Today Caris Roane is stopping by the blog to talk about her upcoming release, Born of Ashes, and to share an excerpt from the book as well. Hi Caris! Thanks for stopping by!
I think that you’re the only author who’s participating that doesn’t have a bio pic! 😉
Caris Roane has published over fifty Regency romance novels and novellas under the pen name, Valerie King. In 2005, Romantic Times gave her a Career Achievement award in Regency Romance. Having had a long-time love affair with vampires, Caris tackled the paranormal genre and built a unique vampire world based on ascending dimensional earths. Her series is called Guardians of Ascension.
The first novel of the series, Ascension, debuted in January of this year and has been nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewer Choice Award for 2011 in the category of Vampire Romance. Burning Skies was released in May, and the third novel, Wings of Fire, hit the shelves in September. Her novella based on the series, Brink of Eternity, released July 12th as a $.99 e-read! And coming soon, January 3, 2012, the fourth installment, Born of Ashes, will bust open the new year. The fifth novel, Obsidian Flame releases on April 24, 2012.
Caris lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her two cats, Sebastien and Gizzy.
For this Holiday Foreplay post, I chose to share with you today the poem that opens chapter one of BORN OF ASHES and a short section that introduces my French hero, Jean-Pierre, from the protagonist’s point-of-view. Why did I choose this? Because it’s all foreplay, and I’m sticking with Carmel’s theme! After the excerpt, I’ve included a couple of thoughts about the holidays!
I hold him in the palm of my hand,
He presses me to his chest.
His heart thunders through my mind.
Oh, my beloved bleeds for me,
One drop, then another
Until he is spent
And I am satisfied.
— Collected Poems, Beatrice of Fourth
From Chapter One
…Fiona finally looked up at Jean-Pierre, something she avoided as much as she could. The vampire was a pain-in-the-ass, but if she met his gaze, her mind started sinking into a pile of mush and not because of his enthrallment skills but because he was, well, Jean-Pierre.
He was tall, a beautiful six-five to her five-eleven. When she wore heels, she matched him so perfectly that her lips reached his neck, so of course she avoided wearing heels. His eyes were the color of stormy seas, a gray-green-blue. He had strong cheekbones, reckless long blondish, brownish, curly, wavy hair, which he held back in sculpted scraps of pastel brocades, a leftover affectation from revolutionary France days.
But his body was one powerful thrill waiting to happen, a warrior’s body, so muscled, so lean, that her fingers trembled when he was close. She avoiding touching him, but sometimes in her dreams she would spend hours roving her hands over every solid inch of him. Every inch of him.
Worse, however, was that he had a scent that kept her very female body in a state of almost constant arousal, a scent that was completely ridiculous. He smelled like the best cup of coffee every brewed on the face of two worlds, yet at the same time, that coffee was laced with something so male that even standing here, looking at him, her tongue tingled.
A smile touched his lips, those full lips with the upper points that were so kissable. Damn him. He knew exactly what she was feeling since for him, she had the scent of a French patisserie. The universe could often show a surprising sense of humor. They were almost a cliché; coffee and donuts. Okay, so he said she smelled like light buttery croissants. Still…
I adore this couple more than I can say. Jean-Pierre, of all my winged warrior vampires, is very tender with his woman, more than most of the warriors. And Fiona, having served as a blood slave for a hundred and twenty-five years, deserves to be loved by such a man.
Their story is one of rebirth, as the title suggests. Each of their lives has in some way been burned to ashes and out of those ashes something new and wonderful is reborn.
The holidays come at the end of the year as winter approaches. We consider the events of the year and sometimes those events lead us to savor and express mountains of gratitude. Other times, the events have ended in one giant bonfire and we’re forced to reasses. But as the New Year rolls around we begin to rise in a new way, with new hopes and dreams, new resolutions to make the next year better. We are, in that sense, BORN OF ASHES.
May your holidays be full of magic with as few personal bonfires as possible, and may 2012 be your best year ever!
Today, I’d love to hear your plans for the New Year. Mine include writing a series of Novellas based on Guardians of Ascension as well as a novel set in Regency England under my Valerie King pseudonym! Please leave a comment. I’ll be checking in with you throughout the day and responding to any questions you might have for me!
The winner of this giveaway has a choice of one of four titles in Caris’ Guardians of Ascension series, as well as a choice of hand-crafted, wing-based earrings! International. Please read my Giveaway Policy before entering.
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I review Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance books with a focus all things werewolf. Based out of Ottawa, Canada