J.T.: Hi Dawn!
We are thrilled to be back visiting with you again. Hope you are all
ready for the holidays and not lagging like we are!
How would you describe yourself using only five words?
J.T.:
Me in five words…hmmm….optimistic, stubborn, strong, wicked and loud
V.L.:
Only five? Err....hopeful, loving, loyal, quiet, pessimistic
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
J.T.:
You mean besides V.L.? *grins* Chinese food, chocolate and Glee. Love me
some Kurt Hummel.
V.L.:
*laughs smacking JT's hand away! FOOD! vampires and.....*grins* Apple
Jolly ranchers.
Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
J.T.:
I’ve always been pretty open so I don’t know…I don’t
like bacon? Or is that too general?
V.L.:
They'd be surprised to know that i think J.T.'s weird....I mean, please, who
don't like bacon?
If someone hasn't read any of your work, what book would you recommend that
they start with and why?
J.T.:
I would definitely recommend Love Life & Circumstance. Why? Because, it’s
every day life. There are no monsters and villains, or preternatural
beings. It’s a story about two men who meet under tragic circumstances and fall
in love. It’s a story of Hope and was written from the heart.
V.L.:
For me it would have to be Crimson Reign. Lachi and Laziel are such a
huge a part of us and how we feel for both their characters and for
each other that at times the line between them and us blurs. The feeling we put
into their story is very real and comes straight from the heart.
Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest?
J.T.:
Grand Slam was the easiest for me. When Spencer showed up in my head, he was
raring to go. He bulldozed over the story I’d already started, and I was done
within a matter of weeks.
V.L.:
Love Life & Circumstance came so easy. It was like Elijah and Seth
happened overnight. Their story just flew off the page.
Is there any books coming that you are itching to read (either electronic or
print) from your favorite authors?
J.T.:
Yes! Throwing in the Towel by this lady.*smacks V.L. on the arm* The King
byJ.R. Ward and Adrian Phoenix’s new one in the Maker’s Song series.
V.L.:
*Groans* It will get done...One day I promise. I love J.T. and can't wait for
the first of her new solo series The Halo Chronicles. OMG!! Total fangirl
moment...Avril Aston’s Sinners Series...I so need a fix.
7.
What do you feel is the most important thing that a first-time author should
know?
J.T.:
Three things actually. 1) Keep writing...every day. 2) Don’t give
up. 3) The job isn’t over when you write The End.
V.L: Dream big...Let your imagination run wild
and write whatever is in your heart.
What has been the defining moment in your career that made you think “Yes, I am
now a writer!”?
J.T.:
When I held the first print copy of Love Life & Circumstance in my hands.
It was an amazing feeling. I’ve been a voracious reader since 4th grade.
I’ve always hoarded my favorites. To have one of my own in my hands…it
was indescribable.
V.L.:
I'll let you know when it happens! *avoids JT's scowl*
J.T.: This one…what am I going to do with her.
She IS a writer. A good one. Sorry, Dawn. We have this little “discussion” all
the time.
J.T & V.L
.: Thank you Dawn! We enjoyed our visit
again today. Hope to see you again soon.
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A pulse of light preceded the gift of life breathed into the
coldest and darkest of souls. Bathed in the glow of celestial love and swathed
in a blanket of black satin wings nestled a king among kings, a vampire born to
destroy the decay threatening to eradicate the race he was destined to save.
An angelic heart torn by yearning, suffering and pain throbbed to the rhythm of the life he created; a life prophesied in the scriptures by the Creator’s own hand. A vow of servitude given in blood sealed the fate of a Seraphim's heart and tied it eternally to the creation he craves, protects…loves.
Ancient treaties are lost and reborn, rising from the ashes as the Nephilim ravage the vampire race. The deviant desire that soared in Malachi Denali's blood threatens to bring Rome to its knees when Malachi's world, his soul and his heart are brutally shattered and torn apart.
Will purity born of an angel's love be enough to calm the savage mind of Malachi Denali? Or will Laziel be doomed to a life of purgatory for loving the life he was gifted to create…
This is not a HEA, or even a HFN....Who knows what will happen to seal their fate...only time will tell. Vampires, angels, demons and wolves together with love, betrayal, sadness and yearning make up the ongoing story that is...
The Crimson Nights Saga.
An angelic heart torn by yearning, suffering and pain throbbed to the rhythm of the life he created; a life prophesied in the scriptures by the Creator’s own hand. A vow of servitude given in blood sealed the fate of a Seraphim's heart and tied it eternally to the creation he craves, protects…loves.
Ancient treaties are lost and reborn, rising from the ashes as the Nephilim ravage the vampire race. The deviant desire that soared in Malachi Denali's blood threatens to bring Rome to its knees when Malachi's world, his soul and his heart are brutally shattered and torn apart.
Will purity born of an angel's love be enough to calm the savage mind of Malachi Denali? Or will Laziel be doomed to a life of purgatory for loving the life he was gifted to create…
This is not a HEA, or even a HFN....Who knows what will happen to seal their fate...only time will tell. Vampires, angels, demons and wolves together with love, betrayal, sadness and yearning make up the ongoing story that is...
The Crimson Nights Saga.
Excerpt –
“Your Excellency, Malachi Azarian Denali, King of the Vampire
race.” The deep intonations of the man at the Pope’s side subsided into nothing
at the casual wave of the papal hand.
“We’ve been introduced, Gabriel. Numerous times.” Before the affronted man could object, Pope Gregori XVII stepped forward and clasped Lachi’s hand warmly. “Sorry, for such short notice, Malachi. Can we walk just a moment?”
Malachi nodded once, and met the angel’s piercing gaze. He swept a pointed glance at Gabriel. Laziel smirked and stepped between the hovering secretary and the Pope.
“What the…,” Gabriel sputtered. “I have to go with him.”
“What you have to do is stay where you are, unless you want to try a little one on one time with this celestial.” The quiet menace in Laziel’s voice and the mental image of his own personal time with the angel sent a tingle of awareness down Malachi’s spine. He tamped down his body’s eager response when Gregori's low whisper caught his ear.
“I’m not sure it is safe to talk here. The very walls have ears, as the saying goes.”
“Not anymore, they don’t.”
The Pope chuckled. “Wish I could do that.”
“We’ve had this discussion before Gregori.”
Another quick laugh spilled forth. “I thank you for the offer yet again, my friend, but the answer is still no.” Out of earshot of the human, but still within Laziel’s range, his face grew serious and he sighed. “The Vatican and the church are rife with venality. I’m not sure who around me I can trust with the exception of my God, you and Laziel.” He stopped at the window and gazed out into the night sky. “I’ll be blunt. You have a traitor in your midst, vampire. A high ranking one, if I guess correctly.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“This morning, I received an email, my personal account of which few have knowledge or access. It spews tales of corruption and deceit in the vampire court, and hinted at trouble during your last Elder meeting. It’s unsigned and to my limited experience untraceable.”
Malachi stood stoic giving no indication of the fury flashing like wildfire through his veins. In deference to the holy man at his side, he harnessed the snarl and the curse that coiled in his throat. “Darklon.” The immoral bastard was upping the stakes, stepping outside the vampire realm. In the grand scheme of things, it was taboo to reveal anything vampiric to the humans. To do so invited instant death. Malachi’s gut twisted with hatred for the male that dogged his steps causing havoc and mayhem while maintaining a pristine image. There would be no proof, no way to tie the email to the Elder, but it stank of his touch. Only he would be deranged enough or smug enough to contact the humans and expect to profit. A more ominous thought struck. If he’d come to some agreement with the humans, Nephilim would not be far behind. As if he sensed the inner turmoil, Gregori laid a hand on Malachi’s arm then quickly withdrew casting a glance back over his shoulder at the angel.
“You have nothing to fear from Laziel. If he thought you were a threat, he’d never have left my side.” Absently, Malachi reassured the male and rested a hand on the Pope’s shoulder. He tossed his own gaze toward the angel, and smothered a smile that threatened when the cheeky bastard winked at him.
“We’ve been introduced, Gabriel. Numerous times.” Before the affronted man could object, Pope Gregori XVII stepped forward and clasped Lachi’s hand warmly. “Sorry, for such short notice, Malachi. Can we walk just a moment?”
Malachi nodded once, and met the angel’s piercing gaze. He swept a pointed glance at Gabriel. Laziel smirked and stepped between the hovering secretary and the Pope.
“What the…,” Gabriel sputtered. “I have to go with him.”
“What you have to do is stay where you are, unless you want to try a little one on one time with this celestial.” The quiet menace in Laziel’s voice and the mental image of his own personal time with the angel sent a tingle of awareness down Malachi’s spine. He tamped down his body’s eager response when Gregori's low whisper caught his ear.
“I’m not sure it is safe to talk here. The very walls have ears, as the saying goes.”
“Not anymore, they don’t.”
The Pope chuckled. “Wish I could do that.”
“We’ve had this discussion before Gregori.”
Another quick laugh spilled forth. “I thank you for the offer yet again, my friend, but the answer is still no.” Out of earshot of the human, but still within Laziel’s range, his face grew serious and he sighed. “The Vatican and the church are rife with venality. I’m not sure who around me I can trust with the exception of my God, you and Laziel.” He stopped at the window and gazed out into the night sky. “I’ll be blunt. You have a traitor in your midst, vampire. A high ranking one, if I guess correctly.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“This morning, I received an email, my personal account of which few have knowledge or access. It spews tales of corruption and deceit in the vampire court, and hinted at trouble during your last Elder meeting. It’s unsigned and to my limited experience untraceable.”
Malachi stood stoic giving no indication of the fury flashing like wildfire through his veins. In deference to the holy man at his side, he harnessed the snarl and the curse that coiled in his throat. “Darklon.” The immoral bastard was upping the stakes, stepping outside the vampire realm. In the grand scheme of things, it was taboo to reveal anything vampiric to the humans. To do so invited instant death. Malachi’s gut twisted with hatred for the male that dogged his steps causing havoc and mayhem while maintaining a pristine image. There would be no proof, no way to tie the email to the Elder, but it stank of his touch. Only he would be deranged enough or smug enough to contact the humans and expect to profit. A more ominous thought struck. If he’d come to some agreement with the humans, Nephilim would not be far behind. As if he sensed the inner turmoil, Gregori laid a hand on Malachi’s arm then quickly withdrew casting a glance back over his shoulder at the angel.
“You have nothing to fear from Laziel. If he thought you were a threat, he’d never have left my side.” Absently, Malachi reassured the male and rested a hand on the Pope’s shoulder. He tossed his own gaze toward the angel, and smothered a smile that threatened when the cheeky bastard winked at him.
AUTHOR BIOS and CONTACT LINKS:
JT
After a lifetime of reading and at the suggestion of friends, J.T.
finally put fingers to keys and started writing her own stories. It’s been a
wildly amazing ride full of tears, exhilaration and plain old hard work.
Thankfully, her three beautiful children support her craziness and encourage
her to continue something she loves. While she does write solo stories, she
thrives on the work she does with V.L. Moon, her writing partner and fiance.
What a small world it is indeed Mr. Disney when a small town girl from Alabama
can find and write with a big city girl from England. What a ride it has been
and continues to be!
VL
V.L. is an avid book reader and a lover of long dark winter nights
tucked up with a rather fruity glass of red and her partner in crime J. T.
Cheyanne. She aspires to conquer the world with J.T. and their love of
vampires, angels and wolves mixed in with some mighty fine Gods and a deluge of
hot gay romance.
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Thank you for hosting Crimson Reign in the blog tour. We are thrilled to be back with you again.
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