Saturday, January 26, 2013

‘Thunderous’ Blog Tour






‘Thunderous’ Blog Tour

The Book
Thunderstorm
Daughters of Eden Novel
Book 1
By: J. M. Schroder

Synopsis
What you thought about the BIBLE .... Is about to CHANGE. What if you found out you were the granddaughter of the first woman, no not Eve, but Lilith? After 150 years Dika Edens, the oldest of 4 girls each destined to live forever finds out that very thing. Then she is informed that she and her sister’s must break the curse that was put in place when Eve sinned.  But first she must find her Aunt and Grandmother to find out how.

Blurb
What you thought you knew about the BIBLE…
 is about to CHANGE.
What if you found out you were the granddaughter of the first woman, no not Eve, but Lilith? After 150 years Dika Edens, the oldest of 4 girls each destined to live forever finds out that very thing. She is not sure if it is a curse or a gift from the Gods. All she knows is the man that has informed her of this has way too much guilt on his shoulders regarding her and her past. Chrome is her Guardian but that does not mean he can protect her from everything. He should be the first one to know that - since he is the one telling her that she must save the world.
My name is Dika, I am an American born Hungarian, Polish, Spanish Gypsy with a little bit of something special, born right here in the green state of Oregon, home of the Beavers. History would be changed in a matter of a few words spoken from the man that has been haunting my dreams. My sisters and I need to save the world and if we don't the Universe will cease to exist as we know it.
My name is Chrome Jai, Dragon Guardian to Dika Edens, created to protect her from the evils of the first human woman mother of mankind. I will protect her as she fights to save the humans, but her first assignment will be to make it through the first 48 hours and find her Aunt and her Grandmother.
We will go together to hell and back just to fix the mess of the Gods and man.

Genre
Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Recommended Age Group
18 years and above

Length
295 Pages

Publisher
Schroder & Associates

Average Rating
5 of 5 Stars


What I'm Saying About It
Thunderstorm is a fresh, imaginative, and convincing look at some of the oldest stories in human history.  The way JM Schroder connects biblical characters with deities of other ancient cultures is presented in a way that makes you stop and wonder.  The passion of her characters is undeniable and captivating both physically and spiritually.  It leaves you feeling the strength and possibilities of love and courage, and begging for more! 
Dika and Chrome are indeed a match made in heaven and see the beauty that may not be visible to everyone, but can't be hidden from each other.  The opening line definitely hooked me!  I can't wait to read what happens next.  I'm glad that there are more books of the Daughters on the way.

What Others Are Saying About It
Completely sucked into this book....and that is no pun towards the vampires involved. Everyone, religious or not, has heard the major stories of the Bible....Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, and Samson and Delilah. This book is an incredible spin off those stories.
Main characters Dika and Chrome are amazing. As Dika who views herself as plain an ordinary in comparison to her sisters is adored by her dragon Chrome. Any woman would consider herself blessed and lucky to be described as Chrome describes Dika.
This book is action packed and now I am thoroughly disappointed that I have to wait for the next installments!" –Jeannie Christo, Goodreads reviewer

“This author is currently one of my new favorites!  Her stories are fast paced and well written.  I had to force myself to put my kindle down in order to sleep!” – Ashlee Vaughn 2012 Goodreads review

“Cool! It’s a great read!!”  Tamara Beard Goodreads reviewer


Hate being left hanging!!! More please???
 December 28, 2012 I was curious, when I read the blurb, as to how this spin would be a successful PNR, but Ms. Schroder makes it work. There are some typographical errors, but I was so engrossed in the story that it didn't really matter much. The heroine, Dika, grows throughout the story and the hero, Chrome Jai, is protective and strong... I can't wait to read the next book. I didn't get enough of the Daughters... I almost wish I'd found Thunderstorm after the author had released a few more in the series... Can I have more please? - Mandymonkey – Amazon Reviewer 2012


“I was lucky enough to read an ARC of Thunderstorm (Daughters of Eden) and all I can honestly say about it is this:
WOW!!!
I wasn't sure what to expect at first...I think we are all a little nervous, picking up an author we may not have heard of before. Now? Yeah- counting my LUCKY STARS!
From the very first pages, J.M. Schroder has her fingers into you and you are helpless to escape!
This wasn't at all what I'd expected. I ADORE Dika! She grows and as she learns who/what she is, I felt like I, the reader, was right there with her.
I would also, RIGHT NOW, like to ask Santa to add one Chrome Jai to my Christmas list!
This story is truly an original and honestly, I'm not sure five stars is even enough to rate it! TEN STARS wouldn't get us half way there!

I'm telling you right now..yeah...YOU! That person who is reading this and waffling...make the purchase! You will not be sorry you did!!” – Lisa Morgan (Beta Reader) Amazon Reviewer

“Excellent read! A different take on what started it all.
Excellent read! A different take on what started it all.”  - Pieman1 Barnes and Noble reviewer
“This book is an amazing book.  Dragons and Angels who could ask
This book is an amazing book.  Dragons and Angels who could ask for more.  And the women are the heros.” – Anonymous Barnes and Noble Reviewer

The Author
J.M. Schroder

Biography
Jennie Schroder lives with her husband and three amazing and energetic children in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She studies Court Reporting at Sumner College in Portland, Oregon. Her love of writing took off in her junior high school years in Mrs. Eckert’s Creative Writing Class. Now she is sharing the stories in her head with everyone because there are way too many to keep to herself. If not writing, seeking out readers, interacting and thanking her amazing supporters, or daydreaming about her next story or being a very exhausted mother to 2 young boys and a teenage daughter, Jennie loves most to be playing with her family – indoors and out and reading.

Links
Website
http://jmschroder.com/

Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/JMSchroderAuthor

Twitter
@jmschroder

Amazon Author
http://www.amazon.com/J.-M.-Schroder/e/B00AQ2YAZS/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_2

Smashwords Author
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jmschroder
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Friday, January 25, 2013

My Links

Just in case you need another way to look up me or my work... Here are a bunch of links for just that purpose.  :D



Email: Ann.Snizek@gmail.com
Author page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ann-Snizek/248824101841473?fref=ts
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Goodreads profile: http://www.goodreads.com/Ann_Snizek
Amazon author page http://www.amazon.com/Ann-Snizek/e/B00B1U5J9K


eBooks Available at:

http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Tunuftol%27s+Fortress+of+Light



http://www.versentbooks.com/store/edition/38506fcf-d48f-4f47-8cad-37b39cf7f614

Barnes & Noble

Smashwords - Tunuftol's Fortress of Light (Tunuftol Book 1)





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press release for Tunuftol's Fortress of Light:



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www.jodiepierceauthor.blogspot.com

Facebook Groups:
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Facebook organized Blog Tours:

To Eris - Human blog tour event
Secret of the Shielded (Tunuftol book 2) blog tour event
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New Release - author Bev Irwin!!!


 Without Consent - Click Image to Close

THIS PRODUCT AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER. RELEASE DATE: 1/26/2013.

Black Opal Books - Without Consent

She found the first victim...now she might be the next.
In South-Western Ontario a crafty, vicious psychopath is at work excising the kidneys of the women he abducts. Doctor Claire Valincourt, recently jilted, finds his first victim and assists with the autopsy. But little does she know the killer has his sights on her, too.
Relationship-jaded Detective Gerry Rosko desperately searches for a serial killer who is on a quest of his own—the hunt for a perfect kidney for the terminally ill mother he tends. Will Rosko track him down before Claire becomes his next victim?

About the Author
 Award-winning author Bev Irwin lives in London, Ontario, with three assorted cats and a collie-cross, named Tiff. Her three children have flown the coup. As a registered nurse, she likes to add a touch of medical to her romance and mystery novels. She also writes YA, children's, and poetry. She prefers spending time in her garden, writing, and reading to being in the kitchen. For her romance novels, she writes under the pen name of Kendra James.


Don't forget the Rafflecopter giveaway link at bottom!



 Available in Print!

Sneak Peek Sample:
CHAPTER 1

The scalpel gripped securely between his fingers sent a delicious thrill up his arm. He laid the blade against her abdomen. The ease with which the razor-sharp edge sliced through the creamy white flesh triggered a response that was nearly orgasmic.
The woman’s inert body jerked violently with the first slice, her face twisting into a grotesque mask of pain. He pressed on the stainless steel instrument and slid it across the taunt skin. She twitched several times, settled, then became still. The drug was working.
He inspected her naked form–so beautiful, so perfect, so calm. He studied the soft swell of her breasts. He saw no movement, but the flicker of the feather he’d taped to her mouth told him she was still breathing. He glanced at the empty syringe.
Maybe next time I’ll use less.
He focused on her abdomen. Cherry bright blood oozed out of the incision. He picked a white cloth from the nearby table and wiped at the fluid. The fabric became saturated within seconds. He dropped the cloth. The smack of it hitting the cement floor ricocheted like a gunshot through the silent space.
Choosing a large towel, he draped it around the wound. Like long spider legs, blood scrambled along the towel tracing an intricate pattern on the white material. His hands trembled. Each beat of his accelerated heart rate hammered through his head.
He needed to hurry, he needed to finish before the blood stopped circulating, he needed to do this right. Sliding his hands into the incision, he felt a thrill as the heat from her body penetrated his gloves. How long would she stay warm once she’d taken her last breath?
A pool of blood filled the wound, obstructing his view. Damn. He needed to see. He pulled his hand out of the incision and used a dry corner of the towel to wipe away the fluid. The sight of so much blood sent a frigid wave sluicing down his vertebrae. He shuddered and reached for another towel. Within seconds it consumed the liquid gushing into the naked woman’s abdomen.
He pitched the saturated towel over the table, grinning as it thudded on the cement floor. Dark fluid splattered in irregular shapes. He glanced at the family-sized ice filled cooler sitting a foot away. Droplets of blood showered the outer plastic and formed unique ink splat patterns. What would a psychologist make of them? His harsh laugh echoed through the room.
The ice inside the cooler glittered like a mountain of diamonds–pure and unspoiled. Expensive, but worth it, the cooler would preserve his treasure for hours. He could use it for beer later. But he couldn’t think of that now. It was late, he needed to extract the organ and get it on ice before it spoiled. Then he could reward himself.
He swabbed the incision. So much blood. And the smell. He closed his eyes and inhaled letting the unique metallic odor fill him. His heart was racing so fast he could feel it pounding against his ribs. Suddenly lightheaded, he leaned into the table until the dizziness passed.
Hurry up. Get it out. Focus.
Willing his fingers to stop trembling, he forced himself to concentrate. He mopped at the pooling blood then inserted his gloved hand into the incision and probed her abdomen.
There it is. His fingers closed around the organ, so soft and slippery and warm. He lifted his hand. Resistance. Pausing, he let his fingers travel the edges of the kidney. Gentle. You don’t want to damage it. He palpated the thin cord of vessel restraining the organ and encircled it with his index finger.
Careful. Don’t be rough. You might bruise it. You know how important a good kidney is. You know what happens to the damaged ones. They can kill people, can’t they?
Sweat trickled into his eyes and clouded his vision. Using the back of his hand, he wiped away the beads of perspiration coating his forehead.
A stainless steel table sheathed in a thin green towel stood beside the bed. On it, aligned in a neat row, lay several shining silver instruments. With one hand cradling his prize, he reached over and selected a fine–toothed clamp. He slid it into the incision and guided it around the organ. Snapping the tiny teeth over the vessel, he occluded the flow of blood.
He left the clamp in place and reached for the scalpel. Lifting the kidney a fraction of an inch at a time, he paused only when he felt tension on the vessel. He scrutinized the razor-sharp scalpel blade–a finely honed weapon. He had to be careful. It wouldn’t do to slip and leave a trace of his own blood.
Inserting the scalpel into the gaping wound, he guided it beneath his hand. He felt the blade meet an impasse. With a swift slash he sliced through the tenuous strand. Blood spurted into the incision. Inhaling the scent, his heart skipped several beats and he became aware of the blood spurting through his own veins.
That was the artery, now for the vein.
He probed for the next vessel, clamping and cutting in a similar fashion. The cavity brimmed with blood and he couldn’t see. But now, it didn’t matter. He had what he wanted. He lifted his hand. He felt resistance. A thin tenuous cord stretched out of the wound. Another vein. Grasping the scalpel, he carved through the connective tissue and the organ came free. For several seconds he nestled the coveted organ as if holding a newborn robin in the palm of his hand. Its warmth seeped through his latex gloves. Below his hand, blood surged into the gaping wound.
He shot a glance at the woman’s face. Mary Jane, her driver’s license said. How plain. He’d call her Gabrielle. Yes, she was more beautiful than a Mary Jane. He smiled at the woman lying unconscious on the stainless steel table–her ashen cheeks exhausted of their normal rosy coloring, her lips and eyelids tinted a powder blue not derived by artificial means. Dark shadows ebbed into the fragile skin below her staring eyes. An irregular grunt of air erupted from between her lips. He had to hurry.
Should I take the time to stitch her up? Yes, finish the job properly.
Laying the organ on the bed of ice, he turned back to the woman. He ripped open a package of fine black sutures and deposited it on the sterile green towel. Attaching the suture to the needle driver, he threaded it through the mottled skin.
He worked quickly. Gabrielle wouldn’t care what her scar looked like.

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