Author Spotlight: Amy Vansant

Author Bio:
Amy Vansant is the author of the urban fantasy "Angeli - The Pirate, the Angel & the Irishman," the first in a series scheduled to continue Jan. 2015, assuming Amy gets over this whole "need to sleep" hang-up.

Currently, she is finishing the romantic comedy "Slightly Stalky."

Amy also served as the editor and one of the 26 authors of the humor anthology "Moms are Nuts," which has been on Amazon's best-sellers lists since its publication in April 2014.

Amy the former East Coast Editor of SURFER Magazine and freelance writer published in Modern Maturity, Caribbean Travel and Life, Yankee, Chesapeake Bay Magazine, McSweeney's Internet Tendencies, Barnes and Noble Review and others. Long ago she wrote "The Surfer's Guide to Florida," which is currently out of print because the urge to drive up and down the coast interviewing surfers has long since left her.

She is a labradoodle mommy and professional nerd.

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Angeli: The Pirate, the Angel & the Irishman Book One

Summary:

Once a legendary pirate, Anne Bonny is a Sentinel, a soldier for mankind’s mysterious guardians, the Angeli. Anne will live 1000 years, but in return, she must hunt & neutralize Perfidia, corrupted Angeli who drain human energy to survive. Together with her fellow Sentinel, Con, and Arch Angeli Michael, Anne must face an added threat; a new breed of Perfidia possessed of untold power.

Monsters are only half Anne’s troubles; her stormy love life would make Blackbeard pack up ship and move to Kansas. After losing his corporeal body in battle, Anne’s former lover, Con Carey, visits her by possessing the bodies of humans, often with embarrassing results. In the meantime, Anne’s complicated romance with the aloof Arch Angeli Michael has intensified, but is their love spawned by the magnetic attraction of their powers? Or something deeper?

Can this unusual love triangle work together to protect the world from the cosmic horrors sworn to destroy it?

For Angeli I wanted to create characters who, while supernatural, read like real people who just happened to have slightly different realities/powers than you and me.

The Pirate

I wanted a strong female lead, so choosing a well-known female pirate like Anne Bonny made sense. Not only does her history instantly offer people familiar with her story the excitement of being "in the know," but it grounded my fantastic tale to our world.  She's not some crazy alien; she is a young human woman who happens to be nearly immortal and kicks some serious butt. In addition, the death of the real Anne Bonny is not well documented. The mystery surrounding Anne worked for my book; people believe she died as an old woman back in South Carolina, but thanks to Angeli, now you know she's still alive!

The Angel

The Angeli are based on the idea of angels, naturally. The exist to protect humanity from itself. As the series continues, the extent of their knowledge, powers and origins will be revealed.  By the end of the first book, readers know they are here to protect humans, they can travel at great speeds, the appear to be made of energy which they can mold to appear human and they receive thoughts and bursts of intuition which guide their actions. But there are many questions left unanswered: Were they ever human? How do they receive the knowledge they need to help protect humans?  Who sends that knowlege? Are they even aware of their own origins? What other powers might they possess?  Are they classic angels, sent by God - or did humans create the story of angels after seeing the Angeli as a way to explain them?

I've always loved mythology and wanted to create a race around which I could build my own unique mythology. The world of the Angeli will become increasingly complicated over time.

The Irishman

Con isn't based on an actual historical character. I think if all my characters were pulled from history, it would start to look a little odd that the Angeli only choose famous people to become Sentinels. And it could mean eventually Kim Khardashian becomes a Sentinel. I couldn't have that.

Are there more mystical critters to come for the Angeli series? Maybe. Maybe I have some very dark individuals ready to make their appearance in Book Two. One just might be called "Mr. Marionette." He might be terrifying!  And you might be the first person to read that little hint...

I promise not to get crazy. There won't suddenly be vampires, fairies and trolls running around. I promise.

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Cover Reveal: Ophelia by Jude Ouvrard

Publishing date: October 22nd, 2014

Cover Designer: Kari March, Design 23

Summary:
For teenage musical prodigy Ophelia Stewart, life couldn’t be better. She has a loving family, a friend who is closer than a sister, and big  professional dreams to pursue. But Ophelia’s perfect world is shattered when a disaster claims her parents and forces her into a center for emotionally damaged children where she is required to finish her senior year far from her best friend. Lost and alone, Ophelia tries to cut herself off from connecting with the other young people there, however one of them, Teodore de Luca, refuses to be put off. Breaking through her restraint, the young man insinuates himself into her life, where he becomes her new support system.
What can the future hold for them? Ophelia still has big dreams to pursue. Is there really a place for Teo in them? How can she chose between the man she loves and her passion for music? Can she ever truly commit herself to him? Or is their love destined to be crushed under the weight of her career?

Author Bio:
Jude was born and raised in a small village named Lacolle. She now lives in Montreal, Canada. She is the proud mother of a beautiful five year old son, and has spent the last thirteen years with her partner, Cedric.
French is her native language, but she prefers to write in her second language, English.
Besides working full time and being a mother, Jude has a passion for books, both reading and writing them.
Her first novella, Under the Sun was published at the end of July 2013.It is part of an anthology called Heat Wave. Her second novella, Wonderland, was published in March 2014 and has hit the bestselling rank. Lost Dreams, a military romance, was published in May 2014 and Body, Ink, and Soul in late June 2014.
She is currently working on her novel, Music, Ink, and Love. She is hoping to publish during the winter of 2015.

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Cover Reveal: His Cemetery Doll by Brantwijn Serrah

Summary:
There's a woman in the graveyard.

Conall Mackay never put stock in ghost stories. Not even after thirteen years serving as the cemetery keeper in the village of Whitetail Knoll. But things change. Now, his daughter is dreaming of a figure among the tombstones. The grounds are overrun by dark thorns almost faster than Con can clear them. White fog and gray ribbons creep up on him in the night, and a voiceless beauty beckons him from the darkest corners of the graves.

When the world he knows starts to unravel, Conall might finally be forced to believe.

Expected Release Date: 
October 24th From Breathless Press

     He hadn't slept long before he heard sounds from down in the kitchen below.
     "Shyla!" he called gruffly. "Weren't you heading into town?"
     No answer came from below, but the sounds of pots clanging told him his daughter toyed about down there. Perhaps she'd decided not to leave him after all and taken it into her head to now re-organize the house, since he'd so clearly wanted her to stay out of the cemetery. With a low groan, Conall rolled out of bed and stepped out into the hall.
     "Shyla!" he called again, coming to the head of the stairs. If she had stayed home, she could at least do it without making a lot of noise.
     "Shyla, I—"
     He staggered then, as the hallway dimmed. Afternoon light flickered strangely, lightning cracking a dismal sky outside, and in the space of time afterward everything else darkened. Conall darted a glance around him as the house fell into shadow.
     From the top of the stairwell, he saw the first whispering tendrils of white fog.
     The heat of adrenaline shot through his limbs. Conall stumbled back into his bedroom, even as the fog pursued. His gaze shot to the window as the last gray light of day faded away and eerie darkness replaced it, like an eclipse sliding over the sun.
     More cold mists veiled the glass, dancing and floating. Trembling overtook him as he spun to find another escape.
     He froze, finding himself face-to-face with the broken mask of the cemetery doll.
     "You—" he gasped. His breath came out white as the fog enveloped them both, leaving a space of mere inches between them, so he could still see her expressionless face. Gray ribbons wound and curled through the air around him.
     "Who are you?" he asked.
     The doll stared up at him. He sensed her searching, looking into his eyes even though hers remained covered. She held him there with her unseen gaze, until her cool, cold hand came up to touch his bare chest.
     Conall let out a low breath. He closed his eyes, and a shudder of strange ease rippled through his body. The cool pads of her fingers ran down his sternum, to his navel. The silky ribbons brushed along his side.
    Then he noticed her other hand. She lifted it up, to her own chest, and she held something tightly in her fingers: Shyla's stuffed dog.
     "I made that...for my daughter," he whispered. The woman with the broken mask tilted her head down toward the small toy, studying it. For a fraction of a second, her fingers appeared to tighten around it. She returned her gaze to him, then, and the toy fell from her grip into the fog, forgotten.
     "Wait—" he said, but she brought her other hand up to his chest to join the first, and he recognized eagerness in the way she pressed her icy skin against his. Her face tilted to him, and then came her lips again, ivory and flawless.
     "I—" Conall breathed. "I...don't understand..."
     Her fingers slid up, around his neck, but he pulled away.
     "No, this...this can't real. I'm asleep. I must be."
     Gray ribbons danced, pulling him back to her, and she stroked his face. He sucked in a breath at her touch and found his own hand coming up to brush hers.
     "You're so cold," he said. "Like stone...but..."
     Her cool touch thrilled him; it made his skin tingle and the heat of his own body sing. Her perfect flesh did, in fact, prove soft under his hands, as if the contact with his worn calluses infused cold ivory with yearning. She caressed his cheek, and Conall leaned into it. Before he could stop himself, he bowed his head to her and kissed her frozen lips.

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