We are so pleased to have Tes Hilaire here today to talk about her recent release, Deliver Me From Darkness. We are also featuring this title in our UF/PNR Reading Challenge 2012. Thanks to Sourcebooks, you also have a chance to win a copy of the book. As always, details are listed at the end of the post. Make sure you follow the rules to be entered into the contest!
Daphne Award-winning author Tes Hilaire started creating whole new worlds to escape upstate New York’s harsh winters before finally fleeing to sultry North Carolina. Her stories are edgy, exciting, and bring a hint of dark fantasy to paranormal romance. And no one ever has to shovel snow.
When Heroes Strike Back
First, I want to thank all the peeps at Dark Faerie Tales for having me here! I still can’t believe release day has arrived and passed, but between blogging and finishing up book two it’s been a crazy few weeks… And then there is the back-lash from some of my characters. You wouldn’t believe the dress-down I got from Roland when I told him he was expected to stop in at a couple of the blogs on my virtual tour. Something about invasion of privacy and how I needed to stop playing God. I mean really? God? I don’t think I’m God. I mean, yeah, Roland wouldn’t even be here without me, but I don’t let things like that go to me head or anything. Not that Roland seems at all grateful for that. Giving me a hard time about a couple simple little interviews, and what was with the eyes? I mean I wasn’t really scared since I know he has a heart of a Paladin, but did he have to go and do the glowy, crimson eye thing? Jeez.
The problem is, Roland isn’t the only one who’s been coming down hard on me. Just the other morning there was another “incident.” I was only doing a bit of brainstorming, outlining future books for the series, when one of my characters leaned in close and whispered in my ear: “When you think it might be my turn? Take a second to ask yourself if you really want to do that or not. For know that if you do? I’ll make your life as hellacious as you’re planning to make mine…” Man. Talk about the chills. Though why that moment had me shaking more than coming face to face with Roland’s crimson gaze I can’t tell you. See this character, Warren, isn’t even really a character yet. Right now he’s just a brief mention in an unedited manuscript sitting on my editor’s desk. I could make him as powerful or un-powerful as I want. I could make him ugly or handsome or average or scarred. Maybe his name isn’t even Warren. That too could change between now and page proofs. In fact, there are only two things I can’t change about Warren: He’s a Paladin and he’s smart. Smart enough to already have my number. Wait…make that three things I know about him. He’s also ruthless. Because he’s obviously willing to do anything, including threatening me, his creator, to stay as ambiguous as he is now. Why? Why would he want to stay this way? Well… um… remember fact number two? He’s smart and knows me. And I like to torture my heroes. I did it to Roland in Deliver Me from Darkness (giving him his soul mate after he’d already lost his soul). Then toLogan in Deliver Me from Temptation (though you’ll have to wait until December 2012 to see what I did to him ;-). I already have plans for a half dozen more men, like Valin and Bennett, Mike and Damon…And Warren? Well he’s afraid he’s next. Smart. Indeed.
So, here are the questions for the day. Do you like tortured heroes? If so, should I take the risk and make Warren’s future life a living hell or should I play it safe and skip him entirely? If you answer these questions and live in the US/Canada then you will be entered to win one of two copies of Deliver Me from Darkness that Sourcebooks is generously providing. And for those who live outside the US/Canada, go over and Like facebook.com/TesHilaireAuthor to be entered in my ongoing international contest. But first enjoy the teaser below.
…Roland had never seen a human move so fast. She was off the bed and flat against the far wall of the room in a split second, her gaze falling longingly at the dark hall beyond his shoulder.
Guess it was no contest. The dark trumped sharing space with him. The logical part of him understood this—woman plus vampire, hello—but another part, that which had awoken unexpectedly as of last night, wanted to stomp and scream and tear up a few things…and then pin her down and force her to accept him because, God damn it, she was his mate.
He shook his head violently to the side, as if he could dislodge the urge to claim her by doing so. Don’t go there, Roland. Doesn’t matter if she could have been your bond mate. She can’t be.
Bond mate. He rolled his shoulders, the tension in them running down his back. He’d been purposefully avoiding thinking about her in those terms. Yet now that he had, he knew it was true, and with that came a confusing mix of anger and confusion.
Why her? Why now and not before?…Before he’d become a monster.
The unfairness of it caused a growl to rise in his throat. He just barely managed to cut it off. A quick glance showed her still plastered like wallpaper against the wall, her eyes watching him warily. Monster indeed.
Moving carefully so as to not totally freak her out, he crossed the room to his bed. He peeled off his T-shirt—she gasped—and stepped out of his jeans—a shocked cry. Normally he would have dropped his boxers too, but the sight of her, her body held perfectly rigid, like some damn bunny trying to avoid notice, stayed his hands.
He flopped down onto the bed instead, lacing his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. He supposed he could have pulled up the covers, hide the erection tenting out his boxers, but he’d be damned if he would hide his desire for her. She was just going to have to get used to it—and him.
Damn it, Roland. When are you going to get this through your thick head? She cannot be your woman!
And because she couldn’t, he needed to drive her away before his vampire instincts took over and he did something incredibly stupid—like open his eyes and try to enthrall her.
“Coming to bed, mon chaton?” he asked, purposefully lowering his voice into a husky drawl.
His answer was a rapid beat of her feet as she ran from the room and down the dark hall.
This giveaway is provided by Sourcebooks
Two winners will each receive a copy of Deliver Me From Darkness by Tes Hilaire
Those who live outside the US/Canada, go over and Like Tes on Facebook to be entered in her ongoing international contest.
Available on February 7, 2012 from Sourcebooks Casablanca
About the Book:
A STRANGER IN THE NIGHT…
He had once been a warrior of the Light, one of the revered Paladin. A protector. But now he lives in darkness, and the shadows are his sanctuary. Every day is a struggle to overcome the bloodlust. Especially the day Karissa shows up at his doorstep.
COMES KNOCKING ON THE DOOR…
She is light and bright and everything beautiful—despite her scratches and torn clothes. Every creature of the night is after her. So is every male Paladin. Because Karissa is the last female of their kind. But she is his. He may not have a soul, but he can’t deny his heart.
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