Friday, March 8, 2013

Giveaway and Book Promo for Feathered: being a fairy tale

Book Promo for Feathered: being a fairy tale
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Welcome to Tom Weston's Feathered Book Blast! Here's your chance to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card or Paypal Cash PLUS an autographed copy of his new fantasy, Feathered: Being a Fairy Tale! Feathered is the 3rd book in the Alex and Jackie Adventure Series and we're so happy to bring you not only a great giveaway but tell you all about Tom and his new book.  This giveaway is open to U.S. and Canada residents and ends on March 29.


 Whenever Alexandra Caroline O’Rourke, AKA Alex, met with trouble, she generally blamed her younger sister, Jackie. And Alex’s sudden engagement to marry a Viking prince, against her will, probably classified as trouble. If nothing else, a wedding held in 11th century Ireland would make it difficult to invite her friends from San Diego. Regardless of blame, Jackie was the only person who could help Alex, but Jackie was still in the 21st century. And Jackie had her own problems, which included uncooperative fairies and strange songs which only she could hear. But most of all, if Jackie could not find a way to make it rain, marauding Vikings would be the least of their worries, because this is Feathered: being a fairy tale and this is an Alex and Jackie Adventure.

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The Author
 Award winning writer and film-maker, Tom Weston, returns to the fantasy genre for his 3rd novel in the Alex and Jackie Adventure series, FEATHERED: BEING A FAIRY TALE. Originally from England, Tom now resides in Boston, Massachusetts. Before turning his hand to fiction, Tom had a successful career as the CEO of a consulting company, conference speaker and writer of industry articles and business books. But determining that the business world lacked a sense of humor, Tom decided to hand in his jacket and tie and instead turned to the world of literature. His novel, FIRST NIGHT, set in Boston during the New Year’s Eve festival, introduced the unlikely heroines, Alex and Jackie, and the ghost of a 17th century Puritan named Sarah Pemberton. FIRST NIGHT won an Honorable Mention in the Middle-Grade/Young Adult category, in the Writers Digest 17th Annual International Self-Published Book Awards. The sequel to FIRST NIGHT, called THE ELF OF LUXEMBOURG, was published in January, 2010. As with FIRST NIGHT, THE ELF OF LUXEMBOURG is also a supernatural mystery, with a blend of humor and history that has become Tom’s trademark. Following the publication of THE ELF OF LUXEMBOURG, Tom turned to the medium of film to produce and direct the award winning animated short, THERE BE MONSTERS!, based on one of his TALES FROM THE GREEN DRAGON TAVERN. Tom also wrote the critically acclaimed and award winning, Historical Fiction novel, FISSION, based on the true life story of scientist, Lise Meitner. Tom is now working on a new animated short called DANCING DAISY DAY.

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Giveaway and Book Review of The Guilty Innocent

Book Review of The Guilty Innocent
            The Knight of the Darkness Chronicles
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Author: D.N. Simmons
Genre: Urban-fantasy
Sub-Genre: Paranormal Romance, Mystery, GLBT, Horror, Multicultural,
humor, erotica
Publisher: Rushmore Publishing
Pairings: M/F,M/M,M/F/M
The series features straight, gay and bisexual
Sexual content is rated Hot and Steamy.
Other Ratings: Mature Audience, Graphic Language and Violence, Strong
Sexual Situations and all sort of good things and naughty bits that make
for great entertainment.
Pages: 282
ISBN-13: 978-0615688381
Word Count: 104481

Blurb : 

The Guilty Innocent is the second novel in the edgy, action-packed,
sexually-charged, Knights of the Darkness Chronicles.
In this installment, Darian, the gorgeous, charismatic and charming
master vampire of Chicago is framed for a crime he didn't commit, but
why? His lover, Xavier, Natasha and a few others must travel halfway
across the world to find out who and why before time runs out and all
hell breaks loose!

Original, sexy and gritty, the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles will
suck you in and take you for a ride you won't forget!

About the Author:

D. N. Simmons lives in Chicago IL., with a rambunctious German Shepherd
that's too big for his own good and mischievous kitten that she
affectionately calls "Itty-bitty". Her hobbies include rollerblading,
billiards, bowling, reading, watching television and going to the movies.
She has been nominated at Love Romances and More, winning honorable
mention for best paranormal book of 2006. She has won "Author of the
Month" at Warrior of Words. She was voted "New Voice of Today" at Romance
Reviews and "Rising Star" at Love Romance and More.

To learn more, and have the opportunity to speak with the author
personally, please visit the official website and forum at . D.N. is always interesting in meeting new and
wonderful people.






Chapter One
A Hard Day's Work
I could feel the delicate warmth of the sun’s rays on my eyelids. Could it be seven o’clock already? I thought groggily. I hoped not. I so wasn’t ready to get up. This is definitely what one would describe as, “hugging the bed” and goodness knows I was holding on for dear life. I could feel myself drifting back tosleep and just when I started to feel the blissful unconsciousness of sleep returning, I heard the loud, annoying sound of my alarm clock. Note to self: buy a different alarm clock, one that wakes you up to the sound of … music, preferably, the King of Pop.

“Okay, okay, I’m up!” I said aloud, shutting off the alarm before tossing the warm comforter aside and climbing out of my bed. Once in the shower, I saw that I was almost out of my Anisi Original for Her, I’d need to place another order soon. I had to have my Anisi, and it was my one true indulgence. Those products were pricey, even for me, but worth every penny. After my shower, I scanned over the many new outfits (my guys bought for me) hanging unorganized in my closet. Boy, if mom saw that I had three of my suits hanging on wire hangers, she’d go mad. Not “Mommy Dearest” mad, but she’d give me a lecture on how to care for my clothes properly. I knew one thing, I needed more room. A lot of my clothes were pressed too close together and I literally had to pry back and forth to look for something to wear.

Thanks to Annette’s strict diet, I was finally a size six and able to fit into those stylishly designed clothes I had fantasized about wearing no less than five months ago. After fishing through my clothes, I decided to go with a light gray pantsuit, something that accented my rediscovered womanly curves. Now, I wasn't much for heels, but I would wear them. I liked to alternate my shoes. Sometimes I’d wear sneakers and then I might wear a pair of heels, boots or flat-soled shoes. I combed out my curls, letting the curly, dark brown ends rest on my shoulders. I have naturally light green eyes. At one time, I thought about trying hazel colored contacts, just for a change, but decided I liked the natural me better. I gave myself the once over. Pleased and confident with the way I looked, I grabbed my coat, purse and keys and headed over to Annette’s bedroom to say goodbye.

I peeked into her room. She wasn’t there. The sheets on her bed were all rumpled as if she had slept there, but I didn’t remember hearing Annette come home last night nor had I heard her leave earlier this morning. Hmm, she may have still been out with some hot stud from the club. Annette wasn't the type of female who desired a serious relationship with men. She was only interested in their companionship for maybe one night. She had confided in me that she’d experienced a few bad relationships in which the men she had dated tried to control and dominate her. Some even physically abused her, especially if she fought them ... and fought them she did. Since then, she was no longer interested in any man on that level. I couldn’t blame her, really. I closed her door, making a mental note to call later to find out if she made it home all right.

Having arrived to work on time, my supervisor, Darla gave me a friendly greeting. I was pretty fortunate to have one of those supervisors who understood that happy employees created a more easygoing working environment where people loved to do their jobs. I had worked at places in the past where management was never friendly and harassed their employees all day long. I checked my email and saw that my assignment for the day was to take some pictures of a political conference. I was pretty sure this was going to be boring.
I arrived at the conference twenty minutes later. It turned out that this conference was about whether or not they should integrate shape-shifter children into the public schools. I didn’t see the big deal ... well … I could see why people would be afraid to let the unknown and unusual into their lives. I was like that myself, until I met Warren, Xavier and Darian.
Since bringing them into my life, I had gained a better understanding of their lifestyles. I had asked them all sorts of questions and discovered that they weren’t much different from humans. In my opinion, more adult education regarding the supernatural culture was really what was most needed, that and tolerance. People needed to understand that shape-shifter children did not gain their supernatural abilities until they reached their age of maturity. Warren had told me that shape-shifters matured between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two.

In reality, there was no more danger from shape-shifter children than there was from other, fully human children. I thought it would be good for the schools to be integrated. It would allow the human and shape-shifter children to interact with each other. Kids weren’t born with prejudices; they were learned from their parents. If you enlightened both the children and their parents, then the world would grow to be a better place. There were many controversies concerning supernatural and human interaction. ‘Should it be done?
What could be done to prevent it? Etc.’ In my opinion, those were the half concocted babbles of power hungry politicians. The interaction couldn't be prevented, but the potential problems could be minimized.  Which is why I thought education was important.
After meeting the three supernaturals that I now knew, I had less fear of them. Besides, no mortal man had ever treated me with as much respect and tenderness as those three men had. So, who had the right to call them monsters? Certainly not the human species; we had been killing each other since the dawn of time.

After five hours of debating, neither side could agree on the issues at hand, but I knew that this conference wouldn’t be the end of it. There were politicians who were beginning to see the potential in the coexistence. Many were also trying to make good on the fact that the supernaturals pay taxes, and were a huge part of the economy, not to mention they could vote. The election would be coming up in November this year; we would see what happened then.

After taking all the photos I was going to take of the boring ass debate, I packed up my equipment and drove back to my office to give Carl my film so that he could develop it and keep Darla off my case. After the grueling—and uneventful—workday, I was more than happy to be heading back home, especially after lane surfing through some pretty thick traffic, which slowed down my travel time considerably. I had finally gotten home and was walking through the door when I heard my telephone ringing. I dashed through the open door and dove for the couch, catching the phone on the fifth ring. Pretty damn cool if I may say so myself.

“Hello?” I ask breathlessly.

“Natasha Hemingway, please,” the voice said.

The voice sounded like my supervisor, Darla. Oh, I hoped not. I’d just gotten home. “This is she, what can I do for you?”

“Oh great! Natasha, this is Darla. I need you to go down to Desires Unleashed. They are having a huge publicity party there. It seems that Governor Andrew Wallace is going down there to drum up some support from the supernatural community for his re-election in November. I need you to take pictures. Don’t worry; you’ll get time and a half. Can you do that?” Darla asked me.

Well, I could do it, but I didn’t want to. Nevertheless, I knew I would do it anyway. “Sure, Darla, I can go there tonight.” I said.

What I really wanted to say was, “Hell no, people tired!” but that was out of the question.
“What time is the publicity party?” I asked flatly,

“Excellent, Natasha, excellent. It will be at eight o’clock tonight, Thank you, I owe you.” With that she hung up.

Bah! Why me? I had just enough time to grab something to eat, or take a nap. I decided to check on Annette first, I was sure she’d be home by now, probably sound asleep. I walked to her room and opened the door. Her room looked the same way it did this morning. Could she be at work? It wouldn’t be the first time she had left a one night’s stand and gone straight to work afterward. However, we had agreed that she would call me if she was going to be out for twenty-four hours. I checked the voice mail to see if she left a message. Nothing. It was then that I began to get worried; this wasn’t like Annette.


Loved book 1 and book 2 is even better. Two hot sexy vampires in love with a lowly human, add a touch of danger and murder and a sexy wolf and you have the basis for this story.

This is a romantic paranormal vampire, shifter, seer murder mystery.  I loved how all the elements came together to form a story.  It was so much better than the first one, which I loved.  I can’t wait for books 3 and more.

I give this book 4.5 out of 5 clouds.

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Sunday, March 3, 2013

Giveaway and Book Review of The Chosen

Giveaway and Book Review of The Chosen
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Genre: Paranormal Romance / Steampunk
Publisher: Kensington, Zebra
Date of Publication:  March 4, 2013
ISBN-10: 142012126X
ISBN-13: 978-1420121261
ASIN: B009L93H2E
Number of pages: 352 pages (also includes the ebook about Marley, The Inventor, for the first time in print in the back of this book)

Blurb : 

The Chosen: a prophecy older than dirt and more dangerous than death. Even as they perfected steam-powered gadgetry and rounded up varmints from Hell, the Jackson brothers didn't believe in it. But when the chips are down, three brothers named for weapons aren't going out without a fight...

A Walk On The Wild Side

Attorney by day, demon-hunter by night, Remington Jackson is used to being on the sunny side of the law, even in the Wild West. But it's showdown time, and Remy and his brothers are getting desperate. They don't have the relic they need to slam the door shut on evil—so Remy is going to have to find and steal part of it.

Enter China McGee, shapeshifter, thief, beauty, and current prisoner. When Remy offers her freedom in exchange for a little light-fingered help, she's pretty sure she's going to end the association with a good old-fashioned seductive double cross. But there's something about fighting through a jungle full of Mayan ruins that makes you want to settle down together. China could change. Remy might be special. But none of that matters if the devil takes them all...

Book Two of the Legend Chronicles
By Theresa Meyers
Zebra - Steampunk Romance
April 3, 2012
ISBN-10: 1420121251
ISBN-13: 978-1420121254

Brothers Winchester, Remington and Colt know the legends—they were trained from childhood to destroy demon predators, wielding the latest steam-powered gadgetry. It’s a devil of a job. But sometimes your fate chooses you...


Winn Jackson isn’t interested in hunting nightmares across the Wild West—even if it’s the family business. Unlike his rakehell brothers, Winn believes in rules. As sheriff of Bodie, California, he only shoots actual law breakers. That’s what he’s doing when he rescues the Contessa Drossenburg, Alexandra Porter, a lady with all the elegance of the Old World—grace, beauty and class. And then he sees her fangs.

Alexandra isn’t just some bloodsucking damsel in distress, though. She’s on a mission to save her people—and she’s dead certain that Winn’s family legacy is the only way. Luckily, aside from grace and class, she also has a stubborn streak a mile wide. So like it or not, Winn is going to come back with her to the mountains of Transylvania, and while he’s at it, change his opinions about vampires, demon-hunting, and who exactly deserves shooting. And if she has her way, he’s going to do his darnedest to save the world

Book Two of the Legend Chronicles
by Theresa Meyers

They’re the Chosen—Winchester, Remington and Colt—brothers trained to hunt down supernatural beings using the latest steam-powered gadgetry. It’s a hard legacy to shoulder, and it’s about to get a lot more dangerous…


Colt Jackson has gotten his name on many a wanted poster with success in the family business: hunting supernaturals across the frontier.

Lately, though, there’s a sulfur stink in the wind and the Darkin population is exploding. A rift in the worlds is appearing. To close it, Colt will have to do the unthinkable and work with a demon to pass arcane boundaries no human alone can cross.

Except when he summons his demon, he doesn’t get some horned monstrosity: he gets a curvy redheaded succubus named Lilly, who’s willing to make a bargain to become human again. He also gets Lilly’s secret expertise on the machinations on the dark side of the rift. And her charm and cleverness help to get them out of what his silver-loaded pistol and mechanical horse can’t. Of course, when all hell breaks loose, he might have to sacrifice his soul. But what’s adventure without a little risk?

About the Author:

The progeny of a slightly mad (NASA) scientist and a tea-drinking bibliophile who turned the family dining room into a library, Theresa Meyers learned early the value of a questioning mind, books and a good china teapot.

A former journalist and public relations officer, she found far more enjoyment using her writing skills to pen paranormal novels in the turret office of her Victorian home.

She’s spent nearly a quarter of a century with the boy who took her to the Prom, drinks tea with milk and sugar, is an adamant fan of the television show Supernatural, and has an indecent love of hats.

You can find her dabbling online on twitter at or at



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“So how are you planning on getting me out of here? They’ve got a price on my head. And you ain’t a judge and now you’re stuck here in the pokey same as me.”
Remington Jackson’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and determination. “You didn’t think I’d walk in here without an alternative exit plan, did you?” he pulled the right side of his jacket back to reveal not just a holstered revolver and gun belt filled with silvery bullets, but also a couple of glass vials of clear liquid topped with cork stoppers.
China snorted. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that little bit of water if you want to get through those adobe walls.”
He gave her an arch look. “It would, if it were water.” He picked up one vial, and glanced at her. “But considering it’s nitro glycerin, I’m assuming it’ll be much more effective. Toss that mattress up on its side and hunker down behind it for cover.” She didn’t question, just did as he said.

Remington crouched down behind the mattress with her in the corner of the cell, their backs to the bars as he threw the glass vial as hard as he could at the outer adobe wall, then ducked.
The explosion rocked the jail, sending down a shower of dust and chunks of brick. Miss McGee coughed, then frowned. “Blowing up the jail? That’s your solution?”
He shrugged. He really didn’t care what she thought of his methods. “It works.” His life wasn’t a black or white proposition. It was more like a smorgasbord. He took what he needed, when he needed it, to get the job done. Being a Hunter, even part time, meant he didn’t always have the luxury of doing things by the book.
Judging by the narrow-eyed look and pinched mouth on Miss McGee’s pretty face, he’d been right to bring the iron bracelet along as a precaution. Colt said she could change into many things, including a mountain lion, and he had no plans of getting shredded to pieces on the way back to Tombstone.
Remington didn’t waste any time. He hustled Miss McGee out of the jail as quickly as possible, helping her cross the rubble, aware that the sheriff and half the town would likely be on their heels at any moment.
They dashed around the outer edge of the jail, and waited for everyone to disappear inside. He grabbed hold of her hand. “Let’s go.”
He rushed to his horse, who was spooked by the explosion, and pulled the reigns from the hitching post.
China’s mouth dropped open. “How are we gonna get out of here quick on that? Don’t you have a mechanical horse like Colt?”
“No. Hate the damn thing. Now are you coming or not?”
China snapped her mouth closed and nodded. Remington mounted in one smooth swift motion, then hauled the Darkin up to sit in front of him. Well, really, given the confines of the saddle she sat more in his lap than in front of him. She was far softer than he’d anticipated. Somehow Miss McGee’s prickly exterior didn’t change how very feminine she felt. “Hold on to the pommel.” She gripped it hard and he grasped the reins in each hand.
“Is this really necessary?” she growled as he kicked the horse into motion.
“Until I have clear access to Diego Mendoza’s information, absolutely.” That was a half truth. He could have just taken whatever she’d gotten from the safety deposit box and left her there, but his gut had told him that wasn’t the safest path. And if there was one thing Remington did, it was always listen to his gut. Besides everything Colt had him meticulously research indicated a Darkin was needed to access the hiding place of the missing pieces of the Book. No, he didn’t intend on letting Miss McGee out of his sights any time soon.
He wheeled the horse around and sped up the hill, making quick tracks out of Bisbee before anyone figured out what had happened and where they’d gone. He didn’t stop or slow until Bisbee was out of sight over the rim of the hills.
“I can just give you the page. That’s all there was. No map. Not a decent one anyway. Just a bunch of squiggly lines. No place names. No directions.” With her right hand she reached beneath the edge of her leather jacket and pulled a folded page of yellowed paper from the breast pocket of her faded pale blue chambray shirt. “Here. Take it. Then you can just drop me off at the next town. Deal?”
Remington smiled. She was just as anxious to get away from him as she was to get back at Colt. He could tell by the nervous way she fidgeted. “No deal. How do I know that paper will lead me anywhere?”
She shrugged, the movement causing her back and the curve of her shoulders to rub up against his chest. Remington grit his teeth. He was a Hunter, not a monk, after all. And despite the taint of being Darkin, she was a beautiful creature.
“You don’t. But I don’t have anything else, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, I think you have a bit more than that. You were working with Colt to help find the lost piece of the Book Diego knew about, weren’t you?”
She heaved a sigh. “I don’t know anything.”
“That’s not what Colt said.”
A fine tremor worked its way through her body. Remington wasn’t sure if it was anger or desire. There was an exceedingly fine dividing line between hate and love and it didn’t take a whole hell of a lot to push some folks from one to the other.
“Colt knows everything I do.”
“Yes, but he’s bent on finding Cadel’s piece of the Book my father hid. That means I’m collecting you so you can help him find the piece Diego is rumored to have uncovered.”
She twisted in his lap. The leather stretched across her finely curved ass was not nearly enough of a barrier between them. Remington grunted. China gazed up at him. “You’re trying to put the Book of Legend back together, aren’t you?”
They started down the rugged hills surrounding Bisbee and Remington weighed the option of telling her the truth vs. telling her only what he wanted her to know. His gut told him to trust her when every bit of Hunter training told him he was a fool to do so.
Something changed in her eyes. A flash of silver, like lightning streaking across a stormy, cloud-covered sky. It was a breath-taking sight. “I’ll help you on one condition.”
Remington was tempted to tell her she wasn’t exactly in a position to bargain, but his curiosity got the better of him. In the courts sometimes what people told you when trying bargain, revealed far more about their intentions than they realized. “And what’s that?”
“If you do find all the pieces, I want to be there when you put it together.”
Remington frowned. “Why?”
“’Cause if what the Darkin legends say is true, it’s gonna be one hell of a show.”
In Remington’s opinion deals were made to be remade. He didn’t see the harm in agreeing to it if it could get the information Colt needed out of her. “Sounds like you have a personal stake in the matter. Is that true, Miss McGee?”
She shifted uneasily. “You’ve got your secrets, Hunter. I’ve got mine. Do we have a deal, or don’t we?”


Not my usual fare, but a great book.  I wasn’t sure about this book from the blurb, but I loved it.  Remington (great name) was a great hero.  I love characters that a real, meaning they are flawed. 

I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.

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