Monday, December 16, 2013

Book Tour: Alabaster Nights

Today I'm proud to be a part of the 'Alabaster Nights Tour', hosted by Dark World Books. To view other stops on this tour just click on the banner.

Alabaster Nights
(A Josie Hawk Companion Novella)
A Vampire with a soul. A Huntress with a knife.
In Nashville, Blood equals Power. Will one taste of Josie Hawk cost Keller everything?
Coming January 2014
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Interested in reading how the tale of Josie and Keller began? Then check Crimson Beat, a novella within the A Celtic Tapestry anthology!
Character Interview

Elle J Rossi interviews Josie Hawk:

EJR: Thanks for being here today, Josie. I know you can’t stay long. I appreciate you taking the time. 
JH: Thank you for having me here, Elle. It’s nice to take a short break sometimes. 
EJR: I bet. So, tell me, what does it mean to you to be a Huntress.
JH: Simply put, it means everything. Hunters and Huntresses live to protect. My people are the people of Nashville. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep them safe.
EJR: That’s pretty intense. I imagine it’s a full time job. Do you ever take time off?
JH: I can’t afford to. The dark beings of the occult would snatch up any chance to turn the game in their favor. I won’t give them that chance. 
EJR: Can you tell me the story about how you met Mr. Keller O’Leary? 
JH: Sure. Irish, as I like to call him, made the mistake of feeding in my domain and taking the act a little too far. I understand vampires need to feed. I don’t hold it against them. But when they kill their food, I get upset.
EJR: Are you saying you saw Keller kill someone?
JH: Luckily for him, no. He didn’t go quite that far. But he was on the edge, and it’s my job to show him the error of his ways. I kicked his ass.  
EJR: Quick change of subject. What’s in your refrigerator? 
JH: Bottled water, jelly, and a loaf of bread. I usually grab a meal on the go.
EJR: Here’s a fun one. What’s on your bedroom floor?
JH: Clothes. Dirty towels. Lots of boots. Organization has never been my strength. Unlike Keller. My mess drives him nuts.
EJR: A bit of a neat freak, huh?
JH: Yeah. I try not to hold it against him.
EJR: So, this thing you have with Keller. Is it as serious for you as it is for him?
JH: I’m not sure how to answer that. I’m not evading, I just don’t know. It’s complicated. Keller is intense. He wants my heart, body, and soul. If I give it all to him, what would I have left for me? On the other hand, there is no one else I want to be with. I can’t imagine my life without him. When he’s not with me, I’m lost. When he’s close, I’m scared to be who he needs me to be. Like I said, it’s complicated. 
EJR: Okay, last one. Most women like diamonds. If Keller were to give you the perfect gift, what would it be? 
JH: Haha! Blinged out blades. Please, I’m a woman, too, and I love me some diamonds. Just as long as their covering the handle of a five incher.
Keller shoved off the bar and strode toward the stage, an invisible bond tethering his chest to the singer. Her voice swirled around him, wrapping him in a cocoon made of hunger, desire, and need. A waitress walked by, her drink tray held high over the crowd. Keller reached up and deposited his untouched beverage. Fake blood would never soothe his cravings. For that matter, no blood, human or animal, had ever taken the edge off. He had little doubt that all of that was about to change. 
Eyes that had been full of happiness, as if singing was the only thing that kept her alive, narrowed to slits so thin he could no longer make out their color. 
She knew.
He’d thought she was human. Perhaps not. A human would never be able to tell he was a night creature. This new development had Keller even more intrigued.
“Hey, buddy, Watch out.”
Keller kept his fangs hidden, briefly looked away from the singer, and reminded himself not to kill the man wearing a ridiculously oversized hat and an even larger belt buckle who was currently blocking his path.  
Reaching out, Keller gripped the man’s shoulder, careful not to squeeze hard enough to break his bones. “Move.” One word, infused with the power of persuasion.
The man blinked and rushed off the dance floor. Keller refocused his attention back to his… His what? He hesitated to use the word mate, but everything inside him screamed that’s exactly who this woman was. 
“Big brother. You made it.”
Keller clenched his jaw and fought the tension in his body that wanted nothing more than to pounce on the singer and make her his. Once he felt even a modicum of control, he turned and offered Sage a genuine smile. His sister. Biological or not did not matter.
 “Of course I made it.” He said. “You know I can’t deny you anything.” He pulled on Sage’s braid. “Pink?”
Sage hugged him tight. The singer continued to sing. He squelched the urge to turn and watch.
“This week, anyway. Eventually my hair will probably fall out from all this dying.” Sage shrugged. “That’s what wigs are for. Just ask Dolly Parton.”
“Dolly who?” 
“Never mind,” Sage said, laughing.
Sage grabbed his hand and guided him back to the bar. 
Keller positioned himself so he could see the stage as well as Sage. Sage looked good. Almost peaceful. Almost. A vampire could never truly find peace. Not until the end came, and Keller wondered if far worse awaited on the other side. That depended on which myth one chose to believe.
“So, what?” His sister was up to something. Her eyes sparkled. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her this happy. Maybe never.
“Do you like her?”
Every muscle in his body stiffened. No. He couldn’t be so transparent that Sage had picked up on his fixation. “Do I like who?” His words were stilted. He cleared his throat. 
She swept her arm in a circle. “This place? I’m going to buy it,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Keller angled his head. Buying meant staying, didn’t it? “You’re going to buy a pub?”
Sage shoved him playfully. “You’re not in Ireland, Keller. This is Nashville and this pub is called a honkytonk.”
“I’ll try to remember that.”
“But, yes,” she said with a smile. “To answer your question, I am going to buy it. Isn’t it great? We’re going to call it Wolfie’s”
The song ended and the singer stepped down from the stage. Keller tracked her movements as every nerve in his body strained, begging him to act.
Keller cracked his neck. The motion did little to ease his headache. “We? Will I approve of this partner?” He pictured someone taking advantage of Sage’s soft heart. Keller held his words, but he would not allow Sage to buy this place until Keller met her partner and agreed with the terms. Sage was family and her safety trumped her happiness. 
The singer marched through the crowd. Her heart beat in time with her footsteps as her boots pounded against the wood floor. Something, probably a knife, glinted under the hem of her skirt. Why the weapon? Her gaze never left his. Keller wore a lazy smile and waited.
Sage jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. “I hope so, bro. She’s awesome.”
He hadn’t considered that Sage’s partner could be a woman. A thought crept in. Keller eased off the bar and straightened his suit jacket. “I look forward to meeting her.”
Deep red hair bounced as the singer planted her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. She smiled at Sage before she turned to him. The smile disappeared as her lips flattened into a thin line.
Keller breathed deeply—something he rarely did—and his heart, along with another vital organ, jerked to attention.
“Perfect timing,” Sage said. “Keller, I’d like you to meet my partner, and best friend, Josephine Hawk. Josie, this is my brother, Keller.”
The redhead licked her lips and swept her gaze from his head to his feet and back up.
Keller could not hear over the roar in his ears. Yes. Josephine Hawk was indeed the one he had been waiting for.

About the Author
Ell J Rossi
Elle J Rossi grew up in rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animals than she could count. But the sites and sounds of the world beckoned, so she left her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a full time singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in a hundred different places. After meeting the love of her life and settling down, she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of the happily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her own characters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on the very first page sealed her fate. She’d found a new love. She’d found her escape. Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she’s creating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it. For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and sings karaoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and a cat that rules the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn’t get lost in the enchanted forest. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
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