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Cover Reveal for Artemis’s Hunt, by Lia Davis

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Artemis’s Hunt ~ Sons of War novella 2.5

By Lia Davis

Deception broke her heat. The truth fuels her hunt.

Coming September 2, 2014

 

ArtemisHunt72Artemis, goddess of the hunt, has lived with heartache for the last fifteen hundred years, believing her only love is dead. That’s what her father—Zeus, king of the gods—told her. After recent events brought the truth to light, Artemis must gather the courage to face her lost love again.

Evangelos, former god of messengers, was content living in the mortal world until he discovered he has a daughter and her mother is Artemis. When the goddess shows up at his place of employment with tales of renewing his god status, he’s skeptical. Zeus wouldn’t reverse the curse out of the goodness of his heart. There is always a catch. The god king wants something in return.

When Artemis explains she has to hunt down her stepmother, Hera, in order to get Evan back into Zeus’s good graces, Evan demands to accompany her. However, the journey turns out to be a test that could bring them closer together or tear them apart forever.

 

Sons of War series to date

War’s Passion, book 1

Ashes of War, book 2

Artemis’s Hunt, book 2.5

More to come…

Two day reveal giveaway:

Lia will be giving away FIVE eCopies of book one of the series, War’s Passion.
Follow the Rafflecopter instructions below to enter. Good Luck!

Direct link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/5b563545/

Bio:

Lia Davis is the author of the bestselling shifter series, Ashwood Falls, a mother to two young adults and three kitties, a wife to her soul mate, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!

An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very active imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing is stress reliever that allows her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.

Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.

 

Social media links:

Website: http://www.authorliadavis.com/

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5829989.Lia_Davis

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Lia-Davis/e/B007Z0BH7S/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

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NEW Cover Reveal for DISTORTION: Same great story inside!

Created by the fabulous Rachel Olson of  NO SWEAT GRAPHICS, here’s the new cover for DISTORTION! Same great story inside, hot new cover on the outside…

 

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James White has it all, looks, brains, and a charming personality. But in his romance cover model’s world, those blessings have become a curse. A colleague has blurred the line between life in front of the camera and reality; distorting the truth, and turning a friendship into a dangerous obsession.

Hope Evans had a dream job, working with sexy, hot photographs; turning authors’ dreams into award-winning covers. When unexpectedly laid off, she must find her namesake in life … some kind of hope for her future. Can a birthday wish give her what she truly desires? They say be careful what you wish for.

Destiny brings Jamie and Hope what they’ve been seeking: each other. Fate also throws in a psychopath and her equally sinister sister, both hell-bent on making Jamie and Hope’s world a living hell.

A hero on thousands of romance covers; can he be one for real when lives are on the line?

 

EXCERPT:

“Ow! Son of a bitch!” What the hell had she stepped on? Bending over, she looked down to find a large shard of a shell sticking up out of the sand. Damn it! She picked up her right foot to inspect it and watched as droplets of blood mixed in with the crushed shells and cigarette butts. Well, isn’t this just grand? So much for starting out on the right foot. The cut on her sole bled profusely, and she wasn’t quite sure how to staunch it other than cover it with her shirt. Thank goodness she’d worn a bathing suit underneath her clothes. But how to get back to her house? She snorted. Good question, Hope. Now what’s the answer?

She looked around for anyone that might be as crazy as she for coming out so early, but not a soul joined her. Great. Now what? Her foot throbbed in rhythm with her heart. She needed to get it washed, bandaged, and up in the air quickly. She searched around again, this time to see how close any of the beach houses were that dotted past the dunes. The one nearest had sea green shingles and a white wrap around porch. It had a very non-assuming and friendly look. She’d been judged by the book covers she created, so she figured the house may very well be a good reflection of its owner.

Hobbling through the sand and up the dunes gave her quite a workout. Every step she took made her wince and left a little token of her affection for the sea, a bloody footprint. Her once white tank top now wrapped clumsily around her foot, boasted a horrid shade of deep red. She reached the apex of the sand hill and saw the silhouette of a person sitting on the porch.

“Hello? Hello!” She waved her arms high in the air. “Excuse me; I could use a little help. I’ve cut my foot and I’m bleeding like a stuck pig.” The blob didn’t move. Did she mistake an outdoor statue for a person? She hoped not because she felt like crap at this point. Gathering her energy, Hope drew in a deep breath and projected her voice. “Excuse me! Can you help me, please? Hello? Oh….”

The world according to Hope whirled around her and spun out of control. Her body crumbled and rolled down the dune toward the house. Abruptly, all went dark.

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She soared through the clouds, catching the wind beneath her wings. Coming out of her fog, she realized instead that someone had been carrying her and walking at the same time. But who? Her brain swam like when she’d twirled a hundred times on the grass as a child. Opening her eyes, she looked up at her savior and thought she must still be in “La La Land.” A strong jawline, a straight nose, and five o’clock shadow graced the profile of a Greek god. A hairband captured dark brown hair at the base of his neck. Her foot twitched and she groaned.

“Easy now, I’ve got you. My name is James White and I’m just gonna bring you onto my porch to see to that foot of yours.”

“Oh, thank you, James. I’m Hope Evans. I don’t feel so well. I stepped on a shell. My foot is cut real bad.” Her head fell back onto his chest like a rag doll.

“Hi there, Hope. Don’t worry. I’m certified.” He laid her gently on a chaise lounge, grabbed a few pillows from some other chairs and placed them under her foot. “I’ll be right back. I need to get my first aid kit, and I think a cup of OJ for you to drink might help, too.” His smile reassured her that all would be well. He ducked inside giving her a chance to look around. She’d missed most of the sunrise, but she didn’t care anymore. Due to a kindhearted fellow, she’d found an angel at dawn instead.

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Surrounded by many, and yet still all alone…

How many times have I heard it from people on Facebook? I’m in a crowd of people and still feel so alone. I AM one of those people. Always have been, and I guess always will be. Unfortunately, I come to friendships and circles of friends a tad too late to be considered anybody’s best friend. Someone always occupies that space already. How dare I even consider trying to be more than just a runner-up? How dare I even hope that there’s room in someone’s heart for more than one best friend? 

It may sound foolish and grade school-ish to you, but I must say, it certainly doesn’t feel that way to me. I know that I’m my husband’s best friend. I know that I’m loved by my children and they enjoy hanging out with me. I know that I like myself enough to be my own best friend, but that gets monotonous, especially after all these years. 

I’ve known friends for 25 years now. Got drunk with them, laughed with them, listened to them when they were sad or frustrated or to soothe them as they complain about others. Missed them terribly once I moved away. And still, I have learned, that 25 years has yet to put me in the “best friend” category. Those spots are still taken, and there’s still no room at the inn.

I realized this conundrum last year, after having moved to Arizona 8 years ago, and when it came to making friends through my writing. Everyone seemed to have made their “best friends” pairings or groups and I was the newest add-on. Liked, appreciated, maybe even loved, but never yet considered a “best friend.” I never dreamed I would have to face that reality with friends I’ve had for 25 years.

So, what’s the magic potion? What’s the password? And what the hell do I do now? I grieve for the loss of a perceived place I thought I’d finally earned in the circle. Then, I pick myself up by the bootstraps, kick this girl in the ass, and search for the one person, the one woman on this earth who at our ripe old age hasn’t quite found her “Number 1″ yet either. Is she out there?

I have no fucking clue. But I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna continue searching for someone else who’s been passed over, like me. Someone who’s looking to call each other “MY PERSON”, like Christina and Meredith in Grey’s Anatomy. Someone who doesn’t think twice about recognizing our relationship as a cut above the others. 

Until then, I shall continue on as I have- smiling and laughing, and enjoying friendships, but knowing my place. Heck, I’m a fiction writer. I can write myself into one hell of a story where I have exactly what I’ve always sought. I can create my own HEA.

 

 


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I’m Very “Hoppy” to Meet You…

Thank you to Kris Tualla for “tagging” me in this Blog Hop! I enjoy getting to know people and hope you enjoy getting to know me a bit.

I am an author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and contemporary romantic suspense.  It seems the longer I write, the darker my stories get, but I just can’t get enough of Good vs Evil! When I’m not writing, I teach language arts to middle school kids. I have two teenage daughters and my wonderful husband knows that’s why I dye my hair religiously.These are a few of my favorite things: writing and reading of course, chocolate, listening to music with lyrics or melodies that speak to me, soaking baths, singing in the shower, dancing, photography, scrapbooking, and laughing at jokes because, Lord knows, I can’t tell one!

 

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1. What am I working on now?

Currently, I am working on ANGEL RISING, Brethren Series Book 4. Hannah Livingston, the child sought after by Satan in TRINITY, has grown up and is about to become immortal on her 36th birthday. He’s back for her with a vengeance, but he’s about to find out just how powerful a Brethren Warrior she really is. Apocalyptic changes, a new war, and a complicated love for the ages. This is one story not to be missed!

2. How does my work differ from other books in its genre?

Many other authors who write paranormal romance and use angels in their stories cast them as fallen or blended with other characteristics. My angels are SUPERHEROES… with issues. No matter what story you read of the Brethren, you can rest assured that they will always be the good guys. Troubled sometimes? Yes. Conflicted a lot? For sure. My angels, although immortal, have very human flaws that they wrestle with for eternity.

3. Why do I write what I do?

I am drawn to the endless battle of good versus evil- in our daily lives as well as fiction. So, I choose to write stories with happy endings, because no matter how dark and desperate it gets, no matter how beaten down the good have become, they will also rise victoriously to rule the world.

4. How does my writing process work?

I usually begin with a “what if” question and let it percolate in my mind for a while. As possible answers arise, a story emerges. From that point, I get pretty technical. I choose a setting and research it thoroughly. I want to know not just what it looks like, but what it FEELS like to be there. What am I hearing? Touching? Seeing? Tasting? Then, I create in-depth biographical sketches of my characters. Readers may never know everything about my characters, but I must in order to deliver 3-dimensional characters people will care about. Next, I write a very short synopsis of the story for me to refer to as I write. Finally, I WRITE THE STORY, revise and edit a gazillion times, and send it off to either my personal editor or my publisher’s editor, depending on which publishing path I take for a story.

THANKS FOR JOINING ME HERE TODAY. Check out the place, and if you like, enter my world…
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COVER REVEAL! Finding Lost, a romantic suspense from Fated Desires Publishing

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How could anyone be miserable in paradise? Carrie Samuels could write a book about it. Far away from her family and friends, she’s fled to Isla Mujéres hoping to escape a relentless stalker who knew how to torment and leave no calling card. What started out as a short-term solution has turned into a long-term jail sentence on a tropical island.

Painfully handsome, with a killer smile and well-hewn body, Dillon McMahon left his past behind and plans to spend the rest of his life off the grid on Isla Mujéres, the perfect place to dig in. Living next door to a sexy, quirky, and mysterious woman makes it all the sweeter.

When Carrie and Dillon’s pasts collide with the present, it threatens their budding relationship and sends them into a maelstrom of danger, abduction, and attempted murder. Sometimes, no matter how far you run, you just can’t hide.

 COMING 2015!!


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Our Children Under Cover…

I am an educator. I teach children the skills to be literate, math literate, scientifically literate, geographically literate, and socially literate. I am teacher, counselor, friend, parent, and bodyguard to 120 students every year. That’s right. In the wake of nearly weekly school shootings, every day that I step foot in my school, I am signing on to be my students’ protector. I do it gladly, hopeful that my own children’s teachers feel the same. What is happening across America, an all-out assault on our schools and the people inside, is not a school problem. It is a societal problem.

Let’s start with parents in our society. I am one. I have two teenagers. You better believe I took a lot of time and energy, many hours of talking and listening, and still do, to make sure my kids have the tools they need when they reach rough spots academically and socially. When I see the slightest change to my kids’ appearance, demeanor, attitude, I check in. Not with, “Are you okay?” That will only get me a quick, “Yeah, I’m fine. Geez!” Instead I tell them they seem a little off. I ask them what’s going on, and wait patiently for an answer. Why? Sometimes those answers are long in coming. Parents need patience when dealing with kids and their issues. Parents need to be persistent and consistent with the time and care they give their kids. 

When I hear about the students who’ve shot and killed others in their schools, about how they were loners, on the fringe, detached, possibly bullied, I think to myself… where is the parental support? Folks, it’s time to stop bullying the public education system and start putting responsibility first where it should go- on the shoulders of  US, parents. The education system is simply that. Academic. Due to the growing numbers of  parents lacking parenting skills, though, the system is now considered a surrogate, and must also include socialization to its list of curriculum. Teaching values, morals, social and emotional skills used to be OUR parental job. In my opinion, it still should be. But our schools must provide this kind of education because we have an ever-growing population of parents who were never taught by their parents either. We have hordes of families in our society that may live under the same roof, but have no emotional connection to each other whatsoever. So, rather than  parents asking the tough questions of their kids and being responsible about their mental health, they let them  slam the bedroom doors and isolate themselves, repress their anger, and let depression consume their entire being.

Now let’s add another layer onto this systemic problem- mental illness and a major reduction of government subsidies for programs. Some of these shooters have had a history of mental illness. Being a Psychology major in college, and keeping up with the field, I have read articles over the years about government funding being slashed for the sake of  balancing state budgets. The impact of these reductions is staggering, with group homes closed, valuable programs cut, and resources hard to find.  What are parents to do?! “These costs can be exceptionally large over the lifetime given that the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) estimates that two-thirds of children with lifetime mental health problems never receive treatment. This takes substantial emotional and financial tolls on individuals and families, as well as the broader society. However, programs that address the mental health needs and provide services for youth show better outcomes in health and education that carry over the lifetime. For example, in the University of Chicago’s Crime Lab, therapy is being used to curb youth violence, especially amongst those with behavioral and mental health care needs.” (Mental Health Loses Funding As Government Continues Shutdown, Nicole Fisher, 10/2013) Cutting mental health programs opens a societal wound that cannot heal on its own, and plays a major role in the assault-on-schools crisis.

One final layer to add to these shocking crimes is gun control. I’m not afraid to discuss this here because I do believe we can all agree that we’ve got a huge problem. I believe in our right to bear arms, absolutely. I ALSO believe that if I want a gun, as is my right, I can exhibit patience while my background is checked thoroughly. Every person, no matter where a gun is sold (store, gun show, fair, online sales), should be required to wait for a background check to be done. And gun control doesn’t stop at a law, folks. How many shooters from these school shootings took a gun from their parents? RESPONSIBILITY is the issue. I have the RIGHT to bear arms, and I also have the RESPONSIBILITY to keep my guns protected and locked away from my children.

The picture above is of a product  made of the same material as bullet-proof vests. These children are practicing personal safety in a school, using the blankets to protect them against a crazed shooter running rampant in their school. It’s not just a picture mock-up. It’s a real product and being considered by some districts. It’s a band-aid for a symptom, not a cure for the disease. IS THIS WHERE WE ARE HEADED, PEOPLE?! If so, it’s a frightening future for our schools. Something must be done now. A shooting every week. That’s our current statistic. Look here: http://everytown.org/article/schoolshootings/ 

 

SCHOOL IS SUPPOSED TO BE A SAFE HAVEN FOR OUR CHILDREN. I shouldn’t live in fear as I drive to school each day, wondering if my school or my children’s schools will be the next target, and neither should you. 

 

*Just a warning to those who may want to post comments on this piece… I welcome your comments. I will not tolerate disrespect of any kind. Healthy debate is one thing. Bashing another’s ideas is another, and won’t be tolerated. Any threats made, both overt and veiled will be reported to the authorities. Yes, this is the world we live in unfortunately. 


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Goodbye to the Best Imaginary Friend, Drop Dead Fred…

I just found out that Rick Mayall passed away. I’m heartbroken. Why? He played a role I shall never, ever forget as long as I live- DRop Dead Fred. I remember when the movie, DROP DEAD FRED, first came out. I’d seen it at a drive-in double feature with Don’t Tell Momma The Babysitter’s Dead. For me, DDF is an iconic film. Deliciously quirky,  all out hilarity, and a healthy dose of tearjerker moments as our heroine learns about herself and takes a stand.

I never had an imaginary friend. I would’ve loved one like Drop Dead Fred. He’s gross, funny, hates parents and all manner of rules. More than that, he loves the kid, Elizabeth,  who imagines him. He takes care of her even while getting her into loads of trouble. As she grows older, he disappears, but returns when a traumatic event brings him back into her life. More dreadful incidents ensue, but it all is meant to help Elizabeth confront her submissive, passive self and finally grow up to stand tall against her witch of a mother and asshole of a husband for the sake of her true self.

So Drop Dead Fred is really gone. Forever. No matter what, he’s not coming back. Of course, there’s the movie on DVD, which I’m about to purchase, but the man who portrayed an imaginary friend to perfection has passed on. May he rest in peace and keep the angels upstairs in stitches with his crude jokes and fiendish  plots. 


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Arizona Dreamin’ Memories…

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I can’t believe it! Arizona Dreamin’ 2014 is… OVER. We spent a year planning a weekend event, and like a Thanksgiving dinner that takes all day to make and is gone in 20 minutes, so too, has Arizona Dreamin’ come and gone in the blink of an eye. The planning was so much fun… the meetings with buddies, the sharing of ideas to make AD even stronger, the knowledge that our friends would be returning for more fun and frolic. 

Teaching how to craft dark moments at Buildin’ the Dream was so much fun and rewarding to have folks come up and thank me for helping them get “unstuck” or help them make their WIPs stronger. Book clubs at AD were a blast! Great questions, fun prizes, super people. The Broad’s Way entertainment rocked! The auction, high energy.

I’m not gonna get all mushy here. I’ll just say that Sunday is always the hardest day. When I returned home this year, I couldn’t stop crying through dinner. Why? Most of the attendees are my close friends who live all over the country. Saying goodbye felt like knives cutting through my heart over and over again. In fact, I ran away before I had to say goodbye to one of them. I just couldn’t bear it. The pain and sadness of goodbyes is worth it for the amount of fun and camaraderie that is packed into an Arizona Dreamin’ weekend.

 

 

Wanna see some fun pics of the events? Visit my facebook page and friend me! www.facebook.con/deena.remiel

Wanna experience Arizona Dreamin’ and/or Buildin’ the Dream  for yourself? I’d love to see you next year! www.arizonadreaminevent.com

 


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TO ALL THE WOMEN WHO ARE JUST LIKE MOMS TO SOMEONE,
TO ALL THE MOMS OUT THERE, TO ALL THE DAUGHTERS OUT THERE WHO SEE THEMSELVES IN THIS POEM,

AND TO MY OWN MOTHER… HAPPY MOTHER’S, GRANDMOTHER’S, AND SOON-TO-BE GREAT GRANDMOTHER’S DAY!

embrace

Mother’s Nature

an instinctive  propensity to protect
to shield from the harsh realities of the world
providing shelter from the cruelties that lie beyond her embrace

within her cocoon
lies safety, comfort, and joy

 a gentle prod to go explore
a heart wrenching nod, an overzealous smile of assurance
as one step is taken with a tentative glance, then two
never looking back again

invisible tethers woven from the fabric of time
strong and secure
ready to reel in and release

an eternal place to migrate to again and again
a place called, home

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