Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Robin Waldrop, Crest of the Blood Moon Virtual Book Tour and GIVEAWAY!

Hi, folks!

Please help me welcome author Robin P. Waldrop today to Murderby4! We are honored to be part of Robin's Virtual Book Tour, and look forward to seeing your comments on her guest post, below! A random winner will be pulled from the comments to receive an eBook copy of Robin's new book, Crest of the Blood Moon. 

Robin is an obsessive coffee drinker, unicorn enthusiast, batman devotee, video rock band guitarist, softball fan, rockin' grandma, voracious reader, and award winning author of YA/urban fantasy and suspense/thriller novels and short stories.


I’m lounging on the upper deck of a large cruise ship, little umbrella drink in my hand. Wearing my bikini and sunglasses, a constant cool breeze keeping me cool as I do nothing, but relax.
I hear the sound of a horn honking and it continues to grow louder. My eyes fly open, and it’s my lab barking to go out for his morning constitutional. Argh!
I look at the clock hanging on the bedroom wall. Five a.m., the same as every other morning. I roll out of bed and stretch. I could probably stretch a mile, but don’t because I’d have to walk all the way back.
After I let the dogs out—yes, I have four—I grab a shower, then head straight to the kitchen where I know my husband has a fresh pot of coffee waiting. He loves me, what can I say? I tiptoe around because my youngest daughter and granddaughter are still sleeping.
I watch the early morning news, then at six a.m. when my hubby leaves for work, I grab my laptop and coffee, then head to the front porch where I have a small card table set up. I live in the country so it’s quiet and serene, until the neighbor’s rooster starts crowing. Some mornings he starts crowing long before daylight. Those are the mornings I lie in bed and think about knocking him off his roost.
I rake back my wet tangles, take a deep breath and open my laptop. After I pull up the file I think, okay where was Genevieve when I last saw her? Ah, yes, I remember. I scroll back up the page a few paragraphs and read just to refresh my memory and get back in my YA frame of mind.
I usually write until around eight when my granddaughter, Ryleigh wakes. Then, it’s put my writing on hold so I can change and feed her. If her mom is off work, I let her sleep. We play for a bit, she eats a few dried Fruit Loops with me, and it’s nap time.
I get another hour to write—the phone rings. “What’s up?” It’s my oldest daughter. All my kids know I do most of my writing during the day, but especially early in the morning. While I’m on the phone with her, I keep glancing at my time ticking away on my laptop.
When I finally convince her to let me call her later, I fix another cup of coffee and sit back down. Only this time nothing happens. Come on, Genevieve. She doesn’t say a word. Instead, she scowls at me, arms folded and tapping her foot. You know how teens are. They think the world revolves around them. She’s punishing me for making her put her story on hold.
I ignore her and attempt a light copy edit—the phone rings again. “Hey, Mom.” It’s my next to youngest daughter. After watching even more of my time tick away. I convince her to call my oldest daughter where they can chat with each other.
I reheat my coffee and sit back down. Again. Are you over being mad, Genevieve? When she turns her back and stomps off into the dark recesses of my mind, I take it as a sure sign she’s angry. Please come back. I’ll turn my ringer off. I promise, no more phone interruptions.
After several minutes of coaxing, I finally get her to come back. Just as we are ready to pick back up, I hear the muffled sounds of Ryleigh crying.
I jump up and stick my head in the door. “Erin,” I yell. “Wake up and get Ryleigh. I really need to write today.”
After two more times of opening the front door and yelling at my youngest daughter to wake up, she finally does and the crying stops.
I sigh as I sit back down. Sorry, Genevieve. She is seething. You know how teens and young adults are. After all, you are one. DUH! We argue a few minutes, then get back to work. I get lost in my writing, then the next thing I know it’s early afternoon. Time to grab a bite to eat, start the laundry and start supper before getting on with the rest of my day.

Myths. Legends. Fairytales. For most people they are stories, but for one girl they are her history. Genevieve finds herself in a world she never knew existed. And she's not sure if she wants to be a part of it.

Genevieve Labreck is back with a score to settle. Her mom has been kidnapped by Zane, hybrid and all-around monster. Rumors fly that Gen’s mom is holed away in Prague, a city recognized by humans for its serene beauty and intense culture, but Gen and Will know something humans don’t. Prague is haunted by dark, evil forces.

Can Gen and Will save her mom, or will they be too late?

Some will live, others will fall. At what price do you walk away from those you love?

Inside a castle tower high in the mountains Genevieve is being held against her will. Can she escape her gilded cage and find the answers she seeks? As Genevieve's birthday nears, time is running out. Who can she trust?  Peter?  Dahlia? Or maybe a dark stranger Laszlo is holding in the dungeon? Mistakes are made...  The race is on to reach Alaska. To gather the Adlet Wolves and find William. Is Genevieve's and William's love enough to save them? Save their friends?  Laszlo is close and on the night of the Blood Moon plans are made for the All Hallow's Eve Ball... The Ceremony. The Sacrifice.  When the blood moon crests will Genevieve die?
Author Bio:
Obsessive coffee drinker, unicorn enthusiast, batman devotee, video rock band guitarist, softball fan, rockin grandma, voracious reader, and award winning author of YA/urban fantasy and suspense/thriller novels and short stories.


Aaron Paul Lazar said...

Robin, I hope your virtual book tour is going fantastic! I love your writing style and your covers are just beautiful. Thanks for being here on Murder By 4!

Kim Smith said...

Wow how did I miss these books?? Welcome robin! I write YA too. Totally understand your chagrin! Good luck with Gen.