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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Joss Landry's I Can See You Tour by Dark World Books


The Road to Hell series welcomes author JOSS LANDRY

Please welcome Author JOSS LANDRY onto the Road to Hell. JOSS LANDRY is the author of I CAN SEE YOU. Other books written by JOSS LANDRY are MIRROR DEEP, and soon to be published, LONG GOODBYES.

Now, it’s time to create a little hell and get to the good stuff by revealing all of JOSS LANDRY’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 JOSS LANDRY…

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

JOSS LANDRY: More kindness and gentleness toward children. We treat our fancy computers and are awesome cars with so much respect, with darn right devotion sometimes. However, I see little children yelled at, pulled roughly through the malls, crying and complaining they are thirsty, misguided, misled … yet all children are more precious than all our shiny toys combined.


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?

JOSS LANDRY: Great question, Gracen. I would make sure to finish whatever novel I was working on, get it ready for publication. I’d also need a piece of chocolate cake, one good cup of coffee, some pineapple and a fresh mango. 


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.

JOSS LANDRY: An adaptation between Family Ties, and Full House, and there were two girls, and two boys, one much younger than the others. We had barrels of laughs, and I mean barrels of them. We were allowed chocolate for breakfast, one dessert before meals and another for after, and in return, I got to spurt all the morals you can dream of while ingesting the sweets. There was no strict bedtime, or deadpan curfews, and no need to enforce them. Ours was a matriarchal family where my husband was the head and I was the neck who made the head move. Full House because our four had all their friends over, and friends of friends, and I was at my happiest when all those fresh young faces hung around.

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

JOSS LANDRY: Tough one. People who know me often say I should write a book about my life. Trouble is, I don’t think anyone would believe it. I don’t even believe my life at times, and I am the main protagonist. I might call it: Thursday’s Child.


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

JOSS LANDRY: Difficult to pick just one. How about, Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf and Glory by Tracy One Road The Band.

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

JOSS LANDRY: Great question! I believe I would be a superhero. Why? Because I like things to be the way I like them: to live in peace and stop the children from crying. My name? I think I would pick Joss—Just Joss. J

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

JOSS LANDRY: Well, I rarely strap on guilt when I indulge, so this means digging a little. French fries might be a guilty pleasure or sleeping with my clothes on. With all the rest of my made-to-order pleasures, I make sure guilt is not in the picture.

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

JOSS LANDRY: It would have to be with someone who cam climb trees, start a fire from scratch and be able to fashion tools out of stone. The why is obvious. Anyone who can do all this has got to be a hunk. J


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

JOSS LANDRY: I discovered I had all these stories inside my head while walking on the beach one day in Miami Florida. A story about Eric Parker running with an envelope he wasn’t supposed to handle. When the dialogue between him and a friend took shape, so clearly, I realized I had to put these stories on paper. 


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?

JOSS LANDRY: Well, I Can See You is a product  of the effort I pu in a course I took with Connie Shelton. She is a known mystery writer and her novel in a weekend course was well worth the time. I also believe John Grisham had an impact, Pat Conroy … Beach Music! I love P.D. James love how her mind works. Barbara Taylor Bradford, also a beautiful writer.


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

JOSS LANDRY: No. I’m never the same from one day to the next. Different cravings, different needs … I just write. I guess the one constant might be coffee, strong coffee … and chocolate.


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

JOSS LANDRY: Up to a couple of months ago, I was still debating if I had a genre or not. Difficult to grasp. I like a read that has depth and a main plot with lots of little twists and turns and more than one sub-plot. I enjoy a good mystery as long as there is a romantic thread throughout. I also love paranormal and fantasy. I believe what some of the magic we refer to as paranormal today, will one day be known as normal.

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

JOSS LANDRY: Well, I enjoy the freedom the Internet has brought us. Imagine, the research we can do when the world is at our feet. There are no borders per say anymore. No more great divide. And this goes for authorship as well. So, I really do enjoy these times. Hates? none that come to mind.


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?

JOSS LANDRY: If you are referring to one of Zeus’ nine daughters, then no, I don’t have a muse. My mother used to say I was blessed by Muses because I like to sing, dance, play music (piano, guitar )paint and write. So, maybe I do have a couple hanging over my shoulder, only I prefer to call them Angels. I do have a familiar, a Shih Tzu named Chief. He is black and white, mostly black, and follows me everywhere like a shadow. He also growls at anyone who dares approach me that he doesn’t know.

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?

JOSS LANDRY: Of course. There’s a little of Emma Willis the Heroine in I Can See You deep inside. She is sweet, wise, and yet so much tougher than many of us might believe a child can be. Or, is it that we find the strength we need whenever we are confronted with difficult situations?


GRACEN: What are you working on now?

JOSS LANDRY: I am working on: Long Goodbyes, soon to be published, and I Can Find You (Book II of the Emma Willis Series) and What About Barnum a romantic paranormal mystery that will be told in two books. There is also Harbor Lights, Manhattan Melody coming up and a couple of bluckbusters I am still working on.

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

JOSS LANDRY: Good question. I always love the other authors’ books I read and find them excellent. I guess what people say they like about my stories is the fact I have more than just a main plot. I like to weave in valuable subplots, incorporating twists and turns that all lead to the main plot, but that could also stand alone. People say my dialogue makes them feel as if they’re right there on the spot. Mostly, readers tell me they’re sad when the book finishes. Plus, for the two books I already have published: MIRROR DEEP and I Can See You, I have received two great Kirkus Reviews: https://www.kirkusreviews.com/search/?q=Joss+Landry&t=all

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

JOSS LANDRY: Thank you for having me, Gracen, love, love the way your mind works.

Social Media Links:
​Email. josslandryauthor@gmail.com
​Web site.http://www.josslandry.com
Blog: http://www.josslandry.com
​Amazon Author Page: http://goo.gl/3YgCQh
​​FB: http://www.facebook.com/jossland​​ry
TW: http://www.twitter.com/josslandry
​LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/joss-landry/39/485/121
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomjosslandry
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/josslandry

Buy links:
Mirror Deep: ​http://tinyurl.com/cdv37n6
I Can See You: ​http://goo.gl/wiD4Bi1


I Can See You
“Emma stuck her face to the window to watch the rain. Lightning in the background drew a fiery
specter in the sky while her eyes traced the water droplets running down the pane like tears.” Emma Willis is ten years old and has a secret. She not only inherited her grandmother’s power of sight, she can accomplish much more. Like most children without siblings growing up amongst adults, she is precocious yet at times lonely. When a murderer is loose in Newark, a maniac with a thirst for killing little girls, she begins to understand why her Granny Dottie called her sight a curse. She will need all her powers to catch a killer and help the people in her life: Detective Hank Apple, her teacher Christina Tyler, and her little family of three. Only … the madman knows who she is!
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Joss Landry
Joss Landry

Joss Landry
With a degree in commerce, Joss has worked as a consultant for more than twenty years, writing copy for marketing firms and assisting start-up companies launch their business. She recently made the switch from composing copy and promos, to writing fiction and prose. She is developing her style through courses and the support of other writers. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and is presently working on honing three other novels for publication. Blessed with four children and five grandchildren, she resides in Montreal with her husband, a staunch supporter, and enjoys spending time biking, rollerblading, playing tennis, and swimming. She loves creating stories as she says they fulfill her need to think outside the box.
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We’re glad to announce a tour for the urban fantasy thriller I Can See You by Joss Landry! The tour is running from July 28th to August 22nd, 2014. There will be reviews, interviews, guest posts and excerpts + an International giveaway that will run on our site and on each tour stop!
Hosts interested in taking part in this tour, please fill the form below.
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Thursday, May 1, 2014

Fractured Truth Tour with Dark World Books!

Fractured Truth
(Fractured Light #3)
Llona is determined to end the fight with the Vykens once and for all. All she
needs is to find and destroy the Shadow–the ultimate source of dark power. But when she makes a startling discovery about someone she loves, Llona has to fight the toughest battle yet in this exciting conclusion to the Fractured Light series.
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About Fractured Light (Book #1)
Llona Reese is used to living on the run. After the Vykens killed her parents, she knew they would eventually come for her too. She can’t take any chances. But when she starts to make friends for the first time in her life, she gets careless and lets her guard down. Big mistake.
As an Aura, Llona can manipulate light and harness its energy. But if she wants to survive, Llona will have to defy the Auran Council and learn to use her power as a weapon against the Vyken whose sole desire is to take her light. Now she’s caught in something even bigger than she can understand, with a power she can’t wield, and no one she can trust, except, just maybe, a mysterious stranger.
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About Fractured Soul (Book #2)
Llona will do whatever it takes to protect her new found friends and home, but the dark plot threatening Lucent Academy, a school that’s supposed to be a safe place for Auras, may be too powerful for even Llona to defeat.
This fast-paced tale of love, loyalty, and overcoming the darkness will keep you on the edge of your seat until the last page!
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Rachel McClellan
Rachel McClellan

Rachel McClellan
Rachel McClellan was born and raised in Idaho, a place secretly known for its supernatural creatures. When she’s not in her writing lair, she’s partying with her husband and four crazy, yet lovable, children. Rachel’s love for storytelling began as a child when the moon first possessed the night. For when the lights went out, her imagination painted a whole new world. And what a scary world it was…
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Stay tuned for the giveaway after the excerpt…

Chapter One
“You have four minutes, Llona,” Liam said through a microphone in my ear. His voice, like the ringing of a great bell, pounded my already aching head.
The small plane’s engine shrieked, a high-pitched sound different from the steady hum of the last twenty minutes. Everyone had boarded a while ago. It was a silent crowd, not one likely to converse with each other.
I shifted my weight in the plane’s cramped closet. I could’ve come out as I’d just turned invisible, but I wanted to wait until the speed of the plane increased, covering any sounds the closet door might make when opened.
It was shortly after Cyrus kidnapped my aunt Sophie from Lucent academy that I taught myself to turn invisible. I’d practiced every day, sometimes for hours, until I could do it without the accompanying paralyzing weakness. And although the pain hadn’t gotten any better, I was able to increase the time I could maintain invisibility to several minutes. I’d accomplished all this in just the few short months since Christian’s death.
Just then the plane lurched forward, picking up speed on the runway. I opened the door and peered into the plane’s small kitchen. Empty. Perfect. I quietly slipped out and closed the door behind me.
The front wheels of the plane bounced. The cabin, as I suspected, was full of Vykens sitting in their seats, their backs to me, as if they were regular passengers. Most of them looked like normal humans, which meant they’d fed on Auran blood recently, but a few were in their purest form— facial features deformed and gray with moldy skin peeling back from their faces.
There was only one different from the rest. Jackson. He sat three rows up to the right of the center aisle.
With the Deific’s help, Liam had finally received a tip on Jackson’s whereabouts. It was the closest we’d come to finding out where Cyrus was keeping Sophie. I glanced to my left, to the emergency exit. By the way the plane was vibrating, it was close to taking off.
A Vyken stood and slid into the aisle. I pressed myself against a seat to keep him from bumping into me. I had yet to learn how to let matter pass through me. That may be a trick only my mother knew.
After the Vyken passed by, I went to Jackson. He was looking down at his bloodied knuckles. How did that happen? Jackson used to be a guardian. He (and a bunch of others who had followed him) had joined the Vykens against the Auras months ago. I’d been training harder than ever to stop them all and restore the Auras to their former strength. The strength only a few knew about.
The plane lifted. Still plenty of time to make my move.

I reached down, careful to avoid touching Jackson, and undid his seat belt. He glanced to his lap, brow twisted together. I smacked the back of his head, hard. He turned around and stared at the Vyken behind him.
“What’s your problem?” Jackson asked.
The Vyken ignored him.
Jackson stood and confronted the Vyken again. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”
The Vyken lifted his gaze from the sports magazine in his hand. “I know Cyrus said we can’t kill you, but he didn’t say we couldn’t hurt you. Sit down, guardian.”
Liam’s voice spoke again in my ear. “Hurry up.”
Several Vykens looked around. His voice, this close to so many of them, must have drawn attention.
Time to pay for your crimes, Jackson.
I drew my fist back and punched Jackson in the face. His hand came up to his bloodied nose. “What the . . . ?”
A few Vykens stood up.
I punched him again. He stumbled back toward the exit, arms outstretched as though to steady himself. Blood ran onto his chin.
“What’s going on?” he yelled.

I answered with a swift kick to his chest. It took just a second for him to recover before he started blindly throwing punches. “Someone help me!”
Vykens looked around as if they didn’t know what to do.
I dodged Jackson’s fist and punched him again. He was in position. I took hold of the emergency latch and pulled it as hard as I could. The door flew open, sucking air from the cabin.
Papers and all kinds of debris flew past me. Jackson scrambled backward, his eyes darting around until he was pressed against the wall separating the kitchen from the cabin.
The others stood alert, some in a fight-ready stance. But who were they going to fight? They couldn’t see me. No one could.
Grabbing Jackson, I spun him around until he was facing the open door; his clothes and hair whipped around violently. He stuttered.
His fear excited me, sending a wave of adrenaline through my blood stream.
I was about to reveal myself to him, just so I could see the surprise in his eyes, but Liam’s voice sounded in my ear. “Get out of there—now!”
Jerking into action, I wrapped my arms around Jackson’s chest and jumped from the plane, spiraling into a black abyss.

Chapter Two
I fell through the darkness, slicing through it like a knife in water. Cold air burned my face, and the force of it made it difficult to breathe.
Jackson’s body was torn from my grip, and he was twisting and writhing as if he could somehow climb his way back into the airplane. He was probably screaming too, but I couldn’t hear over the deafening sound of the wind rushing over me.
I glanced around, my eyes wet from the air. What appeared to be streetlights were growing closer. I’d never done this before, jumped from an airplane, but I wasn’t nervous, although I should be. I wasn’t wearing a parachute.
I squinted my eyes to try to see Jackson, but he wasn’t spread eagle like me so was probably falling faster. The tree line of the forest came into view against the night sky. I was really close now. Maybe fifteen seconds before impact. I began to count.
At twelve, my body jerked as if I had been sucked into a tornado, and I had a difficult time controlling which way my body was twisting. It was like no other sensation I’d ever experienced before, and my lungs tightened and pressure built up in my ear- drums until I thought they might burst. But in no time at all, I was on the ground, my legs unsteady from the whirlwind.
Liam appeared next to me, having shifted back to his human form. It still amazed me whenever he did that.
“You okay?” he asked.
I inhaled deeply. “I think so. What a rush.”

“Sorry it took me longer than usual to catch you, but Jackson was fighting against me so I had to knock him out. I hope you weren’t scared.”
Jackson was nearby, lying on the ground, his brown hair drenched in sweat. “I wasn’t worried at all.”
“You weren’t?”
“I knew you would catch me.” I went to Jackson and nudged him. “Let’s get him back before he wakes up.”
When Liam didn’t answer, I looked back at him. He was staring at me, his green eyes illuminated by the moonlight. For just a moment I was reminded of his age, over two centuries old. I often forgot this because on the outside he didn’t look much older than me, but in the right light his eyes would betray him, revealing years of inner torment.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You shouldn’t put so much trust in me.”
“Why? You’ve never let me down.”
He walked over to Jackson, picked him up, and threw him over his shoulder. “Because one day I may not be there for you.”

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