me, everything but her fades
away—Jo’s nice bathroom, Jo’s new life, Jo himself—
none of it matters anymore. Her fingers brush my
forehead, they’re cold and sticky like clams. And I let
the darkness take me away.

She who likes dark things never grew up. She never stopped listening to gothic, industrial and alternative bands like when she was fifteen. She always loved to read horror and dystopia and fantasy, where doom and gloom drip from the pages.

She, who was supposed to make films, decided to write short stories, novelettes and novels instead. She, who’s had her films listed on festival programs, has been printed in a dozen anthologies and magazines since.

She who likes dark things prefers night to day, rain to sun, and reading to anything else.

She tweets @annecmichaud

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Finding Cupid's Arrows Blog Hop

So Valentine’s Day…ugh…not a holiday I particularly cherish. It’s too pink for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love the chocolate that typically comes with the day but all that lovely dovey stuff gets a little noxious and seems so…put on?

To me, romance doesn’t just happen one day of the year, and even though I write erotic romance where everything is hot, heavy and all tied up into a neat little bow by the end, real life and real love isn’t always pink.

As I’ve mentioned in past posts, I’m not the most romantic of folks. I don’t ewwww and awww over flowers (actually, I hate getting flowers) and jewelry.  I don’t like the gushy bad poetry that flies around all over the place. I’m not into teddy bears or other cutie things. If my husband ever posted a sappy love note to me on FB I would barf and then kill him. I understand that some women love that kinda thing but that’s not what romance is to me.

Recently, my hubs and I were having a conversation about a situation at work that I was dealing with. I was very upset that I wasn’t getting support about a really important issue. 

Me: “I just don’t understand why they won’t stand up and fight along side me. It’s important for us all to stand strong.”

Hubs: “Because they are all cowards, Angie. And you, are not.”

I swear, those words actually had me tearing up a bit, (I didn’t let on of course cause I’m a tough lady) but his support, at that moment, was exactly what I needed to hear and those words were the epitome of romantic to me. He gets me. That’s better than bad poetry, ugly roses, expensive jewelry, maybe even chocolate (gasp) and corny posts on my FB timeline.

So there you go, another anti-romance, romance post.

In the name of anti-romance, romance, I’m giving away a copy of my Cupid’s Conquest novella, Going the Distance. All you have to do is leave a comment and your email to be entered to win. I’ll randomly draw the winner next week.

Then you need to hop on over to the next stop on our….BLOG HOP for a chance to win more amazing prizes, including the BIG prize, a beautiful, Cupid inspired Arrow necklace and a $25 GC for Evernight Publishing!

Enter here for a chance to win the necklace and GC!

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Evernight Publishing All of the Cupid's Conquests titles are all sale this week too!