Sunday, August 28, 2016

COVER REVEAL FOR LEA KIRK!!

Salvation
Book Two of the Prophecy Series
 

A blessing and a curse…

Seven years ago, a single moment changed the course of Nicholaus Bock’s life forever—the moment his preternatural Gift to heal awakened in him.


A gift that made him an invaluable commodity to the known galaxy..
 
Now his mentor’s intriguing and secretive new student goes out of her way to challenge his loyalty to everything he values. A dark secret… After facing death and destruction during the Anferthian invasion, Sakura Yamata revels in her new-found Gift to heal. Helping Earth’s survivors keeps her mind off the loss of her family, and the memory of the terrible choices she made. Nick could penetrate her defenses and discover what she’s hiding. She must not let the handsome healer close enough for that to happen.


A race facing annihilation…

When a mysterious disease strikes the hidden sanctuary of the Anferthian dissenters, Nick and Sakura are called in to help. But someone is going to great lengths to ensure the dissenters don’t survive. Nick and Sakura must set aside their differences and work together to save them before the fragile peace between three worlds is shattered.

Coming October 18, 2016 Available for pre-order now
 
 
 
Pre-order Links:
 
Amazon Universal Link: myBook.to/SalvationLeaKirk
Kobo: link coming soon!


 
Author Bio:
 
Lea Kirk loves to transport her readers to other worlds with her science fiction romances. Her fascination with science fiction began at six years old when her dad introduced her to the original Star Trek TV series. She fell in love with the show, and was even known to run through her parents’ house wearing the tunic top of her red knit pantsuit and her white go-go boots pretending to be Lieutenant Uhura.



 

Monday, August 15, 2016

 
 
 
Fall Into Magic
 
 
 
 
Dearest Readers,
 
I have amazing news! I have been invited to include a brand new novel in the Fall into Magic box set, which is set to release on November 1st, 2016! This box set will feature 20 amazing authors, each offering you the chance to read a full-length Paranormal or Urban Fantasy novel. The best part? The preorder price for this GIANT set is only 99 cents!
 
 
I wanted to give you a quick peek at the novel I'll be including in the set. Judge & Jury is a Paranormal Romance Adventure. In this all-new story I'll introduce you to the 72 demons detailed in the ancient text The Key of Solomon, and I'll tell you where they came from. I'll take you on a journey with our main couple through ancient ruins, Paris, and a dark, mysterious black-magic club called The Deep. The answer to all their questions lie at the end of a harrowing adventure, and an undeniable attraction.
 
 


Stay tuned to the blog and my Facebook page for more exclusive snippets, and even a few giveaways leading up to the release of this amazing collaboration project!


Prepare to be swept away by 20 paranormal romance and urban fantasy tales from today's bestselling authors! In this limited edition collection, you will find everything from witches to mages, shifters to vampires, demons, faeries, and much more!...
 
 
Check out this epic line up and secure your copy today!
 
Rebecca Hamilton & Connor Kressley
Lia Davis
JC Andrijeski
Rainy Kaye
Laxmi Hariharan
Joanne Wadsworth
J.E. Taylor
Steffanie Holmes
April Aasheim
K. de Long
L.B. Gilbert
Susan Stec
Noree Cosper
Angela Fristoe
AR DeClerck
Gina Kincade & Kiki Howell
LJ Swallow
Calinda B
Kristin D. Van Risseghem
Angel Lawson
 







Saturday, August 13, 2016

Focus on Fantasy Romance Author Mixer Episode 001

 
 
 
 
FOCUS ON FANTASY PODCAST
EPISODE 001
 
 
I want to welcome everyone to the reveal of the very FIRST Focus on Fantasy Podcast, with your hosts Author Elle Clouse, Author Paulina Woods, and me (Author AR DeClerck- the one with the southern accent, lol!)
 
We are super excited to start this episodic dive into the minds of romance authors. We named the podcast Focus on Fantasy, but in truth we will be discussing all forms of speculative romance fiction.
 
In episode 001 we've put together an author mixer, where we have a roundtable discussion about a topic that interested us this week. I posted a very interesting article about overused romance tropes to our Fantasy Romance Authors page on Facebook, and that article sparked the discussion you'll hear on the podcast. What are tropes? What is the definition of romance? Which tropes do we love, and which ones need to burn in red hot flames? Tune in to see what we say about romance tropes in EPISODE 001 of FOCUS ON FANTASY ROMANCE!
 
Podcast 002 will be a book review, Podcast 003 will be an author interview and then we'll repeat. If you're an author and you're interested in any of these opportunities, please contact one of us as directed on the podcast!
 
Join us weekly at the Focus on Fantasy Romance page for more news and topics.
 
 
 
 
WATCH THE PODCAST NOW!
 

 
                                  
 



Wednesday, August 10, 2016



I Swear to You!

(a bit of drabble for your enjoyment)

 

“I swear to you, Caitlyn, there was a dog driving that car!”

Gum snapped, eyes rolled.

“Don’t look at me like that, girl. I might be old but I’m not blind.”

“Your glasses came from 1972 and you have a cataract on your left eye, Mr. Wassenbaum.”

The old man hitched up his tweed pants by a belt loop and sniffed, turning his back on his teenage neighbor. “The car went right past me at the mailbox, doing at least sixty. I look up to give the guy a piece of my mind, and it’s a honest to goodness dog behind the wheel.”

“Have you been mixing your meds again, Mr. W?”

“You kids nowadays think you’re so funny. Look at the car, wrapped around that ninety year old oak tree in Bob Temple’s yard.”

“There’s not a dog in the driver’s seat, Mr. W. We looked, remember? The driver jumped out and ran off.”

“Did we look for paw prints, then, missy?” He turned his glare on the girl with her blonder-than-blonde bob and her fourteen year old freckles. “Because I can promise you that there are no bootprints around that car!’

“Would it make you happy if we look for dog prints, Mr. W?” Caitlyn eyed the end of the cul de sac, and Old Wassenbaum knew the red and blues would come screeching around the bend in a matter of minutes. “My mom will be home soon and it’s getting dark.”

The two walked side by side toward the smoking heap of metal that had once been a pretty nice sedan. Now a ninety year old oak grew from the hood, leaking sap all over the cherry red paint.

“Do you see any footprints, Miss Caitlyn Sassy Pants?” Wassenbaum demanded, hunched over the ground at the base of the tree. “I sure as heck don’t.”

“No,” the young girl agreed reluctantly. “No footprints, Mr. W.”

“I told you I wasn’t crazy. Now, look a little harder. Any paw prints?”

The two hunted the mud for a few minutes without speaking, and it was the old man who gave up first. “Damn it. No paw prints either.”

“Language, Mr. W. If my mom hears you swearing she won’t let me hang out anymore.”

The old man waved a hand. “I just don’t get it. I know what I saw.”

“You’re old,” the young girl said unforgivingly. “Sometimes old folks see stuff. Hallucinations.”

“My mind is as sharp as an axe, Caitlyn Sassy Britches. Let’s look in the car some more.”

“We might get in trouble if the cops come.”

“I’ll take the blame,” the old man assured the girl. He pulled opened the warped driver’s door a bit more, wincing at the scream of the metal. He stuck his head in and peered about for a bit. “Looks like a car,” he said at last.

“So no dog. We both agreed that you didn’t see a dog driving the car, right Mr. W?” Caitlyn had the good grace to look a bit worried for the old man. “They might think you’re senile and try to send you away if you tell the cops that story.”

“I might be ninety one, but I’m not a doofus. There was a dog driving that car.”

Caitlyn came to the old man and took his arm, nudging him back toward his house. The sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance; they were growing closer by the second.

“I just don’t get it,” the old man muttered. “My brain pan is solid as ever.”

They froze when a massive golden retriever strolled from the alley between their homes.

“Caitlyn girl, I see a big damned dog right there. Do you see it, too?” Wassenbaum asked under his breath. Neither one of them moved.

“Yeah, Mr. W. I see a really big shaggy red dog.”

“And you see what he’s got in his teeth, right?”

“Yeah, I see it.” The girl’s mouth was open a little. “I just don’t believe it.”

“Well believe it, Missy. I told you that dog was driving that car.”

The retriever shook its head, the ring of car keys in its mouth jangling with the movement. Wassenbaum watched the big dog raise its head at the sound of the police sirens headed in their direction.

“Better get a move on,” the old man told the dog. “I’m fairly certain you’ll end up in the pound if they catch you.”

The dog appeared to have a grin on his face as he turned and ran off through the bushes. Wassenbaum looked down at his young neighbor, her mouth still open wide.

“A fly’ll get in, Sassy pants,” he teased. He put his arm around the girl and nudged her in the direction of her house. “Lets go get some of your mom’s pecan pie before she gets home.”

“Mr W?”

“Yeah?”

“There really was a dog driving that car, wasn’t there?”

“One thing I learned in all my 90 years is that you can’t doubt yourself, even if everybody else does.”

 

 



Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Portals Project

 
 
THE PORTALS PROJECT

Into The Minds of SFRB Members

 
 
 
I wanted to take a moment to introduce my readers to a new project that I've been involved in with a few other Science Fiction Romance authors. We're a small group of writers, comparatively. We wanted readers to have a chance to sample SFR before making the leap into a genre they may or may not have ever considered reading before. This compendium of SFR first chapter samples will give our readers the chance to TRY IT BEFORE YOU BUY IT.
 
 
There are many award-winning and/or best-selling SFR authors included in this group, and a few lesser known authors who hope that readers will find and fall in love with them along the way. We wanted our readers to find their next favorite author or their next favorite book.
 
 
Meet THE PORTAL KEEPER. Sender Najan is the keeper of our portals to fantastic new worlds. He graces the cover of every Portals volume, and he makes sure readers know what they're getting in their Portals volume.
 
 
Greetings, traveler, and welcome. I am the Portal Keeper, Sender Najan.

As with most things in the universe, there is more to the Portal than one can see at first glance. It’s my job to send you on a rare and wondrous journey to the worlds beyond this door. Gateways unto themselves, each selection in every Volume gives you a first taste of the story the sample has been drawn from. You can decide whether to pursue your journey into the rest of the author’s science fiction tale by seeking the complete novel from an ebook seller, or returning to the Portal to sample another.

But first a word of advice. Like the stars I’m named for, each of these volumes burns at a different heat when it comes to the romance woven into the world building. As the Keeper, I’ve done my best to assemble like with like, but please take a moment to acquaint yourself with the general heat levels.

Volume 1 – A universe where stories will contain some explicit love scenes

Volume 2 – Worlds with frequent hot and fiery romance, in scenes described using more graphic language than in Volume 1

Volume 3 - Landscapes with sensual, less graphic love scenes than those found in Volume 1 or 2

Volume 4 -7– Dimensions with an all-encompassing romantic blend, from mildest to hottest love scenes

Are you ready? Take a deep breath and close your eyes as I open this portal.
 
 
Now. Step through…
 
The Portals Volumes are FREE on all outlets!
Enjoy!

 


Tuesday, July 19, 2016

A Stranger Came to Call

 
 

 
 
A Stranger Came to Call
(From Writing Club)
 
Fog settled over the countryside just as a stranger appeared at the front door of a well-kept farmhouse on the edge of a dried up cornfield. When he knocked on the door the sound echoed and kept time with the footfalls within.
The door swung inward to reveal a thin woman, her graying hair a match to her tired eyes. She pulled her bulky sweater around her shoulders and squinted at the stranger against the fading September sunlight. “Yes?”
“Good afternoon.”
“Hello.” She peered up at the tall man, as if trying to recognize his face. “May I help you?”
“Perhaps.”
When he didn’t elaborate she glanced over her shoulder, as if seeking reassurance from the warm light of the kitchen behind her. “Who are you?”
“A traveler. In need of respite and a meal, if you have one.”
Wary eyes flickered from the top of his head to his toes. She took in his carefully brushed tweed and the hint of leather loafers from beneath his pants. He kept his hands in his pockets, his stance unthreatening. “Come in, then.” She stepped back to offer him the room. He had counted on the generosity of these country people. He also had no doubt that she kept a loaded shotgun on the other side of the kitchen counter, tucked away by her cured cast iron and her grandmother’s prized baking dish.
She followed him down the hallway and into the kitchen, where she pointed to the kitchen chair and told him to sit with a wave of her hand. He sat, and folded his hands carefully on the tabletop where she could see them.
“Where are you from?” She reached into the old icebox and took out a covered dish; his mouth watered instantly at the smell of red meat. She plated up the casserole and heated it quickly in her large microwave oven.
He took the fork from her hand and said a polite ‘Thank you’ as he tucked into the meal. He wiped away the last greasy smudges of her cooking and pushed the plate away a few moments later.
“You were hungry,” she observed.
“Yes, and thank you again for your hospitality.”
“My pleasure.”
“Now it is my turn to offer you something in return.”
Her eyebrow went up, but she did not comment.
“May I show you something?”
She nodded and he reached into his inner jacket pocket, removing the small velvet bag that housed his greatest treasure. When he poured the diamond into his palm her eyes widened.
“Now where did you get that?” she asked, entraced despite herself by the flash and sparkle of the gem.
“Never mind the wheres or hows.” He held the diamond out to her. “Only that it now belongs to you.”
“To me?” She took a step back, sensing danger.
“I want to give it to you. In payment for the meal.”
“I can’t take that.”
He stood, standing closer to her, the diamond directly under her nose. He let his voice fall into that low,  lulling drone that captivated and controlled. “You must. I insist.”
“If you insist,” she said docilely.
He almost felt sorry for her, the poor sheep. But he could not bother himself with her fate now, he had his own sad destiny to meet. “I must go.”
“But wait!” She held the diamond cupped in both hands, and already it was precious to her. “I don’t even know who you are!”
He left the way he’d come, striding across the cornfields toward the setting sun. She was in the doorway, backlit by the warm glow from her cozy kitchen. When he was far enough away he allowed himself a sad smile. “No, you don’t,” he answered the poor woman to whom he’d just bestowed eternal damnation. “No one does.”



Sunday, July 10, 2016

SFRB Blog Hop 2016: Other Worlds



A World of the Far Future

Welcome to Pavitra City
Nuestra Year 4567



When I sat down to write a story about a man who finds himself in the far future, I imagined a world where everything was shiny and beautiful on the surface. The people would be happy, the city peaceful and clean. Everything needed was provided, and the citizens dwelled in unparalleled utopia. But, while this city was perfect on the outside, it would be crumbling away to nothing beneath its beautiful surface.

Enter Pavitra City. The world has been devastated by war that left the survivors lost, lonely, and afraid. The Planetary Council convened, erasing all borders and previous governments. It created great cities for its survivors to make their new homes, rebuilding the civilization that had begun to die out. Everything was automated, convenient, and easy. The people could finally relax, and begin to heal.


One thousand years after the creation of the Council, our hero, Dr. Rand Hazen, finds himself in Pavitra City, a traveller from 2018 in the distant year 4567. The city is still beautiful, but something terrible has happened to its people. Depression became disinterest, and then apathy. Humanity has become nothing more than docile, wide-eyed cattle. They are fed, clothed, and validated by the city, and the city is dying. What will happen to the inhabitants of Pavitra when the energy resources are finally gone?

What energy powers this perfect, gleaming city? Fossil fuels are long gone, and wind, solar and hydro-electricity could not be sustained. So how is Pavitra maintained? Funnily enough, the main power source of the city is PIZEOELECTRICITY. (The power created through kinetic movement.) The more the citizens moved, the more power could be stored in the great chambers beneath the city. But now the citizens don't bother walking. Only the continuously moving Drogher (taxi system) maintains the tiny bit of power Pavitra has left.

So, readers, it seems our intrepid Dr. Hazen will have a lot of discovery, and a lot of work, to do in Pavitra City. Want to know more? REDSHIFT will be published in December, 2016!

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