I would just like to say a HUGE thank you to Christie for being so generous to giveaway 2 e-book copies of Five and 2 e-book copies of Dark Matter and a BIG thank you to all the peeps that have entered. Now on to the winners…
Monday, 30 April 2012
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
When I first developed the concept behind my Daughters of Saraqael trilogy, I never considered making it into a series. In truth, knowing what I do now about the young adult market, I might have even considered writing a standalone novel instead of an entire trilogy if I had to do it over again. I’ve read more blogs by readers and reviewers begging for standalones than I ever imagined!
That said, by the time I finished Foretold, the third book in the Daughters of Saraqael trilogy, I found myself writing an unexpected epilogue. In it, one of the secondary characters is about to embark on an adventure…which left me little choice but to write at least one more book. I wasn’t sure what that next book would look like or whether there would be any interest in it, but I released the Daughters of Saraqael trilogy without changing that epilogue.
That was on July 24th, 2011. I think my internal debate about whether to follow my initial impulse and write more books about the Estilorians lasted a total of two days. After that, I already had feedback from my first readers that told me I absolutely had to write more books about the Estilorians.
Enter the Firstborn trilogy.
Writing a follow-up trilogy is astonishingly challenging. After all, the Daughters of Saraqael trilogy came to a rather concrete end. But my readers fell in love with the main characters of Becoming, Central and Foretold, and they’ve asked me time and again whether they’ll get to continue following their stories.
The thing is, the stories of those characters have all been told. Now it’s time for their children to take the stage. This required me to carefully balance incorporating the main characters from the first trilogy with the new characters in the new one. I’ve got to satisfy my existing Estilorian fans while catching the attention of those who haven’t yet read the first trilogy. Since Defy (Book One of the Firstborn Trilogy) releases soon, I suppose I’ll find out soon enough if I succeeded!
Will this be the end of the series of books about the Estilorians? Well, I haven’t yet finished Elder, the third book in the trilogy…so who knows? But like I did with the first trilogy, I’ll let my readers guide me. If they stop asking for more books in the series, I’ll know it’s time to move on.
I’ll leave you with an excerpt from Defy, which releases on April 30th. I hope you’ll check it out and let me know if you’re now an Estilorian fan!
The pain was unimaginable. She dragged herself along the ground with her one working arm, at turns scrabbling at tree roots or shrubs and at others digging her hand as deep into the earth as she could manage before hauling her broken body as far as possible. In the past hour, she had moved approximately fifteen feet.
She knew she was going to die. The horrors that had been visited upon her were so atrocious that she couldn’t even think of them now. It was as though a black haze coated her memory.
But her attackers had left her in sight of a platform that could get her to Central. They had no way of knowing it because, being Mercesti, they were unable to see the heavily enchanted travel system. The platform glimmered to her like a taunting beacon, however, bouncing lightly on the waves. If she’d had the required energy left, she would have extended her wings and flown to it.
Animal-like sounds left her throat as she struggled for the strength to move. If she could somehow get to the platform, perhaps someone at Central could help her. And if she was very fortunate, kyria Amber or archigos Gabriel might even be in attendance. They could heal her.
Once more, she stretched her right arm in front of her. The ground onto which she was emerging from the forest was sandy and open. If any of her attackers remained nearby, they would see her. While that thought terrified her, she couldn’t fight the instinct to survive. She knew she had to try. So she pressed her hand into the blazing hot sand until she had enough of a grip to pull herself. Then she strained her already aching bicep and heaved herself forward as much as she could.
She didn’t even move a foot.
Although she thought her attackers had wrought all of the tears from her, she realized now that wasn’t the case. They tracked down her bruised and broken face, joining with her sweat and plopping into the sand beneath her head. Heat radiated from the unforgiving surface beneath her, burning her already punished skin.
A sound to her right had her stiffening in fear. She made a whimpering sound as distinct footfalls grew nearer.
Her enemies must have returned to finish what they started. The tears continued unchecked as she carefully removed her hand from the sand in hopes she could do at least a little damage to the next male who hurt her. She would fight until she couldn’t.
But the being approaching her stopped on her left side. She tried to move her head toward her left and couldn’t. Another pained sound escaped her.
The presence knelt. He said, “Ah, Luvania. What have you gotten yourself into?”
She couldn’t turn her head and her vision was blurred by tears and exhaustion, but recognition was immediate. Although she hadn’t heard that voice in over fifty years, she could identify it. He still managed to sound both impatient with the world and infinitely bored by it. And at the moment, there was a gentleness beneath his tone she would never have expected.
“I am afraid your injuries are beyond my ability to repair,” he said. “I have seen others emerge from the water where you appear to be trying to reach. I can get you to the platform with your assistance.”
She couldn’t find the energy to speak, so made another sound in her throat and moved her head in a form of a nod.
“This will hurt.”
He lifted her. Pain screamed through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut against it. When she again opened her eyes, she realized they were in the water. She must have passed out.
“Thought I might have lost you there,” he said. “Are you ready for placement on the platform?”
Why would he not get on it with her? The thought floated through her head and then faded as insignificant. They had only a couple feet more to go. Extending her right arm toward the platform, she indicated she was ready. He obligingly moved forward. When her hand came into contact with the platform, more tears welled in her eyes. He settled her on it and stepped away.
“Good fortune to you, Luvania,” he said.
She once again thought to ask why he wasn’t accompanying her, but by then she was lifting into the sky.
The trip took an eternity. She lost consciousness more than once. Each time, she saw her rescuer’s face in her mind, though she hadn’t actually glimpsed him during their encounter. Thoughts of him from the past as well as what he had just done for her kept her focused, overriding the brutality she had endured.
She wanted to thank him. Wanted to praise him for giving her hope merely moments after she had given up and decided she was going to die. She wanted to help him as he had helped her. Surely he needed her help if he was living on the mainland and had removed himself from existence for over five decades.
Her delirium grew. Thinking became difficult. But at long last, through vision that was slowly fading to gray, she saw the outline of Central approaching.
She had made it.
The platform eased its way into Central’s loading bay. The darkness of the underground cavern had her blinking to try and focus. It did her no good.
Her brain registered the sounds around her, but couldn’t interpret them. The pain had leeched from her body. She understood then that it had all been for nothing. Her efforts. His efforts. For nothing.
“Holy light!” she heard.
There were other sounds. Other exclamations. People touching her. But she no longer felt anything. She registered only one lingering image.
“Luvania, can you hear me?”
Something flickered in her mind at the echoing voice. Caoilinn.
“Luvania, can you tell us who did this to you?” the Lekwuesti commander asked, her words filled with urgency.
She wanted to tell them. They needed to know. Others would be at risk as she had been. There were dangers beyond any Estilorian’s knowledge lurking on the mainland.
So she struggled to work her strained vocal chords as darkness clouded her mind. There was something important she had to tell them. Wasn’t there?
Then she remembered. The image she had carried with her on the ride to Central. Someone she needed to help.
And with her last breath, she told them.
Raine Thomas is the author of a bestselling series of YA fantasy romance novels about the Estilorian plane, including the Daughters of Saraqael trilogy and the upcoming Firstborn trilogy. She is a proud member of Romance Writers of America and is a contributing blogger to The Writer's Voice.
When she isn’t planning weddings, writing or glued to social networking sites, she can usually be found on one of Florida’s beautiful beaches with her husband and daughter or crossing the border to visit with her Canadian friends and relatives.
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Friday, 20 April 2012
I’ve always loved stories. I had the pleasure growing up of being surrounded by cousins and friends with vivid imaginations. Every summer during my childhood, my family would travel to
UGH. I honestly don’t know how I did it. You see, there is part of me that craves a good story like the rest of me craves good chocolate. I have to have it. I guess I probably made due with TV and movies during those years, but one day I picked up a book and haven’t stopped since. I can’t stand to be without something great to read.
It wasn’t until a few years later, after I read Twilight and a million other books after that, that I discovered I had a story of my own to tell. The first glimpse of the Elemental Enmity Series came to me in the form of a little pixie named Fexlie. She flitted into my mind after a long day at work. At that time, I commuted forty five minutes each way to work, so I had plenty of time to daydream. Fexlie was so real and vibrant, I couldn’t get her out of my head. She introduced me to Rayla and other characters followed. Pretty soon I had the foundations of a real story—something I never thought was possible for me.
One of my good friends had told me she wanted to be a writer, and since I had this story, I tried to give it to her. She refused, like the good friend she is, and told me that if I had a story, I needed to write it. I couldn’t let the story go, so I did just that.
I’ve had the best fun of my life writing, and I can’t imagine a time where I would stop.
Sick of provincial living and the dictates of her aunt, Rayla flees the safety of her home and runs away to college with her best friend. Unfortunately, excitement over her newfound freedom is short-lived when she finds herself being chased by a mysterious stranger on her way to school. She is drawn to him immediately; however, she somehow manages to resist the compulsion she feels. As he disappears into the night, she is certain he hasn't gone far.
Rayla struggles to deal with the encounter while adapting to her new environment. To make matters worse, Aunt Grace reveals that Rayla will be hunted by a pack of fae lords, each hoping to claim her power for his own. She soon finds herself surrounded by stunning men. Could they be fae, or is this just normal college life? More importantly, why does she feel drawn to each one of them? What dark power do they hold over her? She must quickly learn to fend off these beautiful and seductive pursuers using whatever means necessary or find herself lost to the fae world forever. – see my review here
In a desperate attempt to escape Heath, she accepts the help of a little troll and finally gets what she wants; however, her relief is short lived. Things go terribly wrong when a dark force closes in on her, threatening to steal her burgeoning power before she even has a chance to test her abilities. Now, with Rayla as their captive, the Order will stop at nothing to create a male Elemental, and willing or not, Rayla is the key.
Caught up in the age-old battle for dominance between human and fae, only one question matters to her now—will she be able to save those she loves most without losing herself in the process? Or will she be forever haunted by the choices she alone can make? – see my review here
Monday, 16 April 2012
Since I became an author of erotic paranormal romance, everyone has said the same thing whenever the topic ‘erotic romance books’ comes up. Erotica is porn.
She knows she’s in as much danger inside the land as she was when she was outside the land, and she can’t shake off the feeling that something, or someone is watching her, waiting to attack her, despite the guards watching her every move.
When she meets one of the tutors, she feels things towards him and wants both his blood and his body, but it’s forbidden to feel the way they do and Layla must fight her feelings otherwise the secrets she desperately wants to remain a secret will get out, and put her in more danger than she already is.
A huge thanks to Natalie! Visit her website here. (Don’t you think those covers are drool worthy? ;)
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
So, here are the rules…
mine or make up your own
3. Nominate 10 – 12 other wonderful bloggers
4. Let the other nominees know they are nominated and include links
to their blog
5. Link the person who nominated you
1. What book are you currently reading?
2. Vampires or werewolves?