Interview with K.A. Emmons Author of The Blood Race
That’s an excellent question. I truly think that what defines me as a person and as a writer are definitely one and the same… for me, writing is simply part of who I am. It’s how I understand myself and the world around me. Writing is how I think and live. It helps me in every imaginable way. I’m a very faith-oriented person, and my writing is much the same; the stories I weave create themselves, springing from this idea that anything is possible, and that we are innately powerful beings with limitless potential. It’s ideas like these that totally power me as a person, and as a writer.
Did you tell friends and family that you were writing a book? Or did it take a while to come out and tell friends and family you were a writer?
I’ve been writing seriously since I was around 11 years old, and my family was actually instrumental in inspiring and encouraging me to write. I have incredibly inspiring artists for parents, and they were always motivating me to find my own path and pursue my dreams in unconventional ways. On top of that, my sister and I have always been very close. She’s a writer herself, and we spent most of our childhood sitting around our family’s dining room table with pots of tea and ink on our fingers; scribbling away at some new story idea.
What do you want your readers to take away from your books?
If even one of my readers takes away this idea that we are powerful and made for so much, well, I’d be thrilled. In my stories and characters I see a common race toward something bigger – a concept that fills me: that we are far more powerful than we realize, and that, no matter who we are, or where we come from, there is a warrior inside each and every single one of us, just waiting to break out.
Where do your story ideas come from? If they come to you in the middle of the night, do you get up and write them all down?
Ideas typically come flying at me like a rabid goose from out of left field, and I’m frightfully notorious for never writing anything down. I’m a brooder, so I typically just spend 90% of my time and energy thinking about the story and turning it round in my mind like a gem until the story is written and finished. I’ve always been fascinated by the illusive randomness of inspiration, actually – and how it often does come out of “nowhere”.
A peek between the pages of The Blood Race, Book One:
where I was or who I was really speaking to, in fact. Up until the car
incident, Sensei had simply been “the crazy old guy next door.” Now he was
beginning to feel like my only connection to sanity. I had no reason to trust
him, but something in me gravitated towards it.
you know about me?” I asked. “Hawk said that you’ve been watching me—how did
you find me? How did you know about my powers?”
eyes studied my face. “You still have not answered the question.”
for a moment, then let go of a sigh. “I don’t know the answer to your question.
I don’t even know who I am.”
to know who you are?” I nodded slightly.
the answer to the question,” he said. “You wish to learn who you really are.
Where you have come from. And it is for that reason that you have been brought
here.”
asked.
were created to protect that which is to come, Ion.”
it for a moment before shaking my head. “I don’t get it.” “Every generation to
walk the earth has, hidden within its repetition and
who will resist. A few who will realize that they are inherently different from
others,” Sensei replied. “Most will follow the pattern cut through the density
of the forest, because they are afraid to stray from that which is familiar.
But a few will stray—the anomalies. Those who recognize their own powers and
allow their abilities to guide them.”
word again. The word that had provoked me to the point of driving a knife
through Hawk’s hand only hours before. Coming from him, though, it didn’t have
the same effect.
dimension to protect you. Because you are the only ones who have awakened to
protect the future from what it has become.”
what the future is going to be like?” I asked. “You talk about it like it
already exists.”
said, “I have seen it.” “You’ve seen the future?”
I looked for the right word. “Dimension. You created it?”
“Wait, what?”
Hawk, when you altered reality with your very thoughts, you projected that
which is within you into that which is without. When you practice that for
eternity, this,” he gestured towards our surroundings, “is the result.”
every one of us… every one of the anomalies?” “From past, present, and future.”
starting to hurt.
one who fixed my face, weren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Sensei nodded. “I
could imagine how much it hurt.”
imagined correctly.” I laughed mirthlessly. “God, this is
choice to make, Ion. Hawk will teach you how to utilize the portals, and you
may come and go.” He folded his hands. “Or you may return to your world
permanently—but you must tell no one what we have discussed or what you have
seen here.”
stay,” I said, without hesitation, surprising myself.
A peek between the pages of Worlds Beneath, Book Two:
if I said I wasn’t scared. The very things that were potential beacons of hope
were also bright red warning flags. There was no way for me to know what I was
walking into.
nightfall. Until the sky was dark and the stars were like sparkling pinpricks
in satin overhead. I watched him light a fresh fire after failing to rekindle
the last, using two rocks. It reminded me of my own newly acquired ability to
channel fire. When I thought about it, I could practically feel the heat
tingling in the tips of my wings.
cross-legged, by the fire, and the black wolves dispersed into the woods,
seeming on edge as the starlight flickered down through the trees. I heard
distant howls on occasion.
features were illuminated by the crackling fire. He seemed to have all but
forgotten I was there. He held a small journal in his hand and seemed to be
writing or making a sketch with charcoal.
again and went inside the shelter, and the opportunity for me to make my
entrance presented itself.
branch and flew several yards into the forest. I landed softly on the ground
below and transformed back into my human form. I didn’t want him to know I
could shift; that had to remain a secret.
my clothes and took a shaky breath.
halt at the very edge of the clearing, waiting to see if and when he would
emerge from the shelter. When he didn’t, I finally stepped forward into the
clearing.
in towards the flickering shades of yellow and orange. The snap of a twig under
my foot disrupted the chorus of crickets and the distant, occasional howls. It
was enough to cause an audible stir from within the shelter. A moment later the
curtain parted. The dark eyes met mine from across the flames. He stared at me
like someone who hadn’t seen another living soul in a hundred years.
completely. The connection between our eyes didn’t falter.
he asked, in a curious voice edged with an accent. “Where did you come from?”
deep breath, debating what kind of cover story to give.
replied slowly. “I followed one of the black wolves, and it led me here.”
watching his expression closely. “Where exactly is this place?” I asked.
for a moment longer, seeming puzzled by the question, and then he looked around
us. “Must everything have a name?” He seemed to be musing more than asking. “It
is reality. I know nothing beyond it.”
questioned. “You’ve always lived here?” He nodded. “It certainly feels like
it.”
here?” He nodded again. “How is that possible?”
turning his attention back to me. “Could I not ask the same of you?”
come up with something to say.
place like this, but covered in snow.” I thought back to the tunnel in the
embankment. “And then the wolf led me here. The wolves you talk to.”
moment longer and then smiled. “I talk to them because they are mine.”
the fire, picking up the journal and closing it. “It is hard for you to
understand, but if you stay, you will learn that no one knows where exactly
this place is.”
pick up a stick with which he began prodding the fire. “And no one knows how to
leave,” he said, seeming to muse once more to himself. “Or should I say,
escape.”
for a moment. “I don’t want to stay.” “You wish to find your way home, then?”
It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with The Blood Race Trilogy!
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Celebration of A Demon’s Witch – Ebook SALE 99Cents
I’m celebrating the third anniversary of A DEMON’S WITCH publication, September of 2015. Can you believe it? This is the book that started it all – The awarding winning series and my career as a published author. In August the fourth book in the series released, An Angel’s Unintentional Entanglement to rave reviews AND come December 2018 the fifth book A Magic Redemption will release. WOW, just Wow!I’m so grateful to all the wonderful people that made it possible, I’m putting A Demon’s Witch on sale over the next few weeks other books will be on sale! A huge THANK YOU to my readers! Soooo… An early treat to get you in the mood for upcoming spooktacular Halloween! A Demon’s Witch e-book is on sale for 99 cents for a limited time! Download your copy today! In the upcoming A Witch’s Journey and others will be on sale too.
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A Demon’s Witch
With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, she sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of paranormal creatures, with a Navy SEAL or two mixed in telling their tales. Her books tell stories of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them. Travel, a bit of mystery, and adventure flourish in her books, as well as, an occasional companion animal. Stop by and visit a spell. You can find her at:
Thank you for helping me celebrate with me today. Pick up a copy of A DEMON’S WITCH and enjoy a reprieve from the ordinary world and adventure into a romantic fantasy filled with the magic of a feel good tale!
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Dynamic Writing Duo M. Goldsmith & A. Malin Authors of The House of Fire
Give a warm welcome to M. Goldsmith and A. Malin authors of The House of Fire. Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Mel and Anita and The House of Fire. 
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Tell us a little about The House of Fire.
Powered by Fire. Consumed by Passion. Taken by Evil
Ashlyn Woods, Fire Guardian of Aether, never imagined she would be kidnapped by a doctor driven by obsession and greed. His nefarious plan includes harnessing Ashlyn’s powers for profit and revenge. Consumed by unimaginable forces that draw him to her, it falls upon Hawk, the Protector, to rescue the tempestuous Fire Guardian. Their unrequited passion and an inexplicable magnetic pull wax and wane between the two. Ashlyn and Hawk, together, uncover a shared telepathic link they must tap into in order to bring her home safely. Soon they discover, by opening their hearts, the connection between them goes deeper than either of them ever imagined.
Ash curled herself into a tight ball on the bed and wrapped up in the scratchy blanket. If I ever get out of this place, I’m going to proposition Hawk and tell him once and for all how I feel about him. I’m going to tell him, I think about him night and day. How I long for him to hold me in his arms and to kiss me senseless. Now if only he could find me. Still feeling weak from the drugs, weariness overtook her, and she slept focusing her thoughts on Hawk.
Even in her sleep, Ashlyn could sense the air around her humming with energy. Her mind was consumed with Hawk, and she unwittingly connected to him. Reaching deep, her concentration intense, she begged him to help her. A feeling of warmth filled her, and her nose twitched when she caught a whiff of Hawk’s woodsy, masculine scent. Without warning the door to their link was suddenly slammed shut, and Hawk was forcibly ripped from her mind. Waking with a start, Ashlyn bolted upright.
“Dear Goddess, I actually felt him!” she exclaimed, in shock. “But how?”
Ash sensed the loss immediately. There had always been a connection with Hawk, but this was something altogether different, something stronger, something, much more. Hope flickered inside her. Now, if only she could do it again.
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Interview Claire Marti Author of Sunset in Laguna
Give a warm welcome to Claire Marti, author of Sunset in Laguna, third in the Finding Forever in Laguna series. Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about 
Sunset in Laguna and Claire’s thoughts on why romance matters. Is love a superpower?
LOVE IS A SUPERPOWER: WHY ROMANCE MATTERS
“It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love. Only love will truly save the world.” Wonder Woman from the awesome movie. Love is a superhero power!
We can all be superheroes. Love heals everything. Love is strength. Love is power. Love comes from within. I’m talking love in all its forms: love for yourself, love for nature and the world, and love for your fellow humans and animals. No matter what is going on in your life, acting from a place of self-love will allow you to be your most powerful.
I enjoy writing romances where the characters need to heal their own wounds before they can truly love another person. In my latest book, SUNSET IN LAGUNA, both Christian and Kelly battle personal demons that have caused them to be mired in fear. Once they are able to peel away the layers of armor restricting them, they find the courage to live a life filled with love. Now my characters (or you and me for that matter) may not save the world like Wonder Woman, but everyone can learn to be their greatest self.
Love and fear are often said to be the only two emotions. Or, I like to think of love as an absence of fear. Closing yourself off to protect from pain only prevents you from accepting love. What would it take to release the fear, to process the pain, to lift your hands up in the air in reckless abandon and accept you’re on this ride called life? Sickness, death, lost love—we all experience these realities of life. Gather your courage and enter the darkness. Trust yourself.
Trust that you have the ability to regenerate and love again. When you forgive those who’ve harmed you, you open your heart. Come on, open your heart and share your love with the world. Use your superpowers! And check out Christian and Kelly’s story to see how they discovered theirs.
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Tell us a little about your new release SUNSET IN LAGUNA.
Returning to Laguna Beach after four tours in the Middle East, Christian Wolfe leaves the military behind and buys a wine bar, vowing to keep his life simple. He fights to keep his devastating PTSD a secret and refuses to burden anyone else with his baggage. When stunning Kelly Prescott and her red stilettos saunter into town, she drives him past the bonds of his self-control.
Successful in her father’s stuffy law firm, Kelly’s too compassionate to survive in the cutthroat world of corporate litigation. Leaving behind both family and courtroom drama, she moves to Laguna to become general counsel for a nonprofit veterans’ organization.
She didn’t bargain on a gorgeous modern-day Heathcliff, and in Christian, she sees another kind of challenge—one she can’t resist.
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A sneak peek between the pages of SUNSET IN LAGUNA.
“Scared? Of this? No.” Still, he didn’t bend down to pet the alien-looking object. He didn’t want to encourage her attentions.
Kelly leaned in to pet Olive, and her hand brushed his denim-clad leg. Even through the heavy material, a spark of heat ignited and shot straight up his thigh. Damn. Maybe the dog was safer?
Olive shifted her attention to his other leg and began dancing a little jig. What the hell was wrong with it?
“Come on, Christian. Just pick her up. Poor thing seems to be half in love with you.” Kelly laughed again. “Oh fine.” He leaned down and grasped the little beast by its plump midsection. “What is it? Not really a dog, right?” He held the ten pounds of fur aloft, and it locked its bug eyes onto his. Was she grinning at him? Her pink tongue lolled out of the right side of her mouth.
“Give her a little hug. Don’t just hold her out there.” Melinda’s brisk tone brooked no argument.
Geez. Fine. He snuggled the dog against his shoulder, and he could have sworn she sighed in ecstasy. She laid her head on his shoulder and gazed up at him. Even he could see the worship in her eyes. Figures this ugly little creature would latch onto him. He gave a few gentle pats to the rolls of fat on her back and set her down.
“There. Are you happy?” He glanced at Kelly, who was grinning, looking incredibly gorgeous. He’d much rather snuggle her sexy little body into his shoulder.
“Are you sure it’s a dog? And how could it help a disabled vet?” He directed his gaze at Melinda. Weren’t service dogs usually Labs or other large breeds who could provide physical assistance if needed?
“I’ll tell you. Come on. We’ll let Olive and Howard finish training while we continue the tour.” Melinda headed back toward the metal gate, and they trailed behind her.
Before they could exit the pen, Olive darted out and slammed against his ankles. He peered down, and sure enough she was gazing up at him with stars in her Bette Davis eyes. She hopped and yipped, apparently wanting to be carried. Some service dog.
“Olive, go back to Howard,” Melinda commanded.
“We’re about done, so she can follow along with you on the tour,” Howard called with a smirk on his freckled face.
“Great,” he muttered. Olive looked up at him in triumph and marched next to him. He’d probably trip over her and break his neck.
REVIEW LINKS:
5 Stars Wild Women Reviews: http://wildwomenreviews.blogspot.com/2018/08/sunset-in-laguna-claire-marti.html
About the Author:
Claire Marti started writing stories as soon as she was old enough to pick up pencil and paper. After graduating from the University of Virginia with a BA in English Literature, Claire was sidetracked by other careers, including practicing law, selling software for legal publishers, and managing a non-profit animal rescue for a Hollywood actress.
Finally, Claire followed her heart and now focuses on two of her true passions: writing romance and teaching yoga. At Last in Laguna is the second book in her Finding Forever in Laguna series from The Wild Rose Press.
Website: www.clairemarti.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ClaireMartiAuthor/
Twitter: @clairepmarti
Instagram: @clairepmarti
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8203678.Claire_Marti
It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with SUNSET IN LAGUNA!
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