Tour Schedule and Assignments
I have assigned out an excerpt or a guest post for each blog stop. Please see the schedule below and include your specified "extra" in your spotlight post. Thanks.
May 2--Bookworm Lisa (Excerpt 1)
May 3--Katie's Clean Book Collection (Guest Post 1)
May 4--Singing Librarian Books (Excerpt 2)
May 5--Mel's Shelves (Guest Post 2)
May 6--deal sharing aunt (Excerpt 3)
May 7--Wishful Endings (Guest Post 3)
Book 1: Wings of Arian
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Young Adult
Publisher: StoneHouse Ink
Publication Date: April 24, 2012
Number of pages: 484
Kiora thought she had never heard a lie until she was sixteen. But she was wrong. Her entire existence was based on nothing but. She thought that evil did not exist. Lie. That magic was not real. Lie. And that the land of Meros was all there was. One more lie.
With Aleric telling her that evil is knocking on the door and that she is the only one who can stop them she has a choice to make. Refuse, or start the wildest most painful ride of her life.
She reluctantly dips her toe into her new existence of magic and threads, dragons and shapeshifters, and the person who wants to take control of it all: the evil Dralazar.
However, this journey was never meant to be hers alone. She will be accompanied by a Protector. To her disbelief, and utter irritation they name the hotheaded, stubborn, non -magical, (albeit gorgeous) Prince Emane. They will have to trust each other with their lives, but right now Kiora would settle for a non hostile conversation.
And now it comes down to this, If you had never heard a lie, would you know when you heard one? Is knowing good from evil innate? Kiora finds herself having to decide who lives and who dies on those very questions.
Book 2: Wings of Tavea
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Young Adult
Publisher: StoneHouse Ink
Publication Date: February 20, 2013
Number of pages: 364
Kiora is rapidly learning that evil and lies come in shades of black and white and swirling greys, but nothing could have prepared her for the shock of leaving Meros.
Kiora and her protector Emane step through the pass into a world they never knew existed but were always meant to save, only to find it far worse than they could have ever imagined. Good has been forced into hiding for its own survival, while the rest of the land bows to the Shadow, a force that pushes any remaining thoughts of Dralazar from Kiora’s mind. This land is full of new creatures, each more dangerous than the last. Her visions have taken on a deadly twist, and magic, or what comes of it, was never so real. And then there is Alcander: a Tavean, their guide, and an entirely different kind of trouble.
Book 3: Wings of Nestor
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Young Adult
Publisher: StoneHouse Ink
Publication Date: September 20, 2013
Number of pages: 332
Kiora needs answers. Who is the Shadow? Who is Jasmine? Are they connected? And even more pressing—how can she stop the Shadow from using her dreams as a map to find them? They have escaped three times, but are living on borrowed time—and everybody knows it.
Kiora’s search will push her closer to Alcander, send her to the dragon mountain of Toopai, and lead straight back to Meros—where magic will finally return to the land of no magic. Answers will be uncovered and plans unearthed that have been waiting for thousands of years.
But with the Shadow’s forces gathering, the rebels are hurtling toward one outcome: war. Armed with knowledge and hope, Kiora is determined to change that path, but will fate allow it? Or will it teach her a hard lesson about following her own destiny?
Book 4: Wings of Lomay
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Young Adult
Publisher: StoneHouse Ink
Publication Date: December 2, 2014
Number of pages: 372
In defense of the small remaining group of rebels, Kiora has to cross lines she never thought she would, making her redefine not only herself, but what’s right and wrong. Outnumbered and out of time, Kiora turns to the only two groups that could help; the Shifters and the Dragons. But will either of them come to their aid?
As they prepare for a war against the evil army, Kiora must lead the rebels and find the strength within herself to defeat Jasmine.
Kiora’s the Solace. She’s their only hope.
Devri Walls lives in Kuna ID with her husband, two kids and one very bouncy lab. After suffering from an abundance of creativity with not enough places to put it, she turned to writing. Which in the end, turned out to be exactly where she should have been putting it all along.
Emane came to her after dinner with two swords and handed her one.
“What is this for?” she asked as the weight of the sword jerked her arm to the ground.
“I have decided you need to learn how to fight,” he said, laying his blade across his hand, examining it.
“You have, have you?” She grunted trying to wrench the sword back up.
“Well, Aleric and I decided.” Emane shrugged, dropping the sword back to his side. “If I do get separated from you and you happen to run out of magic, you need to be able to defend yourself. I have already spoken to the Guardians and they have promised to make you a sword that is your size. But for now, we will practice with these.”
“Emane, I don't even know how to hold one of these things.”
“Lesson number one, it is called a sword.”
“Alright, a sword,” she said placing a hand on her hip. “Problem number two, I can’t lift it.”
“Try,” he said jerking his head towards her sword.
Rolling her eyes she grabbed the hilt, struggling under the weight of it, managing to pull it up a few inches before the weight dragged her back down to the ground. Emane burst out into laughter, taking it out of her hands.
“Well worth it!” he grinned, shouldering her sword. When she looked at him confused, Emane leaned forward as if telling her a secret, “I really just wanted to watch you not be able to do something.”
“Are you serious,” she sputtered. “You gave me that sword just to laugh at me? Did you even talk to Aleric?" Her face flushed.
“Of course I talked to Aleric.” Emane was trying to stifle his laughter but it wasn't working. “And I am going to teach you to fight.” He buried the swords into the ground so that they were standing straight up. “But we normally don't start with those. He pulled out two wooden swords he had stashed behind a tree. “Normally we start training with these,” he said, spinning them around in an arc before presenting her with the much smaller, much lighter wooden sword.
She snatched it out of his hand. “You really are a jerk you know.”
“Hmmm,” he said smirking, tossing his sword from one hand to the other. “I'm happy with jerk. It’s much nicer than what you used to call me.”
“You're that too,” she half grinned.
“Nope, we have downgraded to jerk and I am keeping it.” He started circling around her. “First things first, you need to protect yourself. I will try to get past your guard. If you block me, you win. If I get past your guard, I win. And,” he drug out, “I will expect to be paid with a kiss.”
“What do I get if I win?” she asked.
Emane took advantage of the question and jabbed in quickly, connecting with her arm. “One kiss for me,” he winked, backing out again.
“That was cheating!” she objected. Emane swung around the blade, lightly connecting the flat side of the sword between her shoulder blades.
“Two kisses for me.”
“Oohhh,” she growled. “You are an arrogant horse’s ass!” She took a protective stance and blocked the next blow.
“Nice job.” He danced around her and connected with her opposite shoulder. “Three kisses for the horse’s ass,” he gloated. “Come on, Kiora you have to move your feet.” His eyes glinted mischievously.
She started to move and circle, following his lead. She blocked blow after blow, but missed at least one out of every three. “Come on, Emane,” she complained, “take it easy on me. It’s my first day.”
“I am taking it easy on you,” he laughed. “You’re terrible!”
“Thanks a lot,” she said trying to force a glare at him. “You’re not exactly encouraging.” She lifted her sword to block another shot.
Pushing his sword down over hers he leaned in, “I actually like the fact that you’re terrible, more kisses for me.”
Kiora heard a few snickers from behind her and noticed that the camp was turning up to watch the training session. Pushing back, Emane jabbed in and caught her in the stomach.
“Hey!” she yelled, doubling over.
“That’s at least 15 kisses, I am losing count.” Spinning in a wide lazy circle he asked the spectators, “Anyone want to keep track for me?”
“You… are such a ...”
“Uh uh,” he said shaking his finger at her, “we have little ears amongst us, watch your language.”
“Jerk!” she yelled.
“That’s better.” Emane swung again and she soundly blocked. It went on like this for longer than she had wanted. The crowd cheered when she blocked a shot and they counted kisses when Emane made it past her guard. And they laughed at every joke he made, which only encouraged him on.
“Please,” she gasped. “I am dying, can’t we take a break?”
“Breaks are for girls!” He taunted her, dancing around her with the stupid, albeit gorgeous grin, plastered on his face.
“I am a girl, Emane.” He moved in to take another shot, which she barely blocked. “I mean it, Emane, I am going to cheat if we don't stop.” He raised his sword over his head. With a flick of her wrist she swept his feet out from under him. He reached for his sword, but with another flick of the wrist, the sword slid across the ground out of his reach. She dropped to her knees, putting her sword to his neck, “Do you yield?”
The crowd was in hysterics. Emane stretched his neck looking around. “How many kisses am I owed?” he shouted to the crowd.
“Seventy-two,” the answer came.
“Hmmm, seventy-two kisses,” he put both arms behind his head. “That should be enough. Yes, I yield.”
“Thank heavens!” Kiora collapsed on the ground next to Emane as the crowd cheered and laughed with approval.
Emane rolled over and leaned on his elbow, looking down at her through half open lids. “I think the Lady should pay up.” He leaned down and kissed her “One down, seventy-one more to go.” Emane jumped to his feet and offered her a hand up. “Alright folks, that’s it for today.” There were some moans and groans as the crowd dispersed.
“You are shameless, you know that?” she said, brushing off her pants.
“So you tell me.” He threw his arm over her shoulder. “Let's go get something to drink.”
Aleric chased after Emane as he stomped back through the woods. “Emane!” Aleric shouted.
“I don't want to talk Aleric,” he shouted back over his shoulder.
Aleric was beginning to tire of this game. The young prince refused to have an honest conversation with him and it was becoming a detriment to the cause. “Emane, I need you to stop or I will stop you,” Aleric shouted forward.
Aleric hit a nerve. Emane stopped dead in his tracks, frozen, his shoulders rising and falling with heaving breaths.
“Emane,” Aleric began.
Emane whirled around “You will stop me! Of course you will,” he yelled gesturing wildly, “because you can! Because I, ” he poked himself in the chest, “am nothing but an insignificant human who can’t even do magic. I am useless, helpless and now am not even allowed my own free will.” He pointed accusingly at Aleric. “If I don't want to talk, you will stop me. If I say something a dragon doesn't like, he almost sets me on fire. If I get too close to Kiora on an off day, she blows me up. I can’t compete with this magic!” Emane turned, stomping away. Aleric stepped forward ready to intervene when Emane whirled back on him.
“Oh and I am suppose to be the Protector of the Solus, so you gave me a magic sword!” He yelled shaking his sheathed sword at his waist. “Which is useless if I am picked up, thrown, blown up or any matter of magical defenses, before I get within a hundred feet of them. What do you want from me Aleric? You have asked the impossible and don't understand why I don't want to talk?” He threw back his head, laughing bitterly. “All I have wanted to do since the day I have arrived is to tell you ‘I quit,” Emane deflated, “but I can’t. And then I ask myself, for what? So I can fight the un- winnable fight?”
“Is that what you think this is?” Aleric asked. “Un-winnable?”
His head and eyes rolled back in a look of exasperation Aleric had seen far too many times at the castle
“Yes! Aleric! Have you even listened to a word I said?”
“Of course I have Emane, and I can understand how you feel. But I don't understand why it is that you do not understand more history than you do.”
He threw his hands into the air. “Really, Aleric, I just poured my heart out to you and you tell me that I need a history lesson!”
“Come with me, Emane.”
“What if I don't want to come with you?”
“You do.” Aleric turned and walked away.
“Aleric, I am not coming!”
Aleric kept walking
“Aleric... I'm not!”
Aleric didn't even flinch. He prodded his way through the forest smiling to himself, making sure not to glance backwards. It took a little longer than he thought but he heard the Prince crashing through the foliage behind.
“Crazy old man,” Emane muttered as he shoved branches out of his way.
Emane’s jaw fell slack, “Kiora, is that a…a…” he closed his eyes, breathing out.
“A dragon, yes.” Turning back, she peered through the trees trying to get a better look at the dragon. “But it’s not the one I saw in my vision.”
Emane took a step up behind her, putting his face over her shoulder, he hissed in her ear. “There is more than one of those things?”
“At least four now.”
“What?” Prince Emane shouted jerking backwards. Kiora cringed as the dragon turned its head toward them, letting out a thunderous roar.
“So, Eleana, you now harbor eavesdropping children?” Its voice was deep, male, and resonated with a melodic quality.
“Those children are who we have been discussing,” Eleana answered calmly.
The dragon stretched its brown scaly neck around one of the trees to get a better look at the two humans that stood staring at him. His head moved past Kiora without much of a glance to focus in on Emane. “This is the Solus?”
“No, Morcant, the other one.”
Pulling his head back a bit, his eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sight of Kiora. Pulling back further, the dragon turned his massive head to the side looking at Eleana. “The Solus is a female?”
“Yes, Morcant, she is. Kiora, Emane, will you both please come over here?”
They picked their way through to where Aleric, Eleana and the giant dragon were standing. Kiora was not sure how the dragon had gotten himself in there in the first place. She glanced behind the dragon at a huge section of trees that had been crushed like toothpicks.
Oh, that’s how, she thought.
Eleana put her hand on Kiora's shoulder. “Kiora, this is Morcant. Morcant, this is Kiora, the Solus. And this is her Protector,” she hesitated for a moment, before naming him, “Prince Emane.”
Morcant raised his eyebrows as Emane was introduced. “Did you say ‘Prince’?”
“I did. Morcant,” she warned, “he is not his family, just as you are not yours.”
Morcant humphed. He poked his massive face forward, nearly butting Emane in the head. Emane jumped back, looking nervously back and forth from the dragon to Eleana.
“That was an interesting little tidbit you kept from me, Eleana.”
Eleana pulled her head higher, sliding between Morcant and Emane. “It was Epona’s decision, Morcant. You may take it up with her.”
Pulling his head back to his full height, Morcant snorted in disgust.
Kiora could not get over how he sounded when he spoke. On one hand, the sheer volume was frightening. But on the other hand, it was so melodic and the tone so beautiful she didn't want him to stop talking.
“Morcant, I know it has been some time since you have had company,” Eleana chided, stepping away from Emane. “But do you think you could perhaps try to recall some manners?”
The giant dragon smiled, exposing a very large row of huge teeth. He bent his head low to the ground in between Kiora and Emane's feet. “I am very pleased to meet both of you.” His eyes shifted over to look at Eleana. “I apologize for my dreadful manners,” his voice dripped with sarcasm and amusement. “As Eleana mentioned, it has indeed been some time since I have had the need for conversation.”
Kiora looked down at him, a smile playing across her lips.
Morcant pulled his head up slightly so he stood nose to nose with her. “What are you thinking, girl?”
“Her name is Kiora.” Eleana corrected.
"Of course, Kiora. Those dreadful manners of mine.” He smiled wide again exposing his teeth. “What is it that you are thinking, Kiora?”
“I was thinking what a lovely creature you are.”
The dragon pulled himself up to full size, snapping a few branches in the process, letting loose a bellowing laugh. Kiora could feel her insides vibrating as the sound rippled through the forest.
“Lovely creature, she says! I like her, Eleana. I don't think anyone has ever called me that, not in at least three thousand years.” His laugh was still bellowing around them. He raised a foot and stomped the ground in sheer delight. The shock wave from the impact rolled through the ground knocking Aleric, Kiora and Emane off their feet.
“Morcant!” Eleana yelled over him, “You are going to kill them all if you are not careful.”
Morcant abruptly stopped, looking down at the pile of humans struggling to stand. Kiora pushed herself back to her feet, rubbing her elbow.
“Sorry,” Morcant chortled. “I had forgotten the frailty of man.” He clicked his tongue “Too bad, really. You could do so much more without all those limitations.”
Guest Post 1: Top 10
1.). Magic and elemental control. Water, Fire, Wind, Earth. Heeelllllooooo insanely cool scenes.
2.) Romance. Sigh.
3.) Who doesn’t like a telepathic Pegasus?
4.) This series is perfect for when you need a total escape from life.
5.) Dragons- did I mention dragons? They talk, are hot tempered and a whole lot of fun.
6.) Stunning imagery.
7.) Life and death around every corner.
8.) Guardians—think fairies.
9.) Shapeshifters. Snarky, snarky shapeshifters
10.) Epic, and I mean EPIC, magical battles.
And just one more reason…Have you seen those covers!? Those boys need to be on your shelf
Guest Post 2: Finish the Book
One of the most frequently asked questions that I get is, What advice would you give to a new writer?
Finish the book.
Before you finish that eye roll, this is a huge problem. You see, writers start judging their own work the second it’s on the page. Then they start comparing the rough draft that they just spit out to books they’ve read. It, of course, doesn’t seem to compare.
Some push along for a little while longer but ultimately decide that the book isn’t good enough, set it aside, and start a new one. The problem with this is that the cycle will repeat itself over and over again until the would-be-author has an enormous pile of half finished manuscripts and nothing more.
Rough drafts got their name because frankly, they suck! I read through my roughs wondering what on earth I was thinking, having no idea what part of it was even suppose to mean, and wondering what happened to me since my last release and how I’ve suddenly lost the ability to craft words!? I mean, that last book was good, but I’ve clearly digressed several centuries. Then I remember, it’s a rough draft. A book becomes a book and a wanna-be because an author in the EDITS.
Editing can turn garbage into gold, mediocrity into brilliance. And the more you edit, the better you’ll get. You have no idea how many times your favorite author has rewritten your favorite line before it got to the point that it touched in a way you can’t quite describe.
Finish. That. Book. Then, and only then, can you start down the path to become a writer.
Guest Post 3: A Letter to My Readers
A letter to my readers and fans,
Wow. Just.. wow. If I could hug every last one of you I would. You guys have no idea how much those reviews and personal messages mean to me. It’s funny how the world works, it never seems to fail that when I’m at my darkest, wondering why on earth I thought I could be a writer, one of you sends me a message about how much you love my work and what it means to you. I cry, sniffle, and then pick myself back up with renewed determination to keep on going. To keep on creating my art.
Without you I would have words on a screen and nothing more. Instead, I have a job, career, a purpose and a conduit to the madness I call my brain. Because all of us writers are just a little mad, but as Alice in Wonderland told us, all the best people are. Thank you for helping me to see the gift in my own madness. Thank you for reading my books! Thank you for sharing with me what it has meant to you. And finally… thank you.
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May 2--Bookworm Lisa
May 3--Katie's Clean Book Collection
May 4--Singing Librarian Books
May 5--Mel's Shelves
May 6--deal sharing aunt
May 7--Wishful Endings
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