Saturday, June 29, 2013

Blog Tour - Bait - KC Blake

She wants revenge.

At sixteen, Bay-Lee is not your typical girl. The last thing she wants is to be popular, to be noticed, so she never raises her hand in class. She doesn’t participate in extra-curricular activities and purposely puts the wrong answers on tests in order to keep her solid C point average. Her classmates have no clue who she really is, Van Helsing’s daughter. They don’t know she’s on the run, hiding from monsters that want to kill her before she can turn into a great hunter. They’re afraid of her... and they should be because she plans to be the best hunter the world has ever seen. As soon as she is finished with her training, she’s going to track and kill the werewolf pack responsible for tearing her mother to shreds, and nothing is going to get in her way. 

He wants redemption.

At twenty, Nick is a rock star slash vampire hunter, personally trained by Van Helsing. He was unofficially adopted by the man and lives in his castle when not touring with his band, Bad-Rock. Years ago his fate was sealed by a fortune teller. She shouted a prophecy for everyone (including his parents) to hear, a prophecy that has haunted him to this day. Even his closest friends wonder if it could be true. Will he become evil and open the doorway to the Spirit Realm, allowing monsters to kill off the human race? 

They both want love...

Bay-Lee thinks the last thing she needs is to fall in love, and Nick doesn’t think he’s capable of loving anyone. When they meet, it is hate at first sight. Nick seems determined to ruin her plan for justice. He volunteers to mentor her. Then he refuses to do the job. Bay-Lee has no idea what Nick’s problem is, but she’s determined to find out because she is certain they have a lot in common. The deep grief and anger in his eyes reflects what is in her heart. She has a feeling they can save each other. The only problem is she can’t have both Nick and her revenge. Which will she choose?

but will they live long enough?

Trouble begins when a reaper uses Bay-Lee’s closet to cross over with a warning. Something is killing hunters on their birthdays. It’s a bad time to attend Van Helsing’s school, but she doesn’t have a choice. Her mother died in front of her eyes. She must have revenge even if it means risking everything including her own life. A student dies. Then another. Nick’s birthday draws closer, and Bay-Lee worries about losing the only boy she’s ever loved. Is she a good enough hunter to stop the monster before it strikes again?

Do you love action? This book has battles using swords, knives, and hand-to-hand. Do you love romance? Nick and Bay-Lee can't keep their hands off each other. Do you love paranormal? There are wraiths, reapers, and border monsters. Do you love your darkness with an edge of humor? This book has some of that too. Do you love YA paranormal fantasy romance? It's all right here. 

The second book in the series, Hunter, will be released at the end of October. Blake’s paranormal romance books include Crushed and Vampires Rule. Other categories for this book include teens books, paranormal romance, paranormal fantasy, urban fantasy, YA paranormal, YA paranormal fantasy romance.


(also available in print)

Twitter:  @kasiblake

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Sunday Safari - Old Tin Mine Road

Greetings from the Hermit-writer.

This is going to be my last safari for the summer. About fried my brain. Doesn't help that I can't get on the mountain until my care-giver relief-pitcher arrives at 9:30. By the time I get out at 10:00 or so...it's hotter than blazes.

June 11 I get a stay back home for a few weeks. Don't know if I'll fuss with carting my camera home for the respite. I might sleep a lot. As in, through the weekends.

So anyway...hope you aren't bored with rocks and cactus, but the relief is, last one for a while.


Leads to the scars of a real mine, worked before I was born.

Because I'm intrigued by geology and history, I look at this alluvial plain and stand in wonder at the flood waters, the contracting and expanding of the bedrock through temperature changes, and the millions of years it took to turn this into miles of stone the size of your head and smaller.

My history kicks in again...this poor desert willow has been dead a hundred years. Still stands tall against the weather. And some rude biker uses it to prove he knows how to change a flat. Very sad.

At mid-day it was hotter than snot out here, and I wasn't alone. (Just to show I"m not the only masochistic fool in Texas.)

This is near the far northern tip of the Franklin Mountains, before it peters into foot hills.

Someone forgot to haul out their trash.

Desert sentinels, eh?

I don't care how many times I look at these mountains, I always take a sigh. Especially, at sunsets. Friends from Colorado may give me a meh about my humble Franklin Mountains, but when you've lived in a state where the average elevation is 17ft. for 30 years, you go home and have a new appreciation for what always just sat there, when you were a kid.

El Paso is unique in Texas. The only major city with a mountain like this in its backyard. Rising from 3800ft in the plain to 7,192ft on North Franklin Peak. (tallest peak in TX...Guadalupe Peak, 8,751...fantastic terrain...out in the middle of no-man's land...was an ancient coral reef. Amazing!)

Some great hunters got plenty of holes in this baby to ensure it wasn't gettin' away.

Many of the same knuckleheads ensured this old water tank from an earlier century didn't escape, too.

Part of the old mine...involved in processing. I can't imagine the heavy metals saturating the gully below. Nothing much grows below still, after a century.

Just to prove again, I wasn't the only one out there in that heat. Dinosaur kin. Have far past proven they can handle climate change in a global sense.

I think the textures in the desert are awesome. (Not like my forests back home...but I enjoy the hike among it all.)

I crossed scores of grated shafts. Some welders got a good paycheck.

Remember that alluvial plain I went on about. Here's the 'headwater'.

Another old cowtank from a previous century...didn't get away from those brave hunters. (Amazing that just 200 years ago this area was a much wetter ecology, and supported thousands of head of cattle.)



And talking about acclimating. This is one tough little cactus, growing right out of the solid bedrock.

Off in the distance, between the Franklins in the US and the mountains in Mexico, the Rio Grande river basin. Thousands of years ago in the spring the entire plain, twenty miles across, would flood. This big blue marble sure has changed...just in our life time.

One of the old mine entrances.

I love the symbolism of the multiple sentries in this photo...the rangy cactus, lonely boulder, peaks in the distance.

Another flood plain, between the Franklins and the southern tip of the Sacramento mountains east of El Paso.

More of that alluvial plain...you're alluvial experts now, huh?

Cool...three peaks head to head, each made up of different strata of the earth...thus the different colors/minerals.

Another of the gaping holes left by mine operators a generation ago.

Standing on one scar, the leveled off campsite of long-dead minors...a couple root stems all remaining of old cottonwood trees brought here for firewood...in the distance (hard to see just over the second stump) the remains of the mine itself

Maybe not as tall as your mountains in CO, without the trees, but sure a fine sight, and good exercise to hike.

See the half-mile long scar trailing up the mountain?

Want to go spelunking? Too bad...it's only ten foot deep...a former residence of miners way back.

Another of the openings to the mine.

I'll miss these long, open views when I get back to FL.

Have a great week. Safaris to return...er...in the fall.