Monday, July 14, 2014

Blog Tour: Stardancer and The Consort by Ariel MacArran (Excerpt and a GIVEAWAY!!!)

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Title: Stardancer 
Author: Ariel MacArran 
Genre: Sci-Fiction Romance 18 +
  Published Date: October 14, 2013 
Publisher: Here Be Dragons 

~Synopsis~
Kinara crosses into Az-kye space seeking revenge but her act of vengeance goes horribly wrong when her ship is captured. Defeated and enslaved Kinara offers herself to Aidar, the Az-kye commander, in exchange for her crew's protection. But this warrior wants much more than just her submission, he wants her to give herself completely . . .
 

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Ariel’s three favorite quotes from Stardancer and why. 
‘How sweet this moment had seemed in the safety of her rooms when she’d imagined it. The bile rose in her throat. With this last order she was going condemn everyone on that ship to death. 
Maybe — maybe I should—’ 
Ariel: I love this because it’s the very start of Kinara’s maturing in the story arc. This is the moment when she realizes how serious—how out of hand—the situation has gotten. People are going to die here and she’s going to be responsible; it’s a heavy burden and not one that she wants to shoulder. 
‘“You will disobey me?” 
“No. You can order me to your bed but that isn’t the same as my choosing it, is it?”’ 
Ariel: This is part of the conversation between Aidar and Kinara after her ship has been captured. She and her crew have been taken prisoner and enslaved but Aidar has chosen her for himself. She’s alone with him, unarmed, separated from her people but just with her wits and courage Kinara holds her own so well that Aidar is the one at a disadvantage. 
‘She suddenly had a heart-wrenching thought. “Aidar, if we had a child, he couldn’t admit to being half Tellaran, could he?”’ 
Ariel: Aidar and Kinara’s relationship has a lot of conflict and a whole lot has to be solved before they get their (well deserved!) happy ending. This is when Kinara has realized that she’s ready to commit to Aidar, to be part of Az-kye society but she’s still Tellaran too. She’s not about to give up what makes her herself and that means Aidar and Kinara need to work together to find a way to forge a future together.

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  Title: The Consort Author: Ariel MacArran Genre: Science Fiction Romance 18 + Published Date: June 6, 2014 Publisher: Here Be Dragons Organizer: Literati Author Services, Inc.
~ Book Synopsis ~
After spending a year enslaved by the Az-kye, Commander Kyndan Maere has good reason to hate them. On the eve of peace between the Tellaran Realm and the Az-kye Empire, Kyndan finds himself drawn into a duel for the hand of Alari, the First Imperial Daughter. When their passion ignites, Kyndan learns the only thing harder than winning this princess would be losing her . . .

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Excerpt

Kyndan’s nostrils flared. All those months being regarded as less than an insect, all the abuse, the humiliations he’d suffered as slave on this world because the festering Az-kye thought themselves superior to Tellarans. The burning frustration of seeing his crew treated the same, the powerless rage of that year, seared through his mind in a flash of red.
The empress addressed the High Priestess. “This man is unworthy. Continue with—”
 Kyndan’s fists clenched. “The frack I am!
His crude shout echoed through the arched hall of the Az-kye palace. Kyndan saw Aidar go pale; he heard the scandalized gasps of the court but he was past caring about any of that. 
“I am a Tellaran warrior. She chose me,” Kyndan said, jerking his chin at Alari. “You want a fight, Az-kye?” he demanded, narrowing his gaze at Jazan and bared his teeth.  “I’ll give you one!”
Jazan’s eyes went cold and cruel. “Then I will take challenge now.”
Aidar addressed the High Priestess urgently. “Commander Maere does not know the rules of the Circle. He must be allowed time to prepare. You must allow a month at minimum.”
“A month?” Jazan exclaimed, then turned his eyes to the High Priestess.  “You cannot allow such!”
The High Priestess addressed Kyndan, her eyes regretful. “If you would claim yourself worthy, Tellaran warrior, then you must be worthy now. I will allow you an hour to prepare yourself.”
“You deem him worthy to be mated to an Imperial Daughter?” the empress demanded with an outraged gesture at Kyndan.
“I do not have to.” Celara raised her eyebrows. “Your daughter did when she named him, Imperial Majesty.” The High Priestess touched Alari’s arm. “You will be under my protection until challenge is decided, child.”
Alari’s face had blanched and she sent him a pleading gaze, shaking her head ever so slightly.
He wet his lips. Was she regretting her hasty choice, then?
“Hold on,” Kyndan said. “She and I need to talk alone first.”
Jazan moved between them like an eclipse, a wall of black animal skins and muscle.
“You will never speak to her alone, Tellaran,” Jazan snarled. “And in an hour I will kill you in the Circle.”
The Az-kye warrior stalked off. With a final look of distaste in his direction, the empress whirled on her heel to stride away, her attendants flying after her. The High Priestess drew the princess along as the court exchanged shocked, excited whispers.
Alari looked over her shoulder at him, her dark eyes wide with horror. 
“Oh, frack me,” Kyndan managed. “It’s a fight to the death?”
 

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About the Author

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Ariel MacArran has loved books and writing since childhood. Growing up in New York City, her first self-published works (at 5) were made with construction paper and yarn and featured original stories and illustrations by the author. She holds a degree in English and a Masters in Counseling. Ariel lives in Charleston, South Carolina with her family.
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