Amazon Review

I received my first review on Amazon 4 stars.  Couldn't put it down.  Wow!!!  It's so cool.   Check it out--


http://www.amazon.com/Demons-Granite-Rock-Kara-Lovell/product-reviews/1432769154/ref=sr_1_1_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1      

Demons of Granite Rock

I was chosen for top 10 books of the month by my publisher.  WOW!!  So Cool.

A little bit about me.

I've always wanted to write since it was in the 3rd grade where I began with poetry and silly short stories about  the travels of a dollar bill or Jerry the Alien.  When people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up it was always a writer. 

When I was in high school I was encouraged by all my English teacher's to take creative writing classes.  I decided that would be a great idea.  It was there that I published my first poems in the Salt Lake Tribune.  I won the Quill and Scroll award for being in the Expressions Magazine and my published works and then a Scholarship to the then Ricks College in Idaho.

Marriage and three children interrupted my dream.  But I wouldn't change that decision for the world.  I was finally able to work on my writing as my children moved out onto their own.  

I've written 4 novels and I have 2 more I am working on.  Demons of Granite Rock is my first published novel.  

I live in Salt Lake City Utah with my husband, my two sons and with regular visits from my daughter, son-in-law and my granddaughter.

One other thing I am an author not necessarily a blogger, still working on that so excuse the newness of my blog.  I'm in the process of upgrades but this is still pretty new to me.  Let's just say I'm under construction and leave it at that.

Well, enough about me onto the good stuff.

Here is the synopsis of my new book Demons of Granite Rock.  It is a paranormal romance with some horror thrown in just for fun.

I’m Mark Campbell—a ghost without hope…     

     Barker and his minions have taken over the small town of Granite Rock, Utah and the founder’s are in danger of more than just losing their town.  

     Emily Stewart, one of the founder’s daughter’s goes undercover trying to destroy the threat that has taken over.  But Barker begins to suspect her and closes in.

     That’s when J.C., the mystical ghost leader calls me in—however, I’m no ordinary ghost.  I’m brave.  I’m strong….  But I’m a little crazy and I have my own demons to conquer.  I don’t know there are worse things than my voices—demons of the mind.  Even my betrayed past, my inability to trust is nothing compared to what is residing there.  These are demons you can slather with jelly and they will still taste foul.

     I am about to find there are things… things that go slithery-kerthumpity bump in the night and things that suck your soul dry during the day.  

     And there is also the girl, Emily, who needs my help.  For her I will do anything, stand up to anything, brave anything.

    So, again and again I try to defeat the evil Barker but he’s a demon and he seems to be able to best even a ghost.  Can I learn to trust?  Should I let my own demons take over my mind to save Emily, the founder’s, and the town?  And will my demons release me when it’s over?  

 

And an except:

 

Saying the darkness of the night deepened when I pulled into Granite Rock would be like saying, “dancing with a half truth” was the same as “grinding with a lie”.  Entering the limits of the town I left the strange silence and the sneaking away of the day and slammed into something so hard and absent that it made the sign and the desert seem like a casual drive on a breezy afternoon.

     The night of Granite Rock was a hole filled with absence, the absence of even the darkness of night.  The normalcy of the night didn’t exist here it had been ripped away, leaving a swarming dank murkiness around and between it--a deep, blank nothingness.

     You could barely make out the stark face of the angry moon as it tore its way through the veil of bad tempered gloom and the stars desperate and haunting whispered into the dead night.  And dead it was.

 

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Kindle and Amazon are on board

I am now on Amazon and Kindle.  Demons of Granite Rock is 500 pages of demented demons, lost love, betrayal, crazy cults, new found love and a fence that won't give up and go down.  When it finally does the town turns upside down and Mark finds an evil that is impossible to destroy.  Pick up your copy on Kindle for only .99 cents today! 

On getting published

I am now on B&N.com.  Still waiting on Amazon and Kindle.  Then I need to add Nook.  But I'm getting there. This has been a huge process and project.  Probably 5 years in the making.  I hope you all enjoy it.  It will be on Goodreads soon and when it's on Kindle it will be available for $.99.  Order a copy you're only out a buck.

Love you and happy reading.

Demon Hunter, Demon Prey

Finished proofs for Demons of Granite Rock.  Now working on my new book Demon Hunter, Demon Prey.  Here's an excerpt from my newest and 5th book.

 

     Ethan felt dazed by her.  She was so beautiful.  She wasn’t full and round like Stephie was, hers was more a slim, sleek beauty, with a girl next door appeal.  But he suspected unleashed she would be wild, hard to tame.  He’d always loved a challenge.

     He wanted to kiss each of those delicate freckles that ran across her nose.  Then lower his lips to hers and explore her pink lips with his tongue.  It fact he wanted to explore every part of her, discover her.  He couldn’t help the brush he gave to those round cheeks with the sprinkle of freckles.

     She wouldn’t mind, they never did.  But the blush that crept up her cheeks flushing them with bright color surprised and delighted him.  She was delicious and he was confused when she didn’t respond other than the blush.  Did she think him forward?  They never did.  But she was different.  He backed out of the market and turned to leave.  He was at his car when she ran after him.  Now that was more what he was used to.

     “Wait…”  She called.  “You forgot your change.”  Ethan stopped turning his hand on the door of the Mustang.  She wondered vaguely where Jason had taken off to.  You rarely saw one without the other.

     Ethan’s mouth twitched at the corner and he said, “Someone honest?” 

     She drew up to him panting and ignoring his comment she asked, “Where’s Jason?”

      “I’m not enough for you.”  He raised a perfect brow over those expensive, dark glasses.  How they annoyed her.  She couldn’t read him; his mood with them on.  In the market he’d seemed, gentle, sweet, considerate and now he was being sarcastic.  Or was he?  She couldn’t tell.

     “You always wear those damned shades.”

     “Yeah, always.”

     “Why you afraid to look people in the eye?”

     “I’m not afraid of anything.  Except sensitive eyes.”  He said both brows rising at her.

     She felt immediately ashamed.  “Oh…  Sorry.”

     “Don’t be you didn’t cause it.”  He said his voice soft, low, erotic.

     “Who did?”

     ‘Who said it was a someone?”

      “No one…  I just assumed from your answer that someone caused it.”

     “Birth.”  He said casually as if it didn’t matter.

     She knew he was lying but why?  “Can you remove them at night?”

     “Depends on the night.”

     “I would like to be there for that.”

     “At night I remove not just my glasses.”  He grinned.

     “That’s not what I meant.  I meant…  I would love to see your eyes when you…”

     “When I go to bed?”

     “No… I..I”

     Maybe I’d like that too.  Or we could make it your place.  I’d like to see that.  Solve our curiosities at once.  And there are other curiosities to consider.  Some are more enticing then others I must say.”  Beth handed over the ten without another word.  She couldn’t think of one.

     “Keep it.  You earned it.”  He said, his voice a low rumble.  

     “Why you…  You animal…”

     “I can be.  But I think you have one inside of you too.  Want to bring them out to play?”

     He was leaning so casually against that damned mustang, his legs crossed at the ankles his arms crossed across his delicious chest.

     “Why you…  You beast.”

      “Exactly.”  He grinned and she knew it was more than just sarcasm, this time it was sexual arousal, hers.  She knew he could sense it within her.  She wadded up the ten and rushed him, her hands in fists ready to pelt him.  But it was as if he willed them to stay at her sides.  She couldn’t raise them.  She couldn’t hit him.

     He slowly uncrossed his arms and ran those sensual hands up the bare flesh on her arms.  It was as if it were instinctual.  He rested his palms on her shoulders and drew her to him.  She tried to push him away but instead she gulped in his cologne, his masculine scent—that smell that was more than just his cologne or the outdoors, or that of a new car.  It was his scent and his alone and it was indescribable.  It was pure man, pure sex.

     “Ja… Jason…” She stumbled.

     “He won’t bother us.  He’s gone to check on Stephie.”

     “What were you…”

     “Waiting for you.”

     “You knew I would come?”

     “Of course… They…”

     “All do?”  She asked furiously.  “I only brought you your money she dropped it at his feet—even as her arms wouldn’t move, even as her body stayed stubbornly against his.  She said.  “I’m not like all the rest.”

     “Of course not.  You are special.”  He continued to hold her to him, ignoring the ten that lay between them on the ground.  His breath stroked her cheek as he spoke.

     “Shut up.”  She snarled, trying to pull free.  He held her by the shoulders and she wanted to give up, move into him, lay her cheek on his chest and listen for his heart beneath that black t-shirt and all that muscle.  Would it be pounding as hers was?

     “And kiss you?”  He asked as his hands moved to wrap around her waist and jerk her against him, tighter still and she didn’t protest.”  How could she when this was what she’d chased him down for.  What she now desired.  The only thing better would be to have him inside her.

     He lowered his lips to hers.  He sought them with an edge that was the most sensual kiss she’d ever had, granted she’d not had many.  Demons were rough and mean.  His kiss was rough with a crazed fever.  A lethal passion but with a gentleness that took her breath away.

     She tried to gasp and pull away but he parted her lips with his tongue and tortured her mouth deliciously.  She’d never felt anything like it.  He held her with one hand and turned her until she was against the car, trapped between his wonderful weight and the metal of the mustang.  He lowered his kiss to her neck and suckled the beat at the base of her throat.

     Even though it was gentle and felt like nothing she’d felt before…  And she knew this was what she needed… wanted…  She must kill him and it gave her the will to push him from her.

     “Stop.”  She growled her breath heady, her breathing labored.

     “Stop?”  Ethan asked.  “Are you sure?”  He nipped at her bottom lip playfully.

     No, never.  “Yes.”  She said, pushing him away from her more forcefully.

     “Really?”  Ethan said, it was obvious he had never heard the word no from a woman at least not since he’d become what he was…

     “What was your plan to do it up against the car?”  She asked.  Disgusted more with herself than with him.  He couldn’t help that he was a sex magnet.  She should have known better.

     Ethan was still puzzled and unsure of her answer.  She didn’t look serious, the pupils of her eyes were still dilated, her breasts were still puckered, her lips moist from his kiss, which she hadn’t wiped angrily away.  He pulled her tightly against him again and lowered his lips to the side of her neck, moving his way back to the hollow and …She pushed him away again.  “You’re serious?”  He asked.

     “As a snake bite.”  She looked at him anger flaring in her eyes as she bent back from him.  The car stopped her from stepping away from him.  Instead he moved back.

     “Why?  What did I do?  You don’t like the neck thing okay we don’t have to neck.”  And he couldn’t believe he was saying it.  “Necking is for teens anyway.  We can just get serious with it.”  He took a lithe step back toward her.

    Beth placed a hand on his hard, toned chest hating herself for denying her own desires.  “No.  I mean it.  I’m not one of your girls.  I just wanted to give you your change and I was curious about your sunglasses; that was all.

     “If that was all you wouldn’t have kissed me like there was more.”  Ethan grinned.  He knew better.  His demon senses kicking in telling him the truth about her, her needs and wants.

     “It was a mistake, now let me pass.  I have work to do.”

     Ethan uneasily stepped aside.  Was he losing the one thing he’d gained?  Confused and more attracted to her than he’d been before—than he’d ever been to anyone.  He let her go.

     She brushed by him and he smelled her essence, it was more attractive than any other woman he’d had.  It called to him and enticed him.  He nearly grabbed her and forced her into the Mustang locking her in with him to stay naked for hours.  But she’d made herself clear and he was no rapist.  Besides he had things to do before sunset.  He didn’t have time to pursue now.  But pursue he would of that he was sure and he would have her.  This he promised himself.

Demons of Granite Rock- Chapter 27

Received corrected proofs on Monday.  Looking good.  Here's another except:

After it was all over I was positive I had been told exactly what to say and do down to the very inflection in my voice. It was like she was there guiding me through it. Later I would wish her help, her love, her life force back again and be so very disappointed. But at that moment in time she was there helping me through it. And well, let’s face it she knew me better than anyone ever had.  She knew my lack of patience especially with idiots and she was just hanging out anyway so why not? She knew my saying about these set of circumstances,
“Take an idiot, place them into an uncomfortable situation, why it should be so uncomfortable for them I don’t know, and it just adds to their stupidity.  And it increases their idiocy quotient by 75%. Their idiocy quotient causes them to say the most idiotic comments. And my patience with idiots and their comments was about a 30 on a scale of 1-100 and in times of stress it was even lower.”
Who else knew that but her? Who else could persuade me into being civil? Only her. Or perhaps she lost her patience and guided me from my muffled, mind-numbing Uunhhh. Huhhs… And instead into words and actions, which was more like me.
The room was dark, though light streamed through the windows, everything was dark. Black. Cruel.

Demons of Granite Rock

Well,  I received my galley proofs for my book on Thursday and I'm going through them, making corrections and I notice there are a lot of spacing errors.  (No space after a ? mark or a period or quotations...")  I thought man I made a lot of errors.  But no.  I checked the manuscript I submitted to them and I didn't make those errors.  I had it right.  I'm sooo frustrated.
     I sent it back to them and told them to fix it then I'll do my corrections.  I'm really angry.  Upset.  I'm anxious to move of to the next phase and yet I can't. Arrrgh... having a really bad day.  I want to be able to control it an yet like my book says:

Youth always feels there is some control over life.  When the truth is:  Life controls us all.  Control is a mockery.

Even though I'm not as young as I used to be I still feel this way sometimes. 

Well.... XOXOXOX

Demons of Granite Rock - Chapter 8

     Saying the darkness of the night deepened when I pulled into Granite Rock would be like saying, “dancing with a half truth” was the same as “grinding with a lie”.  Entering the limits of the town I left the strange silence and the sneaking away of the day and slammed into something so hard and absent that it made the sign and the desert seem like a casual drive on a breezy afternoon.

     The night of Granite Rock was a hole filled with absence, the absence of even the darkness of night.  The normalcy of the night didn’t exist here it had been ripped away, leaving a swarming dank murkiness around and between it--a deep, blank nothingness.

     You could barely make out the stark face of the angry moon as it tore its way through the veil of bad tempered gloom and the stars desperate and haunting whispered into the dead night.  And dead it was.

Demons of Granite Rock - synopsis

I’m Mark Campbell—a ghost without hope…     

     Barker and his minions have taken over the small town of Granite Rock, Utah and the founder’s are in danger of more than just losing their town.  

     Emily Stewart, one of the founder’s daughter’s goes undercover trying to destroy the threat that has taken over.  But Barker begins to suspect her and closes in.

     That’s when J.C., the mystical ghost leader calls me in—however, I’m no ordinary ghost.  I’m brave.  I’m strong….  But I’m a little crazy and I have my own demons to conquer.  I don’t know there are worse things than my voices—demons of the mind.  Even my betrayed past, my inability to trust is nothing compared to what is residing there.  These are demons you can slather with jelly and they will still taste foul.

     I am about to find there are things… things that go slithery-kerthumpity bump in the night and things that suck your soul dry during the day.  

     And there is also the girl, Emily, who needs my help.  For her I will do anything, stand up to anything, brave anything.

    So, again and again I try to defeat the evil Barker but he’s a demon and he seems to be able to best even a ghost.  Can I learn to trust?  Should I let my own demons take over my mind to save Emily, the founder’s, and the town?  And will my demons release me when it’s over?