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Genre: Fantasy
About SadeyLocation: Battle Creek, MI Home Region: Age:21 Website: http://valeriesloan.blogspot.com/ Favorite novels: Moon Called, Kitty and the Midnight Hour, On the Prowl, Unmasked, Maybe Baby, Iron Kissed Favorite writers: Laurell K. Hamilton, Patricia Briggs, Carrie Vaughn, Karen Chance, Mercedes Lackey, Richard Adams, C.J. Barry, Lani Diane Rich Favorite music: Josh Groban (for writing) Non-noveling interests: Drawing, Dogs, Reading, Spending time with my dog, friends, and family. |
Joined: Octubre 13, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 33 NaNoWriMo buddies: 12
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Brief Author Bio: As an avid dog lover, a lover of romances and a wonderer of all things fantastical it only makes sense that I write almost anything within those bounds... most often a combination of the three. I tend to prefer writing Urban Fantasy or Paranormal Romances (often Paranormal Romantic Comedies). Last year I wrote a paranormal romance through the eyes of a border collie shapeshifter, this year I'm writing a paranormal romance (a sequel of sorts to my 2007 NaNo) involving werewolves on a world on the brink of death. Just what would life mean if you knew your days were numbered? |
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Synopsis: Star Fell
The world is ending and Tobie Daye is sick of waiting for the sky to fall. The stars have already started and the other worlds are colliding. So the day her father shows up with a stranger in tow is the day she decides that if she’s got to die, she’d rather do it on her own terms.
Lyric Strom wishes she’d have stayed home, but wishes are about as plentiful as the remaining stars. And when life is already teetering on the brink it’s all he can do to stay alive, much less keep the wayward werewolf from jumping headfirst to her doom. Pretty as she is, he doesn’t believe in apocalypses and he’d rather she stop wasting his time.
But everyone has a last wish and Tobie is determined to have hers: one adventure worth living for and a love worth dying with… And she wants them both before the last star falls.
Excerpt: Star Fell
“You don’t look a damn thing like your mother.” The fact seemed to amuse him, but it just pleased Tobie. She didn’t want to look like Anaka Daye. Her mother was every bit the lazy beggar her grandfather was and had never done a single interesting thing in her life. Unlike her father.
Tobie’s gaze slid to the strange man stepping up behind her father. Another werewolf, she could smell the familiar fur and musk on him now, but he wasn’t one she’d met before. Dralle patted her cheek and let her go. “Lyric, meet my daughter. Tobias, since when did your grandfather pull himself out of the den long enough to enlarge his territory? Or are you getting yourself into trouble again?”
“We’re looking for the star that fell last night,” Gil said before she could answer and Tobie winced. The squirrel like creature was a damn chatterer.
The stranger’s dark lips twitched but Dralle curled his back in a snarl. “Catching fallen stars?”
“We’re hunting.” She waggled her shoulders slightly in hopes that Gil would get the hint. If her grandfather found out…
The man named Lyric tilted his head, looking past her for a moment before the dark gold of his eyes slipped back to hers. Every werewolf had wolf yellow eyes, but the shades varied. This one’s looked almost shadowed, heated and they crinkled at the edges when he focused for too long. Unsettling when that focus was on her. “Any luck?”
The rich timbre of his voice was reminiscent of a growl and Tobie shivered a little. He was the kind of man that made angry sound natural. Then his eyes dropped to her hands and his lips thinned. “Never mind.”
She couldn’t help but stiffen. “We just started.”
“Then we might as well finish. Run along Tobie, and tell Kerrigan I’ll be dropping in with a friend.” Dralle said it as if she were still just a pup trying to tag along. She was the pack’s main hunter these days, if you didn’t count Morres and she was damn good at it. She started to tell him as much when her father added in a gruff undertone, “Get on. I wasn’t asking girl.”
And then he’d turned his back to her and was moving off down the street, the stranger in tow but not without a last amused look back at her. Tobie huffed. Since when had her father ever had friends?
“We going?” Gil whispered into her ear, his large eyes fixed on the retreating werewolves. She snorted. Not on their life.
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