Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Giveaway and Review of Symphony of Light and Winter by Renea Mason

Hello and Welcome to the kickoff for Renea's tour!  I have had the pleasure of reading this gripping and completely unique book and can't wait to tell you all about it. But first, I asked the author to pull 10 of her favorite quotes from inside the book.  This will give you a little varied taste from whats inside.
Ten Quotes from Symphony of Light and Winter
“The way you are looking at me right now... Please, always look at me this way. Stare into my eyes and see me for who I am and know that there is nothing more than this. When the world calls things into question, you need not question me because I will always be here for you. The comfort I find in your eyes is new and frightening.” - Cyril
“Strangers? You know my name and I know yours; the formalities have been satisfied.” He smiled, charming and devastating. “Besides, isn’t the best part of friendship the discovery of one another? Friendship doesn’t start once you know all there is to know, it’s the journey we share.”  - Cyril
“I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Never! But you will obey me from now on. You will respect that I have more experience, and you will follow my orders. I told you to stay put. You could have been killed and I don’t know if I can bring you back. Do you have any idea what that would do to me? Your reckless behavior must stop. It’s not an option for either of us.” - Cyril 
There is no way to explain to her what I’ve done, how deeply I have bound us. The connection is so strong, I want to climb inside and live within her. If only she would allow me to touch her, to hold her, to make love to her willingly. With no coercion, no distress, no pretense. She’ll never know how deep my need goes, beyond the physical, beyond the soul. I don’t want to possess her, but rather combine myself with her so we are two halves of one whole. She is the end to my beginning and the beginning of my end. My balance. My completion. My salvation. My Light. -Cyril
“Don’t you understand, it’s the intense love I have for you that makes me such an idiot.” - Cyril 
Was it possible he wasn’t the supernatural manifestation of Murphy’s Law after all? - Linden
“Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and angry. I am. But if you knew the things they were thinking you’d better understand why I need to do what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over there? Let’s just say his tastes run a little dark. Ever spend considerable time naked with your hands bound behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth? He’s picturing you that way, this very instant.” - Cyril 
“Are you telling me you’re the Grim Reaper? Surely you’re not saying you’re Saint Peter?” - Linden
 He cycled through the playlist and stopped on a Sarah McLachlan song. He rolled his eyes. “All the artists on here are women who are either angry, Canadians, or lesbians. Hell, you have a few that fit all three categories on a Venn diagram.” - Clarence
Etopia Press
Symphony of Light and Winter
Symphony of Light Book One
Renea Mason
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Novel
Word Count: 88,375
Page Count: 389
Price: 5.99
ISBN: 978-1-940223-10-0
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: 06/21/2013
One woman. Seven men. All bound by one man’s undying devotion.
Fundraiser Linden Hill has a knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.
But ten years after watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous, but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…        

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Coming soon to Apple iBooks.  
Print edition available January 2014.

About the Author

Renea Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.

When she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.
Renea is a member of Romance Writers of America, The Paranormal Romance Guild and The Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal subchapter of the Romance Writers of America.

She is also a founding member of the Coffee Talk Writers.  http://coffeetalkwriters.com/

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A short excerpt to whet your appetite. 

Symphony of Light and Winter - 18 + Mature content

My amusement was interrupted by the absolute last thing I needed. Cyril. As if being in a room with a bunch of men who wanted me but didn’t know why and hated me for it wasn’t bad enough. In his black custom suit, he radiated power. He pulled at his cuff links as he stopped to survey the room.
Instead of trying to make my escape, I seized an opportunity to antagonize him. I was really starting to enjoy tormenting him.
“Good morning, Grim, it is nice of you to join us.”
“Grim. Ha! She called him Grim.” Rhys clapped his hands as he laughed.
Cyril didn’t acknowledge me or Rhys’s comment. He stood there for a very long time and looked around the room at each man. Nobody met his gaze but me. Cyril’s fists clenched at his side, jaw tight, and face furious.
“I warned all of you,” he addressed the room. He didn’t growl but rather wrapped his words with a subtle menace.
“Leave them alone. You know this is entirely your fault. If you would just think things through, you’d stop fucking everything up. I do have to say, of
all your fuckups, this one is certainly the most impressive and entertaining from my perspective.” I winked at Overton, who managed to glare at me even with his head practically bowed. Why were they so fucking subservient to him?
The next thing I knew, I was yanked from my seat and hoisted onto the counter. Cyril grabbed my ass and pulled me to the edge, forced my legs open, and stepped between them. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head against mine. It wasn’t his voice I heard but rather his mind. It felt like when I talked to myself but somehow I knew it was him. Strange, he had tone and inflection while communicating.
“You need to stop showing off in front of my men. Yes, I fucked up, but do you really want them to give in to their urges? Do you think you can fend them off? I could toss you to them and see how far you get. Is that what you want? Maybe I should let them have their way with you and pull up a chair to watch. I want you to think about something before you start to defy me. I’m the only one who can keep you safe. So it’s best you stop being a smart-ass for five seconds and listen to me. I’m going to do something that will piss you off. I’m warning you now it’s for your own good. You need to go along with it, no matter how angry you are at me. Don’t fight me. I’ll try to fix this but until then, I need to take a few precautions.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. If I thought something, could he hear me? Was this two-way communication? I tried to push him away.
He tightened his grip and his voice was in my head again.
“Stop it! Let me remind you that I have a special connection with these men. Not only can I read their thoughts but I can’t block them. I don’t have to try to receive them. I know exactly what each person in this room, besides you of course, is thinking right now.”
So that’s what Overton meant when he said Cyril had ways of finding out.
“The thoughts that assaulted me when I entered this room would make a porn star blush; every one of their little fantasies featured you.”
I giggled.
The voice growled. “Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and angry. I am. But if you knew the things they were thinking you’d better understand why I need to do what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over there? Let’s just say his tastes run a little dark. Ever spend considerable time naked with your hands bound behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth? He’s picturing you that way, this very instant.”
I stiffened. That didn’t at all appeal to me.
“Thor seems to think that you’d enjoy all of us taking you at the same time.”
And he seemed so quiet and sweet.
“Sinclair wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke, all the while telling you how it’s your entire fault. Rhys is thinking of how you would look sprawled out on the hood of his new sports car, and Overton...”
“NO!” I yelled.
It seemed like a violation of privacy with Overton. Unlike the others, I considered him a friend. I respected him too much.
“See, like it or not, I’m going to tell you what he’s thinking since it pisses me off the most. He thinks I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, to lay my claim. Once he gets past the fantasies of watching me fuck you, which he finds exceptionally arousing...”
There was a momentary pause to the voice and when he started again, he was angry.
“He then knocks on your bedroom door after you run crying from the room. You invite him in and he holds you in his arms while you cry about how I violated and humiliated you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to be your savior. He wants to save you from me. But he knows he can’t.”
I felt the moment he left my head, because a sudden wave of dizziness came over me.
With no more words, he tilted his head and placed his lips against mine. I fought the rigidity that tried to seize my body. I knew it was best to give in. I wouldn’t fight him, but I knew every time he got close, I ran the risk of losing myself. I was still way too angry to just give up.
His lips danced with mine as he nestled himself between my open thighs.
Was Overton right? How far would he take it? If it did go too far, would I be able to stop him? He was such a fucking weakness for me I honestly didn’t think I would.
He was gentle and softly stroked my back as his tongue made love to my mouth. With one hand he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him, and with the other he reached up, cupped my breast, and squeezed hard. His kiss grew frantic and I became caught up in the sensation, forgot where I was, and that I had an audience. He pushed me hard against his erection as he rubbed himself rhythmically against my core. “You are mine. You belong to me. Now say it! Let them all know who you belong to.”
Was he kidding? I hesitated.
He ran his fangs up the side of my neck in warning. He whispered in my ear, “Say it. You need to say it. Let them hear it come from your lips.” His hand drifted from my breast to the hem of my nightgown and pulled up one side so it rested in the crease where my leg met my hip.
Somehow the part of me that knew he was right surfaced, and the stubborn part of me took a momentary vacation. If I was his, they wouldn’t dare defy him. It would keep me safe.
His fingers toyed with the edge of my panties before tugging the fabric to the side to allow him to stroke my moist skin. He positioned himself at the juncture between my legs, allowing my naked flesh to gather friction from his cloth-covered cock.
“Yes, Cyril, I’m yours.”
With that, he struck. His fangs pierced my neck. The second of pain from his bite passed and the pleasure grew, igniting my veins with liquid desire. One arm tightened around me, pulling me harder
against his cock. The other held my head while he sucked harder. Each pull he took was linked to the sensitive place between my legs. He ground his hips into mine and I moaned. The first wave of climax hit, tensing muscles and pushing my breath out in a rush. This was new. He could do this just by biting me?
I shook in his arms as he drank. Tremor after tremor seized me as he took his fill. I was so caught up in the sensation I only vaguely noticed the moans and growls that escaped from behind his teeth. With one final pull, and a thrust of his hips, he finished with a crushing embrace as he removed his teeth from my neck.
“Mine!” he roared. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close. He dipped his head to lick closed the small punctures on my throat.
I threw my head back. My breathing slowed as the cloud that had invaded my head receded.
Son of a bitch! I just came in front of everyone while sitting on the kitchen counter!
I was afraid to open my eyes but when I did, he stared back.
He nuzzled my cheek. “I’m sorry. I only want to protect you. If you’re mine, no one will dare touch you. I needed to lay my claim but I didn’t want to take anything you hadn’t already offered. Since you’ve replenished me before I thought this might be more acceptable.”
I was angrier with myself than him.
He caressed my arms and back. When I mustered enough courage to look around, we were the only
people in the kitchen, with the exception of Overton, who stood in the doorway holding the keys to my car.
Cyril softly lifted my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I end up saying that far too often. But I need you to know, hearing those words from your lips...ah, hell. I can’t even explain it. Perhaps someday, you’ll utter them in truth.”

He placed his forehead against mine, took a deep breath. “Fuck. Maybe Overton is right. Maybe someone should save you from me.”




Erin F said...

thank you for sharing and congrats to Renea on the release!

BookLady said...

What an exciting book! Thanks for sharing the great excerpt. How many books are planned for the Symphony of Light series?

deb p said...

Good luck with the series.

Angela Fitzgerald said...

I have wanted to read her book for awhile now. The author is such a wonderful lady and will communicate with you where there's lots of authors that don't. Renea is a great lady and she loves her fans.
Angela F.

Natasha D said...

Sounds like an amazing read!!
Thanks for the excerpt and the chance to win!

Lisa Brown said...

Question: Where do the your ideas for the books, come from?

Michelle Willms said...

When working with so many characters within a book, how do you keep each person's voice distinctive? I also want to add I enjoyed the excerpt tremendously. I've seen the consistently high ratings; now I'm beginning to understand WHY they are so high. Holy hot tamale! That was absolutely delicious. Thank you so much for sharing.

Renea Mason said...

Thanks, Michelle! The characters are all so different it hasn't been hard to control voice. Linden, my heroine, gave me the hardest time, trying to keep true to her narration and dialogue while I put her through an emotional wringer. I'm glad you enjoyed the excerpt

Renea Mason said...

Hi Lisa! The characters tell me what to write. I simply do what I'm told. :)

Renea Mason said...

Thank you, Natasha!

Lisa Brown said...

I love that :)

Renea Mason said...

Always great to talk to you, Angela! Thanks for your kind words! I have contacted my publisher about doing an audio book version of Symphony. They currently do not do audio books but they are looking into it and I have offered to be a pioneer! Fingers crossed. I absolutely love audio books! As always, my best to you!

Renea Mason said...

Thanks, Deb!

Renea Mason said...

I honestly have no idea. I know will be a minimum of three because I'm working on #2 and have a plan for #3. I also have a plan to release short stories between novels to supplement the series. So it's really hard to tell. :). Thanks for asking!

Renea Mason said...

Thanks, Erin!

AmandaSakovitz said...

I wanted to know at what age you wanted to be a writer?

Renea Mason said...

I'm a late bloomer -- 37.

Thomas Murphy said...

How many books have you written?

Marissa said...

How did you pick the cover?

Brittany Utley said...

where do you get your inspiration? Do you have a special writing place?

Kathy Osborn said...

Renea, I loved your first book and I can't wait for the next one, when is it schedule?

Renea Mason said...

1 novel. 1 short story. 1 novel in the works. I've published the first two and am hoping to publish the sequel as well.

Renea Mason said...

I let the story determine that. With Symphony of Light and Winter, I had no doubt it would be a series.

Renea Mason said...

I didn't. :). My publisher supplied the cover.

Renea Mason said...

I write in a small nook in my bedroom. I don't force my writing, so it does take me a bit longer, but inspiration comes from places unknown-muses? Psychosis? Who knows? :)

Renea Mason said...

Thanks, Kathy!!!! It's not on the schedule yet, but should be this year.

Stephanie F. said...

Do you have any new series in the works after this one? I loved this book and can't wait to read more from you.

Renea Mason said...

Thanks, Stephanie! I'm working primarily on this series for now, but I committed to doing a contemporary Erotica short for an anthology and I have a pretty steamy contempory erotic romance novella started. But for now I'm focused on Symphony of Light Book Two - Between the Waters and a series of short story extensions to the series based on information that will come to light soon. :). I'm so glad you liked the first one! Thanks for stopping by and the note!

piroska said...

Did you always want to be a writer, or what DID you want to do?

Renea Mason said...

I started writing at thirty seven--about two years ago. Symphony of Light and Winter is the first piece of fiction I've written. I've done a lot of business writing, but fiction is very different.

Renea Mason said...

No, I never dreamed of being writer. I wanted to be on Broadway in musicals at one point, but that was lifetimes ago. I'm a successful business woman in my other life. :)

Renea Mason said...

I like then all, but I've probably read more vampire novels than anything.

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