Blog Tour | Awakening the Nightmare
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In a world filled with preternatural beings, Corinne DeLacy stands alone. For centuries she has hidden her heritage and powers from the rest of the world. Then Nick is forced into her life, turning it upside down. Standing in her way at every turn, he watches her with suspicion. Circumstances landed them together and now they must fight to save all that they hold dear. Will they make it, or will her past stand in the way of their future?
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Hoping that a bath might help soothe her, Cory started running her water and added an excessive amount of bubble bath, she hated running out of bubbles too soon. She stripped off her bloody clothes and threw them in the trash; there would be no saving those. After laying out a towel, she climbed in and bathed. When she was all clean she leaned her head back and relaxed, letting the hot water soothe her aching muscles and her unsettled thoughts.
She was sitting neck deep in heaven with her eyes closed when she heard someone approaching the bathroom door. She knew who it was long before he reached the door and slammed it open. The doorknob stuck in the sheetrock wall behind the door.
“Did you need something Nick or do you just get off on destroying my home?” She said it without bothering to move or even open her eyes. She could feel the anger rolling off of him but chose to ignore it. She was growing tired of being forever at war with him. It was a war she had come to realize neither of them would ever win.
“What do you think you were doing going over my head and speaking to my father about Elehna?” He stopped nearly frozen in the doorway when he saw her in the bathtub. Leaned back with her feet propped up on the side of the tub and her head back, she looked positively blissful and a thousand different erotic images leapt into his mind. Stifling a groan and desperately trying to focus on his anger he continued, “She is my responsibility, therefore all decisions regarding her well being are mine to make, not my father’s and certainly not yours.”
Cory rolled her eyes and sat up, crossing her arms on the side of the tub and resting her chin on them. “What would you have me do Nick? I was right. I just needed someone to back me up on it and you refused. She needs to be around people, people other than just you and your men. Keeping her locked in my apartment for all eternity is going to drive her insane.”
Nick opened his mouth to respond but Cory stood up in the tub and it felt like his jaw kept going all the way to the floor. She was just as breathtaking as he had imagined and he was instantly hard. “Good God woman, I’m not a eunuch. Don’t you have any shame at all?”
Cory laughed a little as she replied, “No actually, I don’t. And you know, it might not be such a bad life choice for you to get clipped. Then perhaps we could have a conversation every now and then, without all the blood rushing away from your brain.” At his shocked look she smiled and said, “Oh yes, I’ve noticed. You aren’t immune to me, no matter how much you dislike me. I think it’s because you know you can’t have me.”
She leaned down to retrieve her towel off the floor and when she stood up he was right in front of her, only inches away and seriously pissed off. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up into his eyes. He was angry yes, but there was also something a thousand times more powerful in his burning eyes; desire. Cory trembled at his nearness and that long unsatisfied hunger came rushing to the forefront of her mind once again.
Nick smiled when he felt her tremble. “I’m not the only one who wants something they can’t have.” He reached up a hand and gently rubbed the back of his knuckles across her cheek. She closed her eyes and before she could stop herself she leaned into the caress. His hand reached behind her head and tilted her face up towards his own. His other hand snaked around her and pulled her close. “But who says we can’t get what we want?”
Wife, mother, student, domestic goddess, blogger, author, animal lover, avid reader, tomboy... the labels and titles go on and on. But I don't want to be labelled any one thing. I am all of these things and they are all a part of who I am. So the end result is just me, something of a mess, with interests all over the place. But also with the ability to adapt when necessary.
Writing for me is, essentially, a purge. Not to sound like a spiritual nut, because I'm not, but it allows me to take all of the negative energy within me and focus it on something positive. To pour out from my soul, all the things that make me crazy, a process that leaves me feeling refreshed and revitalized. My writing isn't necessarily deep, there are things in it that people who know me well, could make the connections, and figure out exactly what part of my history I am referencing, if only to draw on it for authenticity. But it is still, all, just little pieces of me. Or more accurately, little things that are a reflection of me and although there is something of a darker element to some of it, it is meant only to be entertaining. I have no desire to have my work analyzed by college professors and students. I don't need my books to become classics or even fads. I just want average people like myself, to enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
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