Friday, November 28, 2014

Lovely (Elite Doms of Washington Book 1) by Elizabeth Safleur

Congressman Jonathan Brond has mastered his work, his reputation and the art of sexual domination while keeping his family’s political legacy intact. But a chance encounter with college student Christiana Snow promises something he didn’t think was possible–meeting someone honest.

When the charismatic man proposes a summer of sensual, sexual submission, Christiana leaps into his world—the antidote to her bland life.

But Washington, D.C. is an unforgiving place; soon gossip and scandal threatens their relationship. Yet, in a town of players, sometimes introducing a new game is the only way out. Who knew love would be the winning plan?

My Review

Rating - 4.5 Books

I received ARC in exchange for an honest review. 

This is a fast paced super steamy novel.This book came so much than I expected,I love the unexpected twist and turn of events.I like this book the premises was great and the chemistry of the characters was A++.I got sucked into the story from the very first page.

Christiana is submissive,loyal with a big heart. Jonathan is very loving and he really want Christiana to trust him completely.

This page turner leaves you feeling vindicated and wanting more of HOT Jonathan.

I can say that the author has done a good job in executing this one. 

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Blog Tour - Raven Takes a Pearl by Sharon Lynn Fisher

Raven Takes a Pearl
Fantasies in Color
Book Two
Sharon Lynn Fisher

Genre: Steampunk Erotica (BDSM)

Publisher: West 26th Street Press
Date of Publication: Oct. 29, 2014


Number of pages: 45
Word Count: 12,000

Cover Artist: Rafido

Book Description:

Second novelette in the Fantasies in Color series by RWA RITA-nominated author Sharon Lynn Fisher ...

Pearl knows it was Raven who stole her mama's heart -- a beautiful quartz stone given to her by Pearl's father right before he died. She sets off alone to the crow-man's keep determined to bring back the stone, but she's caught by a servant and taken to the tower.

The dark-winged ruler of the keep isn't at all what she imagined, and he isn't about to let Pearl go before unlocking all her mysteries -- mysteries she never dreamed her body possessed.

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We pass through a corridor lit by more of the strange lamps, most notably an octopus with an arm span of a dozen feet and a large green light bulb for a head. A clock is mounted just under the bulb, and as it strikes the hour, the arms begin to adjust their position along the wall, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of grinding gears.
Wilkes catches me eyeing it and says, “Master makes them all himself.”
“Who is ‘Master’?” I reply, fear sharpening the edges of my voice. “Where does he come from? Who made him like that?”
“Same as makes us all, Pearl. The Maker.”
“You mean to say he was born like that?” 
“Are any of us as we were when we first separated from our mothers’ bodies?”
This sounds like something my pa would say, and is not at all the sort of chat I want to have right now.
“What makes him do it?” I demand. “Why does he steal things?”
“Master Raven acquires objects for his inventions. Cast-off things, or things the owner will not long miss.”
“Ha,” I grunt, “and what would a silly old crow-man who has no use for other living souls know about that?”
 Wilkes follows me down the corridor, so he can’t see it’s not only anger that’s choking me up. But also I can’t see what he thinks of my answer.
At the end of the corridor we climb a dizzying number of steps that wind upward like a corkscrew. We rise up through a hole in the floor into the “workshop.”
Workbenches line the walls, and every surface is covered with what look like machines in various states of repair or assembly. There are heaps of “acquired” objects up here as well, and I steal a quick look around the room for Ma’s stone.
The tower has but one large window fitted with amber-tinted panes, so it’s only moderately brighter than the rooms below. More lamps range around the perimeter, but these mostly use clear light bulbs so it feels less like being in a submersible — or at least what I’d imagine a submersible to feel like. Near the window is a tall easel holding a stack of parchment. Symbols and numbers and diagrams have been scratched over almost every inch of the first sheet. I notice now that many sheets, similarly scrawled upon, have been hung along the walls. Some of the diagrams seem to be carefully labeled drawings of Raven himself.
“Here, Wilkes,” he calls, and Wilkes takes me by the arm and leads me over to the easel. Next to it is a sort of stand, shaped like an X, with a system of straps and buckles.
I jump as the manservant pushes me toward the stand, and the moment my back touches it I begin to fight him in earnest.
“What are you doing?” I demand, shoving at his chest.
Wilkes doesn’t reply, but he uses his body to seal me against the stand. His eyes bore into mine, transmitting something hot and alive, as he raises my arms over my head.
Raven joins us, and I cry out as he fits leather cuffs over my wrists and ankles.
“Leave us,” orders Raven.
As Wilkes withdraws, Raven steps back, cradles his elbow in one hand, and props his head on the other, watching me.
“What do you want from me?” I shout, straining against the cuffs.
His brow furrows as his eyes move over me. I’m not sure he’s heard me.
“Master Raven!” I insist.
He drops his arms and moves to stand directly in front of me. We regard each other, my heart vibrating my chest, and I become aware that the fear that grips me is changing — in a way I don’t understand well enough to explain to anyone, including myself.
My heart still hammers. My breaths come faster. I am afraid. But something warm and velvet is awake and moving low in my belly.
Raven reaches for a lever and tugs it gently. The X-stand tilts backward, angling my body.
He draws nearer, reaching a gloved hand to the top fastening of my corset. I gasp as he runs a finger from the hook, along the ridge of the corset, tip grazing the soft, rounded flesh above. His finger passes back and forth, my breath increasing with his momentum, until finally his fingertip stops just above my nipple. He presses into the soft flesh and then suddenly tugs upward.
My nipple pops free of the corset. Heat builds between my legs and my mouth waters. He meets my gaze, and my lips part, short puffs of breath moving in and out. His fingertip slides down, and with the soft leather of his glove he begins to slowly rub.
“I … Master … ”
He ducks his head closer, positioning the magnifying device over his eye and focusing it over my nipple. I feel the cold metal of its tip pressing against me, surrounding the small red flower.
“Hold very still,” he says, and I try to stop breathing. But it’s not possible.

About the Author:

An RWA RITA Award finalist and a three-time RWA Golden Heart Award finalist, Sharon Lynn Fisher writes stories for the geeky at heart — meaty mash-ups of sci-fi, suspense, and romance, with no apology for the latter. She lives where it rains nine months of the year. And she has a strange obsession with gingers (down to her freaky orange cat). In addition to her erotica stories, she’s authored three science fiction romance novels for Tor Books: Ghost Planet (2012), The Ophelia Prophecy (2014), and Echo 8 (2015).

How did you come up with the title? 

That's a great question, as this story was different for me, process-wise. Usually I come up with story titles before everything else, and the whole story sort of unpacks from that. But in this case I was well into the story before I started working on the title. I wanted something that would hint at both the fantasy/steampunk aspect and the bondage element. The original title was "Raven Binds the Maiden." I chose RAVEN TAKES A PEARL because of the fun double-meaning (I won't spoil by explaining!). 

What are some of the references that you used while researching this book?

Part of the inspiration for this story came from a book I'm reading on mythology, TRICKSTER MAKES THIS WORLD, by Lewis Hyde. According to Hyde, when the trickster figure (Raven, Coyote, Loki, etc.) enters the picture, everything changes. That's certainly true in the case of Master Raven!

I also looked at pages of Google images to find inspiration for dressing my steampunk heroine. That was tons of fun! 

What do you think most characterizes your writing?

Probably that I almost always include some geeky aspect. In RAVEN, the hero is an inventor and a tinkerer, and really a geek at heart. I also typically explore the question of what it means to be human via characters that are marginalized due to being only partly human. Almost all the stories I've written include these elements.  

What was the hardest part of writing this book?  

Honestly this story was like butter. I have no idea why. It was just one of those stories that rushed right out of me. And that is definitely not true of all of them. But these two main characters really sprang fully formed from my mind. The setting, too, is incredibly vivid — like a place I've been before. In a way I have, because RAVEN is sort of a dark sister to a sweet steampunk romance I wrote, A HEART FOR COPPER (a CYOA type story on They are set in the same world, and both have an inventor hero and share the theme of awakening.  

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

I think the steampunk and fantasy elements. I've always been (probably always will be) a speculative fiction writer, and I LOVE world building. Loved creating visuals of both Pearl's world and Raven's keep. I also really loved finding Pearl's voice. It's very different from other heroines I've written. 

Do you have a specific writing style? 

Hmm, I'm not sure! Normally I'd answer this question with something like I did in the question above ("what characterizes your writing"). Since I already said all that, I guess I'd just add that my critique partner says I'm the master of the twisty plot. I quite like that!  

What are your current projects?

My next release is my third book from Tor, ECHO 8 (February 3). It's a sort of paranormal, suspense, sci-fi mashup (with a love triangle!). I also have an in-progress novella on Wattpad — RED: LOVE IN THE TIME OF FLESH-EATERS (free read). Finally, I hope to be starting my third novelette in this series very soon! In my day job I'm editorial director for (and a partner in), an interactive romance and erotica publisher. 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 

When I write I'm thinking first and foremost about entertaining readers, but larger themes do tend to creep in. This one definitely explores what it means to be human, as well as the theme of awakening. Pearl's awakening is sexual on the surface (it's erotica after all), but on a deeper level it's about finding the courage to leave our safe place and discover who we really are. 

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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Blog Tour - Mistress for Hire by Letty James

Mistress for Hire
Letty James

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

Date of Publication: October 15, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-61935-565-1

Number of pages: 172
Word Count: 50,000

Book Description:

Stranded in Paris, Nikki Sommers is desperate for a job, willing to sweep the floors of a local bakery. But Gérard Beauvais knows where Nikki needs to be – not in the bakery, but in his bed. Offering her a job as his personal assistant, Gérard introduces Nikki to the workings of international business, along with the romance and beauty of Paris.

Nikki falls under Gérard’s magnetic spell, only to get a nasty surprise when she discovers she is merely a pawn in an international scandal involving her own sister. Her heart is torn between family and a love she had only fantasized about.

Will she win Gérard’s heart or only be his Mistress for Hire?

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My Review :
Rating -  4 Books

Mistress for hire is a fast and short story. I got confused regarding the relationship between each characters, How Gerard is related to the owner of the bakery. It's not clear also what is the conflict on the story, at first I thought that Nikki's sister is a witch but as the story goes it's not.

As far as Nikki and Gerard's characters, I can easily relate to them. I love Gerard he is so sweet and charming. I like the Paris settings.

Author should give readers at least a little background or an idea regarding other characters. Over all, I enjoyed reading this book.

Excerpt Chapter One
He entered the pâtisserie like a conquering warrior, indecisive patrons falling aside in the wake of his determination to reach the pastry case. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the essence of the bakery. Nikki shrank back from the power emanating from him as clearly as the smell of freshly baked bread rippled from the ovens in back.
Her grandmother’s letter crumpled in her hand. She thrust it into the pocket of her jacket.
The proprietress pushed through the other gray-haired clerks to wait on the man. “Bonjour, Gérard. What can I get for you today?”
To Nikki, the air in the bakery stood still as the massive man swept his chestnut mane off his forehead and his eyes scanned the wide display case full of sweet delicacies.
“Un petit macaron de mangue, s’il vous plaît.”
One small mango macaroon? How could such a large man limit himself to one bite?
“How are we to stay in business with customers ordering one macaron at a time?” she scolded him teasingly as one would a child.
He smiled slowly, his face softening as he looked at her. “Madame, you would make me fat.” He patted his exceptionally trim middle.
“Hmpf.” Madame shook her head and began to fill a large white cardboard box with pastries. Before she could close it, he thrust out his meaty hand, gesturing for the macaron. Nikki pushed her glasses up her nose, watching as he popped the red-and-orange-tinted cookie into his mouth. He closed his eyes, his face tilted toward the heavens, and his hands clenched the lapels of his black wool coat.
His groans and sighs filled the small room. Nikki’s body flushed as she imagined him groaning like that over a woman—over her. She pushed her glasses up again and wiped the perspiration off her upper lip, watching his tongue move under his lips, over his teeth. She couldn’t look away. She felt the pleasure as he felt it. The barely-there crunch of crust, the smooth interior, the silk of mango cream across his tongue. His tongue that would slide across hers when he kissed her. Sucking wet kisses that would consume her.
His eyes opened, a smoky blue-gray, targeting her, his stare pinning her to the wall. Could he see her lust—exposed as clearly as if she were naked before him? Nikki held his hot gaze, desire shimmering between them, then broke the contact, staring down unseeing toward the glass case. Her gut clenched and her heart pounded. By the time she looked up, his broad back blocked the light from the door. Not thinking, she stepped after him, only to be caught up short by the swirling gray fog. He had disappeared, taking her fantasies with him.
Gérard Beauvais adjusted his scarf against the chill wind, rustling dry leaves through the dark cobblestone alley and cursed his morning flight of fancy. As he strode away, he ran his hand down his face, blowing out a sigh. His reaction to the blonde had startled him—an instant attraction that made him forget the sensations in his mouth and feel other longings. He’d forced himself to turn away and not be tempted. He had enough aggravation in his life. But something about her niggled at his brain. Her high cheekbones, the tilt of her head.
He stopped short, the string of the pastry box cutting into his fingers. Of course! She had to be Jessica’s sister! The younger one supposedly still in the States. Once he realized it, the family resemblance was obvious, although he had never reacted to Jessica in such a physical way. Cursing his weakness, he tamped it down, his mind rolling over other complications.
Had she come to demand ransom for the files Jessica held hostage? Gérard turned to confront the conniving bitch, tossing the pastries into the nearest trashcan. He would shake her until the answers rattled out of her head.
Rounding the corner, he halted, seeing Tante Emmaline and the blonde in the window. Emmaline patted the younger woman while she wiped her tears with a tissue. Crocodile tears. Jessica only had to pull that trick on him once to see he was immune. Emmaline certainly had a softer heart than he as she pulled the woman further into the bakery, probably to fill the thief’s belly with sweets while listening to some preposterous sob story.
Gérard’s eyes narrowed as he stepped back into the warmth of the bakery.

About the Author:

Letty James has been devouring romance novels ever since she hid under the covers reading Sweet Savage Love by Rosemary Rogers. And, yes, searching for all the sexy parts. She completed her first novel participating in National Novel Writing Month in 2005 and has been writing furiously ever since, fueled by chocolate and multiple cups of tea.

Along with writing, she enjoys reading, painting, watching movies featuring studly men, and listening in on other people’s conversations.

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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Blog Tour - Forever Mine by Monica Burns

Forever Mine
By Monica Burns


Her future lies in the past 

When a bomb explosion thrusts Victoria Ashton backward in time to 1897, she’s forced to
impersonate the Countess of Guildford. Despite Victoria’s attempts to convince the earl she’s not his wife, her counterpart’s infidelity, lies, and ill-tempered personality makes the task almost impossible. Worse, Victoria finds herself falling in love with a man who loathes her. Only when the earl learns to trust her does she realize her future lies in the past. But love always comes at a price, and she must make a painful sacrifice in order for them to be together.

Her love is what will save him 

Nicholas Thornhill, Earl of Guildford has been searching for his missing wife for three weeks. Rumors of him being guilty of murder make him unwilling to believe his wife’s latest in a multitude of lies. But the changes in Victoria continuously surprise him. Despite his best intentions, he finds the contempt he once felt for his wife turning into something deeper and stronger. But when danger threatens to separate them forever, he must forge a bond with her that crosses the boundaries of time.

A passion to last forever

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My Review

Rating - 4.5 Books

I received ARC in exchange for an honest review.

Victoria Ashton and Nick Barrows ' character is very They are both stubborn and lovable.

I seldom read Time Travel stories but I really enjoy this story,it's all about fate,love and forever. I  laugh,cried and fall in love while reading this novel.

It's a well written and super unique story,super hot intimate scene.I can't put it down and I really like to finish it. What a delightful and  entertaining and passionate story .I can say that the author has done a good job in executing this one

Great job Monica !!


Despite the way he unnerved her, it was impossible to avoid noting how wonderful he smelled. It was a spicy, potently male scent. Deep inside her, a voice cried out for her to press her fingers against his beautiful mouth. The thought made Victoria suck in a quick, sharp breath of air. Nicholas’ eyes darkened with an emotion she didn’t even want to consider defining.

Slowly, he lowered his head until his mouth lightly touched hers. Fire streaked across her skin, its warmth sinking into her pores until it heated her blood like molten lava. She sighed then parted her mouth to lace his lips with the tip of her tongue. A dark sound rumbled in his chest as his tongue swept its way into her mouth and imitated an act her body suddenly craved as if she were starving.

Pleasure swept its way through her. The fiery sensation of it settled into every inch of her body. He said she’d bewitched him, but she was the one under his spell. His lips teased and seduced hers until her body screamed for more.

She wanted him to touch her. Needed him. She arched her hips upward in a silent plea for his touch, and a dark growl vibrated on her lips as he tugged the covers off her. His tongue swirled around hers, teasing and taunting her with each tantalizing stoke. The hot taste of him made her nipples grow hard until they ached with a pleasurable, tantalizing sensitivity. Eager to assuage the need for his touch, she caught his hand and pressed it to her breasts. A growl rumbled out of him as he rubbed his thumb over the rigid peak. The sensation of soft linen between her skin and his hand made her moan softly as his mouth worked its way across her cheek to her neck where he gently nipped at her skin.

Need spun through her, and as he lifted his head to stare down at her, she saw desire darkening his green eyes. A knot of anticipation tightened in her lower body as his hand left her breast and slid downward to her stomach where the heel of his hand pressed into the sensitive spot at the apex of her thighs. The simple pressure made her suck in a sharp breath, and a small smile curved his lips. 

“I want to watch you as I make you shatter from my touch, Victoria.” His words whispered across her senses as his hand pulled the hem of her nightgown upward to expose her completely. 

About the Author

A bestselling author of spicy historical and paranormal romance, Monica Burns penned her first short romance story at the age of nine when she selected the pseudonym she uses today. Her historical book awards include the 2011 RT BookReviews Reviewers Choice Award and the 2012 Gayle Wilson Heart of Excellence Award for Pleasure Me. She is also the recipient of the prestigious paranormal romance award, the 2011 PRISM Best of the Best award for Assassin’s Heart. From the days when she hid her stories from her sisters to her first completed full-length manuscript, she always believed in her dream despite rejections and setbacks. A workaholic wife and mother, Monica believes it’s possible for the good guy to win if they work hard enough.

You can find Monica here: 


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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Author Interview - The Prophets’ Guild by Kristen Reed

The Prophets’ Guild
The Alazne Series
Book Two
Kristen Reed

Genre: Fantasy

Date of Publication: November 20, 2014

ISBN: 978-1482007213

Number of pages: 198
Word Count: 56,800
Cover Artist: Kristen Reed

Book Description:

"The year after molten sand becomes silver glass the following will come to pass: The fire shall give its life’s blood to water, and the wind will rise to claim Hesta’s daughter.”

When a member of The Prophets’ Guild is driven mad by his own divine vision, he travels to Hesta to deliver his final prophecy to the recently-crowned Fire Queen, Alazne, and that act changes the course of her life and the landscape of Faerie forever.

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After meeting with my Lords’ Council over breakfast and consuming a light dinner, I sat in the throne room as I regularly did and listened to the plights of my people. For the rest of the afternoon, I handed out advice and presented solutions as needed to the men and women who came before me. When I revived the old Hestian tradition of opening the great hall to my subjects, I expected to resolve quarrels of great magnitude involving large quantities of money and property, but I quickly learned that some of my people were so obstinate that they were unable to solve even the smallest disputes locally. In the space of two and a half grueling hours, I laid three conflicts centered on betrothals to rest and resolved six disagreements that involved livestock and property. Once those men and women filed out of the great hall, my herald addressed the last remaining fey in attendance.
“Kneel before the throne and state your concerns to the queen,” he directed.
An elderly Hestian man with closely cropped, gray-peppered carmine hair stepped forward and knelt before my throne as he had been commanded. He made the sign of the star to honor the four gods and their fey children, touched his head to the ground, and placed his outstretched arms flat on the pulsating floor tiles. While the first motion was customary amongst my people, the more submissive gesticulation piqued my interest since most male subjects simply bowed or kneeled in my presence based on their rank and our familiarity. However, as much as I wanted to indulge my curiosity about the man’s unusual supplication, he spoke before I could address it.
“The year after molten sand becomes silver glass the following will come to pass: The fire shall give its life’s blood to water, and the wind will rise to claim Hesta’s daughter.”
I furrowed my brow and opened my mouth to respond, but before I could ask the meaning of the man’s strange proclamation, he abruptly rose into a kneeling position and pulled a dagger from his satchel. My ladies in waiting screamed and flames formed in my hands as two knights stepped forward to subdue him, but they did not move swiftly enough. The man plunged the gleaming blade into his abdomen and fell face-forward onto the floor, which burned more brightly as his blood left his body and spilled onto the endlessly rippling surface. The knights quickly rolled the suicidal man onto his back and checked for a heartbeat.
“He is dead, your majesty,” one of the knights announced, obviously shaken by the sudden suicide.
“Please find out who he is,” I ordered, closing my hands to snuff out the flames. “Then report your findings to me and notify his family that he is dead.”
“Yes, your majesty,” they acknowledged.

As the knights lifted the man’s body and began to carry him out of the room, something caught my eye.
The armor-clad men halted and I strode over to them, careful not to step in the blood that soiled my usually immaculate floor. Once I reached the trio, I pulled the dead man’s knife from its fleshy sheath. As I suspected, a vaguely familiar animal had been etched onto the hilt of the blade. A trio of tiny sapphires served as the scintillating eyes of the blue phoenix while its shining silver beak was open as if it had been mid-shriek when the artisan carved its likeness into the weapon.
“Thank you. Now, you may go.”
Once the knights resumed their gruesome task, I turned to face my ladies and made eye contact with Sera, whose naturally bronzed features were nearly as pale as the ivory lace on her dress.
“Sera, please find Esti and Amaia and ask them to meet me in my library.”
“Yes, your majesty,” she acknowledged with a curtsy before leaving the throne room, struggling to keep her gaze from resting on the trail of fresh blood beside her as she fled.
While the man who had died moments before clearly had no desire to end my life, my intuition still told me that a considerable threat was nigh… and that the two women’s guidance would be invaluable if I wanted to protect myself and my subjects from the imminent danger that had just begun to reveal itself.

About the Author

Kristen Reed is an artist, musician, filmmaker, and writer from Dallas, Texas. Her first book from The Alazne Series, The Kings' Council, was published in 2012, and the two subsequent books, The Prophets' Guild and The Valley of Eternity, will be released in 2014 and 2015 respectively.

Kristen also served as the screenwriter, executive producer, and co-director for the feature-length film, The Dahl Dynasty, a modern re-imagining of William Shakespeare's Hamlet. She is a graduate of the University of Texas at Dallas.

How did you come up with the title? 
The Prophets’ Guild is named after a society of seers that lives in the land of Faerie. The fey gods didn’t trust each other enough to sharethe power of omniscience, so they gave it to the fey, fairies, and their other creations. One of the prophets travels to Alazne’s castle in Hesta and voices a prophecy about the Wind God rising from the non-physical plane to claim her as his bride, which raises some questions. Is Garaile her soul mate or was he just the means by which she was freed from her prison and given her powers back? Is Haizea guaranteed victory in his pursuit of her? Alazne wouldn’t need to ask those heavy questions if an impartial third party with prophetic powers hadn’t shared his vision.

What are some of the references that you used while researching this book?
I did some research on ancient Greek architecture as well as wedding scripts and clothing from the era that the novel is based on. I wanted to make the land of Faerie and the fey’s religion just close enough to reality to seem plausible but different enough to be distinct.

What do you think most characterizes your writing?
The fact that my characters don’t necessarily get “fixed” when their circumstances change. Being in Alazne’s head for the length of thenovel gives readers the chance to see that while her life has changed drastically since the beginning of The Kings’ Council, she’s still living with the effects of her past. Even if the events of The Prophets’ Guild didn’t transpire, she and Garaile would still have an imperfect relationship because of the two imperfect, broken people in it.

What was the hardest part of writing this book?  
Revising The Prophets’ Guild was a beast. I wrote the first draft in 2012 right after publishing The Kings’ Council, but I didn’t revisit it until this year. I drastically changed some plot points and doing so had a huge impact on the storyline and the characters’ relationships.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
I loved imagining the non-fey characters. I really wanted to incorporate some mythical beings in this book since The Kings’ Council focused on the fey, so I wound up adding other creatures such as mermaids. They are very different from the beautiful sea-bound creatures I read about as a kid. You definitely wouldn’t want them to rescue you from a shipwreck. Haha.

Do you have a specific writing style? 
I prefer to write from first person. It gives the readers the same limited knowledge as the character narrating, so their view of the world I’ve written is inherently flawed, biased, and incomplete just like it would be in real life.

What are your current projects?
I’m in the middle of editing the third book in The Alazne Series, The Valley of Eternity. I’m also thinking about writing something in thevampire genre since that was my first literary love as a young adult.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 
Throughout The Prophets’ Guildthe characters realize that Haizea and the other gods that they worship are horribly, frighteningly imperfect. Haizea and his fellow gods are the exact opposite of the perfect, loving, merciful God that I believe in, and I want my readers to question how our world would be with equally dreadful gods versus a perfectly benevolent one. 

Best regards,

Kristen Reed