Friday, October 28, 2011

Favorite Quote Friday #9

It's Friday again!  Woohoo!  I hope you had a good week!  Mine was hectic and productive and fun.  :-)  The temperatures dropped here.  Finally!  It's a lovely gray, crisp, cool day.  (I love gray days!)  Definitely jacket weather.  We had some rain yesterday.  Not nearly enough to end the drought, but every little bit helps.  The mosquitoes are horrible, making it difficult to spend much time outdoors.  And a new nocturnal friend visited my backyard:  an adorable little skunk.  Fortunately, I have no pets with which it could tangle.  :-)


Before I get to today's quote, I just wanted to remind you I'm giving away a signed copy of Darkness Dawns + Immortal Guardians swag at Ramblings From This Chick.


Also, Roland and Sarah, the hero and heroine from Darkness Dawns, will be interviewed about vampires tomorrow (October 29th) by Sheldon, Richart's Second, over at Reading Between the Wines Book Club, who is hosting a fantastic Halloween event:  Creatures That Go Bump in the Night.  Drop by and enter to win a signed copy of Darkness Dawns + Immortal Guardians swag.

An now on to Favorite Quote Friday.   For today's selection, I've decided to take a narrative quote from Night Reigns as told from Marcus's perspective: 

He needed to take a vamp into custody so they could interrogate him and bring this uprising to an end, but . . . when he heard Ami cry out in pain, he went a little Medieval Maddened Immortal on their asses.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Dianne

Monday, October 24, 2011

News, Reviews, Character Interviews, and Immortal Guardians Music Monday

Happy Monday! Wow, that's something I never thought I'd say. I've never been particularly fond of Mondays. But I have lots of good news to share.

Reviews
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First, my editor sent me two awesome reviews for Night Reigns:

"Duvall’s follow-up to 2010’s Darkness Dawns crackles with energy, originality, and a memorable take-no-prisoners heroine…Whizzing along at light speed while neatly incorporating components from the series start, this sophomore effort sizzles." 
~ Publishers Weekly

4.5 stars, Top Pick
"The promise shown in the launch book of Duvall’s terrific Immortal Guardians series proves quite justified in this action-packed sequel. All the previous players are back and there’s more mystery in their world. This blend of kick-butt action, intriguing plot twists and heartfelt passion is utterly addictive! Talented Duvall has carved out a solid place for herself in the paranormal genre."
~ RT Reviews

Darkness Dawns also received another good review:

"Darkness Dawns is a strong paranormal story with an intriguing cast of characters."
 Romance Novel News

News and Contests 
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 I also have some contests to announce.


I'm giving away a signed copy of Darkness Dawns + Immortal Guardians swag over at Ramblings From This Chick on October 26th.


I'm also participating in Reading Between the Wines' big Creatures That Go Bump In The Night event and will be giving away a signed copy of Darkness Dawns + Immortal Guardians swag on October 29th.  The subject:  Vampires.   I, however, won't be doing the talking this time.  Roland and Sarah will when they are interviewed by Sheldon, Richart's Second.  Enjoy!

Immortal Guardians Music Monday
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It's time for another installment of Immortal Guardians Music Monday!  Today's selection is taken from Night Reigns and is performed by the Andrews Sisters:  "Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen."  I think if I tell you the context, it might give too much away, so I'll let you guess.  Enjoy!



Have a fabulous week!

Dianne

Friday, October 21, 2011

Night Reigns Excerpt

Happy Friday!  Wow!  This week really flew past.  I'm feeling much better.  Thank you, everyone, for the well wishes.  :-)  I've had some really good writing days and am excited about the changes taking place in the Immortal Guardians' world.  I sent out more Night Reigns ARCs to reviewers and am making real progress planning my blog tour. 

So, today I thought I'd take a break from Favorite Quote Friday and give you an excerpt from Night Reigns.  Here are the first few pages.  I hope you enjoy them!
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It was not the cool breeze that made the hairs on the back of Ami's neck rise, but the low bestial growl that accompanied it.

She froze, one arm extended in front of her, fingers tightening on the DVD case poised half-in half-out of the movie rental Quick Drop slot. Gooseflesh broke out on her arms. Adrenaline surged through her veins and sped her pulse.

Swiveling to face the source of that disturbing warning, she surveyed the parking lot behind her and found it empty save her shiny black Tesla Roadster. Orange and brown leaves swirled and tumbled across patched black asphalt that still glistened in places from a midnight shower. Whole Foods, Blockbuster, and the other businesses in the strip mall had long since closed for the night.

She glanced to her right. East Franklin Street was deserted . . . as it should be. Chapel Hill, NC, was a college town. At roughly 3:20 on a Sunday night (or Monday morning), students and professors would be snug in their beds, catching Z's in preparation for an early start to the work or school week.

Ami relaxed her death grip on the DVD and let it thunk down atop the myriad of other movies and games that had been returned. She took a step toward her car. The growl sounded once more, seeming to buffet her and ruffle her bangs alongside the northerly wind. Deep and full of menace, it was not the complaint of some irritable house pet left too long in the elements. No dog produced this rumbling. Something larger did, bringing it closer in tone and texture to that of a lion or a tiger.

Another growl answered it, not as impressive as the first, but nevertheless disturbing. Then another. And another. And another. Frowning, Ami reached into her jacket, withdrew the Glock 9mm Seth insisted she always carry, and approached Franklin Street with caution.

It definitely came from the north. Not from the darkened businesses across the street, but from the bike trail to their right that veered left into the trees behind them. A snarling infused with such violence and fury one might think a lion were battling a pack of wolves.

Just as she reached the edge of the parking lot, odd shick, ting, and clang noises joined the fray.

Ami darted across the street and raced down the bike path. Tall trees formed spires on her right. A small meadow with a radio tower lay on her left, but soon surrendered to forest. When it did, Ami slowed to a brisk walk and entered the denser shadows. Her heart pounded. The babbling of a brook she couldn't see teased her ears.

Ten or fifteen yards in, she left the path, headed into the trees, and began wading through the undergrowth. Fortunately, it had rained earlier. The autumn leaves beneath the canopy were still damp and muffled her footsteps.

Up ahead, small lights flickered like fireflies. Amber. Green. Blue. Silver. Sometimes individually. Sometimes in pairs. Moving and shifting. The length of time they remained visible varying.

Ami swallowed hard and questioned her sanity as she came to an area where the trees thinned. She paused, concealed by the denser foliage on the perimeter.

Ahead, too small to be called a clearing, lay a patch of land the size of a two-car garage that just happened to be treeless. In its center, a fantastical scene unfolded that — for many — would defy belief.

The flickering lights she had spied swam in and out of focus as the faces that housed them moved so quickly to and fro that they blurred. Men, who were clearly more than mortal men, engaged in a surreal battle that resurrected her first description: a lion facing down a wolf pack.

The lion — a dark, menacing figure in the center of the storm — bore glowing amber eyes and long black hair that floated around his head like tendrils of smoke as he spun, fought, and slashed at his attackers with a speed that brought to mind the Tasmanian Devil in the Warner Brothers cartoons Darnell had shown her.

Immortal Guardian.

No other creature could move so swiftly.

The pack of wolves — growling and snapping like their namesakes — also bore glowing eyes, theirs green, blue, and silver. Though they all, like the immortal, were garbed in midnight hues, their hair varied. Blond. Brunet. Auburn. Long. Short. Shaved. Spiked. Pulled back in a ponytail. They, too, moved faster than humans ever could, darting in and striking at the immortal with indistinct motions, then leaping back and pausing to gauge the damage and let their comrades have a shot, their blades dripping crimson liquid.

Vampires.

Though they couldn't match their enemy's speed and strength, the vampires outnumbered the immortal . . . eight to one as best as she could count. Ami could only make out individual features when the vampires paused between strikes.

She discerned none of the immortal's features because he remained in continuous motion, his swords or sais or whatever blades he wielded defending him from assaults on all sides.

Ami reached into her left pocket, palm sweating, and pulled out a cylindrical aluminum silencer that was longer than the Glock itself. Keeping her gaze on the conflict before her, she screwed it onto the barrel. The top-of-the-line suppressor would reduce the explosive expulsion of each hollow-point bullet to a mere click that would not rouse residents slumbering in the houses and townhouses beyond the trees.

Raising the Glock with her right hand, she supported it with her left and waited.

A blur of movement solidified into a blond vampire who halted — aqua eyes gleaming, bowie knives dripping — on the fringes of the pack.

Ami fired twice.

Blood sprayed from his carotid and femoral arteries. Dropping his weapons, the vampire emitted a garbled croak and clamped his hands to his neck in an attempt to cease the gush of his life's blood.

A vampire with shaggy brown hair appeared next to him.

Ami fired thrice more, striking the new vamp in his carotid, branchial, and femoral arteries.

All six remaining vampires stilled and glanced at their injured colleagues, who sank to their knees as they bled out faster than the virus that infected them could heal.

The Immortal Guardian paused and unerringly met Ami's gaze.

For one split second, her heart stopped and everything around her fell away, out of focus, a dark void. All but the immortal.

His hair settled on his shoulders and tumbled halfway down his back and chest in wild disarray, concealing much of his face. His eyes, viewed through the tangles, glowed a vibrant amber beneath raven brows. Dark stubble covered a strong jaw spattered with spots and streaks of scarlet. His full lips parted, emitting great gasping breaths interspersed with the rumblings of a lion, and displayed white, glinting fangs.

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It was, perhaps, one of the oddest moments of Marcus's existence.

Well, odd may not be the correct word. Vampires still moving in packs larger than twos or threes was odd. Vampires remaining lucid enough to organize the ambush he had plunged into was odd. At least, it had been up until a year and a half ago.

This . . .

This was surprising.

And very little surprised Marcus.

Panting, losing blood from dozens of cuts and gashes that had not had time to heal before more were inflicted, he stared at the instigator of this fortuitous pause.

He had expected to see a Second decked out in black vampire-hunting togs. Instead, his fascinated gaze landed upon a sweet, undeniably feminine face with a halo of bright orange curls. Wide green eyes as vivid as emeralds peered out of concealing foliage and met his.

She was pretty. And small. And seemed to radiate innocence. Were it not for the weapon extended before her, he would wonder if he weren't imagining her.

Who was she? What was she doing here?

The clothing she wore labeled her a civilian — snug jeans, loose sweater, dark jacket — so why wasn't she screaming? Why didn't she shoot him? Why was she helping him instead of fleeing or firing at them all?

Marcus lacked the time to speculate further. He sensed the instant the six remaining vampires located the petite assassin and drew back his arm.
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Have a wonderful weekend!

Dianne

Friday, October 14, 2011

Favorite Quote Friday #8

Happy Friday!  How was your week?  Mine started out well, then took a nosedive.  I came down with a cold and have been feeling pretty miserable ever since.  I'm going to see if I can stop coughing long enough to get some rest this weekend.  I hope all of my follower friends are well!

Since the release is only 52 days away -- woohoo! -- I took today's Favorite Quote Friday selection from Night Reigns again.  For those of you who haven't read Darkness Dawns, David is the second oldest and second most powerful immortal on the planet.  He's also usually the most even-tempered of the bunch . . .  until he sees several of the immortals doing something that makes him stop short and bellow:  

"I can't leave you children alone for five minutes!"
~ David ~ 
 
Poor David.  Poor immortals.  I don't think it's wise to rouse David's wrath.  :-)
 
Have a happy, healthy, fun-filled weekend!

Dianne

Friday, October 7, 2011

Favorite Quote Friday #7

Happy Friday!   Did you have a good week?  Mine was even busier than last week.  This weekend I'm going to meet with the producer/director of the film project I'm working on (post-production) to see what he thinks of what I've done so far.  I'm pleased with it and hope he will be, too.  I think it looks really good.

I also confirmed yet again this week that I have a very warped sense of humor.  :-)  I wrote a scene in Book 3 that cracked me up and made my husband shake his head and say with mock-disgust (after he finished laughing himself), "You romance writers are sick."  Needless to say it was fight scene-oriented.  ;-)

I took today's Favorite Quote Friday selection from Night Reigns again.  (Less than 60 days until its release!  I can't wait!)  It's spoken from the hero to the heroine: 

"You make me burn.  And I've been cold for so long."
~ Marcus ~ 
 
Have a fantastic weekend!

Dianne

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

And the winner is . . .

Hi, all!  I'm just taking a break from work and writing to announce the winner of the autographed copy of Darkness Dawns + Immortal Guardians swag I'm giving away in a contest at The Season
And the winner is . . .

Julie K.!

Congratulations!!!! 
I'll get your package in the mail.  :-)