Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Blog Tour: Guest Post with Misty Dietz + Giveaway!



WELCOME TO THE BLOG, MISTY! :)


Misty's love affair with words started in middle school with moody stories set in exotic locales she knew nothing about. In college, her boy-angst erupted in disturbing reams of poetry. After grad school, the writing went into hibernation until she found her own happily-ever-after with an ultra linear man who is the long-suffering counter-balance to her zig-zagging ways. Now, she spends her days writing sexy, adrenaline-fueled stories, teaching Zumba, enjoying family and friends, and praying her children don’t come home with math homework.


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Mentors: Pricy Currency





For most of us, there is at least one person who inspires us to not only achieve more in life, but who lives his or her life in such a way that causes us to look inward. To examine our own strengths and areas for growth. That person whom we observe with fascination, hoping to absorb some of their wonderful just by being in his or her presence.

In my debut COME HELL OR HIGH DESIRE, Zack Goldman’s mentor’s death leaves him in a dark place because he was the one man who took the time to guide Zack—to see and polish the diamond beneath the rough edges—when everyone else merely saw a derelict youth. It was a soul-level validation that changed Zack’s life forever.

Think about someone you admire. What is it about that person that draws you? Is it the way she interacts with others so effortlessly? Is he a pillar of strength when everyone else seems to be falling apart? Is she a patient and loving mother, a witty conversationalist, a generous volunteer, successful professional, or (fill in the blank with any trait you covet)??

There are numerous people we admire for a myriad of reasons, but we can’t really call these individuals mentors until they intimately touch our lives. In other words, they, in some way, acknowledge and accept the responsibility that they are in that type of role for us.

What does this mean? They are there for us. They coach and guide us even when it’s no fun. Those are very special people indeed. And they don’t come along very often, so when they do, we should thank our lucky stars. I’ve had a few over the years, and they’ve each impacted my life in wonderful ways. The process isn’t always easy (for either mentor or mentee), but if you can persevere and overcome, the results are so worth it!

What about you? Whom do you admire? Do you have any mentors? Are you a mentor yourself?

Do share! At the end of my blog tour we’ll be drawing the name of two commenters from all of the blogs to gift not one, but two fantastic prize winners. See below for details, and thanks for being here! xo, misty ;)



~Misty Dietz

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Come Hell or High Desire by Misty Dietz
Publisher: Entangled: Ignite (August 12, 2013)
Genre: Contemporary Romance (Romantic Suspense)
Torn between dangerous desires…

Framed for a series of brutal murders, rebel-turned-CEO Zack Goldman must go to ground. When he discovers that sexy boutique owner Sloane Swift has a shocking gift—terrifying visions that connect her to his mentor’s missing daughter—he can’t believe her refusal to help him. Nor can he believe he’s actually falling for the frustrating woman.

Their chemistry will either find its perfect equation…

Helping an accused killer ranks low on Sloane’s to-do list, no matter how hot the attraction burns between them. But putting to rest her overwhelming guilt over the missing girl’s fate proves more difficult than she ever imagined...that is, until her heart and conscience begin to align.

…or detonate everything in its path.

As the real killer locks in on Sloane, Zack will stop at nothing to keep her safe. And as they earn each other’s trust—with danger in hot pursuit—they may just lose their hearts in the process…

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Come Hell or High Desire by Misty Dietz
Excerpt


Her fingernails suddenly raked at her skull. “Lord! I almost forgot. We have to go back to Ann’s. She has a diary!”

He swerved into an empty parking lot and swiveled to face her, blood pounding in his ears. “What are you talking about?”

“Ann keeps a diary. We have to find it.”

“You’re just telling me this now? You should have goddamn said something right away!”

“Don’t you dare curse at me like that, you seismic jackass!”

He had to get out. He flung the truck door open and strode onto the cracked asphalt. Her door slammed shut moments later, and within seconds she was wagging a finger in his face. “And don’t you walk away from me, either!”

“Then don’t be such a damn shrew.”

Color flooded over her cheekbones seconds before she punched him in the gut. Hard. An ancient fire lit up his nerve circuits and adrenaline had him widening his stance. His heart gunned.

His groin tightened.

And she was still shrill.

“I’m not a shrew! How am I supposed to act in a situation like this? You think I’m enjoying this? I hate it! But unfortunately I have a conscience which would haunt me for the rest of my life if I don’t follow this through until we have some answers. You came to me and wanted to rule out the church first. Then with everything that happened, I forgot about the diary until right now. That clear enough for you, you—”

Clear enough, honey.

He vised her head between his palms and kissed her. He hadn’t meant to, but the moment her mouth opened to his, he was lost. Not breaking contact with her mouth, he wrapped one arm around her, his hand splaying across her ass, locking her hips against him. Her hands were in his hair, her hips grinding, driving him crazy. They feasted on each other’s mouth, tongues dueling, daring, seeking. He felt her fingers between their bodies, slipping underneath the waistband of his jeans, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Her fingernail scraped his abs and he groaned. She leaned away from his mouth, her eyes dead sexy. Liquid brown. He was gonna—

A car horn blew, jerking him back to life. Back to the parking lot. He looked over to see a man in a black minivan at a stoplight giving them the thumbs up. He honked twice more, waved, and drove on.

Sloane burst into a fit of laughter that quickly dissolved into tears.

And that clinched it. He’d woken up this morning in some creepy-assed Twilight Zone.


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Thanks for stopping by today, Misty--what a great post! :) And I love the cover for your debut book, congrats!

Don't forget Misty's question:

What about you? Whom do you admire? Do you have any mentors? Are you a mentor yourself?






Enjoy!   



Until Next Time,



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3 comments :

  1. Happy Tuesday everyone, and a big thanks to Danielle for letting me take the floor at The Book Palace today! Glad you like the cover - I'm so happy with it myself! :)

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  2. Wow - this book has been on my radar but I haven't picked it up. Love the excerpt.

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  3. Hi Kame, thanks! Glad you enjoyed the heat between Zack and Sloane! :)

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