Friday, April 20, 2012

Excerpt and Giveaway of Alaskan Fire by Sara King

Sara King author of the Guardians of the First Realm series is her today to showcase her novels. She has provided an excerpt of Alaskan Fire the first novel in her exciting paranormal romance series. To celebrate her new release, Alaskan Fury, she is giving away 2 eBook copies of Alaskan Fire on the blog today. Enjoy and be sure and enter the giveaway! 

Alaskan Fire
by Sara King
Series: Guardians of the Fire Realm #1
Paranormal Romance


Blaze MacKenzie is a freakishly-tall heiress who just discovered that her ‘parents’ actually found her abandoned as an infant in some bizarre human sacrifice in the woods. Along with that nasty little bit of information came a six hundred thousand dollar check, a strange golden feather, and the ability to move to the Alaska Bush and begin her dream-life living off the Grid.
Unfortunately for Blaze, life in rural Alaska isn’t as peaceful as she expected. Among her many startling discoveries is that her sexy new handyman, Jack Thornton, has already ‘claimed’ the territory that her new lodge is sitting on …
Further complicating matters, Jack makes it clear to Blaze that there are a good many things that go bump in the Alaskan night, and when a pack of werewolves goes rogue and starts killing or turning everyone along the Yentna River, Blaze and Jack find themselves in a fight for survival in this magic-soaked Land of the Midnight Sun.(synopsis from Goodreads)


“So I guess Candy told you my brother called in a favor ‘cause he’s blowing chunks?”  Blaze’s ‘replacement’ pilot was striding over to her from the brand new Mercedes he had parked with a gravel-slinging spin into the Bruce Rogers’ Flying Service driveway not a minute before.
Blaze, who hadn’t really thought about what a Bush pilot should look like, was now finding herself very concerned.  The skinny kid approaching her was dressed in ragged cut-off shorts, a skateboarding Bart Simpson T-shirt, sandals, and sunglasses.  He looked for all the world like an out-of-state transfer student Blaze might have shared a class with in Business 101, not at all like the plaid-and-jeans-clad Bush pilot, Bruce Rogers, who was supposed to be flying her and the rest of her worldly possessions out to her new life in the Sleeping Lady Lodge.
“You’re Lance?” she asked, trying not to wince as she attempted to calculate how old the kid was.  He barely looked past eighteen.  And, now that she got a good look, his hair was still wet from a shower.
“Yep.”  He spun the keys of his Mercedes on a finger and stuffed them into the pocket of his pants.  Holding out his hand and peering up at her, he said, “You Blaze?”
“Yeah, Blaze,” she said, taking it.
“You’re tall, Blaze,” he said, still peering up at her.  “You got a little Viking in your family, then?”  As if she hadn’t heard that a million times already in her life.
“Six-four,” she agreed, forcing a smile.  “You know how to fly one of these things?”  She gestured at the floatplane that was secured to the dock beside her.
“Oh sure,” Lance Rogers said, peeling off his sunglasses and glancing at the Cessna 206, which was approximately the size of a sardine can.  “Been in those things since I was a kid.  Did my first solo at twelve, much to the consternation of my dad.”  He grinned at her, showing a perfect white smile, even further removing him from the ‘Experienced Bush Pilot’ column in Blaze’s head.  “Didn’t fly again until I was sixteen, after that.  Dad started locking the keys in his safe.”  Rubbing the little blue airplane beside him like an old friend, Lance said with a note of wistful regret, “Never did figure out how to hotwire ‘em.”
“Uhhh,” Blaze said, glancing quickly back at the weather-worn wooden sign of Bruce Rogers’ Flying Service, and the little hut beside the aircraft hangar where Candy, Bruce’s wife, was working on paperwork. “I don’t know, I can probably wait for Bruce to get better…”
“Bah!” Lance said.  “I fly STOL Cubs and shit for airshows and do a little cropdusting when I’m bored, which is basically whenever I’m not behind the wheel of a 747.”  He shrugged at her widening eyes.  “Copilot.  Haven’t given me my own bird, yet.  The chickenshits won’t come out and say it, but I’m not bald enough.”  At Blaze’s flinch, Lance grinned at her.  “It’s okay.  I get it a lot.  Probably like you and being tall.”  He looked up at her expectantly.
“I do get it a lot,” Blaze admitted.
“I’m sure.”  What he left unsaid—but what dangled uncomfortably in the air between them—was, When you look like you just crawled out of a spaceship from Planet Orangutan.  After an awkward moment, Lance cleared his throat and patted the little blue airplane again.  “But yeah.  Don’t worry, I won’t crash us.  Brucey would kill me if I dinged up his baby.  Besides, I hear you just bought a nice place out on the Yentna.  Candy said ya had to wait through Breakup to get out there.  Bet you’re dyin’ ta see what ya got, right?” 
“Yeah,” Blaze said, breaking into a nervous smile.  “Fishing lodge.  The Sleeping Lady.”
Lance made a sound of appreciation as he started unwrapping the two ropes holding the Cessna’s float to the dock cleats.  “Nice place.  Landed on the lake for coffee a couple times.”  He gestured at his brother’s airplane.  “Candy got ya all loaded up?”
“Yeah,” Blaze said, still a little stunned by the fact she was standing beside a commercial airlines pilot.  “You fly 747s?  Really?”  He just didn’t look…stuffy enough.
Lance shrugged.  “I fly anything with wings.”  He yanked open the door of the Cessna for her and motioned at the blue leather seat beside that of the pilot.  “Climb on in.  Try not to bump your head.  Gonna be a tight fit for you, but nothing I can really do about that.  Just be glad it’s not a SuperCub.  Man, you’d have trouble getting inside.”
Oh, thanks, Blaze thought, once more reminded of just how far from the Law of Averages that Mother Nature had decided to throw her.  She stepped on the convenient little foot-rest, grabbed the inside of the door, and tried not to wince at how much her body made the little plane sink on its floats as she heaved herself into the cockpit.
“How much you weigh, Blaze?” Lance asked almost thoughtfully.  Then, when Blaze cast an irritated look back at him, his eyes widened and he held up both hands and quickly said, “Just tryin’ ta judge how close we are to payload.”  He gestured at the back of the plane, which was completely packed full of groceries, luggage, and furniture, so much that it was completely blocking out the back windows.  “Candy packed you in there pretty good.  Everything but the kitchen sink, huh?”
And this was only the first load.  Blaze had many more scheduled, to bring in groceries, lumber, and other supplies.
“I’m one-eighty,” Blaze muttered, estimating about twenty pounds low, just because the only people who needed to know that information were her and God.  She delicately climbed past the pilot’s console, careful not to touch any of the controls, and sat down in the tiny passenger seat allotted to her.
“Call it two hundred, then,” Lance said, in consideration.  “Hmm.  I think we can do this thing.”
Blaze hesitated in buckling herself in.  “Wait…you think?”
But Lance was already lunging into the pilot’s seat and pulling the door shut behind him.  “Headset’s right there,” he said, gesturing to the dash as he buckled himself in and tugged his own headset on.  “You ever been in a small plane before, Blaze?”
Blaze, who was still staring at the exit, considering whether it was worth trying to crawl over a commercial airlines pilot to get out of the little sardine Can ‘O Death before it exploded into a ball of fire on the far end of the lake, didn’t really hear him.  Anyone who had lived in Alaska for any amount of time heard of the dozens of planes that went down every year.  Most because they were overloaded, or because the pilots got cocky.
“Jesus, you’re sheet-ass white,” Lance laughed.  “Come on, I already told ya I been in these things since I was a toddler.  Okay, look.  See this little case behind my seat?  That’s the emergency survival kit.  We go down, there’s flares, fire-making gear, some rations, all that good stuff in there.”
The casual way he said ‘go down’ made Blaze’s stomach clench.
“But if we do go down,” Lance said, “you’ll survive it a hell of a lot better than me.  I mean, hell, look at me.  Brucey didn’t give me much warning.  I’m wearing shorts and a T-shirt.  Didn’t even get a chance to dose myself with DEET.  Mosquitoes will eat my ass alive.”  He flashed her a big white smile.  “That should make you feel better, right?”
It didn’t.  But then Lance was firing up the engine, and the entire Cessna shook as the prop rumbled to life.
Headset!” Lance shouted to her over the roar of the prop.
Oh my God, Blaze thought, reluctantly grabbing the headset and tugging it over her head, I am so totally going to die.
“So I got to talking with Brucey on the way here,” Lance said conversationally as he increased the throttle and the little plane lurched forward, out towards the open water.  “In between shitting himself and puking all over the phone, he was kind beatin’ around the bush about tryin’ to con me into talking some sense into you.”
“Come to think of it,” Blaze said, already feeling ill as the overloaded plane started idling towards the middle of the lake, “I could probably stand another day or two in town.”
But,” Lance said, as if he hadn’t heard her, “I think it’s awesome you bought the place.  You just have to watch out for crazies, and make sure you have a baseball bat behind every door.”
“Baseball bat?” Blaze asked, swallowing hard.  Very tentatively, because she couldn’t think of why she would possibly need a baseball bat in the woods, she ventured, “Bears?”
“Nah,” Lance said, “To beat all the lonely guys off of you, when they come knocking.  There’s a lot of single guys out there.  Now shut up for a second.  Gotta make a call to the tower.”  Then Blaze listened to him babble off a ritual-sounding string of words to ‘Willow traffic’ about ‘north-northwest departure’ and ‘no traffic in sight’ and waited until Lance had tucked the radio away again before she asked, “Bruce wanted you to warn me about lonely guys?”
Lance laughed, “And other things.  Mostly the crazies.  Now hold on, ‘cause here we go.”
And then the little plane’s engine roared and Blaze was clinging to her seat in a panic as it started rumbling across the lake like a locomotive.
“Huh,” Lance said, as the spruce on the end of the lake loomed near, “looks like we’re a bit overloaded.”  And kept them barreling towards the line of trees.  Then, just as Blaze was about to scream “For God’s sake, shut it down!” and wrench the controls from him, the plane came out of the water and they were soaring.
“So,” Lance said, once their floats cleared the treeline and they were gaining altitude over the highway and aiming out towards the mostly-uninhabited Lake Ebony on the Yentna River, “you planning on running the Sleeping Lady as a fishing lodge?  Got a guiding license?”
But Blaze was stunned at how wonderful it felt to fly.  She had squished her face to the window and was peering outward at the stands of birch and cottonwood below.  “Oh wow,” she said, watching the plane’s shadow slide across the ground below them.  “This is so cool!”
“Bah!” Lance snorted.  “This ain’t nothin.  Should come check out the airshow this summer.  That’s cool.  Oh, and you’re smearing up Brucey’s glass.  He hates that.”
“Sorry,” Blaze said, quickly tearing herself away.
“It’s no prob.  Here.”  Then Lance ducked the right wingtip down, giving Blaze a better view of the ground.
Shrieking in glee, she plastered herself to the window again.
When Lance put the aircraft back onto a level plane, he was grinning at her.  “You remind me of me, when I was a kid.  You ever wanna learn to fly?  I also teach classes when I’m bored.”
“I would love to,” Blaze blurted, ecstatic.  Then winced as reality kicked in.  “Well, I’ve gotta get things at the Sleeping Lady under control first, but yeah.  Maybe next year?”
“Sure, sure.”  Lance glanced out at the twisted array of silty gray rivers and hundreds upon thousands of lakes and ponds that made up the Matanuska-Susitna Valley.  “So my brother made me promise to tell you about the kinds of guys that live out here.  Most of ‘em are out here for a reason, you know what I mean?”
Blaze tried not to groan.  She had heard this rant before, from Candy, from her mom, her Econ professor, and just about every other woman who’d ever spent any amount of time out in the Bush.  “I’ll be fine,” she said.  “Hell, any idiot decides to get frisky, I could probably just bench-press him and he’ll back off.”  Not exactly the happiest truth of her existence, but by sheer luck of the draw, Blaze was more ‘manly’ than most of the nerdy men she’d shared her Business classes with.
Lance chuckled.  “Okay, sure.  But just watch out for the crazies.”
“What kind of crazies?” Blaze asked, frowning.
Lance shrugged.  “I dunno.  Bruce wanted me to say that.  Made me promise to say, ‘Just watch out for the crazies.’  I think he was on NyQuil or something.”  He yawned and checked his watch.  “Man, you never really appreciate how much sunlight Alaska’s got in the summer ‘til you gotta fly to the Lower 48 a few times a week.  Really puts things into perspective.”
“Crazies?” Blaze insisted.  “Have there been burglaries or something?”
Lance laughed.  “In the Bush?  Hell, they all leave their keys in their 4-wheelers out there.  Most places don’t even have locks.  Who’s gonna burgle them?  The moose?” he chuckled, shaking his head.  “Nah, I think he was talking more about one guy in particular, but I’m not gonna name names.”
“Who is it?” Blaze demanded.
“Jack Thornton,” Lance said.  “But I heard you hired the guy as your handyman, so you’re kinda screwed.”
Blaze felt a spasm of panic, since most of her long-term goals depended on Jack Thornton not being crazy.  “What’s wrong with Jack?”
Lance laughed again.  “Oh, well, you mean aside from a really bad attitude?”  He turned and grinned at her, paying absolutely no attention to the air in front of him.  “Well, on one of those stops for coffee at the Sleeping Lady, Jack swam out to our plane, grabbed Brucey by the back of the head and dunked him under the lake a few times.  Called him a ‘prissy flyboy’ or something like that.  Bruce kinda still remembers it.  Brucey’s big, but he said the guy’s got gorilla-strength.”
Blaze’s mouth fell open.  All she could say was, “What?”

Alaskan Fury
By Sara King
Series: Guardian of the First Realm #2


Long ago, Kaashifah the Fury, Chosen warrior of the Lord of War, fought a djinni to a stalemate in an ancient duel of souls. Three thousand years later, she and ‘Aqrab, the passionate djinni prince of the Fourth Lands, are still bound together, each waiting for the other to make that final, killing blow. To complicate matters, they are being hunted across the vast Alaskan wilderness by a team of holy soldiers who are specially trained—and highly successful—at capturing the numerous magical beings of the Five Realms. In order to save their friends from the Inquisition, some compromises must be made…and some boons given. But in unraveling the magics that bind them, will these two ancient immortals learn to trust each other, or will their own thawing hearts be their undoing?

ALASKAN FURY is a whirlwind tale of two immortals woven together by a three-thousand-year-old curse who are forced to flee across the Alaskan wilderness in search of dragons to save their friends. It is a story of love and adventure, of djinni wish-makings and brutal sword fights, of Inquisitional wits and mythological heroes, of depth of spirit battling bigotry and violence. Fast-paced and full of action, it will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.
 Sara King

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At April 20, 2012 at 6:10 AM , Blogger Lauren @ Northern Plunder said...

I really liked the except and would love to read the books. Definitely my cup of tea :)

At April 20, 2012 at 6:18 PM , Blogger emaginette said...

I always thought vampires would be happier in Alaska. Well at least 1/2 of the time anyway. I never thought about werewolves, but hell with all that wilderness it would be a perfect setting. I love the idea. :-)

At April 21, 2012 at 1:41 AM , Blogger Megan said...

Sounds cool. I like Lance already!

At April 24, 2012 at 8:37 PM , Anonymous bn100 said...

I enjoyed the excerpt. The book sounds good.

At April 25, 2012 at 12:24 PM , Blogger Heather (ShoeGirl) said...

They both sound interesting! Have to add them to my TBR!


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