Peep Rep: You kidnapped Batman? Holy Cow!
Liza: I don't think Batman was an author. Besides, the door to his bat cave is locked and has no welcome mat. And he's got a man butler.
Liza: What? No! Clark Kent is a new reporter, not an author.
Peep Rep: Same thing.
Liza: No, it's not. Guess again.
Peep Rep: Kary Rader?
Liza: Finally! Let's welcome my latest kidnapped guest: Kary Rader.
Kary: I'd wave hello, but... And by the way, is this garden hose
you’ve wrapped me in? Did I not warrant high-grade nylon rope? And where did
you learn to tie these knots?....Oh, I forgot. You’re supposed to ask the
questions, right? Crap. There was another one.
Liza: You're a bit tied up, we know. So when rummaging through your home office I found
an interesting book. Since it had your name on it, I'm hoping
you've read it. Nice cover, by the way.
Kary: Thanks. I've not only read it, but I wrote it…multiple times.
In fact, I’d go so far as to say, I probably know this story better than
anyone. At the very least, top three percent of all people. So you think I have
a nice cover? Nice? Seriously? There
is a perfect male specimen shimmering in the Light and all you can say is “nice
cover”? Oops, that was another question, wasn’t it? Crap. I’m not used to these
interviews yet.
PRESENTING:
QUEEN OF JASTAIN
WRITTEN AND
READ (multiple times)BY
KARY RADER
with a way better than NICE cover.
Kary: You get stranger by the day, which is great because I’m
walking that road with you and we can remain friends together (along with the
voices).
Liza: I know. It's because my peeps keep telling me I'm funny. It encourages me to push boundaries.
Kary: And a few buttons, I imagine. But please refrain from hitting the eject button for now.
Liza: So tell me about this book you've read and written (multiple times).
Kary:
The Light brought her to him, but does he have the faith to make her his queen?
Liza: I don't know. Why are
authors asking me questions about their books?
Kary: No, that’s actually a
rhetorical question this time. That's the beginning of my blurb.
Liza: Then we need to label it
so my peeps realize you aren't testing them on their reading comprehension.
Peep Reep: Yeah, we don't like
tests.
The Light brought her to him, but does he have the faith to make her his queen?
For twenty years, Avant plotted revenge against the dark king, but
when a mysterious woman suddenly appears, everything changes. Although his
prophetic Gift reveals she's the Seed of Light chosen to restore the Crown, his
overwhelming attraction to the women threatens his long-held plan for revenge
and two decades of fidelity.
Abby Randall is inexplicably transported from Dallas to the
medieval land of Jastain. There she meets Avant, who claims she's the foretold
champion of his people. While the hot guy has her hormones pumping, his crazy
talk of defeating an evil king leaves questions to his sanity. Through his
supernatural Gift, Avant transplants his memories into her, but neither are
prepared for how their hearts intertwine.
Together they embark on their quest, but when Abby and Avant come
face to face with destiny, will they sacrifice what matters most to provide a
happily-ever-after for the people of Jastain?
Liza: Hey! I've read this. It's really good. The hero and heroine
couldn't be more different at the start. The story line is engaging and unique,
and the character depth of all the characters, not just the hero and heroine
are three dimensional and memorable. I can truly recommend this story.
Kary: Thank you. Would you like an excerpt? (Sorry, about the question.)
Liza: Absolutely, but let me label it.
Kary: You
do realize that's not spelled correctly?
Peep Rep: No, but it makes us laugh at Liza.
Liza: Both of you hush and listen to the Xsurp
When Avant climbed back to the cave, his hair was wet. He'd
slicked it back from his face and tied it into a little ponytail with a leather
string. The sexy shadow of a light beard softened his angular jaw, and the
thick waves of his hair shined with chestnut highlights in the morning sun. It
was a good look for him, but then again, what wasn’t? Abby ran her fingers
through her own tangled tresses and pulled her hair back. What she wouldn't
give for a hairclip.
“Would you like a thong for your hair?”
She giggled at the word thong, certain that what she pictured was not
what he referenced. “Do you have an extra one? I’d like to get it out of my
face, and I don’t have anything.” Actually she had her own thong, but she
sure as hell wasn't putting it in her hair.
He immediately unlaced the tie at the neck of his shirt and handed
it to her.
She gasped and put a hand to her face to hide the heat in her
cheeks as his shirt fell open below his breast bone. “You don’t have to do
that.”
Her blood coursed wildly at the sight of the smooth muscles of his
chest. A soft sprinkling of dark hair beckoned her fingers. She swallowed hard.
“It’s all right. Please use it. It will be a hard day’s
journey with hair in your face.” His words rang in her mind so sincerely
she forgot her embarrassment, but her eyes kept flitting to his heavenly chest.
“Thank you, Avant, and not only for the lace but for everything
you're doing to help me.”
Holding her gaze, he nodded once, and her heart fluttered. Was it
getting warm in the cave? She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.
“It is time to be off if we are to make it to the next
shelter before nightfall.” He picked up his pack and walked to the
mouth of the cave. She grabbed her bag and followed.
Climbing down proved to be more difficult than going up. The
muscles required to lower herself from one level to the next worked her thighs
and butt like no gym equipment she'd ever experienced. It was like doing hours
of squats. She trudged down the mountain with the previous day's tumult
weighting her down like the “freshman ten.” Avant helped her along on the
steeper steps, but, for the most part, she made them on her own,
clippity-clopping in those damned Docinis all the way.
When he reached the bottom, he disappeared around an outcropping.
Abby took the last little step to the base and hurried after him. As she turned
the corner, Avant grabbed her arm and spun her around. Driving her back against
the rock, he pressed the length of his rigid body against her. His face, barely
three inches from hers, clenched in thin lines of stress. Her heart raced…with
fear.
She was pretty sure it was fear.
END OF XSURP
Peep Rep: Don't stop. Read us more.
Liza: Buy the book and read it yourself, Peep Rep. Kary is tied
up, which means she can't turn pages. She would have to recite the book from
memory.
Peep Rep: I don't mind.
Liza: Do you have any idea how long this blog will be if she reads
her entire book to you?
Peep Rep: We might win the Guinness World Record for blog length.
Liza: True, and it's such a good book, my viewers would no doubt
read to the end, BUT Blogger would probably kick me out for crashing their
blogger system.
Peep Rep: Okay, I'll go buy the book. Does Kary have links?
Liza: I couldn't find any in her desk. But frisk her shoes. Ladies
are always storing weblinks in their shoes.
Peep Rep: I thought it was their bras.
Liza: No, that's for money, credit cards and fake ids.
Peeps, if you'd like to know more about Kary, I found some
interesting information on her.
The Official Bio of Kary Rader, stolen
from her desk.:
Kary Rader is a part-time Twitter sage,
stay-at-home mother of three, and slave to the characters and worlds inside her
head. Always creative, she's drawn to stories with fantastical worlds and
creatures. With a little bit of magic and divine guidance, there isn't anything
that can't be accomplished with words. It's the power of words that creates and
destroys. Vanquishing evil and injustice while finding eternal love in the
process is all in a day's work. With the help of her critique partners and
master cartographer imaginary places come to life.
You can legally stalk her at:
Parameters beyond those places could
result in a restraining order.
Kary: Can I go home now?
Liza: First you have to compliment my book.
Kary: The book is well written, starts out delightfully humorous,
then it turns serious and traumatizes me. And I will add that if said author
who traumatizes friends wrote another book about what happens to the real young
Casey, all could be forgiven. Until then I’ll have to write a cheap knock-off called
Really Saving Casey and post it to some bad fanfic site. (and that’s all I have
to say about that.)
Liza: Yeah, sorry about that, but Life is a mixed bowl of nuts.
Kary: Prepare to laugh, cry, and seek therapy to recover.
Liza: That should be sufficient to justify my expenses to kidnap you to the IRS.
Kary: Glad I could help. Can you untie me now?
Liza: Nope, I'm keeping you for two days, so more of my peeps can
visit you.
Liza: Peeps, leave a comment. Kary and I both love to get comments.
And follow my blog please. It doesn't take long, and it makes me
sooooo happy.
Kary: One final comment, Can you tell me who asked the most questions in this post? If you can, leave a comment and I’ll give you a Sword Charm necklace.
Somebody comment! I'll even take a spammer...
ReplyDeleteGreat interview!!! Sooo funny. Kary I loved your excerpt! Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ella. Kary can't respond right now. She's tied up. :) I'm sure she'll reply later...when I free her. But that's in 3 days.
DeleteThanks! Great fun, as usual.
ReplyDeleteNice work, Kary, best of luck!
Thanks Tony. I keep posting camping pictures on Kary's site. So nobody knows she's been kidnapped.
DeleteI must be behind the times. I didn't know ladies now stored weblinks in their shoes. LOL I learn new and larcenous stuff every time I visit you, Liza. And Kary I think your cover is way better than nice. I think it's AWESOME! But then so is the book.
ReplyDeleteGreat job, ladies. Hysterical as always. Liza you really must untie Kary before 3 days. You'll cut off the circulation in her hands and they'll turn black and fall off and she won't be able to write any more fantastic books!
I'll make certain she comes out with hands.
DeleteIt's not often a blog is as entertaining as yours. Let Kary's hands free so she can keep pumping out her great stories!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the fine compliment. I'll make certain her hands continue to work.
Deleteyou know Liza there's only so many times I get you out of trouble for kidnapping. I love the cover, Kary. What could be better than a bare chest and big biceps? I must go get this book!!
ReplyDeleteTruly, I had no idea 'nice' had become a negative word. Is Sweet still positive?
DeleteGod only knows how many peeps I've insulted. Nice car! Nice shoes. Nice haircut...
I wonder if my blogs pop up at the FBI center, as they search for real crimes. Her again.
Maybe they enjoy having a laugh during their otherwise hard job.
as usual,an entertaining interview, Liza. Kary your book sounds awesome. love the excerpt. Avant sounds really cool. And Liza, loosen those knots on Kary's hands, she needs them--her hands not the knots :) Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteI promise, I will not allow any harm come to Kary's hands. As a fellow author I fully understand the need of digits.
DeleteThanks for giving me back my hands, Liza! And for having me on the blog!
ReplyDeleteI would never harm your hands. It would be same as smashing DeVinci's fingers.
DeleteFun interview! Great job
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by Maer. Glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteLOL. Liza, you are seriously nutty! Kary, great job!
ReplyDeleteNawww, I'll lightly nutty. The seriously nutty people in my family do NOT make you laugh. Say hi for me to your horses. They don't write to me anymore. sniff.
DeleteI don't think anyone answered your question. I believe I had them so rattled they forgot about the necklace you were offering.
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