Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Chronicles of the Uprising: Annihilation~Katie Salidas Release Day

Chronicles of the Uprising: Annihilation
Author: Katie Salidas

Genre: Paranormal, dystopian, vampires, shifters
Publisher: Independent

Release Date: January 26, 2016

Blurb: Death is the easy way out. 
Still clinging rabidly to power, the Elites spin lies of prejudice and hatred, stoking the flames of war. 
The sole driving force toward peace, Mira, had sacrificed everything. But her strength alone was not enough. 
It will take the strength of many to finish what she started. As the world lurches toward war, each party has much to lose. Human. Vampire. Otherkin. The only outcomes are peace… or death.

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Mira wasn’t moving. Wasn’t drinking. Justine struggled not to let the thought seep in that her friend might truly have met her end. 
No, dammit! She’s a vampire. Why isn’t she waking?
Looking every bit a corpse, Mira’s features had gone even paler than normal. Her lips, no longer pink, were nothing more than withering bruises. Eyes, pale as the sunlit sky she’d never been allowed to see, had turned murky and gray. The wound in her chest, where her heart should be, had long since stopped oozing blood. Little hope remained, but Stryker and even Justine couldn’t allow the reality to set in: that Mira had seen her last battle.
“No. This isn’t how it ends!” Justine launched herself at Mira. She pounded on the fallen vampire’s chest, cracking ribs and forcing what little blood she had in her body to gurgle out of the open chest wound.
“You’re not helping!” Stryker growled. The hulking wolf-man grabbed Justine by the scruff of her neck and hauled her upwards. “How do we fix this?”
“I don’t know.” Justine wanted to fight. Part of her wanted the permission to rail on him and unleash all her strength. She could take him. And even if she couldn’t, the pounding she’d get could be no worse than the pain she felt.
The hole in Mira’s chest. This wasn’t a death deserving of a warrior. She should have at least been given the courtesy of an honorable end.
“Listen to me, vampire.” Flames engulfed the amber of Stryker’s eyes as he held Justine up against the cold stone wall. "“You make this right. You fix this. Fix her. Or, so help me, I will bleed you dry."

About The Author
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.

Check out the other books in the Chronicles series

Initiation: Chronicles of the Uprising pequel
The great cataclysm wiped almost all life from the face of planet Earth, but tiny pockets of survivors crawled from the ashes, with only one thought: survival, at any cost. 
But not all survivors were human. 
In the new world order being a Vampire is a crime punishable by eternal servitude in the arena as a Gladiator of the Iron Gate. Mira, a newly turned vampire, must prove she has what it takes to survive in the human's world. It's kill or be killed. Immortality is not guaranteed.

Dissension, Book 1
The great cataclysm wiped almost all life from the face of planet Earth, but tiny pockets of survivors crawled from the ashes, with only one thought: survival, at any cost. 
But not all survivors were human. 
In the dark, militant society that has risen in the aftermath, vampires, once thought to be mythical, have been assimilated and enslaved. Used for blood sport their lives are allowed to continue only for the entertainment of the masses. Reviled as savages, they are destined to serve out their immortal lives in the arena, as gladiators. 
And there is no greater gladiator than Mira: undefeated, uncompromising...and seemingly unbreakable. When an escape attempt leads Mira into the path of Lucian Stavros, the city’s Regent, her destiny is changed forever. 
Lucian, raised in a culture which both reviles and celebrates the savagery and inhumanity of vampires, finds Mira as intriguing as she is brash. An impulsive decision - to become Mira’s patron – changes more than just Lucian’s perception about vampire kind. The course of his life is altered in ways he could never have predicted – a life that is suddenly as expendable as hers. 
Can Mira prove to Lucian that all is not as it seems? Can Lucian escape centuries of lies, bloodshed, and propaganda to see the truth? Or will the supreme power of the human overlords destroy them both? 


Complication: Book 2
Narrowly escaping death at the hands of the Magistrate, Mira travels west, toward the coast. With three weakened human fugitives accompanying her, she searches for the mythical land of Sanctuary. 
After encountering a pack of wolf shifters, headed by the charismatic—and brazen—Stryker, Mira learns that Sanctuary is real after all. Caldera Grove: home of the Otherkin. Hidden in the mouth of a dormant volcano, it has protected its residents from humans since the early days following the great cataclysm. For Mira— a vampire— Caldera Grove is a land of peace; an escape from the relentless persecution of the humans who once enslaved her, and an end to the daily struggle and bloodshed of being a gladiator. 
For the humans accompanying her, Caldera Grove means death. Humans, greedy and untrustworthy creatures, are destroyed before they can penetrate its borders. 
To plead her case for entry into Caldera, Mira must abandon her companions, albeit temporarily, and follow Stryker into the heart of the city. What she finds within Caldera Grove presents her with an unenviable decision between her own desires for freedom and peace, or honor and the human companions who risked it all for her.


Revolution: Book 3
Peace is an illusion. Blood, violence, and death follow Mira like shadows. 
Battle lines have been drawn between human and Otherkin, and a bloody war is on the horizon: one that will end in either a shift in the world’s balance of power...or ultimate destruction. 
In spite of their strength, powers, and a rage known only by the oppressed, the Otherkin are evenly matched by the superior numbers of the human army. To tip the balance in their favor, the Otherkin need more soldiers – and their only options are the Gladiators of New Haven city. 
Mira is sent across enemy lines to recruit any able-bodied vampires to her cause. But what she discovers along the way will blur the lines between friends and enemies. Seeds of doubt weaken Mira’s allegiance, and she finds herself torn between the old masters who used her as entertainment and the new ones who consider her as nothing more than a weapon. 
As the war draws near, Mira will have to decide what she is truly fighting for.


Transition: Book 4
Peace is just a breath between battles for Mira. Hardened by slavery and war, she longs for the simpler life, knowing that it might never be hers to enjoy. There is always another battle waiting to be fought, another foe on the horizon. Peace between humans, vampires, and otherkin may be nothing more than a dream, but Mira holds out hope. 
It is during this brief respite that Mira is gifted one of her greatest weapons. Though it brings with it memories of a time when she was not so jaded, it also comes with a reminder of terrible pain and loss. Awakening deeply hidden emotions within her, if Mira can use this to her advantage, she’ll have a new ally in the next battle to come. 


Retribution: Book 5
Immortality is never guaranteed... 

As much as she dreams of a simpler existence, blood and violence are Mira’s way of life. Former gladiator turned freedom fighter; she’s carved a trail from New Haven to Caldera Grove and back, freeing her people, the vampires, from enslavement by the humans. 
But with victory almost within reach, a new and powerful enemy emerges. One who’ll be satisfied with nothing less than complete subjugation—or destruction—of all supernatural beings. 
With a secret army of his own, he’s more than prepared for any resistance Mira and her patchy rebel forces can offer, and demands their immediate surrender. 
Never one to back away from a fight, Mira believes she’s ready for anything. But with the battle lines drawn she will be forced to make the ultimate sacrifice. 
Kill or be killed. 


Other books by Katie Salidas

Carpe Noctem Book 1
Pandors's Box Book 3
Soulstone Book 4

Dodging Eros by Cardyn Brooks Blog Tour

Title: Dodging Eros
Author: Cardyn Brooks
Series: Stand Alone
Genre: Erotica
Publisher: Private Moments Publishing
Release Date: Jan 21 2016
Edition: eBook & Print
When is love a safe haven, a shield or a launch pad? When is it a mine field or a trap? 

Dodging Eros, Through Past, Present and Pleasure is something different about love.
Cupid is not simply a cherubic prankster.
Cupid is a tireless hunter. He’s dangerous.
While men and women bait and lure each other into the tricky gauntlet of attraction, Cupid circles, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Siblings Danya, Monica, and Warwick Fullerton come from a family tradition of love that endures. They understand the risks and rewards of loving and being loved, but the intersection of the politics of pleasure with the evolution of 21st-century society versus entrenched ideas about who is expected to love whom challenges them to fight for their beliefs, which differ from their parents’ ideas.
Dodging Eros uses the early 20th-century past as prologue about the present day to frame the generational shifts in the risks of loving and being loved as the Fullertons confront their personal demons and battle The Fellowship, a secret society of power brokers conceived during the era of U.S. Prohibition now expanded into a modern international network of corruption.

Include an Image for Character of  Warwick Fullerton

A physical blend of Morris Chestnut, Tyson Beckford and Boris Kojo with the I.Q. of Dr. Neil Degrasse Tyson combined with the level of enthusiasm for and expertise in academic historical study as Dr. Henry Louis Gates, Jr.  

[No image attached because each reader has the right to customize their idea of Warwick’s appearance according to their own interpretations of the text.]
Name:  Warwick Fullerton
DOB: (I don’t explicitly state this for my main characters because it tends to be prejudicial.)
Place of Birth: Darlingfield, Virginia, U.S.A.
Special Talent: de-escalating hostage situations
Greatest Accomplishment: saving a school bus full of children from a bank robber who tried to escape the crime scene on foot when his car wouldn’t start
Age: real grown
Jobs to date: 1. civilian hostage negotiator  2. college history professor; teaching assistant, adjunct, full-time instructor, now tenured faculty
Countries traveled to: Mexico, Canada, Jamaica, Spain, Italy
Countries wants to travel to: continental tour of all 50+ African nations
Times almost died: 1
# Partners: He doesn’t count them.
Positions: ;) ;) (Be Naughty Here): He’s working his way through the Kama Sutra and tagging the ones he and his lovers enjoy most.

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Bossy v. Moody
Danya and Rick: Their Beginning
Mona Fullerton snagged her husband’s upper arm and tugged until he slowly stepped a few paces backward out of the short hallway in front of the food prep area and into the walk-in pantry in their family bakery in .  
“Stop looking at our new worker like you’re planning to put him in a headlock, John,” she whispered as they both watched Danya, their youngest child, show Frederick Maxwell how to knead and shape dinner rolls for the final rise. Mona thought the two young people looked adorable standing next to each other in their matching Full Bake ball caps and t-shirts.
“Oh, no, ma’am, a headlock is too good for that boy who keeps looking at our baby girl.” Bewilderment seeped through the menace in the soft growl of his whispered threat.
Mona shifted her gaze away from her daughter’s budding summer romance with the young man who was working off what he owed for his share of replacing the front window of the bakery when he and his friends decided in their drunken inspiration to use the wrought-iron bench on the sidewalk as a ramp for practicing their daredevil skateboard tricks. She thanked God that it was three skateboards instead of three bodies that crashed through the glass.
While her husband scowled at their daughter’s would-be beau, Mona studied John’s stern profile and still recognized the tenderhearted boy and former Black Panther civil rights activist in the man standing beside her.
“Rick is a decent boy, John. He stayed and waited for the police even though his two friends ran,” she said quietly, reminding him of facts he already knew.
She embraced him with one arm around his waist and squeezed when he chuffed with grudging acknowledgement.
“John, your ladybug is now a young woman who’s coming into her own power. We need to trust her to live her life based on everything we’ve taught her.
“Plus, this is just a summer flirtation. In six weeks Danya returns to State and Rick goes back to school in a few days later.”
Mona’s words were a consoling reminder to herself as well as to her worried husband because at first she had dismissed the idea that this smart, good-looking, privileged white boy was seriously interested in pursuing Danya. But weeks of observing the boy’s awareness of and attentiveness to Danya had made his respectful intentions obvious.
Rick also let Danya scold him about cheerful eye contact and using words instead of grunts when serving customers who might choose to buy their baked goods elsewhere from more courteous workers.
Mona couldn’t blame her daughter for being curious about Rick. She understood that times were different now. Interracial dating wasn’t as rare or dangerous as it had been during Mona’s younger years, but she believed that all three of her children would choose to marry Black people when they were ready to settle down. She needed to believe it for her own peace of mind.
“Come on, John,” she said. “Glaring at the boy won’t change anything. Let’s finish payroll.”
Mona counted his heavy sigh accompanied by his slow turn toward the business office as a win for all four of them--Danya, Rick, John and herself.
Hours later and two blocks away from the bakery, Danya said, “Rick, get in the car right now. Please. It’s raining. And lightning! Your parents wouldn’t want you to risk getting electrocuted.”
Rick wasn’t so sure. His parents had been furious with him when they came to get him at the police station a month ago the night he and his friends broke the big front window at the Fullerton Bakery. They’d taken him into one of the interrogation rooms and expressed their disappointment with his poor choices: underage drinking, getting drunk, destroying private property, skating outside of a skate park, cowardly friends.
In fact, his dad had said Rick’s decision to remain at the scene of the crime was the only reason the ’s weren’t filing a complaint and the police weren’t pursuing any criminal charges against him. It was also the reason his parents were taking away his driving privileges for the entire summer, but not grounding him. Friends could pick him up and drop him off for social activities only. Rick had to walk or ride his bike--like a little kid!--to and from the early Saturday morning alcohol education classes at the police station, his restitution work at the bakery and his regular summer intern job as a physical endurance trainer in the evenings at the YMCA. Weight training combined with walking and running to his two jobs meant he was stronger and more physically fit than he’d ever been. He’d completed the mandatory alcohol ed course last weekend with his former friends. So that torture was done. Thank you, sweet lamb of God.
Rick stopped at the corner when Danya stopped for the red light at the empty intersection. He bent low to make eye contact with her through the half-lowered passenger window on the ancient compact car her grandmother used to drive around Darlingfield before she got too sick to renew her driver’s license.
“Boss Dan, when we’re not at the bakery I don’t have to do what you say. Go on home. I’m fine.”
He tapped the roof of her car, then stood and stepped off the curb as the traffic light glowed green.
Danya slid the car into first, then second gear, pacing Rick as he jogged along the sidewalk. He was drenched from head to toe. Water splashed up to his knees with each of his quick, long strides.
When the steady downpour instantly switched to a deluge of slanting sheets of rain, Danya sped up to turn right at the next intersection, stopping abruptly to block his path. She leaned over to unlock the door and shoved it open.
“Rick, please let me take you to the YMCA,” she yelled to be heard over the whooshing rain when he grabbed the edge of the door in order to slam it closed. “Save your stoic endurance for your clients at the gym, Moody Broody Maxwell!”
Rick got into her car. Because he was soaked down to the bone and tired of worrying that Danya might
wreck her car while dividing her attention between watching him and navigating the slick streets. He pulled the door closed with a slam, adjusted the seat as far back as it would go and still felt cramped as he fastened his seat belt before he rolled up the window, then turned to watch Danya’s expressive face while she pulled a k-maneuver to get back onto the road to the YMCA. The enclosed space filled his head with the smell of wet fabric softener mixed with spiced dough and Danya’s unique savory scent.
“Thanks for the ride,” he said, wiping his wet face and slicking back his wet hair with the wet palms of his hands. “So you’re naturally bossy all of the time.”
“Yes.” She nodded, then turned to smile at him in a way that made him smile, too.
For the next two blocks they argued about how he planned to get home after work. Danya speculated aloud about rearranging her evening plans in order to work out until the end of Rick’s shift. By the time she pulled up to the employee entrance for the YMCA Rick had agreed--promised--to call his parents if it was still raining later.
“Did you catch Rick before he left the bakery, Glen?”
His wife Jane’s melodious voice floated to him as he closed and locked the front door.
“No,” he said while taking off his Colorado Academy ball cap, shaking out of his trench coat and hanging it on the top edge of the open door to the front closet as his wife’s soft footsteps tapped closer.
“No?” she asked before sweeping her gaze over him from head to toe, then leaning up to kiss him on the lips and pulling back quickly when he reached for her.
“I’ve seen a lot of lightning, Glen. Where is our son?”
He grabbed her soft hand and squeezed it gently to reassure her.
“The ’s youngest was dropping Rick off when I traced his route from the bakery to the gym. He looked wet. That’s on me,” Glen said as they walked down the central hall toward the kitchen. “I know Rick takes everything I say about rules of conduct literally. I should have reminded him to call home for a ride when I heard rain in the forecast.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said when Jane placed a mug of hot coffee in front of him as she sat next to him with her own steaming mug of the strong brew he preferred.
“I took away his driving privileges because seeing that broken plate glass window and imagining Rick cut and bloodied, maimed or dead still wakes me up in a cold sweat some nights. I wanted the punishment to inflict so much aggravation on him that he’ll never do anything that stupidly dangerous again.
“But he should know that I don’t want him to get sick in the rain or struck by lightning. Right, Jane. Why doesn’t he know that? Why didn’t he call?”
Jane watched her husband chug his coffee and wondered for the thousandth time in the past two years what she could do to mend the widening rift between Glen and their son.
Some of it was due to Rick’s evolution from boy to man, where their son’s very liberal leanings clashed with Glen’s life-long conservative ideals. Jane suspected that a young man’s need to establish his own identity separate from his father’s was the source of most of their communication problems.
“Glen, Rick has strictly followed his punishment rules without any slip-us for the past month. Otherwise,
Melissa would have told us since she never passes on an opportunity to torment her older brother.”
They both laughed.
When their shared amusement faded, she asked, “What if we allow him to drive to and from his jobs only? It worries me when he leaves before dawn to go to the bakery, and gets home from the gym after sunset. Darlingfield is a safe place, but criminals are opportunists and someone might view Rick as an easy target because he’s by himself--despite his size and obvious physical strength.”
Jane stopped talking even though additional arguments hovered on the edge of her tongue. She knew her husband well enough to understand that he had started this conversation so she could convince him of what he already knew: The severity of Rick’s penance had made its point.
They sipped their coffee in silence until Glen asked for a refill. While Jane stood and walked to the counter, her husband knocked his knuckles once against the kitchen table.
“You’re right, Jane. We’ll lift some of his driving restrictions. Let him drive directly to and from work. I’ll tell Rick when I pick him up tonight. What time’s he off?”
Jane glanced at her son’s work schedule taped to the side of the refrigerator.
She brought the pot over to the table and half-filled both of their mugs. Once she’d placed the nearly empty pot on the trivet in the center of the table and reseated herself, Jane caught her husband’s eye as he sipped.  
“After you tell Rick about his partially restored driving privileges, Glen, remind him to make sure he protects himself and his future every time he’s with a girl.”
Her husband paused, lowering his mug without breaking eye contact. “You think he’s fooling around with the girl?”
Jane thought about the look on Rick’s face the few times he’d griped to her about Danya’s high expectations for his work performance at her family’s bakery. In Jane’s opinion her son’s attitude reflected more intrigue than annoyance.
“No, I don’t think he’s done anything with her. Yet. But I think he wants to.”
Glen liked the Fullertons. His department supervisor at the municipal water treatment plant always hired them to cater their holiday parties. Everyone in the family was professional and well-spoken. Over the years he and John Fullerton had agreed on more than one issue at Darlingfield town meetings and school fundraisers, but Glen still believed that keeping things simple with personal relationships was best for everyone.
“We’ll swing by the drugstore on the way home.”

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Cardyn Brooks writes erotica as social commentary. Her C. X Brooks persona writes edgier variations on similar themes.
Cardyn Brooks writes erotica as social commentary. Her C. X Brooks persona writes edgier variations on similar themes.

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The UnCensored Truth:Let's Talk About Sex L.G Erikson Blog Tour

Title: The Uncensored Truth: Let’s Talk About Sex
Author: L.G. Erikson
Series: Standalone
Genre: Nonfiction
Publisher: DivisonHouse Publishing
Release Date: Feb 27 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
Sources: Author
What exactly is mind-blowing sex? Are women and men really that different? Why is sex so important for our well-being?
The author fearlessly explains in juicy details what it takes — for anyone — to experience real sexual bliss. "Let's Talk About Sex" gives you an unprecedented insight into the nature of sexuality from every possible angle. Packed with loads of information and highly entertaining stories we learn how to discover our true nature. Whether you're in a relationship or into one night stands, this book has something for everyone.
In a refreshingly straightforward language, the author tackles social and sexual taboos and encourages all readers to truly become themselves.
A bold, fascinating, and empowering read that will make you rethink everything you've learned about sex.
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from Chapter 1, INTRODUCTION
Many books have been written about sex. A lot of them attempt to explain to women what really turns him on. Some are very technical while others point out the so-called differences between men and women by suggesting ideas on how to deal with this lack of understanding the opposite gender.
This is NOT one of those books.
I came up with the idea when I finally realized that most women have never had real mind-blowing sex nor do they really know what it is. Initially targeted primarily towards women, I came to realize that men would likely benefit from the book’s content as well because if women really take my message to heart, their relationship with their partner could easily turn into a gift that keeps on giving.
This book suits every kind of scenario: the one night stand, the casual dater, even the rock-solid traditional relationship. While it’s mainly for heterosexuals, it might also benefit the lesbian community. Homosexuals express their sexuality much more freely in the first place, therefore they might not benefit as much from this book.
Many statements in this book are pretty straightforward, some might be perceived as blunt, nevertheless they’re not meant to offend anyone. I made it a point not to oblige to political or social correctness simply because I believe that doing so often hinders people from telling the truth and ultimately it has become the root of many misunderstandings. Another reason why I wrote this book is that we tend to tiptoe around the subject of sex, which is the cause of a lot of confusion.
This book contains detailed descriptions of specific experiences from different people, all of which really happened.
I’ve written this book to change your perception of sex and, maybe in some form, of life.
Rule Number 1:
Open your mind.
This is where it all starts. Most women have all kinds of pre-conceived ideas. Some think sex is only there for procreation or to please their man. Some women may try to manipulate him into committing to them, providing them with goods; using sex as a negotiating tool, which inevitably finds some men becoming very good liars just to get laid, and the battle of the sexes began…
Then there is also the biological stuff; women are supposedly by nature not equipped to enjoy sex the way a man does due to how their brain is wired. They supposedly can’t climax as easily as a man because of physical factors and everything is complicated by their emotions. They can’t have sex without love – so they say – doctors, scientists, teachers, therapists and other worldly scholars.
What if I told you that any woman can have multiple orgasms, yes, even squirt (this is not only limited to porn stars), while enjoying the lust and the pure physicality of sex without the need to be emotionally involved? I’m not suggesting that sex is better if you’re not emotionally involved, but only when we separate the two for the time being, we can weed out all these hindering ideas about sex. What if I told you that it’s possible to melt with your sex partner without the need to be in love, but just for the simple enjoyment of the moment! Incredible sex is possible in and outside of relationships for both men and women.
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Who is L.G. Erikson?
"L.G. Erikson was born on a warm, beautiful day in the spring of......." - hold on, you can't tell them that!
Okay, let's continue: "She.... He grew up with one brother, mother and father in....." - never mind, can't tell them that, either.
"He.... She had the opportunity to experience a lot of different cultures. From early childhood on, she.... he was very outspoken and curious about the world and the people in it. That continued while growing up. He.... she formed many friendships with people from all kinds of backgrounds, and learned a lot about.... well.... a lot. In time, it became clear to her.... him, that his ability to think outside the box needed to be shared with the world, so he started writing down his observations. Finally, he.... she realized the time had come to write the first book: The Uncensored Truth: Let's Talk About Sex." - Done. The End.
Wait....What?? Isn't this the section where you're supposed to tell your readers more about you personally? You're just gonna leave them in the dark?
Yes! That's exactly what I want!
See, my gender, race, origin, age or real name are completely irrelevant for the context of my book. How would revealing that information help me to open their minds?? If anything, it would tempt them to draw the wrong conclusions if they knew all this stuff about me. Besides, there is a lot more to come - yes, there will be more books - and I want them to keep reading without prejudice.
But then again, who knows.... Maybe someday in the future I will reveal my identity....when the time is right.

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What does 2016 hold for you as an author?
My main goals for 2016 are promoting my book and creating new blog posts. I also plan to start my next book, which will be about human nature, sometime later this year.

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