Thursday, 13 March 2014

Crossover's new prologue

Right. So Crossover is officially mine again and Journey will be also on May 1st.  By mid December the entire trilogy will be mine to do with what I wish.  And what is it that I wish?  I wish to rewrite and polish my babies up and resend them out into the world. They've been out there for three years and if I go by the reviews, one of the only thing that annoys the readers is the editing job on them. Most of them enjoy the story and that makes me very happy.  
Today I started working on Crossover. I seriously wanted to hurl and I'm not going to lie, I'm not sure how so many of you finished reading the book. (though I'm very thankful you did). So far, the original prologue is gone and chapter one is now is now the prologue and has been cut in half.  So here it is... (Still not editor edited, mind you) :D

Crossover (The Chosen One Trilogy: book one)
It’s hard to believe that at one point life had seemed dull, boring, average and uneventful, though that was the way I liked it.  I went through my routine one day at a time with no extra fuss.  Life was so uneventful that for the most part, I didn’t even dream.  Or at least, I didn’t have any dreams that I could remember. My routine was fairly basic.  Get up Monday morning, have a shower, eat breakfast, and head to school where I sat and suffered for eight hours.  I was taking my first year of veterinary medicine.  Now don’t get me wrong, I loved my course.  The reason I say I suffered was because those eight hours stood in my way before I could head to the riding arena to see Dodge.
Dodge had been my thirteenth birthday present.  He’d been goofy looking weanling with long legs and soft eyes.  He’d stood in his stall looking up at me with a big green bow tied around his neck.  He was perfect.
You see, I’d been riding since I was eight and begging for a horse since I could talk.  Before I’d been able to get my horse, my dad had told me I had to prove to him that I was going to stick with it.  That hadn’t been hard to do.  I can’t begin to count the arguments we’ve had about the fact that I spend most of my free time with Dodge.
So now Dodge is ten and I’m twenty-three.  He’s grown into a beautiful, muscular horse and I’m, well, I’m me and life is just how I like it.  Just me and Dodge.  It’s not that I’m not interested in men.  I’ve had one fairly serious relationship that lasted a year and a half.  At least, it had been serious to me.  When I think back on it now, it’s hard to believe I’d thought he was the most amazing guy.  Well, until I loaned him my truck for a weekend and found a very nice pair of lacy underwear that didn’t belong to me under the seat the next day.  I’ve had a few other boyfriends, but most of them didn’t understand why I’d rather go to the barn on a Friday night instead of going to the bar.  The thought of going out and being paraded around just wasn’t my thing and I’ll admit that some of it probably has to do with my personal image of myself.  I don’t put myself in the beautiful people category. 
I have slightly wavy dark brown hair that falls to the middle of my back.  It’s never done. I prefer ponytails and baseball hats.  I also don’t have the greatest body.  I’m 5 foot 4 inches tall, kind of thin and seriously lacking in the curve department.  Of course, I don’t really dress to flatter, either.  My wardrobe consists of wranglers, t- shirts and tank tops, though I do own one dress my dad made me buy for my cousin’s wedding when I was seventeen.  It’s been worn as little as possible since then.  I think my best feature are my eyes.  They’re a deep green with weird gold and grey specs and long eyelashes.  No mascara for me.  Well, no makeup, period.  I always end up smearing it because I forget I have it on.
You’re probably getting tired of hearing about me, but I need you to understand one thing before I get on with this story.  I’ve always been a loner; that one person who is never comfortable around too many people.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I like people, but I always felt like I didn’t belong.  You know, like there was something very important missing.
Then came the day that everything changed.  It  was a Friday…

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Lady of the Lake Release Day!!

Lady of the Lake (Faerie Dreams: book two)

Just when Kate thought she thought she'd never visit Kallaryn again, she finds herself awake in Prince Quallen's cave.  This time, she's sure she knows why she's here. Quallen's uncle has targeted Veenata's lake and if they can't get the anti-spell done on time, the water nymph will surely die.  It's a race against time to find all the ingredients.  While rushing around to save their friend, Kate makes an astonishing discovery about herself.  There's a reason she was born a Dreamwalker and it's up to her to save those she cares for.

Author info:
Wife, mother, author. That pretty much sums it up. :) I am a fantasy author who loves to spend time in made up worlds filled with magic. I am a firm believer that no hero is perfect and that all villains are burdened with a tiny shred of humanity.

Kate smiled as they jogged through the forest of florescent colored trees.  It was amazing how much she’d missed being here.  Quallen glanced at her and grinned.

“You look like you’re happy to be here despite the circumstances.”

“I am.”  She made sure not to trip over a fallen tree before chancing a look at him.  His wings fluttered effortlessly and helped him glide over the same tree she’d barely hopped over.  “Cheater.”

He laughed.  “I’m glad you’re back, Kate.”

“Me too, Quallen.”

He hopped over another tree in his path.  “You’ve been practicing running?”

Kate nodded.  “Just in case I came back.  I thought I was going to have a heart attack with all the walking and running we did the last time.”  She was actually fairly proud of how well she was keeping up with him.  She knew her endurance had improved with all of her training but until you were actually chasing a Faerie prince through the woods, it was hard to judge just how much.

“Tell me more about what’s about to happen.”

She took a deep breath.  “I have no idea, really.  I was just reading the part where the mages were starting the spell when I fell asleep.”

“What in the world is my uncle up to?”

Kate was finding it harder and harder to weave between the trees as the forest became denser.  It wouldn’t be much farther before they’d reach the tree wall guarding the lake.  She frowned.

“I thought anyone with thoughts of harm towards the lake and Veenata couldn’t get past the tree wall.”

Quallen nodded.  “There’s no way those elves should have gotten in.  They must be powerful mages to have done so.”

They both reached out a hand and touched the wall of trees in front of them.  Kate grinned as they spread to let the duo pass.  Quallen crossed first, his hand on his dagger should he need it.  Kate wiped the rain out of her eyes.  The wind whipped her wet hair against her cheeks.

“Do you know which side of the lake they were on?”

She shook her head.

“Alright.  Stay close and low to the ground.”  His whisper was lost in a boom of thunder.

Kate’s heart pounded in her chest while the butterflies battled in her stomach.  Mud and dead leaves squished between her fingers and they crawled to the edge of the lake to get a better view.

“Stop it!”  Veenata’s voice barely carried through the sound of the rain.

Quallen brushed wet bangs out of his eyes with the back of his arm, his violet eyes dark with anger.

The dark elves laughed and continued to chant.

“What should we do?”

Veenata’s sobs made Kate’s earlier resentment vanish.  Quallen pulled an arrow from his quiver and notched it on the string of his bow.

“Killing the elves will buy us time?”

Kate nodded.  “I think so.”  She flinched as lightning left the mages and shot upwards into the clouds.

Veenata screamed.

Quallen’s arrow shot through the rain and impaled itself into the farthest elf’s chest.  His second shot took down the one closest to them.  The third elf threw himself to the ground and rolled behind a fallen tree.  Veenata turned toward them, relief clear on her face.

“Stay down, Kate.”  Quallen stood, his wet wings useless.  He sprinted around the lake, heading toward the last mage.

Another lightning bolt shot through the air and Kate watched as it arced and electrified the water.   Veenata screeched and disappeared under the surface.  A wave started where the lightning had impacted and grew as it came closer to shore.

Before she could run away, the wall of water engulfed her.  Kate managed to fill her lungs with air before being pulled back into the churning waters.  She looked through the dark water, desperate to find the surface.  The need to breathe tightened her chest and panic set in.  There was no way Quallen was going to save her this time.  Had he been sucked into the lake also?

Her lungs screaming for air, she kicked her legs.

A vice-like grip tightened around her ankle and she screamed.  Bubbles popped around her face as the last of her air escaped her lungs.  Veenata’s hand produced a small glowing orange conch shell.  She pressed it to Kate’s lips and motioned for her to suck through it.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Games of Fire Cover Reveal!

Book Name: Games of Fire
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Publisher: Fire & Ice Publisher
Released: Feb 12, 2013
Genre: Young Adult Thriller and mystery with a strong dose of romance.
Warnings: language and mild sexual content
Formats: ebook & Paperback
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Sophie has enough problems in her life without Spencer turning her blood to fire, without his eyes freezing and burning her, without his hatred of her. Since his migration into the house next to hers, Sophia Valdez isn’t sure whether she wants to toss him under a bus or kiss that smirking mouth of his. But even as the temperature rises around them, leaping flames of passion, want and desire, everything either has ever known will be shattered by the lurking shadow hounding their every step, wanting revenge.

Spencer Rowth moves to the sleepy town of River Port with his mother and twelve year old sister, Suzy, to escape a deceitful father, an unfaithful girlfriend and a life crumbling much too fast for him to grapple onto only to be smacked upside the head by the last thing he wanted again. Sophie was everything he refused to want. Her temper, her wit, her laugh, her smile, the way her entire body goes up in flames under his hands are things he would rather slam a lid on and forget. Instead, he finds himself falling for the smart-mouth next door. But how long will he have before the evil chasing them catches up? How long before the very thing he never wanted becomes his only thread to sanity? And who is after them? What do they want and why do they want Spencer and Sophie dead?


“I won’t bite,” he said, probably meaning it as a joke.
“Oh if only that were my only problem,” she sighed under her breath.
She shook her head. “Nothing.”
She took his hand, slipping her icy fingers through his. The electric sparks tore a fiery path down the length of her arms, nearly melting the ice beneath their feet. She shivered involuntarily and felt his fingers flex.
“All right?” Had his voice always been so husky?
She dampened her lips. “Yeah…” The single word died in her throat as she was pulled towards him. Her heart tripped. Her lungs stilled. The heat of his body rushed over her with the subtle scent peppermint, leather, spices and smoke.
A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale caressed her flushed face.
“This,” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Is why you are so bad for me.”

Author Bio

International Best-Selling author Airicka Phoenix lives in rainy British Columbia with her beautiful family. When she's not pounding away at the keyboard, she can be found reading, shining her collection of daggers or chilling with her kids. 

She is the author of the Touch Saga
, The Sons of Judgment Saga, The Lost Girl Series, Betraying Innocence and Games of Fire.

Airicka also writes adult paranormal & contemporary romance under her alter ego, Morgana Phoenix
. Her first novel, Capture Me, will be out 2014.

For more about Airicka, visit her website at:

Friday, 24 January 2014

My Soul For You Cover Reveal!

Title: My Soul For you
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Publisher: Fire & Ice Publishing
Release Day: March 7, 2014
Genre: New Adult Contemporary, Thriller with strong elements of Romance
Warnings: Language and sexual content
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Monday, 20 January 2014

Rockin' the Heart Review and Excerpt!!


If music nourishes the soul…

Loved by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath “Fang” Fangor has led his band, Hot Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life to music, and from that devotion harvested a new family—his band mates and fans.

A man can desire nothing else…or can he?

Living in the shadow of her brother’s fame sucks! Sam Collins is desperate to have what she wants—a simple and uncomplicated life. She’s no stranger to scandals and how they work. Now that she’s inadvertently dragged Fang into the center of her latest gossip, could the scandal she created in her quest for freedom have gone too far?

Amid stardom the heart stages a new melody…

Fang has more fame and fortune than he will ever need, but none of that matters if he can’t have the woman of his dreams. Years have been wasted waiting for the right moment to approach the woman his heart desires above all others. There’s just one major problem...she’s his best friend’s sister. To have her, he will have to risk it all.

One that might be responsible for Rockin the Heart!


So, when I saw that Gracen Miller was looking for bloggers to help out with the release tour for this book, I of course jumped at the chance.  I love her writing.  She is a fantastic story teller and the way she can make you feel emotions is a gift.

Rockin the Heart is no exception. Gracen's first go at a New Adult novel has it all; comedy, joy, heartache, romance, and a whole lot of sexy.

This novel follows a band and the drummer's sister as they tour around.  Their lives are an ongoing media frenzy and I think the author did a great job of capturing the excitement and frustration the characters went through as they tried to go about their day to day business.  Add in the romance between the sister and the lead singer and the hype reaches a new level.

Rockin the Heart will have you flipping through the pages as quickly as you can go just so you can find out what happens.

I definitely recommend this book to everyone who enjoys a fast paced and sexy read.  I am extremely excited to hear that there is a sequel to this novel and I can't wait to read it.


Chapter One

Heath was a rock star god. The tight lines fanning outward from his silver eyes classified him as a pissed off rock star god.
“Wanna tell me what you did this time to get the platinum treatment?” He indicated the jail cell, while ramming his fingers through his shaggy, jet-black hair.
Preferring to shrink into the shadows and avoid a confrontation with him, Sam took a deep breath and rose from the bench. She stepped away from the metal seat to draw closer to the bars dividing them.
She’d expected her brother, Jason—Jase—to ride to her rescue. Like always. Her foundation. Predictable. Dependable. Rattled by her sibling’s abandonment, she ogled the skull on Heath’s shirt, mortification overwhelming her.
If Heath was Jase’s replacement, then he’d been serious when he said ‘don’t call me the next time you’re arrested.’ She’d assumed he yelled that in anger. She was surprised he’d bothered to offer aid at all.
Gut hollow at her brother’s desertion, she cleared the ache out of her throat and asked, “Can’t you just bail me out and we’ll forget this ever happened?”
Knowing he wouldn’t go for that suggestion, Sam swallowed hard and shuffled her feet. Disappointing Jase was one thing, but letting Heath down was an entirely different matter. She’d crushed on the man since her tenth birthday when he’d given her a heart-shaped jewelry box. Didn’t matter he’d been too old for her at a mature fourteen. That infatuation hadn’t waned with age either, but only grown stronger. Not that he showed her a stitch of interest. To him, she was nothing more complicated than a kid sister.
His digits curled around one of the bars. The tattoo lettering on his left knuckles fit his current disposition—ired. On the other hand the letters H-O-T-W graced his knuckles. If read together, they spelled out the name of his band: Hot Wired.
“Not this time, Samantha.”
She cringed. The only time he broke out her full name was when he was upset or disappointed with her.
“You been drinking?”
“You know I haven’t.” Just shy of twenty-one, in her world getting liquor wasn’t an issue. Neither was alcohol her preferred drug of choice.
She rolled her eyes, the question too stupid to warrant a response.
“This type of publicity is bad news for the band.” She’d heard that one before. None of her recklessness damaged Hot Wired’s career. Not that she sought to hinder their mega stardom. She wasn’t that selfish, she just struggled with controlling her impulses on occasion.
Therapy failed to help. Yelling spawned further rebellion.
Living under the umbrella of the band’s fame grew tiresome. Her life should be her own, to live however she pleased. Weary of the media hounding her, she craved going back to a time when nobody knew her name. A normal life like when she’d been a kid.
She’d grown up on daydreams of the band making it to the big times. They won the lottery of recording deals, while Sam discovered stardom came at a high price. Along with that knowledge came the freebie of all lessons…fantasies were often better than reality. The last time she’d visited the mall without a trail of vipers eager to report her purchases she’d been fifteen.
Was it too much to ask to have a date the world didn’t scrutinize? Even the loss of her virginity made headline news. That act should’ve come with the expectation of privacy. Thanks to the tabloids, Jase almost burst a blood vessel over that exploitation.
Once she’d picked her nose in public on purpose because a rag-reporter stalked her. Scratched her butt on another occasion. Gave them something to write. Those were the photographs and articles that gave her incentive to laugh.
“The only reason they’re not pressing charges is because of Jase.”
“Thanks for the reminder.” Along with it came the reminder that her brother sent Heath instead of coming himself.
Despite the news-hounds, she got out of a lot of shit thanks to her brother’s identity. This incident would be all over the rags and Internet before morning.
‘Hot Wired’s drummer’s sister is at it again!’ They’d go on to paint her wild and immoral comportment.
Have at it you fucks. Can’t hurt me any more than you already have, but what about the band?
Distance from Hot Wired would aid all of them. She’d get her peace of mind back, and they’d be devoid of the rebel-rouser in their group.
She’d mentioned changing her last name and moving back to their Southern roots in the small Alabama town where she’d been born. Jase had gone bat-shit crazy at the suggestion and went on and on about how their parents would be rolling over in their grave at her abandoning the family name.
The name-change idea had been discarded. Swept under the rug like a dust bunny never to be spoken of again.
Torn between two worlds, Sam was suffocating. Living with someone she couldn’t have in a world where she didn’t belong.


Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society.  When not writing,
she’s a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels, movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs. To learn more about Gracen and her writing or to leave her a comment, visit her at the following sites:


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Friday, 3 January 2014

Birthright COVER REVEAL!

Book Title: Birthright by Willow Cross

Book Blurb:

For one-thousand years, Druid prophecies foretold of a young witch destined to alter the fate of both human and immortal alike. This witch-turned-vampire would be capable of harnessing the supernatural abilities of both and, in a bloody rise to power, would rule with unwavering control.

Unwillingly thrust into a world she never dreamed existed, Liz Markum is catapulted into an ancient war between rival vampire factions. She must choose between those she loves and the ever-present darkness attempting to devour her very soul.

Only one question remains: Will Liz claim her birthright or surrender to the dark gift?

One choice.

One chance.

Two destinies.

Trailer for Birthright

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Thursday, 2 January 2014

Christmas Balls Will Fly

A few weeks ago, I had a fantastic weekend. A weekend away from the kids, a hotel, just me and my sweet. This is our yearly date. Lol Kyle's Christmas party.
NRT is one hell of a great company and they treat their employees very well.
Our one obstacle with our weekend away is always finding someone who will watch the kids. Since my mom and dad have moved back, they have helped us out a lot. This weekend, however, my dad's party was the same night as ours.
Problem solved when my sister Dominique and her boyfriend Stewart offered to watch them.
When I left Saskatoon Sunday morning, I made the almost two hour trip to Stu's farm. We hung out, had supper there, then started our hour and a half trip home.
I should have known better.  I mean, really.  My kids aren't the ones that go to bed at ten.  They're in bed by 7:30 or 8:00 each night.  All three of them.  They're also the kids that fall asleep the instant they get in a vehicle.
So, you guessed it.  After leaving Stu's place at 5:30, my kids slept the hour and a half it took to get home. Since I knew it was going to be a fairly late night, I decided on a movie night.  All of the mattresses were pulled into the living room and we watched a movie or two.  Around midnight, I had three darling little sleeping angels on my hands and I went to bed.

It feels like I've just fallen asleep when suddenly, I hear a giggle.  I pull the covers over my head, determined to pretend it's a part of the dream I'm having.  Please, just let them go back to sleep.  I'm exhausted.  The giggle comes again and is quickly followed by another.
I groan.
If two of them are up, it's just a matter of time before the third is also.
I get up and stumble my sleepy ass to the living room.  "Why are you guys awake?" I ask the boys.
"Can I have more milk?" That's Emery.
"Bar." Anthony wants a granola bar.
I amble to the kitchen and make the mistake of glancing at the stove clock.  It's three o'clock.  In the morning.
"Ok, guys.  Be quiet and go back to sleep.  It's still night night time."
Both of them nod and settle back down and I head back to my bedroom where I dare hope that they will, indeed, go back to sleep.
Of course, this doesn't last long.  I'm just getting to that warm under the blankets, I'm so comfy and just minutes from sleep state when I hear the dreaded, "Mooooooom!".
I take a deep breath and head back to the living room.  "What, Emery."
He smiles and gives me those big brown puppy dog eyes.  "I love you."
"Love you, too, baby.  Now go to sleep, please."
I crawl back under my covers and snuggle into my pillow.  Down the hallway and around the corner, I can hear them talking.  But I'm too tired to get up again.
I'm just starting to get back to sleep when a hand touches my face.  I jump, scream, and try to keep from having a heart attack.
"Mommy, they boys woke me up..."  It's Ashtynn, the ninja. That kid could sneak up the most sound sensitive security system and steal what it was guarding.  "Can I sleep with you?"
I hold the blankets up and she crawls into bed with me.  She's my sleeper.  It takes her about thirty seconds to go back to sleep. My brainwaves are chasing after hers when all of a sudden, I hear it.  The sound of something plastic bouncing off the living room wall.
I pull the covers over my head.  Maybe it was the dog toy.  Maybe they'll just go back to sleep...
*ting!*  The noise comes again.  And again.  And soon, the boys are laughing so hard I'm not sure how in the world their sister is sleeping through the commotion.
I try to ignore them.  Until Emery start crying.
I get up with a growl and stomp into the living room.
"What's going on?!"
Emery wipes his tears.  "Anthony threw a christmas ball at me!"
Anthony shakes his head.  "Emmy too!"
I look over to the tree and I don't know if I should laugh, cry, or kill my kids.  My Christmas tree is naked.  Well, save for the candy canes and lights.  That plastic *ting* I was hearing was the cheery sound of its balls hitting the wall.  All of them.  And the ones still in the decoration box we hadn't put up.  Beautiful globes of varying colors are strewn about my living room and dining room.  I look at the clock.  Four o'clock.
"Go to sleep."
I turn on my heel and join Ashtynn in my bed.  But not before closing the bedroom door.  I'm too tired to deal with that shit right now.
I hear the ball fight start up again and I smother the sound with blankets.  They're plastic balls.  They won't break.  They won't break anything.
The ruckus of war starts to fade as sleep comes for me.
And it's not like we won't have fun redecorating the tree in the morning...