Wednesday, July 30, 2014

The Lost One Cover Reveal

The Lost One By Liz Lovelock
Release Date : 10th September 2014
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My name is Melodi White, I had a dream once like every other girl does. Then one day, my dream was torn to shreds, by my sister’s evil boyfriend, Jacob. It’s been three years since she was ripped from my life. She wasn’t just any sister; no, she was my twin, my best friend.

Deciding to follow our childhood dream of moving to New York, I head for a life of adventure and fun. A night on the town and I find myself wrapped in the arms of one gorgeous, drop-dead-sexy man, Corban. He has literally swept me off my feet, taken my breath away with a single kiss and left me wanting more, a feeling completely alien to me.

Corban Andrews, CEO of Case Construction, rich, sexy and ravishing is set to make my world come undone. I allow myself to put my trust in him, but will his rules and my trust issues let us explore what we could have together? It’s either that or am I at risk of staying lost and alone.

When a blast from my past reappears, I know I may be pushed so far down the rabbit hole, Corban and I just may not survive. It all comes down to survival and choices. I have no idea which I will choose.


Character Cast

Author Bio
She's from bright sunny Queensland, Australia. She has always been a reader. When she was little she would be up late reading Garfield and Asterix comic books and also Footrot Flats. When she hit high school she read Tomorrow When the War Began by John Marsden and from there her love of books continued to grow. She always has a book to read beside her bed along with a note book for when inspiration hits at those crazy hours.

She is a stationary addict and a one click addict. She loves everything books and authors and of course loves chocolate and lollies to keep her going. 

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Friday, July 25, 2014

Drumroll please...

In my post the other day, I hinted that I have a lot of exciting things floating around at the moment. As each one eventuates, I'll post up details. Today, it's a piece of exciting news about my first two books releasing with Bottom Drawer Publications (the first two books of each of the twin series I've penned).

First, let me explain what I mean by twin series: These two series are separate and distinct, but related. They both cover the same timeline from the point of view of each of the two major characters. *Covers ears while people shout about money-grabbing and not needing to see both POVs* I know, I know, the go-to assumption when people see two books of the same events from two different people's perspectives is that it is unnecessary and a little pointless, and in many cases I agree. HOWEVER, the majority of these two series do not cover the exact same events. The same timeline, yes, and there is naturally some cross-over, but each of these characters has a vastly different story to tell.

The Daughter of Fire series follows Evelyn "Evie" Meyers, a girl with a secret which puts her squarely in the firing line of a secret organization hell-bent on washing the world clean of non-humans.

The Son of Rain series follows Clay Jacobs, a solider thrust at an early age into a war against the supernatural creatures that roam the Earth. Because of this, he is tasked with washing the world clean of all monsters.

Each series has been written to stand alone and you will get a full story if you choose to only read one. If you primarily want romance, I would recommend you read Evie's story (Daughter of Fire). If you primarily want a paranormal world filled with different creatures, I would recommend Clay's (Son of Rain). However, if you read both the picture will be more vivid and you will see exactly what these two crazy cats are fighting both for and against. 

Now, the exciting news: 

I have official release dates locked in for the first two books:

~ Through the Fire (Daughter of Fire Book 1) ~
 ~ October 31st, 2014 ~

 ~ Besieged by Rain (Son of Rain Book 1) ~ 
~ February 27th, 2015 ~

The subsequent books will release in alternating succession approximately every four months. 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Radio Silence

Hi everyone, sorry for the radio silence lately, I just have some exciting things in the works and am spending a little time working on them at the moment. I will be back very soon with a new post and hopefully some updates.

Vague hints around some of the developments:

  • Fiery swag 
  • It's a date
  • New beginnings
  • Let's get it covered
Now that I've no doubt left you more confused than before you saw this post I'll love you and leave you. 

Again, sorry for the silence and I'll see you soon!

Monday, July 14, 2014

Your Aussie is showing!

A recent conversation in one of the writing groups I'm part of on Facebook made me consider colloquialisms and naming brand-names rather than items. Nikkos here in Australia are Sharpies in the UK. Band-Aids might be sticky plasters. A bag is a bag unless it's a port. 

As an Aussie writing books that are (for the most part) set in the US, I have to be very mindful of using US colloquialisms and not interject Aussie-isms. Even stories that I base in Australia need to be understandable for those overseas. I am lucky that I have a terrific beta-reader who is based in the US and she helps immensely. I still like to ensure that I give her as little to fix as I can though. 

There have been a number of times though when I have merrily gone on my way completely unaware of the differences in speech between the US and Australia: footpath versus sidewalk, boot versus trunk, crib versus cot, notes versus bills, bonnet versus hood, grey versus gray, just to name a few. There are still some words that I struggle that catch because they are so ingrained in my vocab that I don't even notice I'm using them until I get a comment or correction in my manuscript. And I can still remember her reaction to me saying that someone was telling porkies and the first time she encountered fairy floss in one of my stories rather than cotton candy. 

In my day job, my boss is British and we've had conversations about Brit versus Aussie sayings. Luckily as a lover of British TV, I can understand a number of his expressions. Although the first time he busted out an "Are you a Billy?" when I was alone in my office, I was lost. He meant it in reference to the saying "Billy No Mates" which I'd never heard before (in Australia a similar saying would be "Nigel No Friends" - I'm sure you can guess what it means). 

Although I'm no etymologist, the subtle difference in language from country to country, and even region to region fascinates me. I can still remember being a young girl moving schools from South Australia to Queensland and being told to put my port on the port racks and I had no clue what they were talking about. Then of course, there is the language of fandoms and the internet which is a whole other thing again.

I'm curious, what expressions (either from other countries or your native one) have you encountered that left you dumbfounded or that you had to explain to others? 

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Chained Release Day

Chained (Chained Trilogy Book 1)
Author: Elise Marion
Genre: Medieval/Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 90,000
Publisher: Marion Press
Cover Art by: Najla Qamber Designs (

House Toustain … House Maignart … two royal houses once embroiled in a bloody feud … Thirty years of peace now broken in an instant …

Sir Caden Maignart has been captured, beaten, locked in a dungeon, and wrongfully accused of kidnapping and oath-breaking. Determined to free himself and his men, and clear his besmirched name, Caden does not count on the willful nature of his captor, Lady Gwendolyn Toustain, the daughter of the man who was once his father’s mortal enemy. After several attempts at escape, the lady orders him bound and chained to a wall in her chambers—where he will remain under her personal guard at all times and kept from conspiring with his men. While the lady's high-handedness infuriates him, Caden cannot deny that everything else about her drives him to distraction. Forced into close proximity with her, Caden soon finds it hard to remember his mission of escape.

When Lady Gwendolyn of House Toustain first lays eyes on her prisoner, one thing about him is abundantly clear: Sir Caden of Daleraia is a dangerous man. Yet, she must show him no fear. The captured band of knights from Daleraia are her only clue in the mystery surrounding the disappearance of House Toustain’s sons, and it falls to Lady Gwen to seek justice. Is this kidnapping merely the ploy of mercenaries out for a ransom? Or has Sir Caden acted on the order of the High Lord of Daleraia and broken the peace? As she searches for the answers, she never expects the surge of passion that ignites between herself and her prisoner. The longer he remains in her clutches, the more Gwen realizes that though she has him chained, she is the one who has been captured.

Kneeling in front of him, she forced herself to meet his gaze. “You are quite a rabble-rouser, aren’t you?” she said gently, sympathy pricking her as she observed his beaten and bloody face up close.
He smirked despite his split lip. “Aye, wench. Did you think you could keep me in your cells forever?”
Gwen shook her head slowly. “No, I suppose not. What am I to do with you, Daleraian?”
His lips split into a blinding smile, and for a moment, Gwen was taken aback. Despite his battered face, she had to grudgingly admit that the man had magnetism. His smile was disarming. “I could think of a few things, wench,” he murmured, his eyes lowering to the neckline of her kirtle.
Gwen’s jaw clenched, but she reminded herself of her vow to remain calm. “My steward thinks I should kill you.”
He scowled. “Your steward sounds like an idiot.”
Espan huffed and stammered in outrage at that, and Gwen stifled a laugh. “He is my advisor, Sir,” she said. “My father’s as well. I heed his council in all things.”
“Heed mine,” he offered. “You don’t want to kill me. To do so would be a grievous error.”
Gwen’s eyebrows raised. “Why?”
“Suffice it to say that if I were gone, Lord Theodric would miss me … enough to send thousands of warriors to Seahaven’s gates.”
“Lord Theodric has already set his forces against Dinasdale. Do not think I have forgotten that.”
The knight’s jaw ticked. “I have already told you, we played no part in the atrocities committed in Heywick.”
Gwen shrugged. “Forgive me if I’m not inclined to release you with only your word as evidence. I need more than that.”
“Then let me go,” he growled, his voice low, “and I will prove it. Keep my men as collateral, and I will return for them when I bring evidence of our innocence.”
“I think not. You’ve been nothing but trouble since you arrived at Seahaven, Sir. I am within my rights to have you executed, but I am not inclined to just yet. You will remain my captive until I am ready to release or ransom you, but you will not return to the dungeons.”
The gaoler snapped to attention at that. “And just where do you s’pose I’m t’ keep him if not in the dungeons?”
Gwen stood and turned to face him. “This prisoner is no longer in your care. You have more than proven your ineptitude where he is concerned. He has nearly escaped you several times, and bested your guards at that.”
Espan stepped forward, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Milady, what are you saying?”
“I want him shackled to that wall, there.”
Espan and the gaoler followed her extended arm and pointing finger. Both men glanced back at her in disbelief. “Milady,” Espan protested. “Surely you do not mean—”
“But I do,” Gwen said brusquely. “My mother always said the best way for a woman to see something done, is to do it herself. The Daleraian is now in my guard. I want iron rings installed into that wall immediately. He shall remain under my personal guard, where he cannot conspire with his men to escape. There are no guards for him to assault here … no one here but me.”
Espan stuttered and stammered for a full minute before gaining his composure. “Milady, begging your pardon, but it is hardly proper.”
Gwen’s nostrils flared as she turned on the man. “Am I not castellan here? Do I not speak with the voice of the high lord?”
“A-aye, milady,” Espan sputtered. “You do, but it is my duty to advise you in all things.”
“And so you did,” Gwen said, turning her back on him. “I have made my decision and I will be obeyed. This Daleraian poses no threat to me in irons. In this way, I can be sure that he causes no further harm to our guards, and has no one around him with which to conspire.”
Espan inclined his head humbly, but doubt was still present in his eyes. “I will do whatever you command, milady, you know this.”
“Good,” Gwen said with a curt nod. “Then do as I’ve asked, immediately, and send for Lynet, I have need of her.”
Espan bowed again and retreated quickly, his surcoat swishing around his ankles. Gwen turned on the gaoler next. “Go, and take all but two of your guard with you. I want a watch set up just outside my doors, two sentries on each watch, day and night.”
The gaoler did her bidding as well, departing without protest. With only the two guards standing watch just outside her doors, Gwen was alone with the knight. She knelt before him again, reaching out toward his face. He flinched away, inhaling sharply as her fingers made contact with his jaw.
“Hold still!” Gwen chastised, gripping his chin firmly and forcing him to endure her inspection. “I must know if your face needs to be stitched. You’ve taken quite a beating.”
The Daleraian snorted dryly. “You should see the other men. Five against one, it was hardly a fair fight.”
“No,” Gwen agreed as she gently prodded his injuries, wincing at the large gash torn just above one dark eyebrow. “It was not well done of them.”
His eyes flashed mischievously as she met his gaze. “I meant, not fair to them.”


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About the Author:

Elise Marion is a lover books and has a special place in her heart for sweet and sensual romance. Writing
about love across all walks of life is her passion, as is reaching people through the written word. The Army wife and stay-at-home mother of three spends most of her time taking care of her children. Her second job includes writing stories about characters that people can fall in love with. When the Texas native isn't caring for her family or writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, singing loudly, or cooking up something new in the kitchen.

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