Virtual Name Before the Masses Tour for Black Crow White Lie by Candi Sary

Black Crow White Lie

by Candi Sary

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

GENRE: Adult-YA Crossover

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BLURB:

Young Carson Calley has a rare and magical gift of healing, a gift which both defines him and threatens to betray him. He lives in Hollywood motels with his alcoholic, fortune-telling mother, Juliette. She nurtures his gift, but her ways are deceptive. She feeds the boy fantastical stories to convince him of his greatness. At fourteen, Carson finally wises up to her lies and his identity is completely shattered. Juliette is too deep in her addiction to help him separate the facts from the fictions, so he looks for answers on the streets of Hollywood. There he finds Faris, a tattoo shop owner, and Casper, a cashier at a head shop. These two unlikely mentors help this troubled yet extraordinary boy find his way to the truth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Excerpt:

“Putting my hands over her head I felt the tiny stars that always came. It felt like thousands of them came pouring out of my hands. I couldn’t see them with my eyes; I could only see them with my eyes closed. But I could feel them. They filled my hands with heat, and when I shared them with my mom, they made her feel better.

I don’t remember the first time I used the stars, just like I don’t remember the first time I used my voice. When I asked my mom how I got them, she said I just knew I had them in me—the same way I knew I had words in me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Candi Sary graduated from the University of California, Irvine. Her awards for Black Crow White Lie include 1st Place in the Dante Rossetti Awards, winner of the Reader Views Literary Award for the West-Pacific, and first runner-up in the Eric Hoffer Award for fiction. Her novel was also adapted into a short film by Chase Michael Wilson. She lives in Southern California with her husband and two children. She can often be found surfing out in the waters of Newport Beach.

Short film trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoD7KICbNYY

www.bluemarybooks.com

www.candisary.com

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B016IPJ5DI

https://www.facebook.com/Blue-Mary-Books-1650366188536453

Instagram: @hers_for_the_reading 

Blog post: What made you decide to become a writer?

When I was little, books brought out the same excited feeling inspired by toy stores, birthday parties, or even Disneyland. Before I was five, I begged adults to read to me so that I could experience the stories I wasn’t yet able to read on my own. Then in kindergarten, my teacher taught me how to decipher the combination of letters and make out the words for myself. It was like magic! I’d been given a key to unlock the mysteries of the written word. It felt like I’d come into some kind of special powers. I still remember the feeling, and even at that young age, it was quite profound. Along with learning to read the words, we learned to write them. That was when I realized I too could be a storyteller—a bookmaker. And so my mom bought me a typewriter and I spent hours alone in my room making small books that I trimmed and stapled and presented to my mom as if I were already an author.

I kept journals throughout my school years, and that remained my connection to writing. The dream of putting stories into books again didn’t come back until I was around 25, a young mother at home with two babies. Having just graduated from college, the experience being at home mothering was quite a contrast to my days of learning at the university. My mind craved more intellectual stimulation. My solution was to go back to my old love of writing. It was something I could do while at home, and since it had always been my dream to write books, it felt like the perfect opportunity to start. I knew it could take years to write a novel, and I also knew it could take many novels to get any good at the craft. And so at 25 I set out on my writing journey. Almost 20 years and 6 practice novels later, my novel Black Crow White Lie was published. 

The journey has been rewarding yet frustrating, inspiring yet heartbreaking, magical yet grounding. The highs and lows were at times extreme, but it gave my life meaning. When I struggled with understanding why people do what they do, I explored it in a novel and clarity came. When I felt overwhelmed by worry in my own life, I took myself into my characters’ minds and it had a way of calming me. Writing novels has not only been my way of expressing myself to the outside world, it has also been my way of making sense of life inside my own mind.

There is a quote in Black Crow White Lie where Carson says, “Most people live a whole lifetime without knowing their purpose. Some take years of searching and barely figure it out in their adulthoods. I was the exception, the fortunate child who was clearly handed his life’s purpose at the age of ten. I was born to be a healer.”

And I believe I was the fortunate child handed my purpose at the age of five. I was born to be a writer.

 GIVEAWAY INFORMATION 

Candi Sary will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Forged in Fire by Juliette Cross Blitz

 

Book Title:Forged in Fire 

Author:Juliette Cross 

Genre:Paranormal Romance 

Release Date:January 27, 2015 

Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

She never knew this demon world existed. Now she just wants to survive it.

Genevieve Drake never needed a man to come to her rescue. Not until the night of her twentieth birthday, when some dude nearly chokes her to death in an alley behind a New Orleans Goth club. And a hot stranger splits the guy in half, rips a monster from inside, and incinerates it into ash.

The hunky rescuer? Jude Delacroix—Dominus Daemonum, Master of Demons, now her guardian, whether she likes it or not. But she’s seriously beginning to like it.

Her would-be murderer turns out to be only the first of many minions of the demon prince, Danté, who has all kinds of lascivious and sadistic plans. Which means when the formidably beautiful Jude offers his protection, Genevieve has no problem accepting it.

For Jude and his fellow demon hunters tell her she is a Vessel, one who is born to serve the Light, but can be corrupted into a weapon of darkness. And to survive, she must trust a man whose unearthly eyes promise heaven…but whose powers unleash hell.

Warning: Contains a dark and brooding demon hunter who harbors even darker secrets, a snarky heroine who’s being hunted by every demon in the underworld, and a sadistic demon prince with a fancy for violent sexual encounters.

To say I wasn’t terrified, as well as mortified for spying, would be a complete and total lie. Still, I held my ground, moving out of Malcolm’s arms and pushing my chin up a notch. I was getting good at acting. I fleetingly wondered if I should switch my major to Drama, or maybe Politics.

Then he was there. Whoa. Way inside my personal space. And Malcolm’s. Jet eyes staked me to the spot.

“Do you have a death wish?” His voice grated against my skin like sandpaper.

Malcolm pushed himself into the conversation. “Dude, excuse me. What are you doing?”

Malcolm made a hands-off gesture. He went to push Jude away but caught the look of death in Jude’s eyes and stopped himself. Holy hell! What was I thinking? I’d brought Malcolm up here based on my own selfish desire to get some answers and now I might be responsible for his untimely demise. I could see the headlines now in the Times Picayune: Twenty-year-old Student Spontaneously Combusts into Pile of Ash, Source of Death Unknown.

“Answer me, Genevieve. Why are you here?”

“You know this guy?” asked Malcolm, trying to cut in on the staring contest passing between us.

“We were just taking a walk,” I said, trying to keep my voice from quivering. “This is—”

“Lie.”

“Jude, seriously, I was just—”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is for you?” He made a sound in the back of his throat that could’ve been a laugh if it weren’t for the expression of rage warring across his face. He glanced at my jacket with a shake of his head. “Little Red comes wandering in the woods infested with wolves.”

He was so close now our toes were touching. I inched back a step.

“Hey, dude! I don’t know who you are,” began Malcolm, putting an arm between us, “but you better back off.”

Jude fixed a glacier-melting gaze on Malcolm, standing at least a head taller. I swallowed, but there was no moisture in my throat. How had I gotten Malcolm into this?

“Kid,” Jude annunciated softly and slowly, a sure sign all hell was about to break loose, no pun intended. “You may remove yourself and go back home now. Alone.”

He sounded as if he’d just dismissed Malcolm back to his playpen, an errant child being put in timeout.

“What?” Malcolm lowered his arm and turned to me. “You know this asshole?”

“Yes. Malcolm, um, this is a friend of, um, my dad’s. A work associate. From the dojo.”

I was stammering like an idiot. To say he was a friend of mine would’ve been laughable. Though he only appeared to be in his late twenties, he exuded maturity on so many levels. He in no way looked like a friend I might know from school, and for being a good liar, my brain was misfiring at the moment and not helping me come up with anything better.

Jude did not extend his hand in greeting. He did not welcome the introduction. He did not move an inch. As a matter of fact, I felt his presence swelling beyond the miniscule area where we stood, like a colossus breathing down on the pitiful people beneath his feet. He in no way appeared cordial or polite or even remotely human, for that matter. I had to get rid of Malcolm before this became seriously ugly. I put myself between them, pushing Malcolm gently back.

“Thank you for the beignets and the company, but Jude can give me a ride home.”

“I’m not letting you go anywhere with this guy,” he protested.

Wrong answer. I heard another scoff behind me that was supposed to be a sort of laugh but wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, Malcolm. This is my fault. My dad is kind of strict. There’s been trouble with the family business and stuff. I’ll let Jude take me back home.”

When did I become such a huge liar? Trouble with the family business? Was I embroiled in the mafia now? Malcolm didn’t know my dad, except from a distance. For all he knew, he could’ve been in the mafia. And Jude more than looked the part of the assassin. I insinuated in my tone there were things I couldn’t say, because of course there were.

“I’ll explain to you later, I promise. I’ll call you tomorrow?” I added lower, squeezing his hand.

Malcolm put his hands on my shoulders. I swear I felt two points of heat boring into the back of my skull. I wondered then about my “sixth sense.”

“Are you sure, Drake?”

I nodded. He pulled me into a brisk hug, then let go, giving the man over my shoulder a hard stare. I watched as he marched back toward Jackson Square, descending the stairs with one last scowling glance over his shoulder.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I turned to face the executioner. I didn’t speak. Just waited. He was doing that thing where he appeared to be dissecting my thoughts, observing every line on my face, trying to solve a riddle that perplexed him. Flinty shards of gold sparked in his eyes. A shot of relief washed over me. Any fraction of light in those obsidian depths was a good sign. Or so I thought.

“Why are you here?”

His voice had lost its edge. Well, let me clarify, the razor-sharp edge that could slice an oak into splinters. There was still the blunt steel swinging in slow, even strokes, threatening to cut me if I made a wrong move. I glanced toward the sculpture. She was gone.

“Who’s Goth Barbie?”

His head tilted slightly to the left. His eyes narrowed, still glinting with golden stars.

“She’s a friend,” he finally responded. “Who’s Schoolboy Ken?”

He evaded, a special talent he possessed by the butt load. Two can play that little game.

“He’s a friend.”

Jude smiled. A genuine smile with teeth and everything. My heart stuttered with the sudden shift in mood. His gaze traced the contours of my face, hair, shoulders, lower.

“At least you had the presence of mind to cast illusion. When did you discover you could use your ability?”

“Huh?”

Oh. I was pretty sure that was what the “warm blanket” was, but now I knew for certain. I felt it skimming along my skin, draping me from the inside out.

“Just now. It happened automatically, actually.”

“Not automatically. Subconsciously. Your Vessel instincts are kicking in to protect you since your brain has apparently taken a leave of absence.”

“Excuse me? Did you just call me stupid?”

“Stupid would imply you have no intelligence whatsoever. I am well aware that you are quite clever, so I would define this as either rebellious or apathetic behavior. Which is it?”

I made a disgusted sound, while smiling inside at his backhanded compliment.

“What is it exactly I’ve done to warrant the label of rebellious or apathetic?”

“You’re standing in the middle of demon hunting ground. This den of debauchery lures demons for hundreds and hundreds of miles. You are a Vessel, a prize above all prizes for a high demon. The illusion you cast would certainly fool a lower creature, but not one in the upper hierarchy. So either you are being rebellious in disobeying me, or you are simply indifferent to keeping your soul intact. Which is it?”

I felt the blood drain from my face. Maybe I was stupid. No. But I wasn’t being rebellious or apathetic about my well-being. My green-eyed feline lifted her head with wide eyes to remind me why I came, but I glared at her to keep her hissy mouth shut.

“Okay, you said to not go out alone. I wasn’t alone. Malcolm was with me.”

Did he really just roll his eyes at me?

“You might as well have been stripped naked, hanging from a balcony on Bourbon Street and screaming ‘Come and get it.’ That boy could have done nothing if you were spotted by any form of Flamma.”

Now that was an image I didn’t want in my head. I was slightly disturbed it was in Jude’s. Switching gears quickly, thank you very much.

“Well, you didn’t explain any of this to me. Perhaps if you were more forthcoming in explaining all of these rules I’d make better decisions,” I said, feeling the color coming back into my cheeks.

“You are right about that. I will certainly be outlining the rules more clearly so you’ll not misbehave in the future.”

“Misbehave? Who do you think you are? My overprotective brother? Never had one. And I don’t need one now.”

He moved even closer. I started to step back. A strong arm shot out, gripping the top of my shoulder. His thumb pressed gently along the side of my neck over the cuff of my denim jacket. Surely he felt the quickening speed of my pulse. Was that his intention?

“No. I am not your brother. Nor do I want to be. However, I am your protector, whether you would choose me or not. If you value your life, or at the very least, your eternal soul, then you must trust me and do as I say.”

Speechless, I nodded, unable to think clearly for the moment. His thumb continued to stroke my skin. I can’t begin to describe how distracting that was.

“Good.” His gaze slid to my lips. I wished he wouldn’t do that. Or maybe I wished he would. Often. My thoughts spiraled in a million directions, unable to move in any coherent way. I tried to cut the tension crackling between us.

“Demons have a hierarchy? Like a class system?” I was aware I was nearly whispering, my questions sounding feeble and irrelevant.

“Yes. There is a hierarchy in heaven. There is a hierarchy on earth. There is a hierarchy in hell. That is the way of the world—every world.”

“I don’t know the difference between a lower and a high demon. You’ve told me little about them, except for the fusing thing.”

He nodded in agreement. Small victory, but victory nonetheless. He still hadn’t pulled away. His thumb trailed down over my collarbone. Since the moment he touched me, a pervasive warmth had slipped in over my own protective blanket, draping down over my chest and limbs.

“So, Little Red wants to play in the deep, dark woods,” he mumbled almost to himself. Creepy metaphor. “Let us go straight to the wolf ’s den, then.”

His hand dropped to mine, swallowing it whole. The mantle of electric warmth continued to spread, sealing to my body like a glove. It didn’t feel suffocating. On the contrary, the sensation comforted me like a cozy fire in the dead of winter.

Jude pulled me toward the stairs. I took two steps to his one. “Wait, where are we going?”

“I had an appointment tonight. You might as well come with me. Actually, this turn of events will be quite enlightening.”

He gave me a wicked grin. The sudden image of a mischievous child dangling a minnow over a shark tank popped into my head.

“What kind of an appointment?” I didn’t like the sound of this.

“As you said, I have not been as forthcoming as I should’ve been,” he said in an obvious tone of mockery, leading me across Decatur along the left side of the Square.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Evasive bastard.

“Smile. You are about to get many answers to many questions. I am going to introduce you to a high demon.”

Juliette is a multi-published author of paranormal and urban fantasy romance. She calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home, where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more books set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.

 

Exclusively at Samhain Publishing you can get 30% off!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

The Clearwater Novels Romance Blitz

Over the Ivy Wall

Clara Pendleton is a prisoner in her home. Always searching for new places to hide from her uncle, whose drunken attention terrifies and confuses her, she finds a tiny clearing in the back of the property near a disintegrating section of the ivy-covered wall that surrounds the estate.

Gaven Bridge has been sent to Clearwater to live with his Uncle Daniel. Never fitting in, he doesn’t believe he’ll ever meet anyone who understands him. But when he goes out for a walk in the woods, he happens upon a young lady sleeping soundly on a patch of moss.

A deep bond is fostered between them, helping Clara find the courage to change her life. When she finally decides to climb over the ivy wall and out into the world, there is no going back. Will Clara escape her horrible past, or will it destroy the love she and Gaven share?

Orion Cross My Sky

Tammy Pendleton thinks she’s broken beyond repair. Sheltered by her parents, a victim of sexual abuse, she wants to escape but doesn’t know how. Until her cousin Clara leads her away from the Pendleton estate, and into Clearwater.

Orion Bennett is a motor-head who works at Pete’s Service Station. At nineteen, he is battling depression. But he’s also suffering with trigeminal neuralgia—the suicide disease—and he’s desperate to escape the pain.

When Tammy wanders into the shop one day, she finds herself strangely comforted by the scents and sounds of the garage. Although the pain they suffer is very different, they discover comfort and understanding in one another. The companionship they share has the power to heal. The question is, will they let it?

Atalanta® 11-function Stainless Steel Survival Pocket Tool

My husband has a tool something like this he has carried in his wallet for years. Now I have my own. Mine has more and does more then his but I am not trading. This is a great little credit card sized tool. As described it is a 11 in 1 tool. It has: 1. Can opener  2. Knife blade(edge) 3. Flat screwdriver 4. Ruler 5. Beer bottle opener(cap opener) 6. 4 positions wrench for various size bolts and nuts 7. Butterfly wrench 8. Saw blade 9. Direction auxiliary indication 10. 2 position wrench 11. Lanyard hole (key ring hole). It comes in a nice case so it does not scratch up your credit cards, drivers, license, or any pictures you carry. It weighs next to nothing but it very heavy duty. I have had a chance to use the screwdriver and it did work great. it did not bend or twist. This would make a great addition to a Men's themed gift basket or just as a gift alone, since it s very useful.

 I received this product for free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Check it out on Amazon

Homar One Pair Silicone BBQ Grill Oven Gloves

These really do keep your hands safe from the heat. They are about an Extra Large Size so if you have real small hands you might want to practice with them before going into the heat. They are made from Silicone, so very heat resistant. They are very flexible, so you get a full range of motion while having them on. You can also open jars with these. They grip very well. My son in law actually stuck his hand in boiling water and grabbed a boiled egg out of the water, without being burnt.

 I received this product for free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Check it out on Amazon

Thunder® 2 x 12V Car Led Blue Dome Map Light Bulb

Very nice light, was so easy to install. This is universal it comes with 3 different types of connectors so should fit just about any vehicle. The light itself is a little bigger then a US half dollar, and about the same thickness. It has a sticky pad on the back to hold it steady. The light pad plugs into which ever connector works for the vehicle then plug it into the vehicle. Done in less then a minute. The light is very bright and mine glows blue. It is easy on the eyes during night driving. No tools are needed to install. Tools would only maybe be needed to get your dome light cover off, if it doesn't just snap off and on, other then that no tools.

 I received this product for free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Check it out on Amazon

U7 Fashion Jewelry 4 Pieces Jewelry Set 18K Real Gold Plated Leaf

Beautiful 4 piece set of jewelry. The set comes with a necklace, earrings, bracelet, and ring. All of the jewelry in this set is 18 k gold plated. The ring is one of the adjustable rings. I am personally not crazy about the ring, the leaf on it is a little big, but that is a personal preference, nothing against this set. I do love the bracelet, it is just beautiful. It should fit just about any wrist also. I love the way the earrings hook together when you have them on, there is not small back to try and get on the post. There is a hoops like on the back kind of like one of the clip on earrings, it clips over the post, very effectively holding the earring on. The necklace comes with a 22 inch chain, but the hasp can be clipped onto different links in the chain to make it shorter. There are also rhinestones on each piece to give it a bit more pizzazz and shine. This is a great set for yourself or to give as a gift.

 I received this product for free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Check it out on Amazon