Thursday, November 22, 2012

Five Tour: Excerpt & Guest Post!

This is the last stop for Five Tour (by Dark Mind Book Tours)!!
Welcome to Darkest Sins, Christie!

(Christie Rich)
I grew up daydreaming about fairytales, and my love for discovering new worlds has never died. I am not one of those writers who always knew I would write. I thought that was what other people did until one day a few years ago, I took a challenge from a friend and typed my first words. My journey has been wonderful, and I cannot imagine a day where I would ever give up writing now. My love for reading is what fueled my imagination in the first place and still does. When I am not writing or reading, I am enjoying family time with my husband and two children. We live in a quiet community under the Wellsville mountains in Utah, and I am so thankful for the rich life I have been blessed with.

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Here you can read the book summary: Rayla Tate’s life is about to turn vertical…again. As if it wasn’t bad enough her mother disappeared under questionable circumstances leaving Rayla to be raised by her aunt in a horrendously small town. Her overprotective guardian is determined to ruin Rayla’s life. She refuses to let Rayla out of her sight or out of the state. Provincial living might be what her aunt demands of her purposely sheltered niece; but, Rayla has other ideas. In a desperate attempt to follow her dreams she flees the safety of her home and runs away to college with her best friend toward a bright future in the art world. However, excitement over her newfound freedom turns into terror when she is chased by a mysterious stranger on her way to school. When his motorcycle suddenly morphs into a fire-breathing pegasus, Rayla questions her sanity. Worse, the man riding next to her stirs a burning desire in her soul she has never known or could have ever imagined. Using all the will she owns, she manages to resist the compulsion she feels; yet, as he disappears into the night, she is certain he hasn't gone far. Rayla quickly dismisses the encounter to her overactive imagination. She is determined to settle into her new life, yet the images and feelings of that night still haunt her. To make matters worse, her aunt seems to be in on the act, insisting that Rayla will soon be hunted by a pack of fae lords for a power over the elements she never knew she possessed—a power that could change the world. Quicker than she ever thought possible, she finds herself surrounded by stunning men that all seem determined to win her heart. Why does she feel drawn to each one of them? More importantly, what dark power do they hold over her? Rayla must quickly learn to fend off these beautiful and seductive pursuers using whatever means necessary or find herself lost to the fae world forever.

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FIVE (ELEMENTAL ENMITY BOOK I) EXCERPT
USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT 2012 CHRISTIE RICH



The view of the sunset reminded me of my favorite bluff back home.  Nothing but sky was visible in the horizon.  I might as well have been standing on the edge of the world gazing at the gilded gates of heaven.
“I will never tire of seeing that,” a melodic voice erupted behind me.
If I had gotten a bit more air, I would have landed on Mars.  “Zach.”  I put a hand against my pounding heart.  “You scared me.”  I hadn’t even heard him come up to me.
“I noticed.”  He smirked.  “I was trying my best not to disturb you.  You looked so peaceful, but I am a selfish man.”  He chuckled, moving closer.
My attraction to him was hard enough to handle when he had all his clothes on.  My pulse raced with his approach for an entirely different reason.  He had the sort of flawless body that belonged on the airbrushed pages of a magazine.  His skin glowed golden in the blazing sunset that brought out rusty hues in his dark hair.  My fingers itched to trace every angle of his sculpted abdomen and chest.
“Leave it to you to make this thing look good,” he said, running a finger under the strap on my shoulder.  “By rights, it should be burned.  Are you going to tell me why you insisted on wearing it?”
“No.”
He traced my collarbone.  “Really?”  In one fluid motion, I was in his arms, and he was carrying me deeper into the water.
I hoped he couldn’t feel the thud of my heart beating against his chest.  “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked more calmly than I felt.
“Changing your mind,” he said just as evenly.
I could see where he was going with this, and over the edge of a cliff wasn’t my idea of fun.  “Don’t.”
He grinned.  “Tell me.”
I stiffened in his arms.  “If you do this, I will leave—without you.”  His exaggerated exhale tickled my neck, sending goose-bumps down my body.
“Don’t you ever relax?”
I gritted my teeth, hating what I had become in the past few weeks.  If he had tried this back home, I would have protested, giggled, and screamed but loved every minute of his antics.
Things were different now.  I was on edge constantly.  “I’m so not okay with heights.  Let me down.”
The set of his jaw didn’t give me any comfort.  He walked up a ramp between the two converging rivers that made the waterfall.  On sure feet, he stepped to the edge.  I honestly didn’t know how he was still standing with the water blasting against his knees.  He leaned into my ear.  “Tell me.”
I clung to his neck like grime to a barn cat.  “I don’t want to.”
He looked over the edge and back at me.  The humor in his gaze died.  He sighed, stepping back a few paces.  My heart found its way back into my chest.  He carried me to a lounge chair, setting me down gently.
“You can’t possibly think that thing is pretty,” he commented after a while.
“Pretty isn’t everything,” I said.
He raised his brows, tucking his strong chin inward in mockery then looked at me sidelong.  “It helps.”  He smiled teasingly.
I shot him a dirty look before giving him my back.  He placed a timid hand on my shoulder.
“Come, now.  It can’t possibly be as bad as all that.”
Why couldn’t he just let it go?  I wasn’t all up in his business, why did he feel the need to be in mine.  “Drop it already.”
Zach sat beside me, coaxing my chin upward.  His voice was soft.  “Aren’t you having fun, lass?”
I wouldn’t look him in the eye.  If I did he would see every insecurity I had.  “I was before you decided to go all Tarzan on me.”
He thumped his chest, doing a great imitation of the call.  I tried to smile, but I didn’t think it helped.
“You weren’t like this the other day.”  He turned away as if in thought, glancing at me hastily.  “Don’t you like swimming?”
The other day I didn’t have four terrifying men after me.  I would have liked to give him an easy out, but I didn’t want to lie.  “I usually love it.”
Cassie had an indoor pool back home.  On the rare occasion I actually got to stay the night at her house, we would spend hours in the water.  She taught me how to float first.  I had progressively gotten better.  I was an adequate swimmer now.  The one thing I didn’t like was the high-dive.
He frowned.  “Is it me?”  His brows furrowed as though he was really worried.  “Have I done something to offend you?”
I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply.  “I’m sorry.  I’ve had fun today, really.  I just have other things on my mind right now.”
He grinned, tucking my hair behind my ear.  “I’m a great listener.”
I didn’t like being such a disappointment, but I couldn’t snap myself out of it.  I could just imagine how fast he’d be gone if I did tell him everything that was wrong with me at the moment.  “I’d rather not talk about it right now.”
He knelt in front of me and took my hands in his.  “You can’t expect me to not be curious.”
“It’s a free country,” I said.  “Be curious all you like.”  I was pushing him away when normally I would have been doing everything in my power to keep him interested in me.
The sun had made its final descent.  The haze of twilight settled all around us with the stars spotting the barely glowing sky.  In a few minutes, I would be able to relax a little.
Zach tugged my hand.  “Do you wish to go join the others?”  He sounded dejected.
Why was I acting like this?  I needed to snap out of it.  My mood wasn’t his fault.  “If you don’t mind, I’d rather stay here for a while.”
He nodded then moved to a lounge chair opposite me, wasting no time in getting comfortable.  “Why don’t you tell me of your home?”
The subject seemed safe enough.  “Have you ever been to eastern Utah?”
He made an odd sound, sort of a half concealed groan.  “It has been many years.”
He wasn’t old enough for it to have been that long ago.  I leaned back and put my arms behind my head preparing to give him details.
“I see,” he said in a sympathetic tone, his eyes soft with compassion.
I followed his gaze down to my exposed torso.  How could I have been so stupid?  The bottom half of my scar poked out from beneath the fringe.  I bolted up, pulling awkwardly at the fabric.
He shook his head.  “Everyone has imperfections, Rayla.”  In an instant he moved to the edge of my chair.  Calloused fingers caressed my shoulder before skimming down my arm.  “Some are just more visible than others.”
I turned away.  Then I got mad.  “Really, where’s yours?”
His face crinkled thoughtfully.  His eyes held haunted shadows.  “You’d be surprised.”
I gave him a look.  “Enlighten me.”
“There are certain things I want to change so badly about myself that it consumes my life.”  Unless he was a fantastic actor, he was being sincere.
“Like?”
He grimaced, only slightly, but it was enough to make me wonder.  “I would rather not get into that with you yet.”
I cocked my jaw, clicking my tongue.  “It’s okay for me, but not for you, huh?”
He leveled his gaze to mine seriously.  “If a scar is all you have to hide, you should be thankful.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shoved a hand through his hair.  “Only that there are worse things to bear than a scar.”
The truth burned me like a solar flare.  I should have been able to put on a pretty bikini without so much as a second thought, but I wasn’t there yet.  I hoped I would be some day.  I felt ridiculous being so shallow.  “You didn’t answer my question,” I said after a moment of hesitation.
The lines of his face turned hard.  “I know.”
“There you are,” Natalie yelled, cresting the hill in a sprint with Sam close behind her.  “Help me, Rayla!”  She crouched down between my chair and the stacked rock wall.
“They can’t save you,” Sam said coldly, standing by my feet.  “You will pay.”
I turned back, whispering, “What did you do?”
She smiled proudly.  “Put ice in his trunks.”
Zach narrowed his eyes at Natalie.  His jaw tightened.  “You deserve anything you get.”  He grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.
Sam swept the chair sideways.  Natalie squealed, trying to out-maneuver him.  She didn’t make it.
Attempting to wrench away from him, she said desperately, “You can put ice in my suit.  Rayla, do you have a drink?”
Sam smiled wickedly.  He looked over at the edge of the falls.  Did all male minds work the same?  “I have something better in mind.”
She put her hands on his cheeks.  “Please, Sam.  I’m sorry.  I won’t do anything like that again.”
He grabbed her wrists, pushing her into the river.  She kicked at him and squealed the entire way.
“Not after this,” he said, grinning.  Without another word, he pinned her arms to her sides in a bear hug.  She smiled at him.  I couldn’t see his expression, but her eyes flew wide just before he shouted, “Geronimo.”
Her “No” was squelched when they hit the water.  Zach grinned down at me.  My smile shriveled.
“Don’t even think about it,” I said when he came closer.  Natalie’s laugh rang clear from below.
“Not that I don’t find the idea tempting once more, but I think I will pursue your affections another way.
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DARE TO DREAM
BY CHRISTIE RICH


Dreaming has always come easy to me.  Ask any of my high school math teachers.  The day kind of dreaming has particularly interested me.  I’ve never had a problem being in my own head.  The trouble I’ve had has more to do with staying in reality.
Dreams can be amazing things, but if we aren’t careful they can fizzle into regrets.  I don’t know about you, but I’ve changed a bit since I was a kid and so have my interests.  It might surprise some of you to know that I thought myself artistically challenged until about ten years ago.
My dad dabbled in painting when I was growing up, and I always admired his abilities.  I asked him to teach me how to paint when I was about ten; unfortunately for me, he didn’t have the patience to detail the steps involved in taking a blank canvas to a work of art.  I had no idea, until years later, when I basically taught myself to paint, that you begin with an under-painting.
Layers are required to create a realistic looking landscape.  I was pretty ambitious when I started my first painting and picked a step-by-step mountain scene with an elk to tackle.  My dad has been a truck driver for several years now and back then I lived in Montana.  He happened to have a route that brought him through my rural town at least twice a month.  It was quite a blessing to me because I had no family in the Great Falls area and seeing him every so often really boosted my spirits.
So for Christmas one year, he told me he was going to teach me how to paint.  I was ecstatic and hurried to get all my supplies.  Turned out the book he told me to pick up was more of a steady instructor than my dad could be.  A couple of times when I was at a critical point in my painting, he ended up being sent somewhere else, so I just plodded along without his input.  By the time he was sent my way again, I had most of the painting done.
He still helped me, and I learned a lot from him, but I realized one very important thing with that experience.  I could do things I didn’t think I could.  It wasn’t as if I didn’t have any artistic talent.  I just never recognized it for what it was.  I even decided I didn’t like the elk in the how-to book, so I found a picture I liked and went to work incorporating it into my painting.  The painting actually turned out fairly good, if I do say so myself.
Before you start thinking I’m stuck on myself, I want to say something.  In my mind at least, there is a difference between recognizing a god given talent and developing it and being conceited.
It’s funny because my mom’s side of the family is pretty talented, as well, but no one wants to toot their own horn.  I don’t either, but I do like talking about the things that interest me, and it’s great to finally be able to admit to myself that I’m good at a few things.
Like I said before, I went a long time believing I didn’t have artistic talents.  I had very little self confidence when I was younger, so it took me a long time to recognize things about myself I liked.
Now if someone asks me what I like to do, I have a whole list of things, but at one time, I let life bring me down, thinking I was a boring person.  When in reality I was a creative person living a boring life.
We all have dreams, those secret desires that are so hard to share with anyone, even those we love for fear of failing.  I love to paint, and I did all the time until I found writing.
Now my spare time is filled mostly with discovering new worlds through words.  I derive joy from writing.  There’s nothing so exciting for me than when the writing takes over and I’m streaming words so fast my fingers can’t quite keep up.  When I don’t have time to think about the words because they are coming so strong.  Those are the times I long for.  They happen in every book, sometimes quite a few times, and generally it’s when I’m letting my subconscious flow, not questioning.
My point in sharing this with you is there may be some of you out there questioning your abilities with something that intrigues you.  I’m convinced when we get our inner skeptic out of the way and let our true selves show through, we will find that thing or things, if we are lucky, that bring us true happiness.
For me, writing is that thing, but for you it may be sewing, or teaching, or listening.  Whatever your talent is, find it.  We all have them, no matter how much we think we don’t.  It might be hard to stop comparing ourselves to other people, but it is essential to our happiness.
If we allow ourselves the courage to just try, we might find something that changes our lives.  For me it happened the day I took a challenge from a friend to write my first book.  In all honesty, I didn’t think I could do it.  I was unprepared, but I had a story inside me that needed to be told.
My first novel, Five (Elemental Enmity Book I) eventually emerged from that desire, but I had to work for it.  Dreams are easy to conjure but hard to take hold of.  But like anything worthwhile in life, the slippery things are usually the most rewarding.  How can we appreciate what we have if it comes too easily?  I’m sure someone out there can, but for me, happiness takes a bit more work.
I’ve found my dreams are more attainable when I think of them in steps, layers, if you will.  Starting small doesn’t mean you’ll end small.  I’ve found that true dreams take time to cultivate.  I happen to be one of the most impatient people I know, but I’m learning to be patient, to let things flow.  And every day, I see a little bit more of my dreams coming true.
How about you?  What are your secret dreams?  If you strip back the layers, can you see that first step?  Think hard.  I bet you’ll see it there staring at you.  Take that initial stumble and see where it leads you.  You might just surprise yourself.  I sure did.
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