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When Last comes First: Book Blitz

The thought reverberated around Willow’s head alongside the trance beat. Her trance beat. Eden Jade—better known by her DJ name, Bunny Descent, stood behind the decks on stage, one hand raised. The lights turned her white-blonde hair to pink and her ripped wedding dress was spattered neon by the leaking glow-sticks her fans were waving.
Her perfect face was screwed in concentration as she fiddled with something on the decks. The music transitioned from a hard, pulsing beat to something Willow recognised—‘Self Care’ by Mac Miller. The crowd cheered, more people rushing toward the stage, hands raised. It was three in the morning and the tiny dance floor was thrumming.
Willow had expected the crowd to thin as the night wore on, but the opposite happened. Bunny Descent was the seventh DJ of the night, and the audience was more hyped for her than anyone else. Watching the crowd dance, he felt a surge of pride. From what he’d read in interviews, Eden was scared of not breaking through, worried her sound was too erratic for main stages. But there was no way the woman in front of him wasn’t making it big. She oozed glamour and with each and every song, he grew more amazed she wasn’t famous.
“She is a goddess,” a guy slurred in his ear. “I, like, actually fuckin’ love her.”
Willow turned and saw the guy was talking to his equally fucked up mate, but that didn’t change the fact he was vocalising his own thoughts about Eden.
I’m different, he told himself.
Why?
I just am.
That had always been the only reason he needed. People called him overconfident, but that implied he tried to be confident. He didn’t. He was just lucky. He got what he wanted.
As the music surged higher, Willow danced along with the crowd, working his weight from foot to foot. A few girls smiled, looking for someone to kiss—or maybe because they recognised him, but he only had eyes for Eden. On stage she leant forward, touching the hands of the people dancing in front of her. The second she made contact, the crowd screamed fit to burst the roof. Willow knew exactly how they felt.
He’d been scoping her Instagram for ages, but there was nothing like seeing her in real life. With her long blonde hair and big eyes, she looked like Sailor Moon—his first and most powerful crush. He watched as Eden put her hands behind her head and shook, her tits bouncing in her wedding dress. Attraction burred through him like an electric current. He’d never been so into anyone. Even Sailor Moon. What could that be but true love? As he watched her dance, he made himself a promise—come hell or high water, he’d talk to her tonight.
A hard elbow bashed his side.
“Oi,” Derek shouted over the music. “What are we still doing here? Everyone’s out of their minds.”
Willow danced away from his friend. “I dunno. I’m not tired.”
“You’re never fucking tired. Where’s the patient?”
Willow glanced around. Patrick Normal, better known as Psycho, was swaying softly beside the bar, apparently having forgotten he wanted a beer. “Psycho’s… having a time.”
Derek followed his gaze. “Fuck me, he’s maggoted.”
“Yeah, he’ll be up for hours. Better we’re still out with him, hey?”
“This is all your fault. If Mara was in town, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve made it clear you’ll be dogging the boys from now on, Hardo.”
The track Eden was playing bled into a remix of that Rasputin, love machine song. The dancers packed around the stage, jumping so hard the floor shook. Eden swished her white-blonde hair over her shoulder and his cock throbbed. He could see her doing that while she rode him—looking down her nose as he worked to make her come.
His side burst with pain. He rubbed it, glaring at Derek. “What’s your problem?”
“You. You’re making gorilla noises.”
“You could hear that?”
“Of course, I…” A look of barely concealed terror dawned on Derek’s face. A look Willow knew all too well. He backed away in case Derek decided to put him in a headlock. “What have I done now?”
Derek pointed at the stage. “Please tell me we’re not here because you want to fuck that DJ?”
Willow gave him a winning smile. “Do you want a drink?”
“I wanna know if you dragged me all the way to the city to watch you fail to pick up a DJ.”

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My eyes are dark: Book Blitz

“No.”
The Prince halted, and glanced up at the sky. “My amusement is diminishing. I had hoped to relearn the taste of wine tonight.”
“Sorry to keep you from your red.” I doubted he was a white kind of guy.
“It is not an apology I desire from you.”
What did he desire. . .other than the subjugation of Everenne’s Low Fae, and the Lords of the High and Low Courts kneeling beneath his boot?
I lifted my blades.
Renaud’s mouth thinned as he let me attack, eyes a flat grey. I refused to return to Faronne without every bone in my body broken from trying. I wouldn’t kneel at my mother’s grave and confess weakness.
Return victorious or on your shield.
A line of fire grazed my sword arm. I ignored the pain and my dark angel, sheathing my long dagger and shifting the sabre to my left hand so the dripping blood didn’t threaten my grip.
I panted, my breaths harsh and acid with the nausea of forcing myself to remain on my feet. The moon peeked over the horizon.
“Enough, Aerinne,” the Prince said, expression now concealed by the encroaching night. His eyes still glowed.
“Stop. . .saying my name like that.” I swayed.
“Like what?”
“Like you know me.”
“You cannot fathom what I know, girl. Now, sheathe your sword.” A bite in his voice. A hint of a leviathan in his depths.
“No—”
The back of his hand crashed against my face.
I crumpled to the ground. He’d pulled the blow at the last second, enough not to break me. But definitely sufficient to enforce the command to lay down my sabre.
I was staring up at the sky, dazed and unable to force my limbs to work, when a strong hand wrapped around my sword arm and yanked me to my feet.
“Tell me what you see,” Prince Renaud said.
I didn’t need to look around me to know. The white stone was awash with red, dark because of the night. And the Prince surveyed it coolly, unfazed and still at full strength. Killing him wouldn’t be easy.

A Shining Moon: Author Interview
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A Shining Moon: Author Interview

Welcome to Traitor’s Den. I hope you like it here, because there’s no leaving the small western town that’s more theme park than authentic. Once you walk through the portal, you’re stuck as a boot heel in a half foot of mud.

I’ve never seen the outside world and I don’t care. The cannon-toting, trigger-happy residents here are like family, even if most of them are a few spoons short of a full set. Eventually, everyone grows on you, kinda like nail fungus. But the booze flows freely, and Tiger keeps me company. He’s as much a prisoner as I am.

I don’t figure there’s much point in wanting what you can never have. I’ll eventually accept one of my boyfriend’s marriage proposals and then keep policing the one-way town while I pop out the babies he wants. I was born knowing how to make chicken salad out of chicken shit.

At least I won’t be bored. Denners aren’t fans of following the rules, and the longer they’re in town, the worse they behave, thanks to the spell that keeps us all trapped here.

Just when I think I’ve made my peace with my lot, the portal pops open and two men shoot through, throwing punches before their feet even finish landing in my town. When they finally look at me, all I see is problems. Big, ginormous, entirely-too-handsome problems. And that’s before I even take into account the little “surprise” they brought through with them.

No one’s ever looked at me the way they do.

They aren’t the kind of men who back down after claiming something.

Or someone…

Did I say I had my life in Traitor’s Den all figured out? Hell, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

* A sexy fantasy western with growly shifters, sketchy vamps, peculiar mages and creatures, and one badass cowgirl sheriff. Within this small town, magic and gossip flow as freely as whiskey, and work and pleasure are nearly the same thing. Weird things happen on the regular in Traitor’s Den. Come and join the quirky family, where everyone’s packing. Oh, and don’t mind the tiger.

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Super-Heroes…

This is a series of 3 of which I read books 1 and 2 some time ago, but book 3 was then published, so I re -read 1 and 2 to remind myself of the storyline. Available in paperback and KU.

Our flawed heroine begins to mature into a responsible adult in book 3 as her relationship with Ghost – the Hero – develops during the hunt for Millenium.

In this world we have official Heroes. And Metahumans. I’m not sure what the difference exactly is except that registered Heroes are just that – registered with costumes and known powers. This is very much the Comic Book world written into a novel with a Hero Guild and enforcers to ensure that Heroes behave appropriately.  Society at large accepts Heroes but doesn’t know about Magic even though it is there and everywhere but hidden. There is a belief that Mundanes – i.e. ordinary humans – would accept Heroes but not magic users as it is too easy for magic users to behave selfishly and to harm others. They are not controllable would be the belief. Except they are controlled by a rigid hierarchy of magical creatures. And mythical creatures are real – see Fairies and goblins and dwarves.

Our Sorceress, Sage, is a magic user who also has metahuman – and then some – powers and strengths, and thus can hide in plain sight as a Hero or a bodyguard to mythical creatures. But in previous books, Sage was thrown into jail and thus has a difficult background and finds it hard to find a job, let alone control her rage or strength and magic. In this book, working with Ghost helps her to begin the control and she also works on developing her magic which she had abandoned after her father’s death.

These are fun books – comics as books – lots of snark, bad puns and jokes and great deeds from our Heroes!

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Rise Up! Author interview

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Can you tell your readers something about why you chose this particular topic to write about?

Right now, I am happily touring the blogosphere as part of the launch for HUNTRESS, book #7 in my Angelbound Offspring series. I got the idea for this novel after reading some omegaverse stuff. In the omegaverse world, there’s more structure about being a fated mate versus just—BLAM—I love you! So I found that intriguing. That said, the omegaverse is pretty explicit, so I needed to ditch the concept and rebuild it from scratch so it’s appropriate for a younger reader.

What appealed to you about writing HUNTRESS?

I’m a big fan of characters discovering their worlds alongside the reader. In HUNTRESS, our heroine has a memory block in terms of what it really means for her to be a glass dragon. We get to join her as she finds herself again… literally.

Why do you think it is different and your approach is unique
True story: I recently asked my readers this question so I find the right key words for my book descriptions. The biggest thing readers found different about my work is my unique approach to epic fantasy. I craft different worlds for each of my books. So if you want to lose yourself in another reality, then I’m your author!

How long do you think about a topic before deciding to write about it?
I map things out, come back, and tweak them again. Wash, rinse, repeat. From the start of the process, it’s probably at least three years. By the time I get down to intensively writing, it can be 6-8 weeks.

Do you have a set of notes or a note book where you write down topics that appeal before making a decision as to which topic this time?
I use Pinterest a ton. You can
check out my boards here.

How long does it take to research a topic before you write?
As a fantasy writer, I don’t research so much go through a process of trial and error. Example: in my book, HUNTRESS, I originally wanted the character of Gage to have his dead parents talking in his head. It made for a few funny scenes—and the idea certainly isn’t out there a ton—but in the end, it just didn’t work for the character. So I ripped it out and did something else. This goes on and on until at some point, I read the draft and say, that’s it!!!

Thanks for having me by as part of the launch tour for HUNTRESS!

Angelbound Offspring
1. Maxon
2. Portia
3. Zinnia
4. Rhodes
5. Kaps
6. Mack
7. Huntress

Purchase:

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/huntress/id1516677621?ls=1

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/huntress-27

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Christina_Bauer_Huntress?id=gedmDwAAQBAJ

Author Bio

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Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too. 

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.

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Blog: http://monsterhousebooks.com/blog/category/christina
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