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Friday, May 17, 2024

SPOTLIGHT w/INTERVIEW - PNR - MARKED UNDER THE MIDNIGHT SUN (Black rock Guardians, #3) by Susanna Storm


Marked Under the Midnight Sun
Black Rock Guardians, #3
by Susanna Strom
Date of Publication: May 21, 2024
Publisher: Cougar Creek Publishing, LLC
Cover Artist: Lori Jackson 
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781960382092
ASIN: B0CKKXFYFC

Tagline: He was loaded for bear. And he still wasn’t ready for her… 


BLURB
Viggo

I do jobs no one else in my pack can do. Dirty jobs.

Like kidnapping Liv Hagen.

I didn’t want to do it. I was just following my alpha’s orders.

I never thought my bear would think she’s ours.

But there’s no way I can keep her. The consequences are too dire.

So, when the time comes, I’ll have no choice but to surrender her to fate.

Even if it kills me…

Liv

Kidnapped, held captive, and used as a bargaining chip against the Black Rock Guardians.

Yeah. Seems about right for my luck.

But if the big, bad bear shifter thinks I’m going to submit to his—or anyone’s—will, he’s got another thing coming.

Which is why I’ll just have to ignore my attraction to the sexy jerk. It’s probably Stockholm syndrome, anyway.

I mean, it’s not like he’s my fated mate or anything… right?

Marked Under the Midnight Sun, Book 3 in the Black Rock Guardians Series, is a lightly angsty, enemies to lovers paranormal romance with plenty of spice and tense moments, and just the right amount of suspense, action, and adventure. Download today and get ready for the supernatural romance you didn’t know you needed.
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Excerpt:
Liv huddled next to the campfire, a flimsy Mylar sleeping bag wrapped around her shoulders. Soaking wet, her cheeks flushed scarlet from the frigid air, the human was in trouble. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the temperature was plummeting.
I glanced at my shivering captive. “Gimme your coat, dress, and boots.”
“What?” she sputtered. “Dude, I’m not stripping in front of you.”
My lip quirked. Nobody but this feisty, gotta-be-freezing-her-ass-off woman would dare call me dude. Most pack mates cringed in my presence, and referred to me as Mr. Creed, or sir.
Not Liv.
“You’ll never warm up if you spend the night in wet clothes.” I pointed at the sticks wedged into the ground next to the campfire. “I’ll put your things close to the flames to dry out.”
“Forget it.” She yanked the emergency sleeping bag up to her ears.
I bit the inside of my cheek. I never got a good look at her body underneath the sodden down parka, but her legs were shapely and I bet her figure matched.
What the hell am I doing?
Was there any thing more pointless, more self-destructive than being attracted to the woman I’m turning over to my heartless alpha?
Time to shut this shit down.
I stepped toward her and deliberately shaped my features into an intimidating scowl.
“You telling me you’d rather freeze to death than take off your wet clothes?”
She didn’t answer, probably realizing how foolish she’d sound if she said yes.
“My orders are to bring you safe and sound to Medved. I can’t let you get hypothermia.”
“And a flunky like you doesn’t dare disappoint his alpha, right?” Scorn dripped from her voice.
“That’s right.” No point in taking offense when she spoke the truth. I lowered my chin and put command into my voice. “So either you strip or I’ll do it for you.”
Color returned to her cheeks in an angry flush. “Try it, buddy, and you’ll lose a hand.”
I could easily overpower the mouthy woman and peel her clothes off. Grizzly shifter versus human? Hell, no contest. Liv wasn’t stupid. She had to realize how powerless and vulnerable she was. Still, she jutted out her chin, and her pretty brown eyes shot sparks.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I debated how to handle the insolent human. I’d ripped her away from everybody and everything she knew. Her next few days were bound to be rough, especially if she shot off her mouth in front of Medved. Why not cut her some slack? If she saw me as a reasonable man, she might be more willing to listen when I warned her to mind her manners in front of my alpha.
“How about I turn around and look the other way while you undress?” I proposed.
The fingers clutching the top of the sleeping bag had turned bone white, and she trembled from the cold. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “Do it.”
I put my back to her. “Just don’t get any crazy ideas about picking up a branch and clobbering me.”

She snorted. “We’re in the middle of godforsaken nowhere.” I heard rustling as she dropped the sleeping bag and shed her wet clothes. My imagination filled in the details as I imagined her naked behind me. “Even if I managed to knock you out, where would I go?”








Author Info
Susanna loves to read―and write―stories full of complex characters who find love, hope, and connection while navigating through an exciting and dangerous world. Susanna lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and two very spoiled cats.

The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview with . . . Susanna Storm . . . 

How would you describe your style of writing to someone who has never read your work?
I write steamy paranormal and post-apocalyptic romance. My books have a lot of action and emotion. Even when I write about supernatural beings or the end of the world, I try to make my stories and characters feel grounded in reality. My heroes tend to be strong and protective men who love hard. They’re never alpha jerkwads or bullies. My heroines are strong, smart, determined, and not afraid to go after what they want. Readers tell me that they love the family dynamics in my stories, whether it’s the relationship between siblings, cousins, or found family.  More than a few badass elders appear in my books. Third act breakups aren’t my thing. I prefer that the black moment come from an outside force trying to tear apart a committed couple. I like to write first person, past tense, with dual POV. 



Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?
Hmmm… Everyone’s writing process is unique. What works to lubricate the storytelling gears for one author may not work for another. My brain isn’t wired for the words to flow easily and naturally. Vomit drafting—pushing out a rough first draft—doesn’t work for me. My creative muse goes on strike if I try to move forward in a story while leaving behind plot holes, typos, or anything my intuition tells me isn’t right. This means I write slowly, but produce fairly clean first drafts. 

Learning how to placate my internal editor while making progress with the story took time. I eventually developed a writing system that works for me. I write first thing in the morning before my mind is distracted by anything else. After my first cup of coffee, I sit and visualize myself staying on task and reaching my word goal.  I journal. Something about putting pen to paper helps me brainstorm what I want to write that day. I meditate, then go to my desk. While writing, I listen to the sound of thunderstorms. I don’t allow myself to look at email, social media, my book rankings, or anything else until I’ve written at least 1000 words. This system gets my creative juices flowing.


Do you take character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page?
When I first started writing, I did a lot of prep work. I filled out character sheets and asked myself every question I could think of about them. I quickly figured out that doing so didn’t help me craft better or more compelling characters.  Now, I usually start writing with only a vague sense of the plot and the characters. I ask myself “What does this character want and what’s keeping them from getting it?” The story and characters comes to life as I write. 


Do you people watch to help with character development? Or do you build upon your characters during story creation?
When I start writing a new book, everything I know about it would fit on a note card. I have a general sense of the two romantic leads and what the book is about. I’m an intuitive/discovery writer. Nothing stalls my creativity more than outlining and planning. Over time, I’ve realized that my subconscious mind—what I call my back brain—does most of the heavy lifting when it comes to creating plot and characters. Story ideas percolate in my back brain and emerge when they’re ready. Often, my conscious mind doesn’t know a character exists until they pop out on the page almost fully formed.

I’ve always been a people watcher and fascinated by personality. I’ve benefited from studying the nine Enneagram personality types and learning about each types’ fundamental fears and motivations. Once a character appears in the story, I use that knowledge to enrich and build upon their characters. 


Can you share your next creative projects(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?
Now that Marked Under the Midnight Sun is finished, I’ve started work on book #4 in the Black Rock Guardians series, Beneath a Shifter’s Sky. I’m looking forward to watching Remy, the wolf pack’s tech guy, find his happy ever after. I introduced the female main character in the epilogue to Marked Under the Midnight Sun. Skye is a woman on the run. Trouble will follow her to Belle Reve and will reveal a major new threat to the Black Rock Guardians. The plot is simmering in my back brain. I have faith that the story, words, and characters will come together in a satisfying way. 

I plan to revisit my post-apocalyptic World Fallen series with a novella set in Portland during the early days of the pandemic. I’m considering releasing it on Vella first, but haven’t made up my mind. 

Thank you Susanna Storm for joining and giving a little insight to you and your process. Your work is appreciated.

Website: https://susannastrom.com/
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Susanna’s Stormers, Facebook Readers Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1572291033136914 
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/20463245.Susanna_Strom



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Wednesday, April 10, 2024

COVER REVEAL - PNR - MARKED UNDER THE MIDNIGHT SUN (Black Rock Guardians, #3) by Susanna Storm


Marked Under the Midnight Sun
Black Rock Guardians, #3
by Susanna Strom
Date of Publication: May 21st 2024
Publisher: Cougar Creek Publishing, LLC
Cover Artist: Lori Jackson 
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781960382092
ASIN: B0CKKXFYFC


Tagline: He was loaded for bear. And he still wasn’t ready for her… 


BLURB
Viggo

I do jobs no one else in my pack can do. Dirty jobs.

Like kidnapping Liv Hagen.

I didn’t want to do it. I was just following my alpha’s orders.

I never thought my bear would think she’s ours.

But there’s no way I can keep her. The consequences are too dire.

So, when the time comes, I’ll have no choice but to surrender her to fate.

Even if it kills me…

Liv

Kidnapped, held captive, and used as a bargaining chip against the Black Rock Guardians.

Yeah. Seems about right for my luck.

But if the big, bad bear shifter thinks I’m going to submit to his—or anyone’s—will, he’s got another thing coming.

Which is why I’ll just have to ignore my attraction to the sexy jerk. It’s probably Stockholm syndrome, anyway.

I mean, it’s not like he’s my fated mate or anything… right?

Marked Under the Midnight Sun, Book 3 in the Black Rock Guardians Series, is a lightly angsty, enemies to lovers paranormal romance with plenty of spice and tense moments, and just the right amount of suspense, action, and adventure. Download today and get ready for the supernatural romance you didn’t know you needed.
Amazon     Kobo     Apple     BN     Books2Read      







Author Info
Susanna loves to read―and write―stories full of complex characters who find love, hope, and connection while navigating through an exciting and dangerous world. Susanna lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and two very spoiled cats.

Susanna’s Stormers, Facebook Readers Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1572291033136914 


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Tuesday, August 18, 2020

BOOK BLITZ w/EXCERPT - POST-APOCALYPTIC SUSPENSE - PANDEMONIUM (World Fallen, #1) by Susanna Strom


PANDEMONIUM
World Fallen, #1

by Susanna Strom
Publication date: August 18th 2020
Genres: Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Romance, Suspense



BLURB
The intersection of danger and desire

Kenzie Dunwitty is laser focused on finishing college and landing a job that will give her the security she craves. With a deadline looming, she disconnects to finish a paper. When she emerges, the world is sliding into chaos. Overnight, a simple flu virus has morphed into a lethal, worldwide pandemic. Kenzie seeks refuge at her prepper cousin’s compound and finds herself face to face with a deadly sexy stranger.

Ripper Solis, ex-Army Ranger and current enforcer for an outlaw motorcycle club, protects the people he considers his own. He’s not a nice guy. Not a man that a woman turns to for support and comfort. Not the bad boy hero in the romance novels Kenzie’s escaped into for years. Or is he?

As law and order break down, and the ever-present threat of the virus hangs over their heads, Ripper’s strength and resourcefulness offer an irresistible allure. Sexy and commanding, he’s everything she ever wanted. Their chemistry is combustible.

Will love save the day, or will the perilous new world obliterate their future?

Pandemonium is the first novel in the exciting new World Fallen series. Maelstrom, book two of the World Fallen series, coming October 27.
CHAPTER ONE:
Kenzie
I slicked my wet hair back from my face and grabbed the towel that I’d slung over the shower curtain rod. A shadow fell across the plastic curtain. I glanced down at the three-inch gap between the bottom of the waterproof fabric and the floor. Bare feet—the toenails painted a bright apple green—shambled past the shower stall.
Jeez. At 3 a.m. on a Sunday morning, I’d figured I was alone in the big, communal bathroom. Whoever walked by was ignoring the unspoken rules of dorm life, not to mention common sense. You didn’t sneak up on somebody in the middle of the night. You called out “Coming through” or “Hi” so you wouldn’t startle them or look like a creeper. And nobody in their right mind walked across a public bathroom with bare feet. Hadn’t they heard of foot fungus?
Muttering to myself, I wrapped the towel around my body.
The overhead lights flicked off and plunged the room into semidarkness. Only a narrow shaft of light from the hallway pierced the gloom. Stumbling backward on the slippery tiles, I almost fell out of my flip-flops. I groped for the walls, my heart thumping in my chest.
“Hey! Turn the lights back on.”
Most people would have apologized and flipped the switch. Not my mystery intruder. She shuffled down the hall, leaving me alone in the dark.
“Thanks, asshole.” She was probably the same type of joker who swiped my towel midshower during my first week in the dorm. Swathed in the flimsy shower curtain, I’d done my own version of the walk of shame back to my room.
That was bad. This was worse.
Squeezing my eyelids shut, I leaned back against the wall and sucked in a calming breath. Okay. If I waited a minute or two for my eyes to adjust, I should be able to navigate my way to the door, then out into the well-lit hallway. No need to freak out; I’d crossed this bathroom at least a thousand times. I counted backward from sixty, opened my lids, and swept aside the shower curtain.
Eyes on the prize.
The hallway light beckoned. I kept my gaze laser-focused on it, ignoring the shadows that hovered in my peripheral vision as I stumbled toward the open door. I stuck my head into the hall and looked in both directions. Green-toenail girl was nowhere in sight.
I marched down the long corridor, past a dozen dark, silent rooms. Lights flickered from the TV lounge. I paused in the doorway. One of those 1950s alien invasion movies that Uncle Mel and I used to watch played on the big screen. Smiling at the memory, I stepped into the room and scanned the sofas and chairs for signs of life. The place appeared empty.
Just last week the perky resident assistant had sent out a memo reminding people to turn off the big TV when they were done watching it, part of the university’s green initiatives. I sighed. If Janie found the TV on when she made her rounds in the morning, she’d probably issue another flurry of memos. Picking up the remote from a table, I clicked off the television and turned to head back to my room.
Somebody groaned, and I jumped backward. Who was that? My gaze darted around the room, finally landing on a figure sprawled across a sofa. Guess I should have looked more closely instead of dismissing the lump as a pile of pillows.
“Hi,” I called out.
Another groan.
With halting steps, I approached the sofa. Long, curly red hair spilled across a cushion and partially obscured her face. It had to be Rachel what’s-her-name from down the hall. One night last month, I found her at 2 a.m.—key in hand and reeking of tequila—passed out in the hallway outside her door.
“Hey, Rachel. You need help getting to your room?”
She mumbled her response, the words lost behind the tangle of hair.
“You okay?” I leaned over and brushed the hair back from her pale face. Her eyes fluttered open, and she squinted up at me. Her lips parted and she burped, spewing out a rancid cloud of rumtainted vapor.
“Shit!” I staggered backward, lifting a corner of the towel to hold over my nose.
Rachel’s chest hitched and she retched.
“No, you don’t.” I rolled her on her side, jammed a pillow behind her back, then pulled a small wastebasket close to the sofa, positioning it next to her head.
I was willing to play good Samaritan to keep the girl from choking if she puked, but if she was dead drunk, there was no way I could carry her back to her room. She’d have to sleep it off in the TV lounge.
“You want some water?” I offered.
“Huh-uh.” She shook her head, then raised a hand to her temple, groaning again. I bet the rum was giving her one hell of a headache.
“You sure? How about an aspirin?”
“Wanna sleep,” she slurred.
My conscience clear, I kept watch over her for another few minutes, until her dry heaves subsided, and she drifted off to sleep.
First the green-toenail girl and now Rachel; I don’t usually see this much excitement in the middle of the night.
Must be a full moon.










Author Info
With the publication of Pandemonium, Susanna Strom is branching out into an entirely new variety of romance. Susanna loves to read--and write--stories full of complex characters who find love, hope and connection while navigating through a challenging new world. Pandemonium is her first foray in apocalyptic/dystopian romance, but it definitely won't be her last.
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