Current Reading Mood: Urban Fantasy
Quote of the day: “I’d have been dead a long time ago if not for my friends, one of whom had just jumped off the cliff after me.
I’d have been a lot more appreciative if he hadn’t pushed me first." Cassandra Palmer ― Hunt the Moon by Karen Chance

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Curse of the Wolf Tour: Guest Post by Danica Winters


Curse of the Wolf
By Danica Winters

Blurb:

For cursed, shape-shifting Veela, Gloriana, following her heart and giving her body to sexy, tortured werewolf Alexander means one thing-he will die and it will again be her fault.

Once only a man, Alexander finds himself scarred by the memories of his former life and the deceptions and lies that surround him. When a glimmer of light breaks the madness, he must let go of his misguided preconceptions and the hatred that consumes him.

On a mission for blood, they find unity in their desire for revenge, but are driven apart by their pasts. Traveling the darkest paths and fighting the very people they think they can trust, they draw closer to one another's hearts and further into danger.


Will the curse prove to be unstoppable... or is there hope in forbidden love?



Guest Post: 

Danica Winters

June 20th Tour

I have a confession. I absolutely loathe ‘bodice rippers’. How can someone be a romance
novelist and despise a bodice ripper?

Well first, I must answer the question: What is a bodice ripper?

You must remember the covers from long ago—a woman being saved by a man, she’s so weak
that he must support her, and her sleeve is ripped to show that their relationship came to a point
where he could no longer control himself because of her wily seduction.

Please don’t misunderstand me. I adore the thought of romance—that love will thwart all evil.
However what I despise about ‘bodice rippers’ is that around every twist in the plot the heroine
is subordinate to the hero, she must have the hero to survive, and the hero has to push the heroine
in order for her to become the character the reader desires at the end of the novel.

Thankfully those books have gone the way of the dinosaur. Modern romance is a genre where
women are treated with respect and they take control of their lives. In my books, you will never
find a weak woman looking for a man to save them. Instead you will find woman who are like
you and I—strong, smart, fierce, powerful, and ready to confront the world. My characters are
imperfect, they make mistakes, but they grow, they change, and they become better, and most
importantly they never wait on a man.

I love that this is the new face of romance—powerful women being loved by the men who truly
deserve them. And I am honored that I can create works of art that show the strength and beauty
that is in each and every woman.

Happy (non-bodice ripper) reading!

Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
In her human-like Veela form, Gloriana Canis was at a distinct disadvantage. Her feet pounded against the ground as she ran, she crashed through the underbrush, and tripped upon the branches that reached up to snatch her legs. With a muffled growl, she paused as she forced her body to shift into her more powerful wolfen shape.
Dashing after the intruders, she silently passed beneath the low lying branches and bounded over the roots. Her paws silently ab­sorbed the sounds as the ground blurred beneath her. She saw none of the pack that had invaded her territory, so she lifted her snout and sniffed.
The scent of the gray Werewolf was a mix of triumph, malice, and anger, but there were no traces of fear.
Hes a fool. The thieving Were should feel fear above anything elsebecause I soon will be upon him.
When she found the beast, she would tear at his soft fleshthe least vital parts first. Before she finished, he would undoubtedly cry for mercy, but no matter how hard he cried, or how desperately he pleaded, he would find none. The man had tried to steal Bal­durs Vitam Aeternam, the ring of eternal life, from her. The ring was the final memento of Baldurs existence, of their fight for love against all odds and the curse that had taken his life. The Were who attempted to take it from her would have no easy death.
Deeper into the woods, the scent of the gray alpha Were less­ened and was replaced by the musky scent of the brown beta she had seen circling the alpha.
Her strides grew more rapid. She was close.
Weaving around a boulder, her body collapsed as the ground gave way. Her paws clawed at the soft earth, desperate to stop the fall, but the dirt crumbled beneath her touch. She yelped in fear as she clawed, but it was too late. Her body flipped into the earth’s open maw.
The stakes ripped into her soft flesh. Hot, searing pain invaded her body.
Howling, she tried to leap, struggle—anything to free her
body—but the motions only drove the stakes deeper, worsening her agony.
A fire burned deep in her flank and she caught the scent of blood on the stakes that now were wedged in her flesh. Hydra blood.
The venom pumped through her veins, she could taste the acrid poison in her mouth. Slowly her vision began to fade. She was forced to find refuge from the pain inside of her mind.
My dearest Goddess, Epione, do not let the curse of the loving Veela take me. I promise that if you let me live, I will find Baldur’s killer and make him pay. Please, please do not deliver my soul to the underworld. I must complete my task.
She could feel the sun rising in the distance. Would this morn­ing be her last?
A light illuminated the grave-like pit.
Expecting a torch-bearing lampade to lead her to the under­world, she was surprised when a tall man appeared with a flash­light in his hand. He stood at the edge of the pit, his other hand on his hip and a scowl on his face.
She growled, but as the rumble escaped her, it was replaced with a yelp.
The thief had returned to finish her.
He reached down to her and said something, but it sounded as if he was talking through water. When he spoke again, she heard him say, “Shifter, I’m Alex…” but the rest of his words were lost in the muffling pain circulating through her body.
She tried to pull away from his touch, but her paws felt like lead weights and she struggled to move.
The pain radiated from the stakes in her flesh. Unable to fight the poison any longer, her eyes closed. Her mind went black.





(and will soon be available in over 10 other locations)


The Devils Angel (Short story):

Blurb:

Even though Sarah Dawes is only dressed like an angel, acting like a saint isn't easy. Especially not at her sex toy company's Halloween party, where hedonistic desire is the name of the game and the Devil is her partner.

Playing with dangerous pleasures, she follows him to Hell, where he shows her he is more than the monster society has deemed him, and he offers her a chance to become his queen. Should she stay at his side, where her days will be filled with pain, but her nights with pleasure? Or, should she return to earth and the dream of a man who may or may not even know her last name?





A Christmas Miracle (BTGN Holiday Short Story Award-winner):

Blurb:

Christie has defined herself by her wheelchair and has created a world filled with ‘I can’t’. When she meets her marathon running, salsa dancing neighbor, Marcus, he tries to show her that there is more to life than self-imposed limits and other peoples’ judgments.

Will Christie open her heart and her mind to her sexy neighbor, or will the pain of her past keep her a prisoner in her own life?


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Author Bio:
Danica Winters is an Amazon best-selling romance author based in Montana. She is known for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Montana Romance Writers, and Greater Seattle Romance Writers. She is a contributor to magazines, websites, and news organizations. She enjoys spending time with friends and family, the outdoors, and the bliss brought by the printed word.
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2 comments:

Danica Winters said...

Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog today. Happy Reading!
-Danica Winters

Natasha said...

My pleasure! Thanks for stopping by :)

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