Saturday, May 31, 2014

Book Review: Light by Michael Grant

(Gone Series Book 6)

It's been over a year since all the adults disappeared. Gone.
In the time since every person over the age of fourteen disappeared from the town of Perdido Beach, California, countless battles have been fought: battles against hunger and lies and plague, and epic battles of good against evil. Light, Michael Grant's sixth and final book in the New York Times bestselling Gone series creates a masterful, arresting conclusion to life in the FAYZ.
And now, the gaiaphage has been reborn as Diana's malicious mutant daughter, Gaia. Gaia is endlessly hungry for destruction. She yearns to conquer her nemesis, Little Pete, and then bend the entire world to her warped will. As long-standing enemies become allies, secrets are revealed and unexpected sacrifices are made. Will their attempts to save themselves and one another matter in the end, or will the kids of Perdido Beach perish in this final power struggle?


My Review

The end has come. After six installments the Gone Series is finished. And what an end it was. Exciting. Heart breaking. Amazing. With the Darkness ensconced in it's human body, the days of the FAYZ were bound to come to an end one way or the other. The final battle was incredible and the actions of some of the characters surprising. There was a great deal of death, some of which made me want to cry. But when it was all over there were uplifting moments too. Moments that made me want to cheer.

Even though I think the series could have been better served if Fear and Light had been combined together as one book, I must say that Light was an excellent ending to this beautiful, terrible, roller coaster ride of a series. I will certainly be looking forward to reading more of Michael Grant's books. If they're even half as good as the Gone Series I know I will love them.


Friday, May 30, 2014

Book Promo: Firestorm by Kyra Dune

Firestorm by Kyra Dune

Title: Firestorm (Crossfire Duology #2)
Author: Kyra Dune
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Spy Thriller
Cover Art: Shadow Portal Productions
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Angel meant to stop a war. Instead, she may have caused one.

With everyone out for her blood, Angel is forced to hide in the last place she wants to be. But hiding will only be an option for so long. Somehow, she must make amends for her mistakes and find a way to save Southern Archaides from those who seek to destroy it.
But matters are more complex than she knows. Angel thinks she has all the answers. She has no idea how wrong she is. And as the lines between enemy and friend begin to blur, she finds her heart drawn to two different men, both of whom have betrayed her in the past. But how can she choose between them when each owns half her heart?
With millions of lives at stake, Angel has to make some tough choices. Choices which could cost her everything she holds most dear.


Angel let herself freefall until she was safely clear of the helicopter, then brought out her wings. Their white light lit the dark like a ray of sunshine. She loaded the last clip into her machine gun and pulled the remaining grenade free from her belt.

She flew between the helicopter carrying her companions and the one flown by her enemies. The black helicopter opened fire, but Angel was well clear of its guns. She heard bullets strike metal but had no time to worry about it.
The helicopter pilot scrambled for something beside his seat. Angel assumed he was looking for a gun, though it seemed a bad idea for him to try and shoot her through the glass. But she didn't intend to give him time to figure that out. She pulled the pin, punched the window out, and dropped the grenade into the pilot's lap. She caught a glimpse of his stunned and horrified expression before she swooped away.

About The Author

Kyra Dune was born in Oklahoma, but spent most of her life travelling with her family. She is the author of more than a dozen fantasy novels, including: Shadow of the Dragon, Elfblood, and Firebrand. As a child, her favorite stories were those that told of ordinary children being whisked away to magical lands. She has yet to find her own secret wardrobe or rabbit hole, but she hasn’t given up the search. You never know what might be waiting over the next rainbow.

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Thursday, May 29, 2014

Blog Tour: Crane by Stacey Rourke

Crane by Stacey Rourke
Legends Saga Book 1

On Sale Now!

The Horseman is unending,
his presence shan’t lessen.
If you break the curse,
you become the legend.

Washington Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane returns to Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be buried deep. 

What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you?

Now, Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to channeling the darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and Ireland is the only one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse. 

But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides?

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About Stacy Rourke

There is nothing worse than being put on the spot and asked to talk about yourself. For me it brings back that inevitable moment in a new school when the teacher would ask me to stand up, introduce myself and tell the class something about myself. I was always worried I would blurt out something stupid that I would get teased for. Something like, “My name’s Stacey and I like pickles!” Then for the rest of the school year I’d be known as the Pickle Girl and let’s be honest, no one wants that. So to avoid such a faux pas I will simply say that I love to write. It allows me to get my crazy out just enough that I can function as a normal member of society.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Book Promo: Crossfire by Kyra Dune

Crossfire by Kyra Dune

Title: Crossfire (Crossfire Duology #1)
Author: Kyra Dune
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Spy Thriller
Cover Art: Shadow Portal Productions
Buy Links: Amazon US   Amazon UK



 Three factions rule Southern Archaides: the human faction - known as The Delegation, the demon faction - known as The Underground, and the saint faction - known as The Syndicate. But power between the three is far from equal and there are those who seek to change that at any cost.

Angel is a breed - half human, half demon - working for a private investigator in the city of New Hope. But when her boss goes missing she finds herself plunged into a world of spies, lies, murder plots, and deadly secrets.

It's a tangled web to unravel and for every answer Angel uncovers, a dozen new questions emerge. Someone is trying to pit the three factions against each other, but who and why? It's up to Angel to find out before all out war buries Southern Archaides in ash.


 “So what’s up with the goons? Are you having me followed?”

 “Only since this morning. I figured you’d show up at Bo’s eventually.” He drummed his blunt fingers on the table. “Sorry about bringing up bad memories over The Boneyard, but it was the only thing I could think of that might get you to come.”

 Angel shrugged. “It worked. So why did you want to see me? I have a feeling it’s not so you can tell me where Bo is, even though I think you know.”

His fingers stilled. “I brought you here to tell you to back off. Stay out of this, Angel. It’s way too big for you.”

 “You expect me to abandon Bo on your say so?” She laughed. “You’re crazy if you really believe I would do that. Where is he, Rez? What were you looking for in his office?”

“Still the same old Angel. Still living your life all about Bo. Wonderful, noble, heroic, Bo.” He snorted. “Tell me how noble it is to take a scared kid off the street and turn her into your little puppet.”

 Angel stiffened. “Everything I’ve done is to repay Bo for taking me in and giving me a reason to live. It’s called gratitude, look it up.”

Rez’s lip curled back over his teeth. “Yeah, Bo gave you a reason to live all right. He also gave you a home and a family, then he took it all away. What do you owe him for that?”

 “I didn’t fit in at the Shelter. Bo taking me out was the best thing for everyone involved.”

“You are so...” Rez growled, curling his hands into fists and shaking them. The muscles in his arms bulged. “Pigheaded, stubborn, stupid.... You still believe that bullshit? Bo took you out of the Shelter because of me. Because we were getting too close and he was afraid somebody besides him would have some influence over you. He was afraid he was losing control. I tried to tell you that the night you left, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“And I’m not listening now.” Angel drew her pistol and was on her feet in one quick motion which would have caught anybody less familiar with her completely off-guard.

Rez caught Angel’s wrist and held it tight enough to show he meant business. The barrel of the gun was pointed right between his eyes. “I could break your arm.”

 “And I could shoot you in the face.” Angel’s finger hovered over the trigger.

“But you won’t.”

 She thumbed back the hammer. “Try me.”

About The Author

Kyra Dune was born in Oklahoma, but spent most of her life travelling with her family. She is the author of more than a dozen fantasy novels, including: Shadow of the Dragon, Elfblood, and Firebrand. As a child, her favorite stories were those that told of ordinary children being whisked away to magical lands. She has yet to find her own secret wardrobe or rabbit hole, but she hasn’t given up the search. You never know what might be waiting over the next rainbow.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

New Release: Tempted by Brandi Leigh Hall

#2 in The BirthRight Series
Out Now!
What if the very thing to save you—is the one thing beyond your reach?

Torn between the two men who have fallen for her--and the evil who wants to possess her--twenty-year-old Chloe Bishop can no longer remember the fatal vision which threatens her future happiness. But when the magical link is severed between Chloe and her Wiccan family, they must find a way to save her before temptation leads her into darkness—-and into the welcoming arms of Mr. Wrong.
A Sweet Upper YA / NA Paranormal Romance, perfect for fans of CHARMED! 
No sex, passionate kissing, moderate swearing

Purchase Tempted for just 99 cents during release week!

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No matter how you try to fight it—Destiny has a mind of its own!
Returning home to her Wiccan roots wasn’t quite what nineteen-year-old Chloe Bishop had in mind for summer break. But when fate makes other plans, Chloe is forced to face her unwanted magical abilities—the destiny she never knew existed—and the handsome stranger who is somehow tethered to both.
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2 Signed Paperback copies of Tethered  and swag ( US Only )
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About the Author:

Brandi lives in central Pennsylvania with her fur-ball cats (Onyx and Klepto), where she spends most of her time attached to her laptops, reading books, appeasing her sweet tooth, and watching TV for motivation.

Growing up in a haunted house inspired Brandi’s fascination with the paranormal, so it only made sense that she’d write Urban Fantasy books for both teens and adults.

Brandi hasn’t been lucky enough to meet her soul mate (yet), so she writes paranormal tales of those who have. Her stories combine magical elements with real-life issues, strong female characters, semi-old fashioned men and family values, woven together and told from an emotional, first-person perspective. She enjoys writing sweet stories that teach girls it’s okay to speak your mind and be independent, career-driven, and not worry about fitting in to society’s mold.

In addition to the BirthRight Novels, she also has four additional adventures she’ll be writing over the next few years, so stay-tuned.


Monday, May 26, 2014

Blog Tour: Branded by Abi Ketner & Missy Kalicicki

Branded by Abi Ketner & Missy Kalicicki
A Sinners Series

Fifty years ago the Commander came into power and murdered all who opposed him. In his warped mind, the seven deadly sins were the downfall of society. He created the Hole where sinners are branded according to their sins and might survive a few years. At best. 
Now LUST wraps around my neck like blue fingers strangling me. I’ve been accused of a crime I didn’t commit and now the Hole is my new home. 

Darkness. Death. Violence. Pain. 

Now every day is a fight for survival. But I won’t die. I won’t let them win.

The Hole can’t keep me. The Hole can’t break me. 
I am more than my brand. I’m a fighter. 
My name is Lexi Hamilton, and this is my story.


I turn on the faucet for a long while only to discover ice-cold water rushing out. The water never warms and I begin to understand. The Commander thinks he can wash away my soul by freezing me to death. He thinks he can destroy me by stripping away my possessions. But he can’t and I won’t let him take my memories, my ambition, and my pride.
He thinks I’m so easily broken.
The Commander doesn’t know anything about me, what I grew up with, what I endured—the father I lost, the mother I hate, the brother who walked out of my life, and the stepfather I was forced to accept. He thinks since I was rich, making me poor will cause me to give up. What he doesn’t understand is that, after my father passed away, I grew up behind walls of hatred. I had nothing, but had everything at the same time. I owned expensive clothes, enjoyed good schooling, and lived in a nice home. But my body was just a shell protecting an empty, desperate heart. My life was a colorful fa├žade.
I had so much time to sit and think. I spent the majority of my life between four walls. I was abandoned, neglected, starved, betrayed, and abused. I’ve already been treated like the scum of the earth, so the Hole is nothing new. He wants to erase every sign of my existence on this earth, but I won’t let that happen. He can strip me naked, but he’ll never reach my soul.
It’s personal, completely personal.


About Abi and Missy 

Abi and Missy met in the summer of 1999 at college orientation and have been best friends ever since. After college, they added jobs, husbands and kids to their lives, but they still found time for their friendship. Instead of hanging out on weekends, they went to dinner once a month and reviewed books. What started out as an enjoyable hobby has now become an incredible adventure.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Feature: K.N. Lee, author of Dark Prophet

.99 cent sale May 25-26


Book Two of the Best-Selling Novel, The Chronicles of Koa: Netherworld

Not all vampires are created equal...

Koa is a half-blood vampire with not only the ability to fly, but survive in the sun's light. She will do anything to protect her mother, and break her curse. The demon, Bund, wants more than her mother's life. He wants something from Koa, a power that she doesn't even know she has, and will rip through as many humans as he can to get her to surrender.

Agent Koa Ryeo-won, and her boss, Halston, formed a crew of supernatural agents to stop Bund. But is a prophet, a temptress, a War-Breeder, a half-blood with an enchanted sword, and a few angels enough to stop what Bund has planned?

In the midst of a war between the humans of the mortal world, and the creatures of the Netherworld, Koa discovers the truth of her past. She finds herself torn between two men, and in the center of everything. Faced with all of her returned memories, Koa also finds herself more powerful than ever. Being a half-blood is hard enough, but what exactly is Koa's other half?

The truth can save...or destroy everything.

Will the Netherworld Division stand behind Koa once they learn her secret?

**Bonus Material**
Chapter 1 of K.N. Lee's young adult fantasy, Academia of the Beast!


Running, face set in determination and untamed rage, Halston reached for his infinity gun. Sweat dripped from his hair and forehead as he ran through the fire ravaged corridors of the Ivory Tower. Deafening shouts followed him.
The Wraith had been set loose and no one was safe, not even the vampire soldiers of the Royal Guard. Halston rarely paused. The sounds of crunched bones and muffled cries of pain filled the corridor, bouncing off what was left of the walls. Prisoners were awakened, thrilled to be free from their cells, but horrified to hear the screams of agony, and the howls of a monstrous creature with no loyalty.
Ahead, there was a pile of rubble. The exit was caved in. Halston looked up. With light emitted from the palm of his hand, he saw through the darkness. Stepping over dead bodies, bodies of Syths, his boot came down in a pile of slush. Someone had exploded and their guts were strewn about.
Halston grimaced.
“Help! Help!” A female soldier called from behind.
Halston looked over his shoulder, watched the armored woman struggling to free herself from fallen stones. The Wraith was not far behind.
Halston sighed inwardly. The soldier was wasting her breath. She was better off shutting up and pretending to be dead instead of drawing the creature’s attention.
Thundering footsteps echoed from afar, and Halston bent his knees, summoned a surge of power from deep within his gut, and took off into a burned out hole in the ceiling. He shot up to another level of the Ivory Tower, one that was dark and smelled of burning flesh. The fire had no effect on him. He landed in the center and ignited his angelic glow.
He held up his infinity gun and pushed a button that opened a lens. Through the lens he could see into the darkness of the hall. Eerie. Quiet. Only the soft echoes of the terror below made their way to his ultra-sensitive ears. Stone walls on either side stretched far down the hall. Steel doors were left sealed. Perhaps the prisoners were too afraid to speak, too afraid to even ask to be free.
Halston raised a brow. Good, at least some of them are clever, he thought.
The prisoners were certainly safer inside their cells than out and about. Halston walked softly, holding his gun ready. Every sense was heightened as he listened for danger. If he could only get to the vaults, where the Wraith had slept for centuries, and reset the gates, the Wraith would be called back and he would be free to follow Koa. If he could not stop the Wraith, then it would continue its massacre of the vampires and creatures in the Ivory Tower, and turn its attention to her scent.  It was the only way. Not even his infinity gun could stop that creature.
                “There he is!” A gruff male voice shouted from behind.
Infinity gun cocked, Halston swirled around, identified four armed enemy vampire soldiers in light armor, and pulled the trigger.
A blast, and then a shrill sound, filled the hall. The infinity bullet flew at full speed, hungry, needy, thrilled to be free to fulfill its craving. Like Koa’s Lyrinian sword, Halston’s infinity gun had a soul and a mind of its own.
Halston bent to his knees and watched as in seconds, the bullet shot through the heads of all four vampires like a heat missile. Silently, he watched, waited, as the infinity bullet, satisfied by the kill, reversed its course and returned to the gun. Halston held the gun ready and with a click, the bullet re-entered. Secure in its home, the bullet silenced.
With each kill, Halston felt a little better that she was closer to freedom. Years had passed and Halston had kept his promise to her father, King Alsand. Many had been killed in the process. He would never forget the day he first laid eyes on the half-blood princess. Nor would he forget how his feelings had grown throughout the years serving as not only her protector, but her boss. He cringed. The screeching that came from afar filled his ears.
The walls and floors vibrated. Rocks and rumble popped and jumped as the Wraith trampled and destroyed everything below. Halston came to his feet and flew to the end of the hallway. He looked both ways at the fork and chose the hall with a door at the end. He flew to the door, opened it, and saw darkness and a staircase leading to the main floor where he could find the path to the vaults. What a maze the Ivory Tower was. Each floor looked the same.
Halston paused at the bottom of the staircase. The Wraith…saw him. It growled, like a dog.
Halston braced himself. Energy collected around his body as he saw the large eyes of something unnatural.
Halston stood near the main exit, prepared, waiting. He could not let that Wraith leave and go after Koa. Blood dripped from the ceiling and onto his forehead. Halston wiped it off and glanced up at the gore that was stuck to what was left of the ceiling.
Halston was calm, calmer than he should have been, but at least he knew that Koa was safe. That was all that mattered. He knew that Jax would protect Koa until he could return to her.
Halston didn’t reach for his infinity gun. It would not work against this beast. Even as the Wraith thundered down the corridor, Halston examined the damage that Koa had done with the vial that he had given her.
Stone and debris littered the carpet, along with the bodies of countless Syths and goblins that resembled vampire children.
He frowned at the ghastly sight. It was no secret that he never liked the nephilim, but it was his race of fallen angels that had created such abominations.
It was up to the fallen angels to get rid of their spawn.
First, Halston saw horns come from the raised gate at the far end of the corridor.
Halston clenched his jaw as he looked into those large oval-shaped, black, eyes.
The things I do for you, Koa. He thought of her face as he sent her away with Jax and his frown deepened. Jax better get her to the Gate safely.
Halston waited. He was patient, even as he was unsure of what he would do to stop the creature. The Wraith was furious, with puffs of smoke coming out of his slime covered nostrils.
Like a snake with legs, it had a scaly body and a head like a troll with a single horn at the top of his huge head. Ugly didn’t begin to describe the monstrosity before him.
Two bulging eyes caught sight of Halston, and the red veins of his eyeballs seemed to deepen and stretch as he charged towards the angel before him.
Halston’s rank as an angel meant nothing to the creature. Starved for who knows how long, the Wraith knew only that Halston might taste delicious...and that he stood in the way of his main target.
Halston lifted his arms and sent his body into the air. He hovered as the Wraith picked up speed. Halston held his arms out before him and with a push of air, he sent a powerful blast towards the creature.
The Wraith squealed as the shock of the cold air slapped it in the face. It fell to the ground and looked up at Halston with a perplexed look in its eyes. Like a rabid dog, it snarled and came to its stubby feet. With an ear-shattering screech, the Wraith leapt into the air, reaching for Halston with his sharp claws. Halston dove out of the way and sent another blast of air.
The blast sent the Wraith through a wall, and into another corridor. Halston growled and went after it, but paused when he heard robotic voices drifting to his ears from afar. Halston thought a moment. Scayors were coming. He glanced at the creature as if shook its head, trying to regain its senses and reached for his infinity gun.
“Put that away, Halston.”
Halston’s brows rose as he turned to see a little boy peeking over the rubble that was once the front door to the Ivory Tower. Halston flew over to him.
“Roderick? What are you doing here?” Halston was stunned. “You never leave your lab.”
Roderick put a finger to his lips. “Quiet down, loudmouth!” he whispered.
Halston landed on his feet. He ran his hands through his blonde hair and shook his head. “What are you doing?”
Roderick grinned. “I told you I wanted to be included in your little games.”
Halston glanced over his shoulders. The Wraith was looking through the hole that it had crashed through. Its eyes landed on them.  Two quads of Scayors entered the corridor. The tall creatures had black or silver metal covering every inch of their bodies. Halston cocked his infinity gun.
“Put that away!” Roderick ordered. “You know it won’t work on that thing.”
Halston furrowed his brows and secured his infinity gun in its holster. “Listen, I know what I’m doing.”
Roderick huffed and came to his feet. He barely reached Halston’s chest and had the face of a ten year old, but Halston knew all too well that looks can be deceiving. Roderick was none other than the Alchemist, the one who had helped him rescue Koa and break Jax out of this very prison only minutes ago.
“You know how to make a big mess. That is all.” Roderick narrowed his eyes up at Halston.
Halston began to protest, tell the Alchemist that he needed to go back to his lab and leave matters to the angels, when Roderick spoke quick words, threw two vials and vanished.
Halston looked around, mouth agape as the vials hit the floor. He fell back as a blast of light filled the corridor. As Halston landed with his back against the wall, he saw Roderick reappear behind the Scayors.
Whatever the boy had done, sent the Scayors into erratic chaos. Their bodies were electrified. Robotic screams filled the room as they writhed and trembled.
Roderick stood behind them, smiling.
Halston raised a brow. The boy looked evil standing there, enjoying what he liked to call games. Halston pushed himself off the wall and sent more air to the Wraith. The walls and floor vibrated with its intensity.
While the Scayors were convulsing, the Wraith didn’t seem to be affected. Halston closed his eyes and sent more energy into the force of air. The air tightened, collected energy, and turned blue. The instant it hit the Wraith, the creature let out a shrill cry and burst into tiny particles, swirled in circles, and faded into the air.
Halston went to his knees and tried to catch his breath. Lights flashed behind his eyelids as he willed the pounding headache to subside. He’d used a lot of power in such a short amount of time, even angels needed to use caution.
All Halston saw when he tried to calm his breathing was Koa’s little face. Those green eyes looked at him lovingly. The corners of her mouth lifted into that small smile that she only gave him.
He felt at peace, and when Halston opened his eyes Roderick was standing before him, his arms holding his red suspenders. Halston leaned to the side to look past the boy. The Scayors lay in a heap of what looked like scrap metal in a junkyard.
Halston lifted a brow and looked at the Alchemist.
Roderick grinned. “That was fun.” He dusted his hands and folded them behind him. “What’s next?”



Can you give us an interesting fact about your book that isn't in the blurb?

 Like most of my books, Dark Prophet has many scenes that are from my dreams.


How did you choose your title?


The title was actually pretty hard to choose! I tried to find a way to encompass the theme. I ended up asking my beta reading squad and created a title that combined two of their ideas. Thanks buddies!



Did you self-publish or publish traditionally and why?


I decided to self-publish my first series for two reasons. One is that I wanted some credits to my name while I query agents and send proposals to publishers. The other is simply because I’m impatient. The idea of having my story live in a lonely file on my computer for months or years until I found the perfect publisher was horrifying. I’m pleased with my decision.


What do you consider the most important part of a good story?


The characters! Plot is crucial, but I simply fall in love with my characters. Koa, Halston, and Raven are like old friends to me. I truly enjoy coming up with their adventures.

What is your writing process?


My writing process usually begins with a dream, or the idea of a character. I start with a scene that grips my imagination and before I know it, the character takes over. I usually try to finish the story before I go back and change things. I used to obsess over every paragraph and could never get the end. The key is to get the story out, and then edit and revise later.


How long have you been writing?


I’ve been writing since I was a small child. I started writing short stories, and then books when I was in the second grade. I’d draw the pictures and bind it with cardboard wrapped with wallpaper. I still have a few saved.


What part of the writing process is the hardest for you?


The hardest part of the writing process for me is finally letting go and saying that the story is complete. I always have something that I want to change or elaborate on. It takes great courage to complete a story and let others read it.


What tips can you give on how to get through writers block?


I like to take a walk and listen to music. Sometimes changing the scenery can really help. I’ll go to a new location and just sit and write little stories about the people in the coffee shop, or someone that walks by. Before you know it, you’re inspired again, and writing is no longer so difficult. I’ll also light a candle or incense and just daydream about faraway places.

What kind of music do you like to listen to while you write?


I listen to Celtic music and movie soundtracks. Braveheart has an incredible soundtrack, as well as Inception and Dark Knight. They are very inspiring!


Who is your favorite author?


I don’t have just one! I love Stephen King, Tolkien, Anne Rice, and Terry Goodkind. My newest favorite is Brandon Sanderson.


Who is your favorite character from a book?


Halston from my series, The Chronicles of Koa! He is one amazing angel. He’s blonde, British, and Koa’s boss. Halston is an angel on the quest for redemption and has a difficult time choosing between duty and his love for a certain someone.


What is your favorite book?


My favorite book right now is Mistborn. It’s incredible! The Lord of the Rings is also a favorite of mine.


Read anything good lately?


I have most recently started Eisenhorn by, Dan Abnett. It is a fantastic sci-fi novel with such depth.


What do you like to do when you're not writing?


When I am not writing, I travel at every chance I get. I also study foreign languages, history, and traditional Asian cuisine. I also love art, so I paint and sketch as well.


What advice would you give an author just starting out?


I would tell any aspiring author to never give up. Find the courage to believe in your writing, and despite criticism, remember that you cannot please everyone, but if it is something you truly love to do, never stop.


Have you had anything else published?


Besides Netherworld and Dark Prophet, I’ve published a paranormal collection called Thicker Than Blood, as well as Empty Your Heart, Wicked Webs, and have stories in A World of Joy and A World of Worlds.


What's your next project?


I am working on the third book of the Chronicles of Koa series as well as a new series called Academia of the Beast. Sin-Reaper, my sci-fi/fantasy novel, will be released in June 2014.


Author Bio
Amateur artist, traveling enthusiast, and wannabe rock star, K.N. Lee is an American author who resides in North Carolina. She enjoys writing fantasy, horror, and twisted short stories. She also writes poetry and does a great deal of promoting other authors on her websites. When she is not cooking traditional Asian meals for her friends, she travels the world and practices foreign languages.

Her works include, The Chronicles of Koa: Netherworld, Dark Prophet, Wicked Webs, Empty Your Heart, and the paranormal collection of short stories, Thicker Than Blood. Her short fantasy story, The Last of the Jinn, is in the anthology, A World of Worlds and The Ticking Ring is in A World of Joy by ASMSG authors.

She lives with her two dogs, Raven and Loki.


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