Friday, 1 June 2012

Welcome to Robin Saxon and Alex Kidwell

After a break, I am delighted to be back with two fabulous authors, Robin Saxon and Alex Kidwell. who have a brand, shiny new book out today, Blood in the Sand. I loved Blood Howl  and can't wait to read the sequel.

Welcome to Alex and Robin.


With Blood in the Sand coming out today, we're both very happy to have a place on Sue's blog to do a little promotion, and to talk about the book.

Blood Howl, the first in the Sanguis Noctis series, was always meant to be an isolated story. The two main characters, Jed Walker and Redford Reed, didn't know much about the greater supernatural world--in fact, Redford didn't know much about the outside world at all. It's the tip of the iceberg as far as story-telling goes.

In Blood in the Sand, we start to go a little deeper into the Sanguis Noctis world. We explore where Redford fits into the supernatural community, we get to know what sort of things are lurking in the dark corners. David and Victor are along for the ride too, revealing just who they are and a lot more secrets along the way. Jed and Redford work on their relationship, there's sinister figures kidnapping people in Cairo, a bumpy road for all of our characters, bluffs, double bluffs, stake-outs and camel riding. And Jed's demanding cat Knievel makes a re-appearance!

We're also excited to give you all an exclusive excerpt just for this blog post, we hope you enjoy it!

Blurb:

When David, an old contact and sometimes friend, hires Jed Walker to look into a series of seemingly unrelated disappearances in Cairo, Jed jumps at the chance to show his partner, Redford Reed, more of the world he’s been missing. David’s boyfriend, supernatural expert and resident stuffy professor Victor Rathbone, joins them in their journey to Egypt, which holds many more dangers and mysteries than Jed ever expected. Hidden natures resurface, relationships collide, and instincts are stretched to their breaking point. What seems to be a simple case turns out to be anything but. 

David may have called for help, but he has his own suspicions about who’s behind the kidnappings—suspicions that, along with clashing personalities, make getting to the bottom of the mystery difficult. While Jed and Redford grow more intimate and trusting with each new obstacle in their path, David and Victor struggle not to lose their trust in each other in the face of their differences. As the four close in on the kidnappers, David is forced to face the one thing more dangerous than the mastermind behind the disappearances: himself.

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Author bios:

Alex Kidwell, confirmed geek and bibliophile, lives in the Midwest with partner Robin Saxon.  Alex relaxes by slaying dragons in MMOs, listening to music that can be sung along with in the shower, and enjoying BBC programming.  
Other than writing, Alex enjoys knitting and is currently attempting to learn how to knit in the round. There are plans for a future of cat hats, which Alex is certain will go over well with household-running felines, Starsky and Hutch.  Alex also indulges in too many cooking shows, while only owning one pan.


Robin Saxon, born and bred in New Zealand, lives in the Midwest with partner Alex Kidwell. When not writing or daydreaming about ideas for more stories, Robin is usually found playing MMOs like World of Warcraft, reading, drawing, and fussing over their cats Starsky and Hutch.
In the rare times when they are not being pestered by their cats, Robin also listens to heavy metal music and enjoys everything from classics like Chaucer to urban fiction, as well as cooking vegetarian meals and inflicting them on Alex.
Visit Robin’s blog, http://saxonkidwell.blogspot.com/, find Robin on Facebook,http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002277559369 or e-mail Robin at robin_saxon@yahoo.com.


Excerpt:

While Jed relaxed back in his seat, Redford was a lot more obvious about his watching of the bookstore—his face was practically pressed right up against the car door window, staring intently. He looked at Jed and seemed to remember the “be casual” rule, awkwardly trying to sit back in his seat and look like he wasn’t keeping an eye on the bookstore.

“I don’t think I do subtle very well.” Redford sighed. He then started to try only watching the bookstore out of the corner of his eye. It could work, if he wasn’t also making a terrible face and squinting severely.

Biting back a laugh, Jed reached out to take Redford’s hand in both of his. “Relax, Fido,” he urged softly. “It’s not just about what we’re looking at, okay? It’s about seeing everything. Like, look straight ahead of us.” He nodded out the car window, watching as Redford’s eyes tracked to where he’d indicated. “See the woman in blue? She’s been standing at that bus stop since we pulled up. Thing is, there’s been three buses through here, and she hasn’t gotten on one. Or, look, to our left. The two men at that cafe. Just sitting there, reading the paper, right? But they haven’t ordered yet. Which could mean they want to be able to leave in a hurry.”

His fingers were lightly massaging Redford’s palm, thumbs digging into the curve and swell of it, feeling it loosen under his grip. “Learn to see everything,” Jed said, almost under his breath. “Don’t lose sight of the forest for the trees.” First advice he’d been given, on his first sniper run. Well, after don’t jam that gun up your ass and spin, Walker, we need a hit. That was less advice, though, and more a general rule of thumb.

Absorbing this information, Redford stopped scrunching his face up, his gaze carefully running once again over to the people Jed had pointed out. He took a deep breath in through his nose then, eyes narrowing as he concentrated.

“I can smell coffee,” he eventually decided, shoulders slumping. “It’s kind of overwhelming everything.”

Jed didn’t know much about werewolves or vampires or any of that shit. Quite frankly, he was operating under a “need to know” basis, so he didn’t lose his mind over the idea that all that stuff from ghost stories was true. But he knew instincts. Hell, he practically lived off his gut. And he knew that, most of the time, Redford was scared spitless of his own. Which, hey, might be valid. What the hell did he know? But Jed had a sneaking suspicion that locking all those things up tight might be like stopping up a toilet—eventually, everyone was going to be stepping in your shit.

So he reached over and clapped his hand over Redford’s eyes. Rolling down both windows, he bopped Redford on the nose, lightly, to stop his surprised squirming. “Concentrate,” he urged, voice low, breath just barely more than a hot exhale along Red’s neck. “Close out everything else. What do you smell?”

Redford was frowning, but he drew another deep breath. Then another, more slowly. “People,” he said after a lengthy pause. “All of the shampoo and soap and perfume just smell like chemicals. And there’s… animals everywhere.”

He inhaled again, obviously trying to shut everything out. “And… old blood?”



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