Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Forever Clan by January Bain



The Story of my getting Swag for FOREVER CLAN!

Once upon a time there was a writer who coveted the bling of other writers who so kindly sent bags of goodies to her door. She pouted and postured and then got her way. And it was further decided to set a budget for such bling as would help promote the writer in a similar way to her co-authors. Many ideas were pondered and poured over until a list was culled to what was deemed worthy. And then the orders were sent and received with as much fun fare as a Christmas wish list.

The mail was checked daily until the special day when the swag arrived in the wee town. Oh, but the oo’s and ah’s came fast and furious. Bling! Just what the author had ordered. And now she had something nice to bestow on readers and writers alike.

Thanks to Jude Johnson and J.A. Garland for the inspiration for this blog! And to my husband for putting up with the whining and helping pick out the swag. You’re the best!

January Bain  




Sunday Rose's soul mate is a vampire. If that isn't difficult enough to deal with, she's pregnant with a child that prophecy states can either help or destroy the vampire race. And there are those that fear either outcome. If she is to protect her child from those who would exploit the prophecy, she must awaken unknown abilities and call upon her guardian angels to buy the time necessary to get her family to safe harbor.

Excerpt:


 “My name is Sunday Rose St. Clair. My ma says it’s because I was born on a Sunday in August when her climbing roses were in bloom and it was finally her turn to name a child. And my Grandma was named Rose.” She rolled her eyes at the “her turn” and smiled broadly, happy to be over the stuttering fit.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Sunday Rose St. Clair. I’m Sean, Sean Cameron.” He held his hand out to her and she grasped it only to feel a hot jolt of electricity shoot up her arm and enter her core, pooling the hot blood in her womb with aching results. His hand was ice-cold, she dimly realized, the ache spreading in lovely waves of pleasure and need. Whoa! She was confused and excited all at the same time. This had definitely never happened to her before.
“You’re not from around here, Sean, are you?” Her words were rhetorical. “Your accent sounds a wee bit American.” So, he was not the Aiden she had heard about. She relaxed considerably with this new information. Perhaps there was a chance he was unencumbered by a wife or girlfriend . . .
“I thought I had lost my accent—ten years back in the old country. You have a good ear, Sunday Rose.” His wide smile dazzled her, like he knew a great secret that she would like to know.
“You’ve covered it well, but it’s still there, just under the surface.”
She smiled at him with the well-practiced knowing look meant to cover her own sense of inadequacy and inexperience. She loved to use the look to nonplus her other suitors of which there had been plenty and all turned down to date. She was holding out for that special one, that she had promised herself early on. He had to be the one before she would entertain any thoughts of a physical relationship. Her avid reading had shaped her beliefs and she longed for a love like Heathcliff and Cathy, or Romeo and Juliet, or Cleopatra and Mark Anthony. She drifted for a moment, living inside the idea of such a love.
“Would you like a piece of pie, Sunday Rose, since you went to all this trouble for an unknown neighbor?” He seemed to like her name, which made her like it ever more as he said it with his sexy, low pitched voice that echoed so enticingly in her nether regions. She squirmed in her seat and Sean smiled at her, electric lust lying heavy between them, needing only a slight gesture on either’s part to spark it off.
“Sure, that would be great.” Pie and a handsome—maybe single, exciting neighbor—doesn’t get better than this, she thought in happy excitement. The day making pies was definitely not wasted effort.



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Author Bio
January Bain hails from Ashern, Manitoba, Canada. Married to the love of her life, her husband Don, she has combined her love of romance with her interest in vampires to produce the Forever Series of books. She also writes Science Fiction novels chiefly concerned with time travel and life on other planets. She teaches English and Computer courses during the day, and gets up at 5 am to write before her day job. She hopes her storytelling will touch your heart. She loves hearing from readers and writers alike!

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Review

5/5

When I started Forever Clan, I had just planned on reading the third book, as agreed.  I didn't even make it through the first chapter when I was compelled to go back to book 1 and start there.  I'm so glad I did.  
You will fall in love with the characters in this series and find yourself feeling their pain, joy and anxious when they are!
I won't spoil it for you, just leave off saying that this is a very well plotted series and one you must read - now!

Rahna

A give away... Forever Clan notebook, bookmarks, signature card, frig magnets of which I have many, and a few copies are available of the first book in the series, Forever Man. There is also one large tee shirt and three bookbags too with the logo on it for Forever Clan.


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2 comments:

January Bain said...

Gosh, thank you so much!!!!! (5 stars back at you!) Best, January

Let's Get Booked! said...

You earned those stars.
I completely loved the books!