Something Wicked Comes storming into today bringing more goodies! Day 10 is upon us and I have several great stops and giveaways for you. Please check out all the goodies these bloggers are offering up for your spooking pleasure:
Cambria@CambriaHebert: Heather Hildenbrand
Nora@Noracast Nora Weston: Twelfth Paladin
Karla@ Book Addict J.T. Geissinger: Edge of Oblivion
Mina@Mina Burrows Blogspot: Kresley Cole: Poison Princess
Corina@Pink Fluffy Heart: The Den of Shadows Quartet by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Today I bring to you werewolves! Not the traditional fierce creatures that transform on the full moon and run uninhibited. I have a new fresh take on werewolves courtesy of Heather Hildenbrand author of the Dirty Blood Series. I have Heather here today to tell you all about what scares her. I personally find these lists fascinating and I am surprised at how often clowns pop up on these lists. What is it with clowns anyway? Alright, enough of my musing her is a little bit about Heather:
Author of Across the Galaxy, Whisper, and the Dirty Blood series. I write, read, and fuss at my kids. Oh, and I do laundry, lots of laundry. I'm pretty good at it, too. Sometimes I even read WHILE doing laundry - and fussing at my kids. I'm a multi-tasker.
For more information on my books, release dates, or just general stalker material, um, I mean FAN material, visit my website. I love hearing from readers!
Likes and dislikes? I love vintage tees, hate socks with sandals, and if my house was on fire the one thing I'd grab is my DVR player!
Now here is Heather on what scares her:
Top 5 things that scare me:
(Disclaimer: I realize I make myself vulnerable by sharing this information. Should any of you try to use it against me later, I will totally ninja-chop your leg off.)
1. SLUGS – This may be my all-time, biggest, (most irrational) fear. It’s ridiculous (and utterly hilarious to my husband when I freak out at the sight of one) but it’s there. I think it comes from the fact that when I was a toddler, I picked one up and—are you ready for this????—put it IN MY MOUTH!!!! Ahhh, so gross!!!!! *gags* *dry heaves* I think I was trying to eat it but my mom made me spit it out. Thank you, Mother, but maybe next time get there BEFORE the thing touches my tongue. Though I have no recollection of the memory, just the KNOWLEDGE that it happened is enough to skeeve me out every single time I think about it. And now I don’t trust the slugs. Maybe I’m blaming them instead of taking responsibility for the actions that got me here. I mean, it was my choice to ingest the thing, not his. (ohmygawsh, do you think it was a guy-slug? Or a girl? Aren’t slugs asexual? Whatever.) Maybe I should turn the fear on the really unpredictable one here, maybe be afraid of myself. Either way, whenever I see one, I scream and do a weird, jerking move that closely resembles the pee-pee dance and run away. Or hide behind someone. Or stare down the slug, trying to intimidate it. Because slugs are fast when you’re not looking. And they’re sneaky. And they’re always plotting ways to touch you. *shudders.*
Because of my fear and constant vigilance, my friends decided to help me out in being prepared this slug season. I am now officially a Slug Hunter with slug-hunting ammo that is way fancier than regular salt. It is super-slug-killing-salt. Unfortunately, I’m not a very good Slug Hunter. I’m too scared to get close enough to use my special salt on them. #footsoldiersneeded
2. SPIDERS—First, I’m not a total baby. (Yes I am.) I am totally fine with the teeny, tiny ones. In fact, if it’s smaller than my fingernail, I’ll even kill it with my bare hands in a pinch. #badass #ninjaspideykillingskills But those big ones, where you can see their pupils while they stare you down and plot all the ways they’re going to kill you, like jump at your face—THOSE bad boys scare the bejeesus out of me. It doesn’t help that they are everywhere right now, trying to make webs and fill their bellies with bugs before winter. And they like to spin a web right across the walkway from my car to my house. #Deathtrap #watchyourstep I read an article recently that said the world’s bird population is dying and spiders are thriving. I seriously believe the world will be taken over by spiders. We call them Croissantulas in our house, thanks to this awesome
And I am specifically referring to the ones big enough to put your dog in a headlock.
3. LOUD NOISES – This is so irrational it makes me look cray-cray. Ever since I was a little kid, loud noises startle me and then induce sheer, angry panic. I don’t know why. I didn’t put a loud noise in my mouth and try to eat it so there’s really no explanation. It just “is.” The problem is that I live in a big military community. I have TWO military bases within five miles of my house and the jets fly over us constantly. In case you’re wondering, those suckers are loud. Every once in a while, they’ll hit the airstream just right to leave everything rattling in their wake and I have to resist the urge to cover my ears and shut my eyes like my 6 yr old does. #Embarrassing #EspeciallyInTheGroceryStore
Even people yelling without warning will bother me. And I hate it so much, the fear always turns to anger. My kids will be playing and wrestling and one of them will suddenly laugh really loud and I will turn on them like a bi-polar wicked witch and Go. Off. #ActRightBeforeYouGetSmackedRight My outburst always leaves them blinking back at me like, “but we didn’t do anything, Mom. Get it together.” Yeah, kid, I know. Keep it movin’.
4. SCARY MOVIES— This one is pretty normal. I feel better about that. But I’m definitely more of a wuss than your average. I used to watch scary movies when I was younger. Not often, but some. #PeerPressure’sABitch When someone would talk me into it. My first was Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I was eleven. I cried myself to sleep for a month. I still run from chainsaws. (Add that to the list, I guess.) Oh, and if I ever see a guy wearing a flesh-mask, I’ll pee—and then kill myself to make his job easier. Anyway, I didn’t watch anything scary again until I was like sixteen and I saw Scream. I freaking hate that movie. Mostly because everyone else always laughs and says that movie doesn’t even belong in the “scary” category. In other words, I’m a total chickenshit for having to watch it with my feet up on the couch tucked under me (Toes are in danger when a scary movie is on. Flat Stanley could crawl out from under the couch and bite your pinky toe off.), all the lights on, the volume down low enough so the loud screams don’t make me violent, and someone’s arm around me—because even though the couch is backed up to the wall, some big, hairy spider could drop down on my shoulder and vampire-bite me to death. Next one I watched: I Know What You Did Last Summer—this one goes in the same category as Scream. Everyone else thought the scare factor was lame-o. Screw that. I thought it was epically terrifying. I didn’t watch another scary movie until The Ring. #DidIMentionPeerPressure’sABitch Bad idea. The girl with her stringy wet hair in her face??? Looks exactly like my daughter when she wanders into my room at night. I can’t tell you how many times I almost wet the bed having to wake up to her standing over me, watching me sleep. You know how weird kids are. I mean, who does that??? And stop being creepy about it!!! Say something!!! (but don’t say “7 days” or I’ll cry.) I’ve also seen bits and pieces of The Shining but only enough that I’m not a loser for never having seen it. Also, I thought Final Destination was scary. And I can’t watch Supernatural because the monsters and ghosts freak me out. Only way I can watch it is if Dean comes over and snuggles me every night. So… it ain’t happening.
5. BURGLARS—This one was a toss-up between burglars and fire. When I was a kid, for some reason, my biggest fear was that my house would catch on fire and we wouldn’t make it out. Which makes no sense considering we lived in a one-story, rang-style with two doors and windows in every room. Plenty of exits. I laid awake nights planning escape if need be.
That fear has since faded and burglars have taken its place. Every little sound my house makes at night accelerates my heart. I constantly live in a mental state of planning when I’m lying down and listening to the pipes creak. I think, okay, what would you do if some stranger walked into your bedroom right now? And then I practice staying calm and reaching for the Maglite below my nightstand. Yes, a Maglite is my weapon of choice. I used to keep a knife between my mattresses but I kept forgetting about it and realized that if I panicked and didn’t remember it was there, it wouldn’t do much good. The Maglite sits out in plain sight so I see it and remember. The planning keeps me ready (I think) so that I will take action instead of lying there to die. Like in the movies. I won’t be “that girl who dies first.” I don’t even have a good scream because doing so would be too loud.
Example of my (totally sane) fear of home invasion: A couple of years ago, my husband was on deployment and he got flown home earlier than expected. He decided to catch a ride with a friend and surprise me. Which means, at ten o’clock at night, he knocked on the front door. And since I wasn’t expecting him, and I was home alone with two kids in bed, I freaked. I tried not answering it but he just kept knocking and ringing the bell until finally all I could think was, if this stranger wakes up my kids, he’s putting them back to sleep! So, what did I do? I grabbed our biggest, shiniest kitchen knife and answered the door, knife-point first. He blinked at me and I stared back at him. It took me a full minute to realize who he was because I was expecting someone with a crow-bar and penchant for not showering to bumrush me and go for my big screen. Instead, it was my darling hubs. #Win #NoMagliteNeededThankGod
As you can see, I’m the world’s biggest wuss. I could easily keep going to a top 10 or 15 list but we’ll leave it there since you already know way too much you could use against me if we ever meet. Again, I feel the need to point out that if you try any of these, I will ninja-chop you—or maybe clonk you over the head with my Maglite. Be ready for anything if you panic me.
Well, clowns didn't make Heather's list. Thank you to Heather for providing such an entertaining post! She also comes bringing goodies! For all of you lucky U.S. followers Heather is offering up a signed copy of Dirty Blood along with some swag. Just fill out the Rafflecopter to enter after you snooze over the Contest Policies. Now for all my wonderful International followers, don't despair, Heather has Dirty Blood listed for free right now on Amazon, so get your copy. I have a fantastic International giveaway for you all tomorrow as well! Be sure to visit Heather on her blog, Facebook, twitter and Goodreads or email. Books two and three are also currently available.a Rafflecopter giveaway
Here is my review:
Dirty Blood (Dirty Blood #1) by Heather Hildenbrand
I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted – and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a girl again. That’s about the time I went into shock… And that was the moment he showed up. Now, all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One, Werewolves do exist. And Two, I was born to kill them.
Paperback, 288 pages
Published April 28th 2011 by Accendo Press.
Tara is at the end of a miserable date. Her best friend and now boyfriend, George, put football ahead of their relationship so Tara ends it. Unfortunately, breaking up while out on a date means she doesn't have a ride home. It is February and the wind whips icy cold around her as she scurries down the deserted alley to the bus stop, trying to shorten her time in the frosty night. Unexpectedly, a figure darts out and stares down Tara. It is a girl, and the look on her face is deadly cold. Then she bursts into a large wolf and attacks. Tara instinctively dodges the sharp, snapping teeth. In a moment of last ditch desperation she clutches a metal pipe. She thrusts it up, expecting to meet her death, but instead the pipe connects sharply against the wolf's head and it collapses. Tara stands dazed and confused. Is she going crazy? Did a girl really just turn into a wolf an attack her? A handsome and mysterious boy suddenly turns up and assesses the situation. He offers to help, and for some inexplicable reason Tara trusts him. The next day her memory is fuzzy, but when the boy shows up in her room and tells her some shocking news, Tara knows her life will never be the same again.....
What I Liked:
- I liked that Ms. Hildenbrand brings us a new take on Werewolves. They are not the fearsome creatures that are turned by a werewolf bite. Instead they are born and can shift at will, and not only on the full moon. They have other surprising abilities as well, but I won't impart them all to you and spoil it. Along with the fresh werwolf lore, there are the Hunters. The natural enemies of the werewolf. They are humans born with increased speed and fighting ability and they are able to take down the werewolves. I liked this new vision of werewolves and their natural born enemies, the Hunters.
- I enjoyed watching Tara grow. She starts out like any other ordinary teenage girl, until the unexpected attack in the alley, and then she learns she is a Hunter. Soon she is plunged into the dangerous world of Hunter vs. Werewolf politics and finds that danger is lurking around every corner. Instead of being terrified, she immediately steps up and learns to defend herself. Granted her transformation isn't immediate as she has a lot to learn before she is an experienced fighter, but that doesn't stop her from jumping into the fight. I like that she is stubborn and fierce and she definitely has a fiery streak about her, yet she is still fragile and she has a long way to go. I expect she will continue to grow into a strong and capable Hunter.
- Wes, he is just wonderful, but complex as well. He is a werewolf and he has own set of secrets. He is strong, protective and at times a complete mystery, but by the end I totally loved him!
- I am on a streak with awesome grandparents lately. I loved that Grandma came striding on the scene with a few tricks up her sleeve, and kicked some butt! She even drives a Hummer! I am loving meeting all this active, kick butt older folks!
- For all of you who shy away from indie authors, I assure you that you can pick up this book and be confident in that you will get a good, strong story that has great characters and it is polished and edited. Don't miss this one!
- I certainly appreciated that this book has a nice resolution and there is not a love triangle!
And The Not So Much:
- I felt that there could have been a bit more detail on the werewolves and hunters. I wanted to know more about all of their abilities and such. Ms. Hildebrand does a good job changing things up, everything you know about werewolves goes out the window in this one. If they are born werewolves where did they come from, and the same goes for the Hunters? I am certain there will be further answers in the following books.
- I was bothered a bit at times by how clueless Tara seemed. When she is first introduced to the Hunter/Werewolves she learns that for her to be a Hunter she had to inherit it from one of her parents. Yet, she didn't put the pieces together and start questioning where her Hunter DNA came from. All signs were pointing at one of her parents and I thought it took her way too long to figure it all out.
- I was a bit frustrated with her mother. She tends to fall into the typical YA pattern of being an absentee parent until the end. I thought for sure that she was going to be involved once Tara started getting pulled into the Hunter/Werewolf world, but alas she is pretty much out of the picture. I guess I found it hard to believe that she wouldn't notice the scratches and strange behavior of her daughter especially since she was supposedly paranoid and overprotective. Only one text message in the middle of the night when Tara didn't come home was unbelievable.
Dirty Blood plunges you into the conflicted relationship between Werewolves and Hunters as you follow the story of a young girl uncovering her heritage while she loses her heart to a handsome werewolf. If you are looking for a good solid indie read pick this one up! It is a winner!
"I inhaled the scent of crisp leather, from where his arm hung in the air by my face; it was mixed with a dried-leaf and pine smell that could only ever be Wes and made me thing of sunshine on bare skin."
"His kiss was soft at first but his touch brought with it a heat that I'd never felt before. It radiated out and spread into the rest of my body, like wildfire. He tasted like apple cider and the woods in summer, and all I could think was that I'd never tasted anything so delicious."
"Just like any other high school dance, the theme was 'crepe paper in the gym', so it was hard to be impressed."
I purchased a copy of this book. All opinions expressed are my own and I was not compensated in any way for this review.
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