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An Immortal King in Exile Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire by @kayelleallen #SciFi #SpaceOpera

We’re thrilled Kayelle Allen has stopped by today for an interview! For readers who don’t know, Kayelle founded and shepherds Marketing for Romance Writers, a source of superb information, support and opportunities for authors. She’s also the artist who designed the marvelous header and logo at the top of this page!

INTERVIEW

Adriana, thank you for inviting me to share my immortal king and his story with your readers. I’ll jump right in to a short interview about the hero of this series. I have an excerpt also and at the end, a giveaway for everyone.

Why did you call this series Bringer of Chaos?

Pietas is an Ultra, a scientist and warrior who was genetically designed. He’s immortal and believes himself to be unbreakable, yet he has the most vulnerable, tender heart. He thinks he’s grown immune to love. In this book, he discovers he isn’t. Every Ultra has specific psychic and physical gifts. Pietas commands thought processes and can cast confusion, disarray, and fear. The gift is called Chaos, and he’s a master. His own people gave him the nickname Bringer of Chaos.

This is a good place to give us the blurb for this book.

When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that’s the problem. He’s not.

Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it’s up to Pietas to free them. He can’t release one at a time. It’s all or nothing. He’s facing over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals will call on him for rescue and he has no way to answer.

It’s not all bad. The beautiful telepathic warrior he’s loved for lifetimes is at his side. He’s bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this planet with him has become a trusted friend.

Before Pietas can build shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he’s fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father.

Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever…

What inspired you to create the series?

I’ve had the idea rattling around since I was a teenager. The Bringer of Chaos series steps back in time from my current story universe by several thousand years. I wanted to understand Pietas and I figured the best way to do that was to write his story. Once I finish the next book in this series I will jump back into the Tarthian Empire and write more books there.

Describe the main character.

Pietas has platinum blond hair and teal blue eyes. He’s seven feet tall, slender but incredibly resilient and strong. He has a twin sister who looks nothing like him. Dessy has black hair and eyes the color of a stormy sky. She is his opposite in attitude as well. The motto of Pietas is “Honor. Always.” Dessy’s is “Winning is everything.”

Is there anything unusual about your hero?

His personal code of honor requires Pietas to always tell the truth, no matter how uncomfortable. He makes no attempt to be cruel about it, but he will not bend the truth. At times, he omits details rather than lead a person to a conclusion he could have covered up with a lie. He will find a way to rephrase an answer or outright change the subject. His honor means more to him than life. If there is one force that drives Pietas, it is honor. He does the right thing, even if no one else will ever know.

Does he have any quirks?

Pietas does not use vulgar language. He’s a soldier and hears swearing in the trenches, but to him, such language is a mark of the uneducated. For that reason, there is no profanity in this book.

What was his childhood like?

I don’t think he had one. Although he was born like a human, his parents were not. Like all Ultras (other than Pietas and Dessy), they were created fully grown. They had no idea how children should be treated. I won’t say they did their best. The twins’ father reared them more like a science experiment than people and his mother, while she loved them, did little to protect her children from their abusive father. From the time they could hold a weapon, they were taught to kill. The topic at dinner was often, “Tell us a new way to kill humans.” Small wonder Pietas grew up hating humans. It was as natural as breathing.

How does he view himself?

Pietas is powerful and beautiful and he knows it. He acts conceited, but that is a front for his enemies. In reality, he could not care less what he looks like. He chops his hair with a dagger and takes no credit for his appearance, other than his uniform. His father created Pietas to be as perfect as possible, including his looks. He lets his father take the credit for that. It was nothing he earned.

Would you like a peek at the immortal king’s vulnerable heart? In this scene, Pietas has been playing with a sentient panther, a huge animal he calls Tiklaus. The name means “Loyal Warrior.”

EXCERPT

Tiklaus batted at him, knocked Pietas onto his back and then flipped itself down beside him. The panther wrapped its front legs around his arm and gnawed at it in gentle play while the hind feet kicked him without injury. Claws flashed, but did no harm.

Now I know how a chew toy feels. Pietas blew out a breath.

When the panther draped itself over his chest, he struggled to slide out from under but could not get up. The animal weighed less than he did, but with no visible effort, it kept Pietas from rising.

“I concede, my friend. You win.”

The panther ignored him.

“Tiklaus, off.”

Nothing.

“Off, please.”

The panther yawned, opening a huge maw. Fangs flashed.

Pietas tried a signal that worked with sparring partners and asked for release by double-tapping the panther’s side.

The cat stood at once and stepped over him. It shook from nose to tail, then sat and groomed itself.

He stood and brushed himself off. Standing beside Tiklaus, who reached him mid-thigh, Pietas took pride in knowing this sweet, playful cat was also the snarling ball of animal rage that had nailed his father to the ground. Mahikos had not seen it coming.

Pietas should have let the cat eat him when he had the chance.

After ensuring no one was on the path in either direction, he knelt and scratched the cat’s ears. “Who’s a good kitty?”

The animal sneaked in a lick of his hand and face and flopped down on its back.

“My Tiklaus, that’s who. Tiklaus is a good kitty.” He rubbed the smooth belly. “Yes, you are! Such a good, big kitty. You’re my kitty, aren’t you? Good, good kitty.”

The panther accepted the attention, one paw twitching. After a moment, it stood and shook itself. A purring sound rumbled from its chest. It sat, licked one paw and added a lick of Pietas’s face as well.

He chuckled. “Thank you for the bath.” He hugged the panther’s neck. “You have as soft a heart as I do but you don’t show it either. Pact, my friend. I won’t tell if you won’t.” He kissed Tiklaus on the nose.

The panther bumped its head against Pietas, then bounded to a tree and up it.

Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire

Science fiction with romantic elements, space opera
Heat rating PG13 for violence. No explicit content or profanity
Available on Amazon and in print. Free on Kindle Unlimited

http://amzn.to/2ABIcCI

Review this book on NetGalley https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/book/127569

 

Giveaway

Here is a free adult coloring book to download and print, based on my character, Pietas. If you like dragons, you will love this. I hope you enjoy it! It contains original art. http://bit.ly/color-pietas

Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She’s a US Navy veteran who’s been married so long she’s tenured.
https://kayelleallen.com
Twitter https://twitter.com/kayelleallen
Facebook https://facebook.com/kayelleallen.author
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“Nothing is missing…” #WeWriWa #MFRWAuthor #RomanticSuspense

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where writers share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of their writing on Sunday. Be sure to visit other participants at http://www.wewriwa.com/ and read and comment on their #8sunday posts.

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Welcome back! We hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! It’s been three weeks, but now we’re returning to The Heist, which you can read FREE at Kindle Unlimited!

EXCERPT

Set-Up: Kara’s still meeting with her curator to assess the break-in.

“Nothing is missing,” Sasha continued. “Nothing is damaged. That’s what’s crazy about this. Why would anyone go to the bother of disabling our computers and alarm system and steal nothing?” She paused. “And the creepy thing is we know they were in the building. The two soda cans on the floor in the vanPatten room didn’t just walk in on their own.”

Chuckling, Kara agreed, “No, I do believe they were carried in. Maybe someone wanted us to know just how vulnerable this place is.”

 

TheHeist_MEDThe Heist
B&B Publishing
ASIN: B00LNE7366
Romantic Suspense
81,000 words
Heat rating: Three Flames
(Warnings: explicit sex, m/f; light bdsm; sex toys)

BLURB

A Heist? A Murder? It’s villain’s choice.

A special-order art theft? Tedious, but seamless – until small town museum director Kara Daniels calls in the experts. Furious her favorite trio of priceless impressionist paintings has been stolen from its traveling exhibit on her watch, Kara is determined to save not only the paintings, but her future in the art world. She’ll stop at nothing to entrap the thief.

Ted Springs knows the underbelly of the criminal world a little closer than he might like—but he’s turned it to good advantage, first as a police officer, and now as detective for the Upper Midwest Arts Council. His job? To guarantee the security of the valuable paintings in the Council’s traveling exhibits.

Heat sizzles when Ted and Kara collide—can they work together, before it’s too late?

REVIEWS

Five stars at Goodreads:

“The sex is hot and I loved the phone sex scenes. Never did I expect the ending. It was brilliant. The Heist is a winner!” Sheila G.

Five stars at Amazon:

“Very hot…engaging, entertaining, funny and serious, well written and extremely enjoyable to read.” Donna H.

“A true ‘romance novel’! Adriana Kraft at her best.” Mama

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New Release: Pearlman, by David Russell #MFRWAuthor #Romance #Sci-Fi

BLURB

This book was inspired by a passage in the Spanish epic poem La Araucana, which I have translated. In the original story, a Spanish soldier, after a battle, is accosted by an Indian woman who asks him to lead her to her husband’s body, to pay her last respects. In the original story, she disappears. In Pearlman the hero is contemporary, but he does time and space travel to those legendary times, and the woman turns out to be Auchimalgen, the Araucanian Moon Goddess. She seduces and enlightens him. There is a backdrop of Chile, with its incredibly volatile ecosphere and long history of protracted conflict. This story combines romance with sci-fi and time travel.

 

EXCERPT

Her skill in undoing my armour was worthy of any trained white man. “We are supremely adaptable; we learn avidly from those we observe and oppose”, she whispered, her teeth gleaming in her smile. As I saw the chain mail and the cuirass lying there, discarded, I saw that the rust had all disappeared.
Deft hands tenderly peeled my sweat-ridden leather and cotton; it was lovely to be nursed without immediate wounds to distract from the exquisite sensations.
“You must be proud of your exertions!” she said. The power in her words was akin to a duelling challenge. (The time warp flashed me into my happy collaboration with that beautiful fitness trainer, when I imagined that lithe, toned form excelling itself at the Olympic High Jump as her prelude to our delicious consummation.)
I looked up towards her breasts, to see the matching metal, discs, chains, bangles – an array of gold, silver and jade; I sensed their resilience beneath their cover. She read my response with total ease; with a radiant smile, she whispered “do as you have been done by.”
My hands trembled a little as I delicately negotiated the pins and clasps, but I succeeded in making a harmonious pattern of them, like a crown at the head of my discarded armour. It was good to have gained intimate knowledge of those metallic treasures in the museums.
The face of a full moon, reciprocating its radiation on Tegualda’s face and eyes, beamed its glittering reflections, as if casting off a diaphanous robe, to reveal the perfect body of its illuminated rocks, bouncing back and forth around the elaborated grid of our variegated metalwork – steel, bronze, silver and gold – its luminosity almost suggesting that it would all come to life, radiant in the flames of their smelting, almost as two armies facing each other. In turn, the beams flooded our faces, giving an external flourish to our luminous vibrancy charged from within.
She took my hand, and made it caress her sealskin robe: “please do the honours”. I lifted it at the bottom. My hands reached up inside it until they could feel her firm but still slender waist. Repeating my earlier gesture, she raised her arms in surrender and conquest, the robe clouding into a transient veil over her noble features.
Then Tegualda cast off her gleaming white cotton camisera for me with all the challenging flourish of a toreador. She tamed me and fired me simultaneously with her lovely self-revelation.
The walls of my time-capsule were fractured. There glistened across the world, ricocheted back and forth across the centuries a composite of the world’s beauties, celebrated in poetry and song, painting and sculpture, melted, distilled and poured into one vibrant, impassioned, soul-suffused body. Egyptian and Grecian statues and mural figures melted into an array of Hollywood dream sublimities deeply embedded in my memory. This was a spiritual earthquake, embracing all history and culture, the distilled essence of all artistic striving poured into one giant goblet.

BOOK INFO

Length: 10,000 words.

Heat Level: 3.

Publisher: Bella Tulip Publishing

BOOK LINKS

Pearlman eBook: David Russell: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pearlman-David-Russell-ebook/dp/B0776G2JRF

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Pearlman-David-Russell-ebook/dp/B0776G2JRF

Pearlman by David Russell | Jeris Book Attic
https://jerisbookattic.com/pearlman-by-david-russell

Brittany’s Book Blog
http://www.brittanysbookblog.com/blog/pearlman-by-david-russell-release-day-with-giveaway

Review

By Marilyn Baron on 9 December 2017 – Published on Amazon.com

Pearlman, David Russell’s mythological fantasy and time travel, is a story to be enjoyed on many levels. Pearlman, Russell’s contemporary hero—someone as precious as a jewel, someone in search of a precious jewel—has a fascination for the period of the Spanish conquests and wishes to travel back in time to that era. The story was partly inspired by a passage in the Spanish epic La Araucana, concerning the conflict between the Conquistadores and the Native Chileans, in which the narrator, a Spanish soldier, is approached by Tegualda, a native woman, who asks him to lead her to her husband’s body, so she can pay her last respects. Tegualda, a noblewoman in the original epic, turns into a moon goddess. She and the hero have a physical and metaphysical tryst, and are mutually enlightened.

Russell gives a factual backdrop to a fictional story set in Chile, one of the most unstable places on earth—abounding in earthquakes and volcanoes and political instability. As a romance writer and reader, I recommend this story to romance readers.

About David Russell

B. 1940 Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Self-published collection of erotic poetry and artwork, Sensual Rhapsody, 2015. Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’. My works have recently been taken on by Bella Tulip Publishing. Pearlman and Self’s Blossom have already been released, due to be followed by Explorations, Further Explorations and Dreamtime Sensuality Vols I & II.

www.davidrussell-author.blogspot.co.uk

 
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