Thursday, July 28, 2011

Bleeder Blog Tour with author L.K. Rigel

SQUEE... SQUEE... and triple SQUEE!
Today I have author L.K. Rigel on the blog to share a little something about the third book in her apocalyptopunk series, Bleeder. I love that there's SO much more to her book than just werewolves and vampires (although I'm happily addicted to them) L.K.  brings something fresh... intrigued? Let me show you the blurb and cover...

Postapocapunk Romance
The King of Garrick wants to kill her.
The King of Allel wants to love her.
And shapeshifters stole her baby’s soul!

It’s been a hundred years since sea-level rise and global nuclear war wiped out most of humanity. Mallory is a chalice, one of the world’s rare fertile females who contract with the kings of the Concord Cities to provide natural-born heirs. It was supposed to be a pampered and uneventful life, but Mal becomes caught between King Garrick's scheme for world domination and the goddess Asherah's desperate plays for another god's attention.  In her struggle to survive, Mal must confront the most terrifying threat of all -- the truth of her past and the inevitability of her destiny.

** Book Excerpt **

[The Empanii are shapeshifters who can read human minds. Most people have a pleasant experience when they encounter an Empani. Sometimes not.]

Edmund had been brought up to know not to spend any more time with his chalice than necessary. At this point, the second phase of Mallory’s contract, they should have one or two more meetings and a soul ceremony, and she’d be out of his life forever.
But these were far from ordinary times.
“You named the female.” She lay on a blanket spread over the wild grass not far from the pond. Her hair was free of its braid, the way he liked it.
“I’ve broken a Concord or two before.”
“This is different, giving your counselor a name.” She rested her head on her elbow, and the hair cascaded over her shoulder like a shimmering white-gold veil. Was she trying to drive him crazy? “For a gesture, you risk having a Team of Inquiry brought in.”
“It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.” He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her. “Forgive me?”
She smiled, proving his point. But she wouldn’t let it go. “This isn’t on the same level as planting tomatoes or electrifying raptor nets. Lady Bron had to renounce her name to become Counselor. Counselor of Garrick, I might emphasize.”
Fair play, as Harold would say. But on his daughter’s name, Edmund wouldn’t move.
“Why did you do it, Edmund?”
“One day as I watched Counselor play a game with her, she laughed. A full-on belly laugh out of a ten-week-old mite, the sound of pure delight at being alive in the world. I knew then she had to have a name.” He stretched out on the blanket. “CĂ©ilidh. It means celebration with music and dancing. My sister thanked me for it.”
“I thank you too, Edmund. It frightens me, but I admire you for it.”
She kissed his cheek. He turned to meet her lips, so soft, inviting him to take more. She ran a fingernail over the bee on his clavicle, a little habit of hers he had grown to love. He pushed his tongue between her lips, and she murmured her enjoyment. He slipped his hand inside her robe. She wasn’t wearing anything else.
She pushed him onto his back, and her hair fell all around him with the scent of ylang-ylang. He rolled her over on her back and kissed her neck, her breast, and traveled down her body. He didn’t want to take any more time; he had to have her now.
And she was ready for him. Mallory, Mallory. He drove into her, pounding at her. She pulled him closer. From out of nowhere, a wave of fury washed over him. He pounded harder, and he felt her anger too. It didn’t make sense, but the rage coursed through his veins.
She thrust her pelvis upward and grunted, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper, not as if to please him, but to take something from him. She grabbed onto his shoulders and buried her face in his neck with an urgency he’d never felt before.
Something clicked in his mind. This was wrong. The Golden Wasp was still at sea. Mallory wasn’t yet in Allel.
He was in the Empani nest, the mad bog.
“Edmund.” Her voice, and not her voice. Too late. He gave way. He poured everything he
had into her, in a confused blend of orgasm and terror. The rational, banished part of him called out from behind a wall in his mind: get out!
“Edmund.” The voice was mix of Mallory and something else. “No matter what happens, I could never mean you any harm. I’m not sorry.”
“Shibbing shibadai!” He flew away as if she’d turned into a pillar of fire.

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About the Author

LK Rigel lives in California with her cat, Coleridge. She was once a singing waitress, scored the independent science fantasy karate movie Lucid Dreams, and was a reporter for the Sacramento Rock 'N Roll News. Her BA is in humanities and religious studies. Her work has appeared in Literary Mama and Tattoo Highway. Her short story "Slurp" will appear in Anne Frasier's 2011 Halloween anthology Deadly Treats published by Nodin Press.

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Stephanie O. said...

I love Vampire and Werewolves . . which is why I put off reading this series for so long. After reading the first book Space Junque . . I was KICKING myself in the butt for having waited so long.

This is an AWESOME series!

Stephanie O.

latishajean said...

I love vampires too my favorite Thanks for sharing again love what I read! I can't wait to read more!

krysykat said...

Awesome excerpt!