Saturday, January 12, 2013

Blog Tour: Guest Post w/ Lori Sjoberg + Giveaway!


Growing up the youngest of three girls, Lori never had control of the remote. (Not that she’s bitter about that. Really. Okay, maybe a little, but it’s not like she’s scarred for life or anything.) That meant a steady diet of science fiction and fantasy. Star Trek, Star Wars, Twilight Zone, Outer Limits – you name it, she watched it. It fed her imagination, and that came in handy when the hormones kicked in and she needed a creative excuse for staying out past curfew.

After graduating from the University of Central Florida with a Bachelor of Science, Lori worked for nearly a decade in retail management. When that got boring, she switched to financial planning, and then insurance. The writing bug bit a few years later. After completing her first manuscript, she joined the Romance Writers of America and Central Florida Romance Writers. Now she exercises the analytical half of her brain at work, and the creative half writing paranormal romance. When she’s not doing either one of those, she’s usually spending time with her husband and children of the four-legged variety.

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A Day in the Life of the Heroine (Sarah Griffith)

Thanks so much for hosting today’s stop on the tour!  Today we’re taking a sneak peek at a day in the life of Sarah Griffith, the heroine of Grave Intentions.  As you can see, she’s a busy lady…

6:00 – Alarm goes off way too early.

6:45 – Out the door and on my way to work.  Drive past the crowd of protesters at the main gates of Cava Technologies, my place of employment.  Today, one of the protesters is decked out in a full-body pink bunny costume.

7:30 – Debate the existence of Sasquatch with my friend and assistant, and then spend the rest of the morning avoiding my boss, Angelo, like the plague.

11:30 – Angelo corners me in the lab to talk about the upcoming in vitro trials.  His cologne is so strong it’s plugging my sinuses, and he keeps invading my personal space.  He invites me to dinner.  Again.  I respectfully decline.  Again.  Luckily, two lab prep workers enter the lab and give me a chance to escape before things get too awkward.

12:00 – Lunch at my desk.

12:20 – Back to work.  Angelo’s being a total pill about the way I catalogued the most recent batch of cell cultures, so now I get to do it all over again. 

5:30 – Finally finished with the second set of cell cultures.  I’ve been staring into the scope for so long my eyes feel like they’re going to bleed.  Good thing it’s time to pack it up and call it a day. 

5:45 – Another drive past the protesters.  One of the local news reporters is interviewing the guy in the bunny costume.

5:50 – Uh-oh.  Grandma Pearl is causing trouble again at the retirement home.  So much for getting home on time.

6:30 – Pearl’s telling me about a vision she had this afternoon.  This one involves me and a hunky blond with piercing gray eyes.  Her visions are increasing in frequency, and it breaks my heart to see her dementia worsening.  I talk her into taking her medications, and then stay with her until she falls asleep.

9:15 – Apartment, sweet apartment.  I still have work waiting on my laptop, so I’ll be up for a while longer.

11:00 – Laptop off.  It’s time to watch The Daily Show before going to bed.

11:10 – I hear footsteps and voices outside in the stairwell.  I glance out the window in time to catch a glimpse of the hot guy who lives next door.  He’s easy on the eyes, but keeps strange hours.  I still haven’t figured out what kind of work he does.  One of these days, when I run into him at a decent hour, I’m going to take the initiative and introduce myself.  And then maybe, for once, one of Grandma’s visions will prove true…

~Lori Sjoberg

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Grave Intentions by Lori Sjoberg
Publisher: eKensington (January 3, 2013)
Series: Grave Series, 1
Genre: Paranormal Romance

He's handsome, reliable, and punctual-the perfect gentleman when you want him to be. But this dream man is Death's best agent-and now he's got more than his soul to lose . . .

One act of mercy before dying was all it took to turn soldier David Anderson into a reaper-an immortal who guides souls-of-untimely-death into the afterlife. But the closer he gets to atoning for his mortal sin and finally escaping merciless Fate, the more he feels his own humanity slipping away for good.

Until he encounters Sarah Griffith. This skeptical scientist can't be influenced by his powers-even though she has an unsuspected talent for sensing the dead. And her honesty and irreverent sense of humor reignite his reason for living-and a passion he can't afford to feel. Now Fate has summoned David to make a devastating last harvest. And he'll break every hellishly-strict netherworld rule to save Sarah...and gamble on a choice even an immortal can't win.

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Grave Intentions by Lori Sjoberg

The accident had blocked traffic in all directions, creating a rush-hour nightmare that would take hours to unravel. David wove a path between the idling vehicles, leaving Adam no choice but to follow in his wake. The stench of gasoline grew stronger as they got closer, until they reached the intersection and the scene came into view.
It was a wonder she was still alive. The young woman’s broken body lay pinned inside the wreckage, the steering wheel crushing her chest like a vise. Her ribs were shattered, puncturing her lungs, making each desperate gasp increasingly painful.
Her passenger got the better end of the bargain. He died on impact; his mangled remains barely recognizable among the tangled heap of metal. Already, his soul was separating from his body, confused and chaotic in its search for some semblance of order.
David rounded what was left of the front end and sank down beside the passenger side door. “Take the driver,” he ordered Adam before turning his attention back to the passenger.
“How?” Adam kneeled down by the driver’s side window, taking in the sight of a life soon to expire.
“Just do it like I told you!” David barked, too occupied to hold his trainee’s hand. Already, a crowd was forming, human vultures eager to witness carnage, so long as it wasn’t their own. Sirens wailed in the distance as emergency vehicles rushed to the scene. They needed to finish the job and get the hell out of Dodge before the cavalry arrived or anyone got suspicious.
David opened himself up and the soul swept into his body, drawn in by the unspoken promise of warmth and answers. He could feel its essence now, could feel the swirling tempest of love, hate, unfulfilled hopes and dreams, and regrets. When the soul realized its body was gone, there was a sharp spike of bitterness, disappointment, and undiluted despair, and David thought, right there with you, pal.
“David?” Adam called out from the opposite side of the car. “A little help over here?”
It took him a few seconds to respond while he waited for the soul to settle down and make itself at home.
“Yeah?” David finally said once he regained his composure.
“Could you come over here, please?”
Moving around the back of the wreck, he crouched down beside Adam. His eyes tracked briefly to the dying driver, her breaths coming closer, her life force bleeding out. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t seem to notice or care. “What is it?”
“She’s not dead, yet,” Adam whispered. “I think I can save her.”
David studied the driver for a fleeting moment, assessing her condition. Already, he could smell the sharp tang of Death, waiting to swoop down to claim its prize. “No, you can’t,” he said with a shake of his head. “She’s not going to make it.”
“How do you know that for sure?” Adam asked, his tone ripe with accusation. He tugged on the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. “She’s still alive. If I can figure out a way to get her out of the car, maybe I can—”
“No, you can’t,” David interrupted, his patience exhausted. He grabbed Adam by the shirt collar and dragged him away from the window. “I know you mean well, kid, but let’s get something straight. You are an agent of Death, not the angel of mercy.” He gave his apprentice a good shake. “Stop acting like a Boy Scout and do your damn job. If you need to comfort her until she takes her last breath, that’s your choice, not mine. Do whatever the Hell you have to. But do not forget why you’re here.” He nodded toward the woman. “She will die, no matter what you try to do. Get over it.”
He let Adam go and shifted closer to the window. “Take it easy, ma’am,” he said calmly, digging deep for a slice of compassion but coming up with crumbs instead. “Adam’s going to take real good care of you.”
The woman’s gaze drifted up, distant and unfocused. Her mouth cracked open but no noise came out. Then a strangled moan escaped her lips and her eyes went blank.
David grabbed Adam’s arm and dragged him over to the door. “Time to pop your cherry, boy.”

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Love the cover on this one--thanks for stopping by, Lori! Sounds like Sarah does indeed have a busy day. Can't wait to see if (or, rather, how) her grandmother's hunky vision turns out! :D


Until Next Time,


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E. M. LaBonte said...

Ooooh, I would so love this! Pick me! Pick me! lol
Honestly, the book sounds great. *waves at Lori*
Either way, this one is going in my Kindle.

vera mallard said...

this books sound great, I would love to win; thanks for the giveaway
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