11 January 2014

Jas T Ward Spotlight!!!

Jas T. Ward has always used writing as a necessary escape. With a past that is marred with a difficult childhood and domestic violence as well as being homeless as an adult, Ward lost her creative voice when she lost her soul mate to suicide.
Finding that creative voice once again in writing in social media via blogs and creative writing groups, it was the fans that encouraged her to put her literary weavings to paper for them to enjoy.
Ward lives in Texas with her dog and cat- Author Dog Pumkin and Writer Kitty Orleans and is the proud parent of three independent children.
When asked why she writes, Ward answers simply:
Reading saved me. It was my salvation and my haven. I now strive to pay that gift back by writing books that can give the same to others. And to keep myself sane.
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I was asked to write about a paranormal creature kidnapping a person. One that fascinated me. I gave this a lot of thought and I came up with the little fun below. Enjoy!

I had always been told “do not feed strays for then they will never go”. I had no idea when I sat out scraps for the sad looking dog that stood shivering in the rain outside my deck how true that saying was.
The dog was scraggly, wet and beaten up and as I hustled my groceries inside, I did my best to ignore its shuffling sway as it eyed me coming up the steps. How did it get there? Whose was it? Why was it here?
I continued my firm resolve to ignore in hopes it would indeed go away, forcing myself not to look at it through the ice and rain covered window above the kitchen sink. But it just stood there. For the briefest of moments, our eyes met and I found it odd that it was not the usual canine eyes—there was something there.
More intelligence? More humanity? A deeper soul?
Or maybe I was low on rocky road ice cream. Addressing the last possible factor, I grabbed a pint of Ben and Jerry’s as I walked from the kitchen, flicking off the light and made my way to the living room. It would go away, that strange dog in the yard. It would have to for there would be no scraps coming from this hand.
I was getting engrossed in a movie I had seen a dozen times after getting comfy for the night when something thudded against the big window in the living room causing me to jump at the sound and drop my ice cream. “Good god. What was that?”
I stood, stepping over the sweet goo on my carpet to walk over and pull back the drapes. “What the hell?”
There stood the dog and now it was staring at me with those intense creepy eyes. Why had it moved around to the window of the room I was in? How did it know? I met that gaze again and let the drapes drop as I backed away. Now I was getting totally freaked out as goose bumps rose up on my arms. “Maybe it’s not going away until I feed it. Maybe.”
I moved back to the kitchen to walk over to the fridge and threw it open. What did I have that was hungry dog worthy? Did the pooch even have a preference? I chuckled at my thoughts as I grabbed the left-over Chinese from the take-out joint from the night before and walked back to the patio door. Opening it, I stepped out to look left and right and it appeared the dog was gone. Shrugging, I dumped out the container on the snow covered deck and once again looked for my visitor.
The sudden impact knocked the breath out of me as I went flying back inside to land on the floor with a bone-rattling thud. I had to gasp to catch my breath and try to focus through my panic at what was happening.
Above me, straddling me was a man. A dark, wet-haired man with rugged features and a shadow of a beard. His eyes were intense and his skin a tawny tone.
“What? Who…” Panic gave way to determination as the words slipped from my lips right before I brought a knee up to kick the man and realized, oh goodness, he was completely naked. That didn’t stop me as I yanked myself away from his grasp, stumbling when I found my feet to run towards the living room and grab my cellphone which lay on the coffee table.
I must have screamed because I heard some strange sound right before my bare feet hit the ice cream and I went slipping to fall upon the couch. The man was fast and he was once again on me. This time I know I screamed just seconds before he covered my mouth with a large, overly warm hand. He brought his head down as I stared at him with eyes wide from fear to…wait…did he just sniff me?
I blinked as he continued to run his face along my neck, taking in huge sniffs and even, surprisingly, he licked my neck.
Freak level escalated, but then he pulled his head back to whisper something soft. My mouth was opened for words, but no sound issued from between my lips. He nuzzled my neck, now gentle as his hands ran down my arms and it was then that I heard what he was saying.
“Mate.”
“Oh no! You’re nuts.” I was moving again, clawing and scratching as I rolled off the couch and he grabbed at me to lift me off my feet. I screamed and hit but it seemed as if he was being beaten with a feather against a rock hard, chiseled chest. He cradled me against him, pinning my arms and said the word again.
“Mate.”
He then started walking towards the door as I just stared up at him. “Why do you say that?”
He looked down at me with those strange amber eyes and gave me a gentle smile. “Because you are. And by the way?” Stepping over the now cold rejected left-overs on the deck. “I don’t like Chinese.”

A Darkly Sweet, Fun, Twisted Love Story.

Welcome to the world of The Grid. Where heroic bad-asses looking for a second chance to get into Heaven are fighting a war among us.

Reno Sundown's been fighting that war for over 150 years. But just like the war, no one knows it. That's because he's the dark split personality of one of the Grid's baddest heroes. The only things he is ever allowed to have are the bad, the pain and the violence. Never the good. A dark secret to be hidden away. And he thought that's all he would ever be. Until her.
Emma Devenmore has always focused on one thing, family. The eldest of her sisters, she has made life centered on protection. Protecting her family and doing her job of protecting others. A love story was never in her plans, until she met him. And then, didn't know he even existed. Watching and longing for something he was not allowed to have. Her.

Can love make a life? Can it be so strong that despite the darkness that has staked its claim, can it make the impossible possible?

Can the Beauty always save the Beast?

Even when she doesn't even know he's waiting to be saved?
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TITLE: Love’s Bitter Harvest
AUTHOR: Jas T. Ward
GENRE: Contemporary Romance/Fiction/Drama
FORMATS: Digital and Print
PUBLISHER: Dead Bound Publishing
RELEASE DATE: April 15th, 2014


Love is by far the most precious harvest a human can reap. Its fruits can fulfill a hunger and cease a craving for more. But love must be planted and tended to in fertile soul in order to grow. But what happens when the apple of love falls from the tree, is left untended and rots. Can that fruit produce love in the seeds its left behind? Even if it’s damaged and thought to have faded away? One has to look close. But sometimes… 

Yes.

Katherine McCall had walked away from it all. A marriage, a life, her hometown and never had plans to go back. The small-town girl no longer existed and she was not someone Kat wanted to find. Ever.

Matt McCall had never gotten past the pain his Katy inflicted when she just walked away. Nor had the guilt of not stopping her eased and his heart didn’t even try to heal. He wasn’t the same man he once was. And now? He is only half.

Will a terrible tragedy that brings Katherine home be the catalyst to expose a love lying dormant? Or is it just too bitter and refuse to bloom?

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5 comments:

  1. A shifter of some sort :)
    I think it would be pretty cool to be able to be an animal for awhile.
    Thanks for the giveaway :)

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  2. Thank you for the chance ... I am a paranormal addict..... I would be a vamp... The eternal beauty and strength... I love it...

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  3. I'd be either a vamp or one of the Keepers (Kick-ass, bad-ass hero zombies) like the ones in my book. Just as long as I have fangs. LOL

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  4. I can't decide...so I'd want to be something different every month or so...though having been introduced to the world of the Grid, it'd be awesome to be a Keeper. Come to think of it, I do have a thing for fangs, too...{Grins}

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