features a short guest-submitted interview with urban fantasy author Teresa D’Amario.
She’s currently doing a virtual book tour for her novel Visions of Fire and Ice.
her tour, Teresa will be awarding a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s
choice) gift card to a lucky commenter. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your
chances of winning, feel free to visit other tour stops and enter there, too.
Atlanta, the daughter of an Army Soldier during the early stages of the Viet
Nam war, I spent my childhood traveling from state to state, finally ending up
overseas in Germany where I graduated high school six months early.
career however began as a young Airman in the Air Force, writing monthly
articles for the weekly base paper. The
articles ranged from climatological data to full center fold articles on the
destructive forces of hurricanes. As I
increased in rank, my writing changed to more technological instruction,
including such works as WSR-88D Doppler
Radar Data Interpretation Guide for North Carolina Stations, and Station
writing wasn’t limited only to the technological side. I’ve written multiple dog training and
behavior articles for canine websites such as Sonora Canine Freestyle, and also
the Ask Blackjack column, a fun training column in the voice of my labrador
retriever, then a young pup.
book, SheWolf, won 2nd place for Best First book in RWA’s PFF&P Prism
is also retired Air Force. We live in
North Carolina with our two dogs.
on a planet not their own, the Petiri spend their lives hiding the natural
gifts that set them apart from the world. They live long and unfulfilled lives, unable to find their soul mates on
this backward planet known as Earth. That is until the night Ramose comes face to face with Tamara, a woman
whose gifts rival his own. Determined to
find why this human is in possession of an ancient magical Petiri relic, he
arranges a meeting.
Tamara, embittered from past events, is wary despite lifelong dreams of Ramose
and a sure knowledge he is her soul mate. Before long the couple find themselves ensnared in a battle that has
raged for millennia in Egypt’s desert. Set, Egyptian God of Chaos, is determined to take his just due: the
throne of Osiris.
only way to stop him is for Ramose to put his trust in Tamara, but first must
gain the same from her. The ensuing
sensual relationship is filled with romance, lust and love. Their relationship is tested by an unnatural
evil. Will her powers over fire, combined with his ice be enough to win the
day? Or will the ancient gods and
goddesses of Egypt destroy more than just their love?
in the lock on her door and whirled around. “What did you say?”
inside her. She didn’t tolerate her younger brother ordering her around, and
she surely wasn’t going to tolerate anyone else to either. She raised a finger
and pointed it at his chest. “Oh, no, we aren’t even going down this path. Let
me stop you right there.” Her finger poked at hard as rock muscles, and his
eyes widened, this time in surprise. “I’ve raised three sisters and a brother.
Nobody tells me what to do. I make my own decisions, buster. If you think for
an instant I’ll let some overgrown child tell me to stay away from the
playground bully, you’ve got another thing coming.”
heavenly full lips quirked into a smile. “Overgrown child?”
stomach twisted inside. She really hadn’t meant to come on so strong, but,
then, she hadn’t expected the sudden humor in his eyes either. That smile did
something to her insides, making her muscles quiver like Jell-O.
face so close.
much like her dream man he looked. Well, she’d tried to ignore it. Just like
she’d tried not to notice how arousing that small tattoo on his cheek was. But,
then, he offered her his crooked half smile, and strange things happened inside
her. Damn, he’s sexy.
one arm on the doorframe, leaning toward her. Despite the casual pose, he
reeked of masculine strength. Power rolled over her, pulling her ever closer to
his heat, feathering across her body like wings.
and so warm, was like magick. Or was it her imagination? But when his breath
whispered across her face, his masculine scent drove all inquisitive thoughts
from her mind. Her eyes fluttered, though she fought to keep them open.
male. It took all she had to not lean forward and inhale like some drug addict.
imposing leaning over her like this would set off all kinds of alarms in her
head. Yet, with Ramose, she didn’t feel uncomfortable. Was that because of the
dream? If so, she was headed for a big disappointment, because there was no way
this man was the same one.
was so not happening on her first night in Egypt.
smile, his head cocked to one side.
she’d forgotten his question.
darkened, and the edge of purple energy flashed along the perimeter of his
curving into a smile. She’d bet if he could see her aura, it’d be more than
edged with purple. Aw, hell, maybe it was going to happen. What was the harm in
a simple kiss? “Aren’t all men overgrown children?”
even sound like hers. Instead, it sounded like some come-hither sex goddess or
something. She bit her lip, but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t
hers. “I have not been called a child for many, many years, Tamara.” His soft,
dark curls brushed her cheek, and he dipped his head, drawing closer.
strange things inside her, and her knees trembled. She leaned back against her
door. She really should unlock it, go inside, get on the phone, and yell at
Julie. But, right this instant, all she could think about was the powerful man
leaning over her, his masculine scent teasing her senses.
every bit of common sense had scattered about the time he’d leaned against the
doorjamb. “Maybe it’s time someone reminded you of who you are.”
his throat. He brushed aside a stray hair teasing her cheek. She swallowed hard
when he let his hand trail down her shoulder to her arm bracelet. His eyes
sparked, and, for an instant, she thought she saw anger flicker in his aura,
but it disappeared before she could be sure.
forward, and she thought he would kiss her now. She longed for his lips to
touch hers, but he merely whispered in her ear. “Nine in the morning. Be
until he reached the elevator, but that would be just wrong. What the hell?
It’s a vacation. She peered down the hall one more time.
to his butt, cupping each cheek as delicately as a woman’s hands.
Tamara jerked back to her door, twisted the key, and charged inside, slamming
the door between them.
What is the first
curse word that comes to mind? How often and why do you use it?
It’s funny, I don’t curse often, but when I was in the Air Force, that little
word got out of control. It came everywhere. All the time. So, I decided to
break myself of it. Every time I’d start it, I’d say SHHH and draw that part
out until I reminded myself how rude it was, and it would end up as
SHHHEEPSKINS. I remember someone said “Why don’t you just say shit, you know
you want to.” Well, Cuz it’s rude! Other words are a little less rude than shit
is, so now all I say is damn, and hell, because it’s more socially acceptable. But
truthfully I rarely curse in public.
ten thousand bucks?
use it as a down payment on a Can Am Open Air Vehicle. Couldn’t you get me
twenty five thousand instead? Then it could pay the whole cost!
within touching distance?
phone, the TV remote, my Diet Coke, a Pen, and of course my computer.
hubby count? I used to crush heavy on Patrick Swayze, may he rest in peace.
hear in public? F**k. To read? C**t. Mostly because they are both used
primarily for shock factor and disrespect. Neither need to be there, in my