Showing posts with label She Writes Again. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Odin Blood Series and Kindle Giveaway


Welcome to The Odin Blood Series by Ronnell D. Porter Blog Tour! 




Title: Dagger Heart (Book 1)

Author: Ronnell D. Porter
Published: January 26, 2012
Word Count: 70,000
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Mystery

Content Warning: It does contain some graphic fantasy violence as there is a sequence wherein an army of undead invades the heroine's homeland, and a Tolkien-ish battle ensues. 16+ recommended

*Note: Dagger Heart is currently FREE on Amazon!



Synopsis:
Norway, 704 A.D.
The valiant King Ulfur defeated the evil that swept the seaside village of Nornör into despair; Morgan, the demon witch, has been dead for nearly twenty years. The truce between King Úlfur and the Queen of the Fae has remained intact since the day that Morgan’s dark curses vanished. It seemed that peace had finally come to the wounded souls of the village.

But this peace is shaken when three curses that Morgan promised with her dying breath are placed upon the Norwegian village: who among them has cast the spell?

Seventeen-year-old Erica finds herself trapped in the middle of a witch’s deadly revenge scheme with no way out but to fight for survival. On top of trying to end the curses devouring her village like a savage beast she finds herself at the center of attention when it comes to Viking King Úlfur’s three sons: Kriger, Paul, and Finn.

Three of them will fight alongside her.
Two of them want to marry her.
One of them could be the son of King Úlfur… and Morgan.




Title: Ebon Heart (Book 2)
Published: January 22, 2013
Word Count: 70, 000
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Mystery

Synopsis:
Sequel to 'Dagger Heart'.

"You know not of King Bersek, Lord of Berserkers... The Berserkers are men of darkness; heartless and unyielding. They know no fear, they know no pain – and the sound of them ripping and slashing and tearing people apart by their limbs: chaos incarnate."

One year after triumphing over the events surrounding the cursed Blackthorn Dagger, Queen 'Dagger Heart' Erica receives an ominous warning from a group of survivors that arrives in her village of Nornör: an army like no other, steeped in dark necromancy, heads for her Norwegian shores. With the winter solstice quickly approaching and no sign of the black wolf that used to roam the woods of her lands, she races against time to uncover the mystery of The Necromancer, as well as the absence of her dear friend and love, Finn.


Excerpt:
The soft candlelight lit her room with hot yellow flickers of flame as she held a black iron jewelry box in her lap. It was so intricate, so lovely, and it allowed her to not only read Finn’s words of love, but to run her fingers across them so that she knew that he was real, that the feeling of his love wasn’t just the fading dream of a naïve girl. When she closed her eyes and held the jewelry box close to her, she could almost see his round face, his dark hair, brows, and lashes contrasted against the pallor of his skin, and those eyes that always seemed to catch whatever light was near to make them glow, even with the faintest of rays in the night. They were the eyes of the Fae blood within him, eyes that held an ancient magic and natural wisdom pooled in shades of forest green.

Finn rolled onto his side and took her hand into his. He left soft kisses along her hand, her wrist, and slid his body against hers.

"I want you to know that I'd decided never to leave your side again," he said. He looked suddenly uncomfortable, his brow strewn together and his jaw clenched tightly. Then he finally drew in a deep breath through his nose and nodded to himself.

"Before I returned here, I think I was starting to forget what it was like to be human... To be me. Emotions were starting we feel dulled, and something like a memory. Suddenly what was important in my like didn't seem to matter much; my old life, the death of my brothers, my mother, my father... Even you. I almost didn't return to Nornör at all, but something inside of me - maybe the last little piece of humanity inside of me - urged me back here. And suddenly, when I saw you again, all of the parts of me that got lost inside of that wolf's body began to come back together. Suddenly I felt fire again, and passion, and I felt that there was something that gave my life meaning again. When I held you for the first time, I felt whole again."

Finn grew bolder, and nodded to himself.

"I can't risk forgetting who I am again - but more importantly, I can't risk forgetting what you mean to me."

"I don't think you ever would have forgotten who you are," Erica said.

"I very nearly forgot you - that's bad enough. I wouldn't want to live with myself if I'd forgotten your name, your face, your voice, your scent..."

"You won't," Erica whispered. She cradled his head against her chest and let him rest there as she tangled her fingers into his thick black hair. "I promise that you'll never have to go another day of your life without me there to remind you of who you are. You are Finn Úlfurson, the man that I have loved since the first time we ran through the woods and howled together like maniacs."

Finn chuckled against her, and lifted his head.

"And you are Erica, great leader to the people of Nornör, and the woman I have loved since you struck me over the head with a rock."




About the Author:
Ronnell D. Porter was raised in Ogden, Utah, and now resides in Denver, Colorado. During his free time he plays the violin, dabbles in graphic design, and, of course, thoroughly enjoys writing stories. He believes that a novel written simply to entertain does its readers a disservice; instead, a book's narrative should always change the way we perceive the world around us, and grant us a little more wisdom than we had when starting the story.







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Giveaway Details:


  • Grand Prize: A Kindle Touch, pre-loaded with 5 books by Ronnell D. Porter 
  • 10 eBook copies of Ebon Heart
*The grand prize is available to residents of the US only. The eBooks are available to worldwide entries.

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Friday, February 15, 2013

Winners of the Love is Lethal Poem Giveaway Announced

Congratulations to the winners of the 
Love is Lethal Poem Giveaway! 
David is thrilled that these three poems will be part of his published poetry collection, which is scheduled to be released March 30, 2013. 




Saturday, February 9, 2013

Sugar & Spice Blog Tour Guest Post and Giveaway!



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Things That Go Bump in the Night
A Paranormal Experience Guest Post

(Elena) Kelli and I had an amazing paranormal experience last year when we were at the Desert Rose Conference in Arizona with Amber.

Things went amiss not long after our arrival. Since Kelli and I shared a suite at the conference, we witnessed this craziness first hand.

(Kelli) You arrived at the conference before I did. I think you’re the one that started it all. Justin had a thing for you...

(Elena) Hush. Let me tell the story So, after our first night there, I wake up the next morning and go into the bathroom. All of the towels that were on the shelf had fallen on the floor. I just assumed Kelli had gotten up through the night and done it accidentally. Or she had too much to drink and decided to redecorate.

(Kelli) Redecorating is the last thing on my mind when drinking. But back to the story. What was even stranger is that the room we were staying in was at the very end of the building. We couldn’t blame it on the person in the next suite because the bathroom was on the outer wall. So no slamming doors could cause the towels to fall. Creeped out yet? Keep reading...

(Elena) The next day we had to switch rooms and they put us in a room where we had to share a bed.

(Kelli) Good thing we’re best friends, right Elena ~_^

(Elena) Um. Yeah...Could have been kinda awkward. We went to sleep that night and I heard a clapping sound. I thought it was Kelli. I asked her what she was doing and she said she thought it was me.

(Kelli) Yep. I thought Elena had a compact in her hand and had closed it shut. She thought I was trying to use the old “clap on, clap off” method for the lights. As if... ~_^

(Elena) Ha! Then I heard someone breathing in my ear. That really freaked me out. I told Kelli there was someone uninvited in bed with us.

(Kelli) It was more like, “Holy Sh*t! Something’s in bed with us.” LoL. I couldn’t deny it. I had a cold chill wash over me. I’ve always been sensitive to things of this nature. It felt like someone was pressing against my chest.

(Elena) I told whoever was in the room that we were jet lagged and not in the mood to play. He needed to move on and have fun with someone else. No menage a ghost happening that night.

(Kelli) She didn’t know it was a guy until I told her. Another friend who was staying in the same building came in the next morning. Being a sensitive herself, she was able to confirm what we were experiencing. She didn’t know at the time that I thought it was a guy.

(Elena) She told us that he had visited her the night before too. We asked what time and it was right after we told him to scram. (Freaky huh?) Since she’s able to ‘see’ beyond this realm, I asked her what time period he looked like he was from. She thought the 70’s maybe. Did I mention that I named him? Calling him “ghost” seemed rude so I called him Justin.

(Kelli) I tried to mention his name before you hushed me... Anyway, we asked some of the other authors at the conference if anything weird happened to them. And you know as writers we eat this stuff up. A story was already brewing.

(Elena) Yes. Menage a Ghost!

(Kelli) What a title...

(Elena) One of the authors said that her door kept slamming on her finger and while they were at a seminar their toilet plugged. I figured it was Kelli’s fault after she ate that burrito for lunch.

(Kelli) Um, that would have been you. *Shakes head* The ghost visited once more after that. He showed up our last morning there. Elena was fast asleep, but my eyes flew open at 6am on the dot. I had fallen asleep the night before in my clothes. (too much tequila) I had this long necklace on, and it had slid across my chest to my arm, which was tucked under my pillow. There was a vibration that spread across the necklace. Like someone was tapping it. It happened twice. After the second time, I just smiled. I knew it was Justin. That was the last we heard from him.

(Elena) When I was on the shuttle to the airport I asked the driver if anything strange happened in that hotel. He asked what part we stayed in. I told him at the back across from the pool. He said a teenage boy had tried to jump from the balcony into the pool and missed. It happened right above our room. I asked when he died and he said early 80’s. So he confirmed that our frisky ghost was real.

(Kelli) Freaky thing is, I think Justin followed Elena home. While writing this post, she had a couple ‘strange’ occurrences going on. Does this all sound crazy? Sure it does, but isn’t paranormal all about the ‘unnatural’ or ‘abnormal’ flow of things in life? Yup. Welcome to our world...

(Amber) It’s true! I heard all about this first hand within hours of it happening! Okay, so that doesn’t make me an actual witness, but still. I’ve had enough paranormal experiences myself that I rarely doubt another’s.
My latest one happened one morning as I woke my daughter up. Sunlight streamed in on her sweet little face. She was on the bottom bunk fast asleep and as I sat down to kiss her awake, I heard a noise on the upper bunk’s. It sounded like sheets rustling. Then the mattress moved, depressing and returning to normal, like a knee or rearend had pressed on it. I thought for a split second our cat must be up there.

Except we don’t have a cat.

So I popped up, thinking my son must have come in at some point to sleep in her room. Nope. Nothing. Just a bunch of stuffed animals staring back at me. But I know what I saw and heard. The rustling of sheets, a mattress indention, and that unmistakable feel of goosebumps covering my skin whenever something spooky happens.

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