Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Lip Sync Battle - Raven Style

Thanks to Cate Masters for hosting me today! It's a pleasure to be here and chatting about my newest release, Raven Pirate Assassin Spy. Before all the basic book hubub I want to talk - LIP SYNC BATTLE.

So, I'm crazy about the show. I fell in love with the idea thanks to Jimmy Fallon, but the show on Spike TV is even better. There have been some great performances. For those not familiar the show pits two celebrities against each other. They get to lip sync two songs and the audience determines the winner based on applause.

After watching about half a dozen videos on Lip Sync Battle's Youtube channel last night I started thinking about my characters and the show. I wondered if my main heroine and hero faced off what songs would they pick... you're about to find out. 

Sorella's tough, doesn't really want help beyond what she asks for. So her first selection would have to be - Aretha Franklin and Annie Lennox's Sisters Are Doin' It For Themselves

Ian Malcolm is a man looking for his freedom. He also believes that dreams can come true if you work hard enough. His first pick would have to be Journey's Don't Stop Believin'

The second round is a bit harder. In this round I think Sorella would keep trying to play tough. She'd want people to know they don't mess with her. Ever. And my girl gets even more worked up at the sight of abuse and those trying to enslave others. Against my recommendations, I even tried to search for another song she wanted- Bodies by Drowning Pool.

For Ian, I think he'd want to woo and nothing says woo like - Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden. My hero is definitely a hopless romantic, even if he'd never admit it.

Who do you think would win? 

Once Upon A Time...

Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she'll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who's too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she's in trouble.

Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales…
Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom's price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can't get to them without Sorella's help. Too bad she's gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.

As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn't plan on... falling in love.

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“I already paid off the police, at least for the moment. Until your cousin offers them more.” The words rolled off her tongue matter-of-factly as if this sort of situation occurred every day. His pants tightened at her words. A woman who feared nothing, who didn’t believe in danger.
“Very generous of you.”
“Hmm?” She stopped playing with her balisong knife and looked at him.
He came toward her, arms open, expecting her to move away from the door and put distance between them. She didn’t. “You protected me at your own expense.”
“I thought you might take my generosity as replacement for me losing the bet.”
Less than six inches separated their bodies. The pulse point at her neck fluttered, her breath shallow. Her knife stilled in her hand, closed, but ready to deploy. She waited for him to make a move.
The distinct possibility existed he’d be dead in the next minute, but her lips were deep red, like cherries he’d eaten in late summer. To leave them untouched would be a crime. “You thought wrong.”
He leaned in. She gasped, and then he kissed her.
She’d been kissed before, but it had merely been her parents’ chaste touches to her cheeks or forehead, and, once, her fiancé had brushed her lips with his. Otherwise, she had remained untouched until now. As he touched the tip of his tongue to her closed mouth, a sinful sensation swamped her body. Gooseflesh broke out underneath her clothes, and little hairs stood up on the back of her neck.
Sorella grabbed the lapels of his coat and opened her mouth. Something carnal took over, an instinct to engage his tongue in some primitive dance. If this was considered uncivilized, she’d gladly abandon society and all its norms.
As fast as the moment began, it ended, and Ian pulled back a few inches. “You taste amazing.”
He did, too; like peppermint, and…. “You taste familiar.” Not as if she’d tasted him before, but somehow the aromatic tang of his mouth and the scent of his breath on an exhale resonated within her. She’d bottle it if she knew how. “Kiss me again.”
“As my captain commands.”

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Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.

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