Thursday, July 24, 2014

Author John Hennessy's Stormling Tour by Dark World Books

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The Road to Hell series welcomes author John Hennessy

Please welcome Author John Hennessy  onto the Road to Hell. John Hennessy is the author of Stormling Stormling, #1). Other books written by John Hennessy are Dark Winter (#1, The Wicca Circle)

Now, it’s time to create a little hell and get to the good stuff by revealing all of John Hennessy’s wicked secrets while on the Road to Hell. LOL  Yeah, you wish! ;-D 

Grab your favorite drink, sink your teeth into something decadent, sit back, relax and enjoy getting to know John Hennessy…


GRACEN: If you could pick one thing about our world to change, what would it be and why?

John: Sounds twee, but I’d like to get rid of all the bad people. As I get older, I’m less bothered about what used to annoy me as a teenager. I just want people to get along!

GRACEN: Kind of morbid, but if you knew the exact moment of your death, down to the last second, what changes would you make in your life?

John: I’ve experienced some moments that but for a lot of luck and some grace I think really could have been my last moments. I think I would try to worry less and smile more.

GRACEN: If I picked a television show or sitcom that fit my family, it would be the Addams Family because we’re all a bit odd and zany. What one television show/sitcom would best describe your family? Or if none apply, pick a song or album.

John: Haha I think they might just be the Mansons, whilst trying to convince the world they are the Waltons.

GRACEN: Pretend you’re writing a book about your life. What would the title be and why?

John: That’s such a great question. So good, I cannot come up with an answer right now!

GRACEN: What song title best describes your style of writing? (Use any song in existence or create your own).

John:  Taking Care of Business J

GRACEN: If you had superpowers would you be the superhero or the villain? Why? What would your name be?

John: Well my name on video game arcade machines was ‘Marmaliser’…so I suppose the villain. As to why, I think all actorss say they like play bad guys once in a while. I think I would agree with that.

GRACEN: Do you have a guilty pleasure? If so, will you share it with us?

John: I can share that with nobody!

GRACEN: You’re stranded on an island, who would you want to be stranded with and why?

John: Natalie Portman instantly springs to mind, but I think I might just prefer to be on my own. Peace is found from within, not necessarily in the company of others.

GRACEN: Now, let’s get to know you as an author. When did you become aware that you wanted to be a published author?

John: Honestly I just put some notes together for my first book, the non-fiction Essence of Martial Arts, and it was a student who recommended I stretch it out into a full book. As for fiction, I suppose it appeals to the part of me that likes to tell stories, in the hope that others will like what I write too.

GRACEN: Are there any particular authors that made an impact on you growing up or as an adult? Did any particular teacher or someone else in your life make an impact on your writing?

John: It was Stephen King as a teen and an adult that most impacted on me. At his best, his in another dimension to all other authors, and at his worst, his books are still compelling and well written. He’s just awesome.

GRACEN: Do you have any “must haves” while you’re writing—besides your computer, of course?

John: Tea, and more tea.

GRACEN: Do you write in a particular genre? If so, what’s the appeal of that genre for you?

John: I write whatever comes to mind. But I do like horror stories, and I suppose if you saw my collection of Fangoria magazines, you’d understand why.

GRACEN: Any love/hates as it relates to the writing industry?

John: Not particularly – I tend not to focus on the ‘hates’ as that could run and run. As for the ‘loves’, it’s great when people comment positively on what you have written.

GRACEN: Do you have a Muse? If yes, what’s his/her name(s). Why do you think some authors have a muse and other authors don’t?

John:  Not yet, but I might do for a future title. I think some authors try this just to escape from the shackles of their given name, and I don’t blame them for trying.

GRACEN: If you could live the life of any one of your characters, who would it be and why? Would you do things differently in real life than he/she did in the book?

John: As we create the characters, maybe we would make the same choices in real life. It would be hard to choose one….if I had to nail it down, I think Toril from Dark Winter is interesting because she is not a fully formed witch, and has much to learn, yet survive the story whilst doing so. Not wanting to reveal too much on Stormling at this point, I love Anadyr’s life….he’s a real hero, super-fearless, and yet has his vulnerabilities that make him what he is.

GRACEN: What are you working on now?

John: Editing and re-drafting Dark Winter 2, and a vampire novella called Murderous Little Darlings.

GRACEN: What makes your books stand out from other books in your genre? (Use this as an opportunity to sale folks on your book!)

John: I read a lot in the YA genre and an irk of mine is how one dimensional some of the characters are. I’ve attempted to write strongly written characters that can resonate with the reader. Put them in a clearly defined world, and I think you have a solid, very readable story.

GRACEN:  Thanks so much for joining us, John Hennessy!  It’s been a treat getting to know you better! 

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(Stormling #1)
In an age when Stormlings have only known peacetime, one man’s desperate action threatens not only the stability of the mystical world of Mordana, but Earth as well.
Teenager Ophelia Drewe discovers a jewel that has been lost from its homeworld, and whilst she thinks she can keep it, demonic forces believe otherwise.
She’s not alone, but who can she trust? The head Stormling, Anadyr, hasn’t been to the Earth in 500 years, but go there he must – if the jewel is not returned, it will destroy both Ophelia’s world and his own…
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John Hennessy
John Hennessy

John Hennessy
John Hennessy is a young adult / new adult novelist whose works to date have been Dark Winter (published 2013), a paranormal horror thriller, and Stormling, an epic swords and magic (and cookies) fantasy. The first short story he ever wrote brought together Fagan, Lizzie Bennet, Sherlock Holmes and Dracula, which despite impressing his long suffering English teacher, thankfully remains unpublished. For recreation he will visit paranormal hotspots, but prefers to write about ghosts rather than meet them. He also believes almost any problem can be overcome so long as there is an inexhaustible supply of tea and biscuits. He has also written the non-fiction title The Essence of Martial Arts (published 2011), and released The Essence of Martial Arts: Special Edition, in 2014.
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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Kingdoms of War by Lisa Beth Darling


With nearly four billion souls lost to the ravages of anarchy and the dreaded disease Major Falls, Ares and Raven journey the Mortal World vainly reaching for a sliver of what was only to discover what will be. Unleashed by Apollo, Major Falls—a weaponized version of the flu and rabies-- has wiped out every person of watery Mortal Blood.

From the fiery wreckage a new world is slowly arising one where the descendants of Olympians, Celts, Dark Fae, and all manner of Magickal Being will rule. For the last millennium the Dark Kingdom has sent small legions of its Daughters in search of its Lost Queen. Among their number is Lenora, a sharp tongued Dark Fae who joins up with ARES hoping to get close to its leader, Raven. And she does.

The Wolf inside the God of War contracts Major Falls. As Ares and Athena wander the world hoping to curtail further damage by obliterating weapons of mass destruction he slowly succumbs to the sickness taking over his fevered rabid mind. Ares may not live to see the glory of Olympus restored nor fight to keep his Wife. If he does, how high will be the price for Ares' life? How long will Alena have to keep paying Apollo even once Ares is crowned King of Olympus?


Ares' hips moved upward in a meaningful stroke, he pierced through her body penetrating deep into her snug walls slick with waiting, making her flinch, making her cringe and shudder. She shrank away from him a moment. The hand cupping her bottom went to her jaw to hold it firmly, "You fear me?  Your Lover?"
There was no flinching or hesitation, "Never."
As she slumped against him, sliding further down on him, Ares dark eyes rolled back in his head until only the whites showed below his fluttering lids. For a second his knees threatened to give out he began sinking to floor.  Letting go of her wrists pinned above her head he expected her arms to fall limp at her sides but they didn't they wrapped around him filling him with a new strength as they raked across his back and called to his wild nature.  Feeling the fire explode to a full grown inferno, Ares stood up again planting his hand on her ass, the palm encircling her jaw eased over her chin, caressed her neck, just before it clamped around her throat as his lips closed down over hers, he felt it work hard as his tongue invaded her mouth, cutting off her air.  The legs around his waist squeezed, the wet walls suckling his cock swelled, and instead of fighting for precious air she kept her legs locked tight, using her thighs to pump up and down on him, to grind against him and welcome him home.
For what seemed forever, lost in the velvet embrace of pleasure, Ares forgot himself.  It was easy given her enthusiastic reception.  He bent deeply at the knees, surging upward time and again with a quickening pace that she did not deny but encouraged with rocking grinding hips and her talented tongue.  With the intoxicating scents of musk, honeysuckle, and the deep green of the forest filling the air, he reached down to plant his forearm under her for her ass to rest upon.  He found the soft flesh slick with the oil of their lovemaking, so he gripped the cold rock for better purchase. 
Liking her new perch, Alena kept going, she kept grinding and writhing, taking all of him inside as she moaned with the bliss of passion.  The sweet sound echoing in his head making it even lighter, until he thought he'd float away with rest of the world and all of its cares.
Lisa lives in her hometown of New London, CT with her husband of 28 years, Roy. Together the two have raised two adult daughters and, as of this writing, are anxiously awaiting the arrival of their first grandchild.

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Saturday, July 12, 2014

Keys to her Heart by Lacey Wolfe

Title: Keys to Her Heart
Author: Lacey Wolfe
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Love happens when you least expect it.

Officer Cody Duncan gave up on love years ago. Or so he thought.  He was content with his quiet solitary life, until a clumsy waitress spilled hot coffee on his pants and turned his world upside down. Suddenly, there’s a new heat in his life, filled with cravings for things he once pushed aside.

Lily Jenkins’ busy life as a single mom and primary caretaker for her elderly mother leaves little time for herself. Struggling to adjust to a new life in a small town, her focus is too easily derailed by the gorgeous man she accidentally spilled hot coffee on. Knowing she has too much already going on, Lily vows to keep Cody at a distance, even though she craves him in ways she never thought possible.

Their attempts at simple friendship continually fail as they soon discover an untamable fire between them whenever they are alone together.

Seeing a life he never imagined for himself, will Cody have the patience to wait for the woman of his dreams? Will Lily finally let go and give Cody the Keys to Her Heart?

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Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it's getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.
Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.
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Once Gunther was buckled into his father’s car, Lily leaned in and hugged him tight. “I’m going to miss you so much. Don’t grow too much over the weekend.”
“Mom.” Gunther rolled his eyes. “I’ll be home tomorrow.”
She kissed his cheek. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, and I love you. Call if you need me.” Lily closed the door and spun around to Heath. “Drive safe. Text me when you get home.”
“Will do.” He pulled the keys from his pocket. “Enjoy some time to yourself.”
Lily leaned against her car and watched as they drove off. She should be feeling the excitement of freedom. She could do whatever she wanted for the next day, but instead, she missed her son the second the car was out of her sight.
She picked up the coffee she’d set on the hood and took a long drink. She glanced out at the park. A few people were out running this morning. God, she wished she had that kind of determination. Lily was one of those people, if you saw her running, you should run yourself, since something was most likely chasing her.
One runner caught her attention just as he stopped a few feet in front of her. He leaned over, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
His head turned, looking at her. Sweaty and sexy. He wore a pair of navy athletic shorts and a white wife beater. And, oh God, the muscles on his arms. She’d not expected to see those. Damn, she really wanted to wrap her hands around them and see if they were as hard as they appeared.
“Hey.” He stood straight.
“You okay?” Cody seemed winded. “Do you run often?”
He chuckled. “I do. However, I just extended my sprint. Pushing myself this morning.”
“Oh, okay.”  She knew nothing about running, but assumed that meant he was running as fast as he could.
“What are you doing out here?” He ran his hands through his damp hair.
“Gunther just went with his dad.” So I’m free.
“Do you have any plans?”
Say yes. Lily didn’t need to get mixed up with him right now. A boyfriend—or whatever he would be—would be one more thing in her life she just didn’t have time for. However, as he stood before her, his shirt clinging to his chest and his hair a sexy, wet mess, she couldn’t find the courage to lie. She had all weekend to get that pedicure, after all. “Nothing set in stone.”
“I’d love to take you out.” He cleared his throat. “If you’d like. No pressure.”
“What did you have in mind?” Anything he came up with would be fun.
“I need a shower. How about I come pick you up in about two hours and we’ll go find something fun to do?”
She shook her head. “Not my house. I’d rather meet you someplace.”
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t push. “Okay. Eleven here?”
“That works.”
“Good. I’ll see you soon.” He winked and flashed her his incredibly sexy smile.
Lily nodded as she reached behind her to grab the door handle. Only, she hadn’t realized she’d moved several steps toward him. And in her attempt to grab the car handle, she’d lost her balance, landing on her backside.
Her cheeks burned. Why did she keep doing stupid things in front of this man?
“Are you okay?” Cody knelt down. “You’ve got to stop falling.”

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

For the Love of her Dragon by Julia Mills

Kyra St. Croix is a strong, feisty, independent woman who is not afraid to tell speak her mind. An incredibly powerful white witch born of the High Priestess and a human father, she hasn’t let a little thing like lack of height stop her from having the life she knows she deserves. Early on she learned to use all she was given to achieve her goals. Twenty-five years ago, she turned her back on her birthright hoping that one day Destiny would bring her the love she was promised. Her belief that she will doing anything for that love is stretched to the breaking point when the One she waited for will not accepted who she is and can only see what she is. Now, Hope may be Kyra’s worst enemy.
There Are No Coincidences…
Royce O'Reilly is the oldest and most respected member of the MacLendon Force. Since joining the Golden Fire Clan, he has been proud to watch all whom he calls brethren become fierce warriors, ever faithful to eradicating those that would destroy all they hold dear. His life has been dedicated to the training and guidance of the younger Guardsmen, one of his proudest accomplishments. One hundred and fifty-six years of life have given him immeasurable joy and now that three of his brethren have found and mated the One the Universe made for them, hope has been restored not only to the honorable Guardsman but also to dragon kin. Unfortunately, Royce is learning that Hope can be fickle and the Universe has a sick sense of humor, especially when they have made his Destiny in the form of a five-foot two-inch bundle of powerful Earth witch named Kyra St. Croix.
The Universe Does Not Make Mistakes…
Two souls…destined for a Great Love decreed by Fate. But Fate has Her hands full with this couple and if that wasn’t enough, the traitor has an army ready to destroy all they both hold dear. Can he forget the past and believe in the future? Can she forgive the betrayal and believe Love always find a way? Can they defeat an evil with no conscience, only the desire for vengeance? The Universe, the Goddess and Fate have their work cut out for them if Kyra is to know the love of her dragon.  
Fate Will Not Be Denied…

Mom of two rockin' girls, Reader of everything, Author of The Dragon Guards series and many more surprises to come!
I am a sarcastic,sometimes foul-mouthed, not afraid to drink a beer, always southern woman with 2 of the most amazing teenage daughters,
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Laughing, they began their trek, joking and teasing but the fun was long forgotten after several hours of endless walking. Kyra was hot, tired and seriously pissed, convinced they were just wasting time, aimlessly marching around the hillside. She was just about to suggest a break when a chill ran down her spine and her hands began to shake. Without saying a word, she dropped into the lotus position with her backpack on her lap and began pulling out her supplies, completely ignoring Lance’s bitching and Devon’s inquiries about her well being It took only a few seconds and she had the silver-framed mirror that had been her great-great-grandmother’s, a vial of blessed water from the Black Lake, and her special herbs and was working her Scrying Spell. She could hear the two Guardsmen discussing what she was doing but concentrated on the task at hand. They had been around her long enough to know she wasn't wasting time; any other explanations would have to wait.
The spell took less than five minutes and had a side effect she had only experienced one other time in her life. Not only did she get a location on Andrew but she also had a vision of what he was planning. The scene that played out in her mind was like watching a horror movie only she could feel what each character felt. Her heart raced and a cold sweat broke out all over her body but she was stuck, watching the complete annihilation of a quaint little community tucked in a once beautifully lush valley. Everything she saw was from Andrew’s point of view so although she hadn’t seen him, she knew he was there but that was the only thing that felt familiar.
She searched the faces of the dead and injured for any indication of the target of the asshole’s destruction but nothing looked familiar and there wasn’t any sound to help. All she knew was that he was somewhere off a rocky coast with turbulent waters and he was having a great time hurting anyone and everyone in his path. The silent movie of destruction went on and on. When she was sure she couldn’t take any more pain and suffering and had decided to see what the guys thought about what she had seen, her heart ceased to beat and her lungs refused to hold air, there standing in the middle of the war zone was Royce. His brow was furrowed, his brown eyes scanning the area for those that most needed his help. Her heart broke when she saw the cuts and bruises covering most of his beautiful face and his torn, bloody and soot-covered clothes.
The horror show unfolding in Andrew’s mind switched to slow motion as Royce moved from person to person helping the living from the rubble and getting them to safety. He wasn’t the only one working rescue but he was the only one that mattered to her. He shouted something and she cursed the lack of sound. In the next instant, a taller version of Royce (Was that even possible?) appeared to his right. The resemblance was uncanny. The new guy’s hair was short and curly but an auburn red instead of bright red and he was not all muscular and hunky, more long and lean which only added to how absolutely tall he was. The two worked furiously to clear away the debris, looking for someone or something specific. Even though only a vision, she could tell they were engaged in a constant stream of mind speak, another wonderful perk of being magical. 
An ominous sense of danger filled her and once again her breath stilled in her lungs. She watched as both men turned in unison and began running almost faster than her eyes could track. They were obviously screaming orders to anyone that could hear from the expressions they wore and the way their mouths moved. The feeling of impending doom engulfed every cell of Kyra’s body as she felt Andrew’s enjoyment grow. The sick son if a bitch was enjoying what he was seeing and delighted that more was coming.
Horror movies had never been her thing and to have the man that was her mate in a starring role in one that would be a reality was seriously freaking her out. Sifting through everything she had ever learned that was stored in her goofy brain, she looked for a way to pull out of the vision. Finally, she found what she thought might work, but true to form, a bright light burst before her eyes, vibrations of an explosion she knew was taking place in her mind gave her the sensation of falling right before her world went black.

For the Love of her Dragon (Dragon Guards #4)
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Her Dragon to Slay (Dragon Guards #1)
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Her Dragon's Fire (Dragon Guards #2)
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Haunted by Her Dragon (Dragon Guards #3)
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