Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Guest Post: A. Finlay talking about "Shadows of Light"

My story didn’t begin the way most author’s do. Not that most authors start in the same manner, but you get my drift.

It all started with a cult. I call it a cult because that’s the easiest way for you to understand what I’m talking about, without me having to list every rule I was bound by. Also, I’m dramatic and it sounds punchier.


Sitting at church every Sunday, Wednesday night and Saturday, bible on lap I found myself reading further on than was being spoken about. The bible has so many spiritual wars and awesome storylines that never get referred to, it’s sort of bizarre that they keep remaking Noah movies over and over again. Demons, devils, angels, sniveling beasts and ethereal warriors are scattered throughout the bible. I’d say “Lord of the Rings eat your heart out,” but this is not an Indiana Jones movie and consumption of hearts is not encouraged. Unless they are chocolate hearts, then carry on. I digress.

So therein lies the interest that seeped into the pages of my trilogy, the ultimate good versus evil, except with some characters who are not quite good and others who are only mostly evil.

I didn’t write creatively when I was younger. In fact, I barely did homework. I quit school after year ten, moved out of home and got a job in a skateboard shop. So no one expected me to become an author.

But maybe that’s exactly what they should have expected. I was that kid who got left alone a lot. At school I was the weirdo who went to church, at church I was the younger sister who was nowhere near as cool as her older sibling. I remember being on church camps, which went for an insane amount of time, and I’d end up down at the river by myself, trying not to cry and just hanging out with the nature around me. Looking back, those are some of the fondest childhood memories I have. In a really good way.

I was also a dreamer. When I was only about five years old, I found it really hard to get to sleep. One night my mum told me to think of a story, so I did just that. Every night. But I’d get so into the stories that I would have even more trouble sleeping. There was always a boy, a dangerous situation, and me being the hero.

In real life though, I was shy. Being an insecure extravert is a torturous personality trait to have (especially when your are boy crazy but painfully awkward).

I married young and divorced, well, pretty young too. I’m unsure if there’s a record for the youngest divorcee, but I’m a keen contender. Thus ended my religious upbringing, as divorce is a sin (but being encouraged to marry at eighteen to ‘avoid fornication’ is not). I’m not bitter, just theatrical. I’d moved states for the guy, so most of my family were miles away, my friends weren’t allowed to talk to me (in case they caught my sin I think), and I found myself in one bad relationship after the next (No offence to any of my ex’s, I’m sure they mutually think I’m barking mad).

So there I was, twenty something, living with the worst guy I’d ever dated, confused about life, on my way back to my dead-end job after four weeks off, and I decided to write a book. Shadows of Light, my first novel, my soul piece is about a girl trying to figure out who she is and what she wants. It starts at a similar place in her life to where I was; isolated from friends and family, miserable in my job, no direction. I tell people that the story changed as I added demons, angels, fantasy, but if I’m honest it didn’t really. In a lot of ways they are metaphors for things I was dealing with… minus the boyfriend. The fact that I wrote him out of my book should have hinted me to get out of the relationship, but he made an appearance in other ways. Did I mention there are demons in the story?

I then took it one step further and wrote a gorgeous man into the book who was absolutely nothing like the man I was dating. He changed my life. Every girl knows what she deserves, she just doesn’t believe it exists. Or she’s bored or something. But writing about my ideal man helped me realise what I wanted. So I left my horrible boyfriend.

Only months after writing Shadows of Light, it happened to me. I met the man that not even my dreams could fathom.

I’m now married with an eight-month-old daughter, and life is great. I’m also only chapters away from closing out the Shadows of Light trilogy.

So you see, becoming an author was not that much of a stretch. Had I have known at school that I’d have a passion for writing, I might have passed English. But what is the point of success if it’s all you’ve ever known?

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Some people run away from the past, but Aaliya’s past is running away from her. The friends she could always count on are breaking ties and she can’t fathom why. 

As her summer holiday from work draws to a depressing close, she wakes to find a creature watching her in the night. She attempts to pass it off as a hallucination, only to come face to face with an ethereal being telling her to run.
Aaliya is left questioning the spiritual realm.

Her path crosses with a mysterious guy from work, and she can’t get him out of her mind. But something isn’t right. He’s always around when the dark creatures are watching.
Aaliya soon discovers she is more than human. 

She has abilities. 

As Aaliya uncovers her dark ancestry, she comes face to face with her own demons. She learns that the line between good and evil is sometimes a matter of perspective, and war can be declared from a simple lack of understanding. 

Shadows of Light dares to play in the Christian genre without advocating religion. The story and its characters, honour the origins of angel and demon legends with biblical quotes that may just have you wondering if the creatures are real.



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She's been named Lexia, 'man's defender', by the one who raised her and died for her, the man she called her father.
She's been named Maura, 'for darkness', by the woman who created her, a mother who sees her as a weapon, and tool for power.
She has battled for her freedom, for the revenge of her father’s death, and then given it all up to save the man she loves.
She's given up her soul, her humanity, and now, there is only one question left. Can she create her own destiny or is she bound to follow the fate set for her before she was born?

Maura?

Lexia?
Only one thing is certain; war is coming.

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Her breath gasped out of her in a sudden hiss, dying off to a gargled cry as the cage inside of her burst open. Every kill, every emotion she’d locked away, burst out.
Her foot hit the break before he’d even jumped in her path – because she knew he was here. There was only one person in the world who could strip away every shield she’d wrapped around herself. Only one person who could reach her soul, her heart through the mountain of pain and torment inside of her.
“Linc,” she cried breathlessly, her eyes searching the dark night.
Finding the glow of his eyes first, Lexia stared as the black panther loped out of the trees, flashing his eyes at her.
He’d found her. After all this time, he’d found her. Stepping out of the vehicle in a daze, the torrential rain soaked her clothes instantly. Her feet struggled to find footing in the sodden earth.  She walked toward the majestic cat. Standing in the beam of the headlights, overcome with emotions, she was stripped of words, lost in the chaos of her mind.
“Linc,” Lexia whispered, afraid her dream may shatter into a million pieces, but Lincoln wasn’t a dream. He’d found her – just like she always knew he would. Her past had been galloping toward her and had finally collided.
“Lexia?” Derrick murmured softly, placing his hand on her shoulder. The caring gesture snapped her out the daze.
“Take your hand from my mate, hunter,” Lincoln growled as he suddenly shifted.
“Lincoln, leave him,” she said, taking a tentative step toward him. “What are you doing here?” She sighed longingly.
“I promised you I’d never let the darkness take you. You are mine, Lex. The hunters can’t have you.”
Sucked back to a memory, Lexia dropped to her knees screaming, the skull-cracking pain in her head too much to bear. She could hear Lincoln and Derrick shouting at her, but she’d lost all control of her body. Falling forward, her hands gripped the ground as they were swallowed by thick mud.
She sat in Lincoln’s arms. His warmth seeped into her bones, warming her down to her very soul.
“Killing is never easy, Lex, but sometimes it’s necessary. Sometimes we have no choice. You have to find balance, find a way to deal with it before it destroys you.”
“No, Linc, you’re wrong. The killing, that’s easy. To me it’s as natural as breathing. Admitting deep down inside to enjoying it, to relish in the power I have over people, that’s the hard part. That part will destroy me, because one day, I might stop being disgusted with myself. One day, I might truly be lost and every kill – every life I take – will give me pleasure, make me smile. I hope that day never comes.”
“Lexia,” he whispered. 
“Just give me space, Linc, please?” She rose from his lap, feeling like she didn’t deserve his love.
“Lexia, that will never happen. Are you listening? I will never let that happen.”
The memory broke free the feelings she’d hidden inside of her. Gripping her head, she rocked as she remembered faces of the dead, their screams, their pleas, and her joy.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to them. “I’m so sorry.” Dragging in a deep breath in hopes of calming herself, she concentrated to the frantic beating of her heart. Each pump whooshed in her ears, drowning out the memories.
Her eyes found Lincoln. Remembering how he’d smiled, how his eyes would burn with desire…she remembered every sweet smile, every caress. Oh, how she missed his touch, missed feeling like the most treasured person in the world.
It didn’t matter how much it hurt to feel as she did around him. It didn’t matter how many people Maura had killed with her hands. Lincoln had the power to reach through every layer of darkness. There was no power equal to his love.
The words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them. “My pretty panther,” she said on a broken sob. Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at him as he took a step toward her. Rain mixed with the tears running down her face as she remained powerless to move.
Lincoln dropped to his knees with a pained cry, his eyes looking vulnerably human. Unable to speak, she smiled through her sobs, tilting her head ever so slightly before giving in and falling into his arms. Pulling back, she stared into his eyes, her fingers touching his face, as he touched hers, lips crashing together in desperation. They kissed, rain dripping from their hair, mingling with their tears.
The rain blinded them and froze their tortured souls. It was tragic and divine, and as they pulled apart, Lexia felt herself fracture. Every broken, patched back together piece of her fell apart. Her power left her in a broken cry as her eyes turned blue. She fell onto her hands, resting her head against his chest.
“Linc, you should have never come. Why did you come? You’ve put yourself in danger,” she said against his chest, taking every effort to keep the tremble from her words, yet failing.
“How could I just leave you? Come with me, Lex,” he begged.
“I can’t. It’s not that simple.” She wished there was some other way. Wished she had somehow ended up in a universe where her ledger was clean.

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Drawn into a world she thought impossible, Lexia’s innocent night of partying leaves her dazed, confused and asking questions she’s not sure she wishes to know the answers to.
Attacked by vampires, Lexia’s ability to defend herself triggers events she can't escape. Before long, she struggles to keep up a façade around her friends and family.
Then, there is Lincoln. Finding herself irresistibly drawn to him, Lexia senses he desires something more dangerous than a simple romance. Lincoln has secrets and what she learns changes her life forever.
A story of love, loss, and, betrayal, Lexia and Lincoln’s lives will never be the same again.




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All Lexia ever wanted was to graduate from high school and leave Deadwood.  Now she would give anything to have her quiet life back.  With her Father murdered and her best friend, Alice kidnapped. Life is anything but simple.
Despite the odds, Lexia and Lincoln, the panther shifter she has fallen in Love with, rescue Alice.  On their journey, Lexia meets the one person she least expected to see again, her mother.
Seemingly abandoned as a baby, secrets unravel and lexia learns who she really is.  Her Mother created her and she was created for one purpose only...
Darkness.
Only one thing is certain, sacrifices will be made and lives will be lost.



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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Book Spotlight: "Shadows of Light" by A. Finlay

Some people run away from the past, but Aaliya’s past is running away from her. The friends she could always count on are breaking ties and she can’t fathom why. 

As her summer holiday from work draws to a depressing close, she wakes to find a creature watching her in the night. She attempts to pass it off as a hallucination, only to come face to face with an ethereal being telling her to run.
Aaliya is left questioning the spiritual realm.

Her path crosses with a mysterious guy from work, and she can’t get him out of her mind. But something isn’t right. He’s always around when the dark creatures are watching.
Aaliya soon discovers she is more than human. 

She has abilities. 

As Aaliya uncovers her dark ancestry, she comes face to face with her own demons. She learns that the line between good and evil is sometimes a matter of perspective, and war can be declared from a simple lack of understanding.

 
Shadows of Light dares to play in the Christian genre without advocating religion. The story and its characters, honour the origins of angel and demon legends with biblical quotes that may just have you wondering if the creatures are real.


Genre: Urban Fantasy
Length: 356 pages

What people are saying about "Shadows of Light"

Amazon Review

"Shadows of light is an amazing read. Don't let the religious aspects of the book scare you off. This book will have you hooked and begging for more. I couldn't put it down and cannot wait for the next installment."

GoogleBooks Review

"What a brilliant start to this trilogy! An unexpected delight with twists and turns that keep you on your toes - and most importantly, keep you reading."

Where can I get my copy? 

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About the author  

A. Finlay (Alison Finlay) is an Australian Fiction Author, residing in Melbourne. She began writing the Shadows of Light trilogy in January 2009, when she was 25 years old and by June of the same year she had finished the first manuscript and planned the next two books in the series.


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With the launch of Book 3 - Holocaust on the horizon, Rachel M Raithby  has re-released Book 1 Lexia and Book 2 Whispers Of Darkness with brand new Covers and Interiors.  They are on sale starting today and until the Release Day Blitz for Holocaust.  Today is also the exclusive Reveal of
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Drawn into a world she thought impossible, Lexia’s innocent night of partying leaves her dazed, confused and asking questions she’s not sure she wishes to know the answers to.

Attacked by vampires, Lexia’s ability to defend herself triggers events she can't escape. Before long, she struggles to keep up a façade around her friends and family.

Then, there is Lincoln. Finding herself irresistibly drawn to him, Lexia senses he desires something more dangerous than a simple romance. Lincoln has secrets and what she learns changes her life forever. 

A story of love, loss, and, betrayal, Lexia and Lincoln’s lives will never be the same again.
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All Lexia ever wanted was to graduate from high school and leave Deadwood. Now she would give anything to have her quiet life back.  With her Father murdered and her best friend, Alice kidnapped, life is anything but simple.

Despite the odds, Lexia and Lincoln, the panther shifter she has fallen in love with, rescue Alice.  On their journey, Lexia meets the one person she least expected to see again, her mother. Seemingly abandoned as a baby, secrets unravel and Lexia learns who she really is.  

Her Mother created her and she was created for one purpose only... Darkness.
Only one thing is certain, sacrifices will be made and lives will be lost.

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She's been named Lexia, 'man's defender', by the one who raised her and died for her, the man she called her father.
She's been named Maura, 'for darkness', by the woman who created her, a mother who sees her as a weapon, and tool for power.
She has battled for her freedom, for the revenge of her father’s death, and then given it all up to save the man she loves.
She's given up her soul, her humanity, and now, there is only one question left. Can she create her own destiny or is she bound to follow the fateset for her before she was born?
Maura?
Lexia?
Only one thing is certain; war is coming.

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"Interesting,” Lexia murmured as the pack of wolves surrounded her, each snarling and snapping their teeth, just waiting to rip her to shreds. The dark grey wolf directly in front of her shifted. 

“What about this situation is interesting, hunter?” 

“That a pack of alpha wolves would band together. I presumed you were a normal pack.” She smiled as his face turned to shock. “Yes, I can tell you are all alphas. Just like I’ve known you’ve been living around our base for the past week.” 

“Then why would you walk to your death? Is that what you want, hunter?” 

Lexia feigned a laughed, both bored and amused. She needed to wear her mask here. Bringing shifters into the play could work either in Lexia’s favor or against. “I’m not afraid of death, but I did not come here seeking it. I came to make you a deal.” 

“We do not make deals with hunters,” he growled, his jaw clenching. 

“Yes, I thought you might say that but I think you should listen to what I have to say before we fight. It has been a while since I’ve had a worthwhile opponent, but I really would rather work with you than waste your lives.” 

Lexia suppressed the repulsive shiver threatening to travel down her spine; her words were so like Maura, she felt her stir within. The awakening darkness hoped to take hold again. 

He smiled at her and Lexia sighed. Do I really have to do this? Why can’t things be easy for once? As the wolf behind her crept closer, she kept her eyes focused on the two black wolves at her front. “It really is impressive you’ve banded together to take down the hunters. My mother is quite pissed off with you.” The wolf was a few yards away from her back. “No families to protect, no weaker pack members to be held as threats. Ten strong, top of the pack wolves ready and willing to die for their cause.” 

She moved, whipping around in a blur, her leg curling into the air, kicking out into the wolf’s side. He flew across the ground as the other two leapt. Twisting toward the floor, Lexia missed the first wolf as it sailed over her head and met the third full on. They crashed to the floor, soil flying up into the air. Lexia didn’t try to get away. Instead, she ignored the sharp teeth that ripped her flesh. Wrapping her arms around the wolf, she squeezed, hearing one, two, three ribs crack. The wolf whimpered, his grip on her flesh loosening until he was pinned beneath her, a knife to his throat. 

The urge to release the wolf and run coursed through her. She looked into the wolf’s eyes seeing the monster she’d become, the monster her mother had made. Only the need to see her mother’s demise kept her together. 

“Impressive. You’re strong, but you all still have your humanity. I may not have your mate, child, brother, or friend held at knifepoint, but you still care. You’d all feel something if I sliced my knife into his throat. Someone once told me your humanity was your strength. Maybe it is. If I killed this wolf now, you’d all fight with a strength powered by loss, revenge, and maybe I wouldn’t get out of it. First though, will you listen to me? Just hear me out, and then by all means, try to kill me.” 

Lexia stood up, backing away from the wolf at her feet, palms up and looking at the man who remained in his human form. 

“Who are you?” he asked. 

“I’m Maura, or maybe you’ve heard of me by the name Lexia?” Her choice to use Maura purely so Lincoln wouldn’t find out she was back. She might be Lexia again, but never could she be his Lexia, his Wildcat. By the widening of his eyes and sharp intake of breath, he knew. 

“You’re Lincoln Turner’s mate.” 

“No, I’m not. I’ll never be her again. I am a hunter and I’ll die a hunter. First though, I plan to kill my mother and destroy her plans.” Lexia was surprised by the calm, level tone she upheld. Just the mention of Lincoln’s name caused her insides to lurch. 

“You’d kill your own mother?” he asked surprised. 

“Do not mistake me for someone who cares. I feel nothing for her. I feel nothing.” The lie rolled easily off her tongue. It was days like today, when she so easily slipped on Maura’s mask, that she wondered who she truly was. She wanted with all of her soul to be Lexia, but the name didn’t quite fit anymore. She’d spilt too much blood, and Maura; Maura represented the darkest of her days, a darkness she never wanted to visit again.

“But why would you want the hunters dead in the first place?” 

“My reasons are none of your concern. Will you help me or not?” 

“Why not just kill her yourself?” he asked, standing firm. 

“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to kill her, but she is not the only problem. There is more than one head to this monster and not all are so easily within my reach. It appears some of the humans are behind this program.” 

Lexia wasn’t sure of everyone who needed to be eliminated. All she knew was it would be an impossible task to take on alone. 

“Human?” he whispered, looking horrified. “Yes, shifter, monsters come in all shapes and forms.” 

“How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” 

“You don’t, but I’m hoping one of you is called Adam?”

Lexia silently pleaded with the universe for her hunch to be right. A white wolf fidgeted to her right. “I’m also guessing what brought the ten of you together was your hatred for the hunters. You’ve chosen to fight instead of hiding, which means you’ve either a death wish, or have nothing left to live for, other than revenge, and the grief of those you’ve lost.”

Still the wolves seemed unaffected by her words. Lexia decided to put her cards on the table. Turning, she looked at the white wolf she hoped was the Adam who belonged to the shifter woman locked in her room. “Adam, Sahara is still alive.” 

He shifted, anger and desperation evident on every line on his face. Stepping forward, his body language screamed of aggression. 

“Where is she? How do I know you are telling the truth?” His words were savage, etched with the growl of his wolf. Lexia held her hand toward him. 

“Here. I rubbed my hand through her hair before I left.” The other shifter stepped out, his arm blocking Adam’s path. 

“Adam! She could just be tricking you. You’ve seen how fast she moves. Her knife could be in your chest in seconds.” 

Lexia pulled her sword from its sheath and her knife from the holder on her thigh. Throwing them to the ground, she inhaled deeply, hoping she’d not just made a grave mistake.

“I mean you no harm.” She offered her hand again. Adam walked slowly forward, his grey eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he took her hand and brought it to his nose. The second he caught the scent of his mate, his whole body relaxed and he clung onto Lexia’s hand breathing deeper. 

“Sahara,” he whispered. Lexia felt the pain in his words as if they were her own. For a second, she imagined it was Lincoln in front of her. For a second, she longed to be with her mate again. 

“She’s alive, Adam, and I’m willing to get her out in exchange for your pack’s help,” she said dully. Her words no longer sounded like Maura’s. Just being around shifters brought her so much pain, so much longing. 

“Anything,” he whispered, releasing her hand. Emotion filled eyes. 

“Now wait, Adam, you can’t decide for us all. She might never follow through, and Sahara could be dead,” the shifter ground out through clenched teeth while the rest of the wolves grew visibly restless. 

“Grey, if there was a chance your mate was alive, you’d have us all walk to our deaths for her,” Adam stated. 

“Just so you know, I don’t have long. Leaving the compound isn’t the easiest of tasks, and Sahara doesn’t have long either. The reason my mother is capturing shifters is because she’s experimenting on them. I broke Sahara out earlier, but her disappearance has been noticed.” They all growled in unison, closing in. 

Lexia held her ground when her every instinct said run. “Kill me now and there is no one to help her. My mother will stop at nothing to get what she wants.” She took a small step toward Grey, grounding out, “Will you help me?” 

“Why not ask your panther to help you?” he spat. Lexia paused, as she silently struggled with an explanation that wouldn’t give too much away. Lincoln would do anything for her but she knew they could never be together again. She’d done too much to deserve that happy ending. 

“I do not want him involved,” she snapped. 

“So you still do care?” Grey stated smugly. 

Yes, so so much. Though Lexia would never admit that. “You are all the same, grasping at any sign of hope, of emotion. If Lincoln were involved, he’d be too busy trying to save me, but I was lost a long time ago. I may not come out of this alive, and I don’t care, but he does. That will jeopardize the mission and he’d end up dead. I joined my mother so he could live. I gave up my life, my humanity for him. It would all be pointless if he died.” 

Grey smiled and Lexia wasn’t sure why; wasn’t sure what secret she’d given away. Do you see through the mask I cling to so precariously? 

“We’ll help you once we’ve received Sahara.” 

“Good. Sahara will arrive after dark today. She’ll be hidden inside a truck on a supply run. Do not show yourself until you are sure it’s her. She will be with a hunter. Harm him and our deal is off. Sahara must be taken far away from here. Lucy Hunter can never know I helped you, not yet anyway.” 

Lexia turned, walking away with an emotion she’d not felt in a long time swirling within her. Hope. 

“Lexia, how will we get the information from you?” 

Looking back as she walked, Lexia called, “I’ll find you.” Her pace quickened, ready to run. “Oh, and, Grey, tell no one of this meeting. Not even Linc.”     

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