Sunday, August 23, 2015

Dream Big! (But Know That Humanity Is Basically Doomed)

So here's the thing. I just saw TOMORROWLAND (I know, I'm way behind on movies) and it puzzled me.  The message of the film (hammered home with the delicate subtlety of a piano being repeatedly dropped on your head) is that Dreamers are our most precious resources, we must foster them and they can fix any calamity but only if we never ever stop believing in the possibilities of the future.

Yay!  Lovely message, eh?

And it would be, if the basic pretext of the entire film wasn't an assumption that human beings, as a whole, will latch onto any hint of negativity and replicate it diligently until they destroy the world with their persistent Doomsday thinking.

It was strange to me that a film whose entire purpose was to be all "Optimism, rah!" was founded on an assumption so inherently pessimistic.

Also, I gotta say it kind of bugged me that they used dystopian novels like 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 as negative examples--examples of that negative Doomsday thinking--when the entire movie was set up as a dystopian story.  Seriously?

The point of dystopian novels is not to show us that we're doomed!  It's to show that we can break out of that doom if we are only aware of it, that man can rise above, even when we have boxed ourselves into a corner in our quest for perfection/safety/etc.  So why would you use dystopian stories as a symptom of the apocalypse in your heavy-handed Story of Hope?  Especially when your Story of Hope is a dystopian story!  Come on, people.  Think it through!

So while I loved the "Yay, Dreamers!" aspect and several other elements of the story, the basic contradiction of optimism/pessimism confused me like there was no tomorrow.  (See what I did there?)

Friday, August 21, 2015

How to Make Vivi's Release Week Perfect:

Step One:

Send me lovely Facebook notifications of sterling reviews for my precious babies:

"My visit with Lone Pine Pride, while over too soon, was a delightful and passionate way to spend my evening and I can't wait to visit these fascinating shifters again." -4 Stars, Literary Addicts. FULL REVIEW.

"Breathtaking paranormal romance [...] While I certainly do not want to be on Dominec's bad side, that is one tiger I wouldn't mind tangling with because he certainly captured my heart." -5 Stars, Literary Addicts. Full Review.


Step Two: 

Flood me with sweet tweets, including mentioning me in the same tweet as Kate Elliott and Chuck Wendig.  (Squee!)



Step Three:

Cake for every other meal!  (It was my birthday and I do not believe on holding back when it comes to cake.)  ;)


THANK YOU to everyone who celebrated with me, either in person or online.  I hope you continue to enjoy the Lone Pine Pride! 

Thursday, August 20, 2015

We Join This Series Already In Progress...

Good morning, darlings!  Today I'm visiting Fresh Fiction to chat about Tiger and on-going series.  Are you a start-from-the-beginning reader or a just-dive-in-wherever reader?  Come join the conversation!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Which Lone Pine Pride Shifter Are YOU?

Ever wondered how you would fit into the Lone Pine Pride?  Take this quiz to find out which shifter you are!

TAKE THE QUIZ.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

TANGLING WITH THE TIGER Release Day!!!

Happy TANGLING WITH THE TIGER Release Day!  Today is doubly special because it is also my birthday.  What better present than to have a book I adore launching out into the world today!

I'll be visiting the Samhain Cafe, and chatting about milestones and birthdays (and giving away a book) over at the Ruby blog, but if you just want to check out Grace & Dominec's story, read on! 


It might be love. If they don’t kill each other first.

Siberian tiger-shifter Dominec Giroux doesn’t play well with others. Horribly scarred by the Organization scientists who killed his family and tried to turn him into their pet assassin, his sanity has been hanging by a thread ever since his escape.

His one reason for living—revenge. But when he snaps during one of the shifters’ strikes against the Organization and goes on a killing spree, it doesn’t go over so well with his pride mates.

As the only female lieutenant in Lone Pine Pride history, Grace Calaveras has a lot to prove, and a lot on her plate. The last thing she needs to deal with is Dominec’s brand of crazy, but until she can get him under control, she’s his babysitter.

It would take a miracle for these two to find common ground, but when they’re sent on a mission that could impact the future of every shifter in the world, lioness and tiger form an uneasy alliance…and unleash an attraction that could be their salvation. If it doesn’t destroy them both.

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Monday, August 17, 2015

My Date with a Tiger

Happy TANGLING WITH THE TIGER Almost-Release Day!  Today I'm visiting the Samhain blog and chatting about my "research" trip to a Thai tiger sanctuary.  Come on by and tell me about your own insane travel stories.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Lone Pine Lovin'

Tangling with the Tiger releases in just four days, so now is the perfect time to be catching up on Lone Pine Pride reading - and Fresh Fiction seems to agree with me.  Today what should pop into my inbox, but a notice about a shiny new review from Fresh Fiction for Hawk's Revenge.  Behold!

"There's a good mix of extraordinarily believable shapeshifters populating this tale, from black bears to lynxes. [...] HAWK'S REVENGE is well worth a  read for fans of paranormal romance. Just don't get clawed."

Check out the FULL REVIEW.

Thank you, Fresh Fiction!

Now, who's ready for some tigers?  ;)

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Tangling Teaser Tuesday!

Happy #TeaserTuesday! It's only one week until TANGLING WITH THE TIGER is released into the wild! How's about a little peek inside? 

Dominec and Grace aren't your typical couple...

**
She wasn’t sure what made her pause with her hand on the latch. A whisper of sound, a trace of a scent, or maybe just that awareness of someone watching her that shivered across her nerve endings.
She turned, hand still on the latch, and looked up. She didn’t see him, but instinct overruled her senses and told her he was there.
“Spying is rude, you perv,” she called—pitching her voice softly so she wouldn’t wake her closest neighbors if they were already sleeping.
Nothing. But the certainty that he was up there didn’t diminish.
“Dominec.” Sharper this time. A smidge louder. “Get your ass down here. I know you’re there.”
The scrape of a claw against shingles. A heavy body shifting above her head.
She was so prepared to see the pale yellow tiger leap to the ground beside her, she stumbled back a step when Dominec dropped to a crouch beside her in human form. His hands were partially shifted to give himself a better grip, but his clothes were damp from the snow, proving he’d been up there in human form for a while.
Dumbass. It would serve him right if he got hypothermia.
The wet cloth clung to the muscles of his shoulders and chest, accentuating the sculpted strength of his human form. His hair was damp as well, the jet-black locks curling more with the moisture, lending him a false air of boyishness. The night shadows did nothing to hide his scars—if anything making them even more ghoulish—but she’d long since stopped being distracted by the marks. Instead she found herself captivated by the heated intensity in his black eyes. Dominec was unsettling on the best of days, but today she found herself unsettled in an entirely different way.
“What are you lurking up there for?” she demanded, her voice sharper than she’d intended, but she didn’t want him to see how he’d rattled her. “Are you stalking me?”
Dominec tipped his head to the side. She wasn’t surprised when he ignored the questions. “Is Kelly your mate?” he asked.
“What? No. Who told you that?” Shit. Was that the rumor going around the pride? Had Kelly started it? Just what she needed. For it to get back to her mother that she and Kelly were official.
Dominec’s expression darkened further. “You’re in love with the Hawk?”
She snorted. “Please.”
“Kye? Xander?”
“No.” What the hell was with men that they all needed you to be mated? Like their puny masculine brains couldn’t comprehend the idea of a woman who might be enough on her own.
“But you have a mate?”
“Not that it’s any of your fucking business either way—”
“Answer the question,” he snapped.
Typically she would tell someone who made that demand where he could shove his question. She had no idea why she answered. “No. I don’t have a mate. Happy?”
“Yes.”
He lunged for her with that insane speed—no one moved like Dominec—too fast for her to get her guard up. His hand closed on the side of her neck, his thumb along her jaw. She threw up a hand in an instinctive palm-heel strike, going for his solar plexus to knock his breath out and send him back a step, but his other hand redirected her strike away from his body, twisting his grip, his fingers locking around her wrist. Her free hand lifted as he leaned in to attack—head butt? Fangs to her throat?—but before she could make contact his lips pressed against hers and—
What the HELL?
He was kissing her.
Shock froze her muscles.
Dominec CrazyAss Giroux was kissing her.
And he was GOOD.

**TANGLING WITH THE TIGER - Coming AUGUST 18th!**