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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Visions of Fire and Ice A Petiri Book By: Teresa D’ Amario: Guest Post & Giveaway

Visions of Fire and Ice
A Petiri Book
By: Teresa D’ Amario

Blurb
Trapped on a planet not their own, the Petiri spend their lives hiding the natural gifts that set them apart from the world. They live long and unfulfilled lives, unable to find their soul mates on this backward planet known as Earth. That is until the night Ramose comes face to face with Tamara, a woman whose gifts rival his own. Determined to find why this human is in possession of an ancient magical Petiri relic, he arranges a meeting.
But Tamara, embittered from past events, is wary despite lifelong dreams of Ramose and a sure knowledge he is her soul mate. Before long the couple find themselves ensnared in a battle that has raged for millennia in Egypt's desert. Set, Egyptian God of Chaos, is determined to take his just due: the throne of Osiris.
The only way to stop him is for Ramose to put his trust in Tamara, but, first, he must gain the same from her. The ensuing sensual relationship is filled with romance, lust and love. Their relationship is tested by an unnatural evil. Will her powers over fire, combined with his ice be enough to win the day? Or will the ancient gods and goddesses of Egypt destroy more than just their love?


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Author Info:

Born in Atlanta, the daughter of an Army Soldier during the early stages of the Viet Nam war, I spent my childhood traveling from state to state, finally ending up overseas in Germany where I graduated high school six months early.
My writing career however began as a young Airman in the Air Force, writing monthly articles for the weekly base paper.  The articles ranged from climatological data to full center fold articles on the destructive forces of hurricanes.  As I increased in rank, my writing changed to more technological instruction, including such works as  WSR-88D Doppler Radar Data Interpretation Guide for North Carolina Stations, and Station Operating Procedures.   
But my early writing wasn’t limited only to the technological side.  I’ve written multiple dog training and behavior articles for canine websites such as Sonora Canine Freestyle, and also the Ask Blackjack column, a fun training column in the voice of my labrador retriever, then a young pup. 
My first book, SheWolf, won 2nd place for Best First book in RWA’s PFF&P Prism awards.
 I’m married to a wonderful man named Doug, who is also retired Air Force.  We live in North Carolina with our two dogs. 

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Guest Post:



Many people want to know how I came up with the Petiri, and of course, Why.  What a lot of people do not realize is this is the first book I ever wrote.  It’s changed over the years, to become more of what I wanted it to be at first.  I bit off a bit more than I could chew, but as you will see here, Ramose, of Petiri, would not take no for an answer.

The scene fades into my bathroom, six years ago.  I have a great big garden tub I use to think, or plot in.  But this was my first “plotting” meeting with my brain.  Here’s how it begins:

I sit in the tub, wondering what I want to do with a new story.  Actually, this is a first story. I want to write a best seller, you see, and I’ve studied all my favorite authors.  What did they do, how did they do it?  In every case I came up with the same things:  Aggressively dominant heroes.  Long lived, and live only to worship their mates.  Hmm, can’t get better than that.

I close my eyes, remembering those three requirements, when Ramose pops into my dreams.  “Wake up,” he growls. 

I open my eyes. Well, in my dream I open my eyes.  Shit!  Someone’s here. I drag the towel into the tub to cover my assets.

“What?”  A man stands before me.  He has shoulder length dark hair.  It’s not straight.  There’s a bit of a curl to it.  And there’s a small tear tattoo on one cheek. 

“You have to write about my people.”
“And who are they? What are they?”

“We’re from Petiri.  Another world.”

“Go away.”  I relax back into my dreams, and close my eyes again.

 “Pardon?”  I open one eye, just in time to see him arch one sexy brow.  His language is pretty stilted and he has an accent that almost sounds vaguely familiar. 

“I said, go away. I don’t want to write science fiction. I want paranormal.” I wave a hand as if sending him away, closing that single eye again.

“You said you wanted someone aggressively dominant, long lived, and worship their females.  That is the Petiri.”

I crack open one eye.  “How long lived?”

“One year to your one thousand.”  Nice.  Very long lived.  I could work with that.  Except….

“You’re from another world.  I said I don’t want sci fi.”

“We live in Egypt.”

Now that one perked me up. I like Egypt.  “Wait a minute.  If I write about aliens in Egypt, I’m going to make that Doctor Hawass mad at us.  He hates the idea that some people think the pyramids were built by aliens.”  I’m not lying.  Dr. Hawass had come to speak to us on our bus trip of the pyramids, and he was very adamant that these people were “crazy”.  Okay, he didn’t use those words, but still...

“I didn’t say we built the pyramids.  I said, we live in Egypt.”

Good point.  “How long have been in Egypt?”

“Thirty five hundred years.” 

One year for every thousand, so that makes him what, an original?  I perk up a bit.  “And how old are you?”

“A little over thirty five hundred years.”

I may not be good with math, but even I understand what he’s trying to say.  “So you are an original Petiri? You were born there?”  He nods.  I can feel the excitement growing.  Imagine incorporating Egyptian history into a contemporary story.  But could I pull it off?  “So other than live a long time, what makes you guys special?” 

“We use magic.  Each of us has our very own talents.  Mine is ice.  I can freeze anything.  Would you like me to demonstrate?” 

The dream me sees him coming toward my bath water.  “Er, no, I think I’ll pass.”  He smiles and backs away.  I hide my sigh of relief.  Brrrr.  I hate cold.  “But why do you want me to tell your story?  Why not someone else?”

“You’ve been to Egypt,” he replies simply.

“And?” I prompt.

“And if you do not, I will not get to meet my Kha-Ib.”

Now there’s an interesting word.  Kha means something like soul.  It’s like an intelligence of spirit but Ib means heart.

And this “Kha-ib is important to you?”

Cold, green eyes glare at me.  Oops.  Wrong question. I guess that’s a given. 
“How did you get here, and how many came with you?”  

“Those are questions I will only answer once you agree to write our story.  There will be plenty for you to write about.”

How am I going to blend paranormal and science fiction?

“It’ll be easier than you think.”  Was he just reading my mind?  “All you have to do is start with the paranormal.”  Ok, so he’s right there.  It’s not like he was asking me to create the science to make it more on the lines of science fiction.  Or was he?  “I want to meet my Kha-Ib,” he reminds me.

“What does that exactly mean?”

“The soul of my heart.” His cold green eyes melt, and soften.  He says the words almost worshipfully.  Of all the things he’s said, this touches my heart the most.  But when I don’t respond, he continues.  “Our story will be filled with magic, gods and goddesses, ancient history, hate, and love, and even a little science.”


Well, shit.  There it was.   Science.  I’m doomed!  But rather than pray what I want, which is “God, help me,” I nod my head.  It’s agreed.  I’ll write the story of his people, to include the love, hate, magic, and gods.  And while I’m at it, a little of the dreaded science!

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3 comments:

  1. Interesting blurb, love the premise of this book. Lol, got a kick out of the author's post! Thanks for the giveaway!

    Crystal Guidroz
    cguidroz2@cox.net

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