Giveaway, Review, and Guest Post by Marne Ann Kirk author of Goddess on the Run

Marne Ann Kirk was kind enough to do a guest post for me today!!! Thank You! :D

Creating Characters

Thank you for having me on your blog today. I’m excited to “be here.” I’m from Colorado, but I’m writing this one from the ever-sunny Las Vegas.

A writer never stops creating characters. Our brains just NEVER turn off. We’re always on crazy thoughts.

For instance, we (my husband and I) are staying at a casino/hotel in Las Vegas, right? Last night, some foul creature of the night tried to make off with our truck. It happens, I know. Times are hard and people can get desperate. They didn’t take the truck, they just left a mess for an ignition switch, took my Excedrin Migraine and Rolaids (I guess they needed it more than I did), and left a “small baggie of unknown substance” (I guess we can all guess why they didn’t manage to steal the truck) for their troubles. I wish them luck in life…they’re going to need it.

We had to file a report with the hotel security and the local five-o, and therein lies a new minor character for book two of the Holy Water Warrior series…

He’s a security guard, so in Tommie’s story he’ll be a bouncer at Tommie’s Knockers, the hottest nightclub West of the Divide. I’ve already named him, Richard, and Tommie will forever wonder, or at least she’ll wonder until he dies, why she hired him a few months ago. He’s qualified, and she’s really having a difficult time keeping bouncers all of a sudden, but there’s something about this guy. He’s just a hair off of plumb.

In real life, the officer who helped us was nice enough to look at, I won’t lie. However, I’m of the “Shallow Hal” philosophy, where beauty comes from within—in which case, this guy was Frankenstein ugly… because I think we can all agree the monster wasn’t the ugly on in that book, either. So Richard will be flabby in the belly, insecure, inadequate, and physically an ugly fellow…maybe I’ll give him some habit to help. I’ll have him pick his nose and then go to shake a hand—not enough to hate him, just enough for an ick factor.

As soon as this guy opens his mouth, though, the reader will despise him (and this is the part that is inspired by the security guard). He’ll something, several things, actually, that are so offensive, so full of cockiness and bigotry, so lacking in compassion for the situation he’s in and for the people he shares space with on this beautiful planet, you won’t be able to help but hate him. And, after he is rightfully despised, a Fomorian deamon is going to attack Richard, pulling his soul from his body while frenzy-feeding on his flesh. It’s going to be a horrible, painful, drawn out way for pathetic Richard to die.

Then the Fomorian is going to probably vomit the soul out, because Richard was too bilious for it to stomach.

When Richard the bouncer dies, I’m going to smile to myself and send a silent little thank you to the security guard who gave me so much inspiration for a pivotal scene in Tommie’s story.

My point is, inspiration comes from everywhere and a writer never stops creating characters.
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Book Description:

All Fomorian Hells are about to break loose on earth, making human souls the daily special, if the Tuatha de Danaan can’t stop it.

Teagan, a Celtic demi-goddess hiding from her destiny in small-town Colorado, wants nothing to do with her mother’s forgotten realm or the drama of a battle of the gods. And Merric is forbidden fruit she’s too smart to taste.

Merric, leader of the Tuatha de Danaan warriors, has other plans. Teagan holds the key to salvation, for both him and their worlds, whether she wants to or not. He’ll do whatever it takes to convince her of her duty.

But can he find the key to her heart?

Title: Goddess On The Run

Series: A Tale of the Holy Water Warriors, Book One

Author: Marne Ann Kirk

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Crescent Moon Press

Number of pages: 316

Word Count: 91,200 words

Cover Artist: Taria Reed

Author Bio:

Marne Ann Kirk grew up wild, exploring the vast high deserts and mountains of the West with her family as a child. Marne Ann loved making up stories and, well, lied about just about everything. Thankfully, she grew out of the lying stage...now she calls it story-telling.

Her debut novel, “Love Chosen: Book One of The Fae Dragon Chronicles,” is available now. “Love Dared: Book Two of The Fae Dragon Chronicles,” is coming soon. “Goddess on the Run,” a paranormal romance, will be available September 17, 2012. You can find out more about Marne Ann through her publisher, Crescent Moon Press, or visit her at: Website / Blog / Facebook / Goodreads / Twitter


Here's an excerpt:

Great. Just fan-friggen-tabulous. Not even halfway through her shift and Teagan had an ass-grabber.

Another one.

Of course, this moron's lack of respect for personal boundaries was why she'd gotten this table of five. The girls had named her The Enforcer for a reason.

She'd let him play for a moment. He wasn't hurting her, after all. But soon he'd pay, and she'd make certain it did hurt him.

Yep, a little public humiliation, and he’d never touch another lady without her permission again.

But first, money. A girl had to have her priorities.

"Can I get you boys anything else?" she asked, setting a Corona in front of each of them.

The Friday night band sang their standard classic, "Friends in Low Places," and several patrons whooped or sang along. Lively crowd tonight--at least a couple hundred cowboys, college kids, tourists, and locals were bound to mean good tips. Everyone was lookin' for love.

Blondie, the man sitting across the table from where she stood, smiled and tossed down a hundred dollar bill. "Tequila shots?"

Mr. Hands, on her left, inched his grope further up the back of her inner thigh. If he went any higher, he'd be fondling parts of her only seen by her doctor and her vibrator.

She snapped her teeth into a grin, ignoring Mr. Hands, as she pulled the Jose Gold from one holster on her costume’s gun-slinger's belt and six shot glasses from the cartridge loops on the other hip. Between the rowdy saloon atmosphere and the waitressing costumes--leather vest, gunfighter's belt over short-shorts, Stetson cowboy hat and boots--it was no surprise Tommie's Knockers drew the largest crowd in the Canyon.

Someone cursed a stream of words his mama would’ve washed his mouth out for, on the other side of the main stage. Chaos exploded in the far section of the bar as a chair shattered and a beer bottle exploded--probably on some poor fool’s head. A girl screamed and Teagan straightened up, glancing over. The bouncers didn’t need her help, though. Six were already hustling over and stepping in, pulling two men apart and bringing things back to order. It was under control.

So why did she feel on edge tonight? Like all hells were about to break loose.

"If you're buying one for me too, sugar," she said, shaking it off and bringing her attention back to Blondie.

When he nodded, she twisted the cap off the bottle, pouring tequila into each glass before sliding them around. The shot glass she slid to Mr. Hands barely stayed on the table. Damn. She'd hoped to distract him from his blind-man's examination of her butt--no such luck.

Nope. Yesteryear’s Quarterback just kept on going with one hand, like her backside was his winning season’s playbook.

She lifted her shot, saluted the men, and tossed it back. Oh, it burned good. Too bad her kind couldn't get drunk on human alcohol. She could use a little something right now. Something to dull the sudden itch along her spine, urging her to run without motive. She wasn't fooled. Whenever she had that itch, there was a reason.

She forced herself to smile at Blondie as she set her shooter back on the table, then tipped her head so she could surreptitiously study the bar through the shield of her bangs.

Several men milled about the dance floor, looking uncomfortable and awkward, while couples danced the two-step around them. Nothing out of place about that in a bar.

Blondie slid the Franklin across the table and tapped her hand. "Keep the change."

"Why thanks, baby. If you need anything at all, raise your hand. See the brunette, Kelly, over by the bar? She'll see to your every need." Teagan slipped the bill into a pocket inside her vest.

Time to play enforcer, and just in time. She needed to clean this mess up and go on break, if for no other reason than to unwind and figure out why she felt this strung out. If she were human, she’d worry she’d been slipped something, she was so twitchy.

Was it a full moon tonight?

She turned to face Mr. Hands, leaning down slow and low, until his eyes were level with her cleavage.

He grabbed the sides of his chair, leaning closer to her.

Right where she wanted his hands--off her body.

She let her hair fall over one shoulder. "Sweetie, sometimes a little naughty is nice, but every so often, naughty goes, well, too far. Then it’s time for a little lesson in manners. Are you up for a--” She licked her upper lip, sliding her hand up his thigh until she almost brushed the bulge in his jeans. “Lesson?”

He flushed, throwing a victorious grin at his friends. "With a body as hot as you? Hell, you can teach me manners any time."

She brought her mouth to his ear as the band finished their song. Perfect timing.

"Then here's lesson one, hon," she said in a stage whisper all his buddies would hear. She wrapped his package in her palm and squeezed her hand into a fist around it--hard.

"Touch me or one of the other girls again--," she tightened her grip even more.

His eyes bulged in pain, but he sat frozen in place. Men tended to do that when you had them by the baby brains.

"One more time, and I’ll tear your nut sack from your body and feed it to an alley cat."

Such language, but some jerks were also stupid and only understood crass.

Keeping him firmly in hand, she looked at his friends and tilted her head. "I'd feed it to the dog, but she'd barely notice the swallow."

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My thoughts:

What a great start to a series! I was engrossed with the story from the beginning till the end.  The writing was fun and the story flowed seemlessly. 

Teagan was funny and strong. She was an amazing fighter but had a heart too. All of the characters were great and the fomorian were easy to hate.

I sooo can't wait to read the next book!

I recommend this book to everyone who likes paranormal books. You don't want to miss this one!   

I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.



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