Fated Release Party Winner!

December 31, 2014

Hey guys, Indra Vaughn here for the last time. I thought I’d be able to stick it out until midnight and wish you all a REAL happy new year from my neck of the woods, but apparently 6 am starts turn me into a complete sad potato and I need my beauty sleep.

In any case, I gathered all your names into my party hat (aka Random.org) and the winner is…

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SC Wynne! Whee! *throws confetti*

One e-copy of Fated coming your way!

This is me signing off for the night then. Thank you all for making some time in your schedules to join me. I wish you all a wonderful 2015. I can’t remember who said it, but it stuck with me: May all your wishes come through, bar one, so you have something to look forward to.

*pops champagne* Who wants some?

Fated Release & New Year’s Resolutions!

December 31, 2014

Hey guys, Indra Vaughn here, checking in for the last time (well, not quite, but you’ll see) during the Fated blog party.

I just finished prepping the New Year’s Eve dinner–nothing special, just turkey and stuffing, a salad, some roast veggies and potatoes–and I think it’s time to bring up the dreaded New Year’s Resolutions. C’mon, you know you want to share. I’ll start.

In 2015 I will
- Stop drinking coffee
- Run 10 miles without dying. Actually, let’s just stick to Run 10 miles and see what happens
- Try to be more patient with Bam Bam (my three-year-old for those not in the know)
- Go for a few doctor’s appointments I’ve been putting off for too long
- Write at least three more full length novels

That’s about it. How about you? Tell me your greatest desires, or darkest secrets. I’m not asking for a lot, am I?

I know one that would be on Lieutenant Hart’s list: stop drinking so much…

By the way, this is who I had in mind for him, in case you’re curious *g*

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I’ll come back later tonight to announce the winner of the giveaway, and then that will be it for me today!

If you want to hang out again, I’m taking over the DSP Facebook page on Saturday and there will be more prizes and a discount code!

Have a wonderful evening, guys <3

More info: Dreamspinner Press, Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter.

And psssst… let me just quickly add that today is the last day of the DSP 20% off sale too…

Fated Giveaway!

December 31, 2014

This is still Indra Vaughn, here to chat with you guys about my latest novel, Fated!

I didn’t have a particular setting in mind when I started writing the Shadow Mountain series. The towns are entirely made up, but a few months ago I went on a trip to the Smoky Mountains, and I have to say it fit my imagination perfectly.

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Since you can’t have a murder mystery without a fair few dead bodies, Hart spends some of his time on a cemetery. I had a fairly idyllic place in mind, and quite by accident I came across a graveyard near Gatlinburg that fit the image completely. I took some photos with the idea I could share it with you here today.

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There are some sad moments in the book, I won’t deny that, and one of the most difficult ones to write takes place in that cemetery. Hart is largely shaped by the loss in his life and it’s Isaac, his younger, gorgeous neighbor, who’ll be able to reshape him into the man he’s supposed to be. (It might just… take a while. But not three books, I promise.)

Now, I wouldn’t call this controversial, but it is a choice some readers might not agree with (and that’s totally okay!), and I spent a lot of time umming and erring whether or not to cut the scenes… Before Hart and Isaac get together, Hart has sex with another man. Twice! I didn’t cut them in the end because I felt they developed the other guy’s character in a way that was necessary. It isn’t love and they both know that, but they’re both living, breathing men, they’re single and lonely, and sometimes… people don’t make the right choices. So my question to you:

Do you absolutely nay books where the main character has sex with someone else? Why or why not?

At the end of my time on the blog today, I’ll toss all names of those who comment here in a hat and the winner will get an e-copy of the book!

Here’s another favorite song from the Fated playlist!

Fated Release Party + Excerpt

December 31, 2014

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Hey guys, this is Indra Vaughn, still here to chat with you lovely people about my latest novel, Fated!

I thought it could be fun to lure you all in with a little teaser first. So here’s an excerpt of Fated!

 

Screen Shot 2014-12-31 at 11.58.45 AMA light rain was drizzling onto his windshield by the time he pulled up in front of the station. It was still light out, and as soon as he parked, Freddie jumped out of her car and into his.
“Hey.”
“This better not be the end of the summer. I am not ready.” Freddie shrugged out of a cape-like thing and stuffed it on top of her handbag. She did a double take when she saw Hart. “I swear to God, you look so different out of a suit. It’s like you go from cop to meth peddler.”
“It’s not that bad,” he said, looking down at his jeans and hoodie. “And I already told you—”
“You weren’t expected to be seen among the living this week, I know.” Remorse pulled Freddie’s eyebrows together, and she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. That was awful of me.”
“It’s all right.” Hart turned the key in the ignition. “I think I’m long due a couple of foot-in-mouth moments from you. Where to?”
“What do you feel like eating? There’s a great pizza place on Main in town, but if you prefer burgers, Carl’s Burger Shack is still open.”
“That still exists? Oh my God. Yes, we’re going there.”
Hart hadn’t even fully reversed yet when the police scanner in his borrowed car crackled. Dispatch called out a burglary under way and gave the coordinates. Freddie grabbed the radio.
“This is Chief Inspector Lesley and Lieutenant Hart responding to the 459, we’re on our way.” She put the radio back. “Looks like burgers will have to wait. Did you bring your gun?”
“Yes, but you’ll have to navigate, I have no idea where I’m going.”
“We’re close. Take a left here.”
The alarm had either been switched off or a silent one was still going somewhere. Hart pulled up in front of a large house entirely surrounded by a five-foot-tall hedge. As he rounded the car, digging the gun out of the holster stuck under his hoodie, a lady in a pink dressing gown and rollers in her hair came hurrying up to them.
“Ma’am.” Freddie held up a hand to stop her.
“I won’t keep you,” she quickly said. “I just wanted to tell you, there’s two of them. I saw them get out of their van when I was in my bathroom.”
“What color?” Hart demanded.
The lady blinked at him. “The men?” she asked, her gaze flicking to Freddie and back.
“No, the van.”
“Oh, white. It’s a white van. One of those moving van types.”
“All right, ma’am. Please go back inside and lock your door,” Freddie said, turning the woman around so she faced her own house again. Together they crept through the gate, sticking as close to the shadows of the hedge as they could.
“Will dispatch send backup?” Nothing moved, but he could see the white van by the side of the house.
“Yes. You wanna wait them out?”
Hart shook his head. “We don’t know what’s going on in there. I’ll check the back door. You take the front.”
Freddie nodded once and moved off.
The sun had begun to set behind the Mountain, and the house loomed dark in its shade. It didn’t seem as if the owners were home. A good thing, since that meant Hart and Freddie wouldn’t have to deal with hostages. He passed the van, pressed his back to the side of it, and kept an eye on the side mirror. Nothing moved. He peered through the window. Empty, but the keys were still in the ignition. Hart opened the door as quietly as he could and took them out, leaving the door open instead of slamming it shut. He didn’t hear anything from the front end of the house, so he kept moving toward the back. The yard sloped down quite steeply, and he stuck to the shadows of a deck. Its steps led to a pair of French doors on the first floor, but the matching basement doors below were open. Hart pulled out his phone.
Going in.
Hart sent a silent prayer that backup would arrive swiftly and in siren-silence, clicked the safety off his gun, and stepped through the open window.
The basement had been finished, recently by the smell of fresh paint and sawdust, and the setup told Hart a lot about what he could expect from the rest of the layout upstairs. A closed staircase sat in the middle, with everything else built around it. Hart walked past two couches and a TV screen to find the stairs, and he quietly climbed them. By the open door he paused, but heard nothing. As he stepped onto the landing, a heap of what he first thought was a rolled up rug lay by the door.
But it wasn’t a rug. It was a black-and-white large furry dog. He paused long enough to make sure the poor thing was still breathing—it was, but clearly deeply drugged—and then made his way around the staircase. An empty dining room, an empty kitchen, no one in the living room. He was about to step into what looked like a spare bedroom when he heard a floorboard creak upstairs. Silently, Hart moved to the front door. Through the narrow window by its side he could see Freddie, pressed against the wall of the overhang at the front door. He nodded at her and grabbed his phone. Upstairs, come around through basement.
Freddie read the text, nodded, and disappeared. Half a minute later, they were both creeping up the stairs toward the room where he had heard the noise. The upstairs corridor was narrow and thickly carpeted, with more doors than Hart had expected springing off it. The door leading toward the two men stood open. Neither of them had masks on, and to Hart they looked like two dumb kids.
“Police,” Hart said, and they both jumped, looking up from the desk they were going through. “Hands above your head.” Without being aware of it, he’d blocked Freddie from the two men, and she stepped around Hart now, cuffing first one, then the other. They looked frightened to death; the youngest one even had tears leaking out of his eyes. Jesus, not made for a life in crime, these two. He quickly made sure they weren’t armed, and then noticed the boxes by their knees.
“I’m going to make sure the rest of the house is clear,” Freddie said, “and then wait for backup.”
Hart nodded without really looking at her and peered in the boxes. It looked like research materials: papers, essays, a laptop, hard drive, and USB sticks.
“What are you looking for?” he asked the one who wasn’t crying, which was when he heard Freddie shout milliseconds before the crack of a gunshot. “Fuck.”
He ran.

Dun dun dunnnnn…. If you want to know if Freddie—Hart’s scrappy partner—is okay, you’ll have to read the book *evil grin*.

So, it’s the end of 2014! How has the year treated you? Good? Bad? Ugly? Tell me your victories and woes in the comments. I’m a good listener…

More info: Dreamspinner Press, Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter.

And psssst… let me just quickly add that today is the last day of the DSP 20% off sale too…

Welcome to the release party for Fated (Shadow Mountain book 1)

December 31, 2014

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Hello, my name is Indra Vaughn and I’m here to have a chat with you awesome people. My latest novel, Fated, releases today!

I’m so thrilled to be here, guys! Hopefully you’re ready for me to talk your ears off, because I have lots of things planned for you. (Including two giveaways!) But first of all, let me just say thanks for joining me today, and an even bigger thank you for being avid readers. Us author-types wouldn’t be able to do it without you. *smooches*

So, I should probably tell you a little bit about the book first, right? Fated is the first book in the Shadow Mountain series and it’s a paranormal mystery with a gay romance thread woven throughout the three books. The main character is Police Lieutenant Hart, and currently he’s stumped by what he’s calling the Tattoo Murders. The awesome and hardworking people over at Dreamspinner Press have put together a great blurb, so I’ll just share that!

Two towns flank the looming Shadow Mountain. A dark myth of the Predator drifts through the dense trees, a tale Police Lieutenant Hart never paid much attention to. When one unresolved death follows another—some people dying without discernible cause while others are clearly, and often brutally, murdered—he can’t ignore it any longer. Truth may lie in myth, but this one is spread to deceive everyone. The Predator exists, but he’s not entirely human. Hart will have to find the connection between the mysterious figure and victims with only one thing in common: a faint tattoo on the backs of their necks, a mark left when someone healed their incurable diseases.

Isaac Lasko has been in love with Hart since he moved in across the street seven years ago. He’s been helping Hart renovate his home, and their friendship grows more intense with the years, but Isaac can’t help wishing for a deeper bond. When he finally breaks through the lieutenant’s armor, the mystery surrounding the Predator threatens them both. Help will come, but at a price.

So, I hope that tickles your fancy…
If you have any questions you can pose them below. It can be about the new series or any of my older works, or if you want to be nosy now’s your chance ;-) . Ask me anything you like!

I’ll be adding a song that was part of the Fated playlist as I was writing at the end of every post. And I’m always looking to expand my playlists, so what are some of your favorite songs that released this year?

This song is one of my absolute favorites. I love The Editors.

 

More info: Dreamspinner Press, Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter.

And psssst… let me just quickly add that today is the last day of the DSP 20% off sale too…

 

Thank you!

December 10, 2014

Thank you!

 

My time here on the blog is up. Thanks for being here!  I appreciate the support.  I’ll return here this afternoon to announce the winners.  Please feel free to continue to leave comments. I will be back later to respond to each one.

 

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Next for me:

I’ve started a new series. Book one, titled Here for You, will be out this February. *Happy dance*

This is a very emotional series for me, and I hope all of you will check it out. It revolves around 4 roommates in South Florida. When tragedy strikes, it has a ripple effect. Each roommate will get his story. I hope you will like the first book.

The Sunshine and Happiness series will be 3-4 books (I hope) . I fell hard for these fellas.

 

Thanks again for being here with me.

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Worlds

December 10, 2014

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Diversity in romance

Last year I attended the awesome Rainbow conference in Tampa. It was tons of fun. I was nervous, however, to be sitting on the panels. My favorite panel was about writing diversity in romance. This one is an important topic to me.  When I look around my area, I see so many types of people, and I love that diversity. I think contemporary novels should reflect the modern world. In my previous books some of my characters are Cuban, Italian, Jewish, Indian, and Brazilian. This reflects my real world because I have family and friends of different religions and races. Perhaps if I wrote historical romances, I’d create a far different world. But in contemporaries, I’m committed to expressing diversity.

The Holiday Hoax, for example, has Evan a member of a family of two religions. They try and balance both Christmas and Hanukkah. The main aspect of his family, whatever holiday, is love. This family is all sweetness and love– –I celebrated that in the novella—–Evan’s family embraced its differences. JD was not as lucky.  I don’t sit down and order myself to put in diverse characters, which would be silly and be way too forced, but I’m comfortable with diversity. I think this is why it often naturally comes into my books.  Evan told me his background as I wrote him, and I simply followed his voice.

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I’m curious how you all feel? Do you like seeing contemporary romances express some diversity?   Or do you not really think about this question?

One reader will get any e-book from mine of choice for this answer!

 

 

Ideas

December 10, 2014

Book origins:

Many readers want to know where authors get their ideas. For these two new releases, The Last Guy Breathing and The Holiday Hoax, I found inspiration in very different places. For The Last Guy Breathing, I had the idea back in The Only Guy. As soon as Locke briefly appeared at the wedding scene in that novel, I knew he would hookup with Henry.

How I got the idea for The Holiday Hoax is a cute story. I was listening to a radio program last year, and the disc jockey discussed how so many people hated going home for the holidays because they get the third-degree on their love lives. One caller even said she paid a complete stranger to go home with her and pretend to be her boyfriend just to get her mother off her back. Hooray! An idea was planted! It wasn’t until the following summer I actually wrote the story, but I had jotted down the thought.

 

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Donuts and Weddings

December 10, 2014

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Donuts and Weddings

Where do couples first meet? I think it is fun to examine that in a novel.

Although Henry and Locke from The Last Guy Breathing knew each other before, their first major encounter takes place at a wedding. Weddings are ripe locations for romance. People want to let loose at weddings. There’s a happy couple. There’s dancing.  And hey, there’s alcohol too. No wonder Henry and Locke get carried away at the wedding.

In The Holiday Hoax, Evan and JD first meet at a donut shop.  When I was in college, there was a twenty-four hour donut place nearby, and I have a ton of fun memories of sitting around with muffins and coffee into the early morning, chatting with my roommates.

Perhaps the oddest place that I ever met somebody was in the middle of a parade. The relationship did not last, but I can still see the floats and almost hear the music from that day.

My husband and I met at a tiny restaurant on the beach in South Florida.

Where have you met a significant other?  One lucky reader will get an e-book of choice for the answer today!

Blurbs: The Last Guy Breathing and The Holiday Hoax

December 10, 2014

Here are the two blurbs for the two books:

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I’m Evan Goodman, budding actor, future star, college freshman. Oh, and let’s not forget—recently dumped. If only my family wasn’t expecting to meet my new boyfriend over the holiday break. Enter JD Laurens—a sweet and quiet science major who mostly keeps to himself. When he gathers the courage to come out, poor JD gets abandoned by his only family right in front of me, and now he has nowhere to go for Christmas. But I have a proposition for him: pretend to be my boyfriend for the holidays so I can take him home. It’s a win-win. What could go wrong?

 

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A Work in The Guy Series

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Henry Clueley doesn’t want to be in Glamour, not after moving far away to overcome a difficult, if privileged, childhood. He’s no longer that pudgy kid desperate to escape his hometown, but it still holds painful memories.  When his recently widowed mother needs him, however, “dependable Henry” does the right thing—even if it means leaving the IRS to take a boring corporate position. Things don’t stay boring for long. Soon Henry helps the local sheriff’s department unravel a crime. Posing as half of a fake couple seems like a fun idea… until Henry learns he already knows the deputy playing his other half.

Deputy Locke may be new to the Glamour Sheriff’s Department, but he’s fought his way up in the world and is determined to make a good impression. He keeps his private life quiet, even from his beloved younger brother. Locke knows better than most the need to protect what’s his.

Henry resents the arrogant, gorgeous cop, and Locke thinks Henry is sheltered and spoiled. Their secret and steamy encounter only adds to the animosity. As they join forces, Henry thinks a relationship with Locke would be catastrophic, but the white-hot passion between them makes it hard to resist.

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