Thursday, October 12, 2017

Nocturne! It's here....and here....and here....



Happy Release Day!



Irene and I are busy blogging and tweeting and generally sharing the news about book 2 in our Hours of the Night series. This page will evolve as reviews and guests posts happen, so keep an eye on it, m'kay?





Reviews








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Bayou Book Junkies

Joyfully Jay

J. Keswick




It's Mardi Gras, cher, but this year le bon temps kick off with murder…

For generations, the White Monks have treated the vampire Thaddeus Dupont as a weapon in their battle against demons. However, when a prominent matron drops dead at a party, Thaddeus and his lover Sarasija are asked to find her killer. Their investigation leads them to an old southern family with connections everywhere: Louisiana politics, big business, the Church, and an organization just as secret as the White Monks.

Meanwhile, an esoteric text containing spells for demon-summoning has disappeared, Thaddeus is losing control of le monstre, and Sara is troubled by disturbing dreams. These nightmares could be a side-effect of dating a vampire, or they could be a remnant of his brush with evil. As the nights wear on, Sara fears they are a manifestation of something darker – a secret that could destroy his relationship with Thaddeus.







“You said you were hungry.” Thad’s tone hinted at reproach. “There are no restaurants on this block and we have no need of” —a hint of red touched his cheeks as he scanned the items in front of them—“anything here.”

Sara smothered a grin. He had crashed hard after the funeral, woken up well after Thaddeus, and convinced the vampire to go out to eat. Thad had made it clear their current focus was Berta, not the Daemonum.  Feeding Sara, an entirely Thad-approved activity, provided the excuse for a little detour.

They were in the touristy voodoo shop in the French Quarter, not a place Thad would normally bless with his patronage but the only lead Sara could think of for tracking down Missy. Intent on killing time until the pale Goth chick at the counter finished with the other customers, he hadn’t paid any attention to the items in the display they were ostensibly browsing. He picked up one of the bottles Thad was scowling at.

“Are you kidding? This ointment promises to attract the object of your desire for hours of unbridled passion. Who wouldn’t want that?” He blinked at the vampire, trying to look innocent. “Where do you suppose we apply it?”

 He had meant to tease his boyfriend, who had an adorable prudish streak sometimes. Instead, he got the vampire.

Thad’s eyes turned stormy, then black. Sara felt himself falling into the abyss as the vampire’s emotions rushed through their bond. Lust. Fury. And threaded through all of it, à moi p—

The connection closed so abruptly Sara almost fell over from the psychic jolt.

“And who do you intend to attract with this vile potion?” Thaddeus looked calm, but his voice came out low and deep and still carried an echo of vampiric reverb.

Sara stared at him. “You, idiot.”

The vampire stared back, unappeased. “Then is it the hours or unbridled aspect you find lacking?”

Unbridled. Sara swallowed hard. Saturday morning had been pretty unbridled. And hot. And he did not need to think about that in public.

He swallowed again and tried to suppress the memory of Thad’s hands spreading him open, his tongue…

“We’re good,” he croaked. “You’re right. We don’t need any of this stuff.”

Thad gave him a predatory smile that did nothing to cool down the heat between them until Sara caught the tiniest flash of fang. Thaddeus?

Okay. Important note to self. No taunting the vampire in public. Thad looked one step away from pouncing on him and dragging him off to…not helping.

Sara tried to think about something, anything else. 






Today Nocturne's still $2.99, but it'll be jumping up to the regular price of $4.99 soon!



Vespers & Bonfire are still only 0.99, 
but they'll be regular price soon!!

Vespers


Bonfire

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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

The Cover Can Be Revealed!




This has been a long time coming! Irene and I have been sitting on the cover of Nocturne for close to six months now, and we're both so excited to have it out in the wild! I love how it's distinct from Vespers, but still has the same feel. Our cover artist, Kanaxa, really did an amazing job!

But you know what they say....a picture's worth more than any words I could come up with. Scroll down so you can see for yourself!



Isn't it pretty? 

Now keep scrolling, because there are buy links and giveaways and a screamin' sale price on Vespers and Bonfire. I haven't been blogging much lately - too busy writing! - so thank you for visiting. If you were a fan of the earlier books in The Hours of the Night, I hope you enjoy the newest installment in the series. 




It's Mardi Gras, cher, but this year le bon temps kick off with murder…


For generations, the White Monks have treated the vampire Thaddeus Dupont as a weapon in their battle against demons. However, when a prominent matron drops dead at a party, Thaddeus and his lover Sarasija are asked to find her killer. Their investigation leads them to an old southern family with connections everywhere: Louisiana politics, big business, the Church, and an organization just as secret as the White Monks.

Meanwhile, an esoteric text containing spells for demon-summoning has disappeared, Thaddeus is losing control of le monstre, and Sara is troubled by disturbing dreams. These nightmares could be a side-effect of dating a vampire, or they could be a remnant of his brush with evil. As the nights wear on, Sara fears they are a manifestation of something darker – a secret that could destroy his relationship with Thaddeus.



Sale price $2.99

Regular price $4.99

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“You said you were hungry.” Thad’s tone hinted at reproach. “There are no restaurants on this block and we have no need of” —a hint of red touched his cheeks as he scanned the items in front of them—“anything here.”


Sara smothered a grin. He had crashed hard after the funeral, woken up well after Thaddeus, and convinced the vampire to go out to eat. Thad had made it clear their current focus was Berta, not the Daemonum.  Feeding Sara, an entirely Thad-approved activity, provided the excuse for a little detour. 


They were in the touristy voodoo shop in the French Quarter, not a place Thad would normally bless with his patronage but the only lead Sara could think of for tracking down Missy. Intent on killing time until the pale Goth chick at the counter finished with the other customers, he hadn’t paid any attention to the items in the display they were ostensibly browsing. He picked up one of the bottles Thad was scowling at.


“Are you kidding? This ointment promises to attract the object of your desire for hours of unbridled passion. Who wouldn’t want that?” He blinked at the vampire, trying to look innocent. “Where do you suppose we apply it?”


 He had meant to tease his boyfriend, who had an adorable prudish streak sometimes. Instead, he got the vampire.


Thad’s eyes turned stormy, then black. Sara felt himself falling into the abyss as the vampire’s emotions rushed through their bond. Lust. Fury. And threaded through all of it, à moi p—


The connection closed so abruptly Sara almost fell over from the psychic jolt.


“And who do you intend to attract with this vile potion?” Thaddeus looked calm, but his voice came out low and deep and still carried an echo of vampiric reverb.


Sara stared at him. “You, idiot.”


The vampire stared back, unappeased. “Then is it the hours or unbridled aspect you find lacking?”


Unbridled. Sara swallowed hard. Saturday morning had been pretty unbridled. And hot. And he did not need to think about that in public.


He swallowed again and tried to suppress the memory of Thad’s hands spreading him open, his tongue…


“We’re good,” he croaked. “You’re right. We don’t need any of this stuff.”


Thad gave him a predatory smile that did nothing to cool down the heat between them until Sara caught the tiniest flash of fang. Thaddeus?


Okay. Important note to self. No taunting the vampire in public. Thad looked one step away from pouncing on him and dragging him off to…not helping.


Sara tried to think about something, anything else. 









The celebration goes on! Irene and I put both Vespers and Bonfire on sale. 

Sale!!




Sale Price $0.99!

Regular price $3.99

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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Nocturne Preorder!!



Our cover reveal's not until 9/25/17, over on The Novel Approach Reviews, but the buy links are up and running. It's time to spread the word!





It's Mardi Gras, cher, but this year le bon temps kick off with murder…
For generations, the White Monks have treated the vampire Thaddeus Dupont as a weapon in their battle against demons. However, when a prominent matron drops dead at a party, Thaddeus and his lover Sarasija are asked to find her killer. Their investigation leads them to an old southern family with connections everywhere: Louisiana politics, big business, the Church, and an organization just as secret as the White Monks. 

Meanwhile, an esoteric text containing spells for demon-summoning has disappeared, Thaddeus is losing control of le monstre, and Sara is troubled by disturbing dreams. These nightmares could be a side-effect of dating a vampire, or they could be a remnant of his brush with evil. As the nights wear on, Sara fears they are a manifestation of something darker – a secret that could destroy his relationship with Thaddeus. 







Nocturne will be $2.99 from now till the release day 10/12/17.

$2.99

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I'll update the links as more stores come on-line.


Also, Vespers and Bonfire will be on sale for $0.99 starting 9/25/17.

$0.99


Vespers                    Bonfire

Click the links to find all the ebook sellers carrying the first books in the Hours of the Night.


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One of the hardest parts of writing this book was keeping the cover art a secret. I can't wait to share the post when the cover reveal goes live! In the meantime, mark your calendars....

Also, if you're the Facebook-group-joining type, Irene and I started a new group for people who've read and enjoyed our Hours of the Night series. It's called After Hours with Liv & Irene, and you can find it here...


Best, 
Liv







Thursday, June 15, 2017

Book Release: Aqua Follies!






Aqua Follies releases today, and I couldn't be happier. This has been a labor of love, and I'm so excited to get it into the hands of readers!

To celebrate, I thought I'd make a post that focuses on the real Aqua Follies, a variety show on water that was part of Seattle's Seafair celebration from 1950 until about 1962. The Aqua Follies had water ballet and dancers, a live band, clowns, divers, and guest performers who regularly sold out the 5000+ seats of the Green Lake aqua theater. 

From the 1962 Seattle Times

Seafair lasts a couple of weeks, from late July into early August, and culminates with hydroplane races out on Lake Washington. Over the years Seattle residents have done just about everything to celebrate. Recently I was nosing around Amazon and found a Seafair Cook Book put together by the women of St Andrews on the Lake Episcopal Church in 1951. According to my friend, historian Paula Becker (who pointed me at the Aqua Follies in the first place), the original St Andrews was sacrificed to the construction of Interstate 5, but the congregation lives on in a new church about 10 blocks north of the original.


Notice they've got Mount Rainier on the cover and not the Space Needle -
because the Space Needle wasn't built till 1962.
The recipes are pretty amazing. Many require the use of gelatin, and more than a few call for a handful of this or a little of that. Scanning the index, I saw a section of "cocktail" recipes and got all excited (because '50s + cocktails!), but they turned out to need shrimp and avocado, not bourbon. Oh well. There's a separate chapter for recipes contributed by men, one for holiday recipes, one for historic, and one for foreign recipes. Fun stuff!


You could bring Seafair Cream Puffs to your next party!


Or maybe you'd prefer Raisin Delight or Mystery Pudding? 


So next time you're planning a trip to Seattle, make it during Seafair. There's the hydros and the Blue Angels, a Milk Carton Derby and pirates. PIRATES! It's a lot of fun, and the weather almost always cooperates. And if you don't have time for an actual vacation, check out Aqua Follies. You can have a vacation-by-kindle! (Make sure you get to the end of this post to enter the giveaway Irene Preston and I are running to celebrate Aqua Follies' release!)





The 1950s. Postwar exuberance. Conformity. Rock and roll.
 Homophobia.
 

Russell tells himself he’ll marry Susie because it’s the right thing to do. His summer job coaching her water ballet team will give him plenty of opportunity to give her a ring. But on the team’s trip to the annual Aqua Follies, the joyful glide of a trumpet player’s solo hits Russell like a torpedo, blowing apart his carefully constructed plans.

From the orchestra pit, Skip watches Poseidon’s younger brother stalk along the pool deck. It never hurts to smile at a man, because sometimes good things can come of it. Once the last note has been played, Skip gives it a shot.

The tenuous connection forged by a simple smile leads to events that dismantle both their lives. Has the damage been done, or can they pick up the pieces together?



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Thursday, June 8, 2017

Aqua Follies! It's here...and here....and here!





You might have heard me mention the fact that AQUA FOLLIES IS COMING 6/15/17! Er... and if you haven't before, consider yourself warned. I love the world that this story is set in, because the 1950s were such a complicated time. It was not for the faint of heart, the unconventional, or, you know, the gay.

The thing is, though, when you dig beneath any stereotype you find all kinds of different attitudes. I think there's evidence that not even the '50s forced conformity turned everyone into a cookie cutter. There have always been times and places where society was more tolerant, and while no one would ever accuse the '50s of being open-minded, from the 1920s until the '70s at least, the seedy red-light district south of Yesler Way in Seattle hosted a number of same-sex bars, coffee shops, and night clubs.

As long as the management paid the cops their stipend, they didn't get harassed...too much.

The world Skip and Russell live in is filled with friendship and music, with party lines and dungarees, and with secrets and fear. I hope you'll check out Aqua Follies soon. The $0.99 preorder price won't last for much longer!




























The 1950s. Postwar exuberance. Conformity. Rock and roll.
 Homophobia.


Russell tells himself he’ll marry Susie because it’s the right thing to do. His summer job coaching her water ballet team will give him plenty of opportunity to give her a ring. But on the team’s trip to the annual Aqua Follies, the joyful glide of a trumpet player’s solo hits Russell like a torpedo, blowing apart his carefully constructed plans.

From the orchestra pit, Skip watches Poseidon’s younger brother stalk along the pool deck. It never hurts to smile at a man, because sometimes good things can come of it. Once the last note has been played, Skip gives it a shot.

The tenuous connection forged by a simple smile leads to events that dismantle both their lives. Has the damage been done, or can they pick up the pieces together?





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Aunt Maude patted the director’s shoulder and strode downstage, mistress of all she saw. “Hop out, girls.” She clapped her hands briskly. “Grab towels if you need them. We’ll go through the last few numbers and go home.”

Right away, Susie scuttled over to Russell. “After all this, I’ll need a shot of whiskey to take the chill off.”

“Me too.” Russell smirked to temper the truth in his words. “Go get your robe.”

“Nah, you’ll keep me warm enough.”

He took pity on her shivering and draped an arm over her shoulders. She tucked herself in close, ensuring he’d be left with soggy spots on his sports shirt and khaki slacks, but he didn’t push her away.

He and Susie made a good team, and for the seven thousandth time, he wished the press of her curves put more heat in his veins.

No such luck.

“Thanks, lamb chop.” Her rubber nose clip gave her voice a nasal hum, and she trembled in the cool summer air. “Can we sneak out later?”

“Sure, but if Aunt Maude catches us, we’ll both be on the train back home.”

She faked kicking him in the shin. “I didn’t come all this way to worry about going home. You and me are going to have fun.”

He pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “Yes, dear.”

Their last hurrah. They had two weeks in Seattle, then another run in Detroit. At some point, Russell would give Susie the diamond ring he had tucked in the bottom of his suitcase. He snugged her closer to his side. He’d start his new job, they’d get hitched, he’d buy the house, and she’d give him babies. More importantly, the wedding would give his parents something to be happy about.

The feeling of dread wedged under his sternum had more to do with nerves than anything else.
The director called for the Night at Club Aqua number and counted off a fast tempo. His baton flashed in the floodlights blazing from the edge of the stage. From the orchestra pit, the band hit the opening bars of “In the Mood.” Susie took off, diving into action with the other Aqua Dears. They spun through the water in a synchronized display, while the dancing half of their traveling troupe, the Aqua Darlings, took the stage dressed in sparkling blue skirts, white blouses, and low-heeled black shoes.

The big band, a dozen musicians playing brass and strings and percussion, romped through the verses twice, their heads silhouetted in the stage lights. Then a lone musician stood, rising into the glare like Gary Cooper on the screen at a drive-in movie. He was tall and lean and handsome, with a curled pompadour and a five-o’clock shadow. Curiosity pinned Russell in place. Then the young man put a trumpet to his lips, and Russell had to close his eyes.

The music rang out over the lake and bounced off the rooftops in the surrounding neighborhood. The tone was cool, but the solo was hot, hitting Russell with the force of a pickax. The horn’s voice turned his insides to jelly, but the man—from the swoop of his hair to the curve of his bicep—swapped that jelly for lava.


He tried to tell himself his damp clothes caused the shivers chasing over his skin, but didn’t come close to believing it. He dug his fingertips into the bands of muscle running up the back of his own neck and dragged his gaze back to the swimmers, breathing slow and deep to force the flush out of his face. He’d just been surprised by the man, and exhausted from travel. He’d be fine. Everything was okay.




















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