Author Promotional Stop & Giveaway: Keta Diablo/Holding on to Heaven

Monday, December 19, 2011

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Hi All,

Hosted by Bewitching Book Tours, today we have a promotional stop for Keta Diablo's Holding on to Heaven. 

Genre: historical erotic romance set during the Civil War

When the blazing fires of revolt ravage the countryside, Lauren and Sage McCain are trapped amid the flames of destiny. The Civil War has crumbled a Nation, and the Dakota Sioux uprising has turned southern Minnesota into a violent battlefield. Holding on to Heaven is a story of love between two men and a woman, love between siblings, and love that crosses all boundaries and forges all cultures.

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When the blazing fires of revolt ravage the countryside, Lauren and Sage McCain are trapped amid the flames of destiny. The Civil War has crumbled a Nation, and the Dakota Sioux uprising has turned southern Minnesota into a violent battlefield.

Holding on to Heaven is a story of love between two men and a woman, love between siblings, and love that crosses all boundaries and forges all cultures.

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Setup – The Dakota Sioux are on the warpath. Lauren watches from the upstairs window as they ride into the yard at Full Circle.

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Lauren pressed her eyes together against the blinding beams of sunlight and drew the damask curtains closed. She plucked a pair of leather riding pants from the top shelf of her armoire, grabbed a tan cotton blouse from the dowel and shucked her dress. The ensemble would be hotter than the light cotton shift, but she felt obligated to fulfill her promise to Uncle Mason to ride out to the south pasture and round up a mare.
"Damn beasts," she muttered to the ceiling.
A flash of disgust crossed Nelly's eyes while she rocked little Finn in her arms. "Ladies doan be swearin'. An' what is ya all riled up 'bout now?"
"One of the mares is determined to foal beneath a blazing sun. Uncle Mason doesn't care where she has the young one as long as he doesn't have to assist in this scorching heat."
"If'n the fool want to have her baby outside, let her." Nelly returned to crooning a lullaby to Lauren's son.

The po' old slave has gone to rest,
We know that he is free.
His bones they lie beneath his breast,
Way down in Tennessee.

Nostalgia flooded Lauren. Nelly's mother, Daphne, had sung the same words to her as a toddler. About to leave the room, she pulled the knee-length boots over her calf when loud voices from the yard stopped her in mid-stride. She pulled the draperies back and glanced to the porch.
Her uncle crossed his arms; his face was redder than a beet. "You best be on your way; we want no trouble here."
Lauren's gaze drifted to Aunt Estelle while she inched her way toward her husband. She looked beyond them and realized why panic etched her aunt's refined features. Five warriors had ridden into the yard, their faces painted in garish shades of red, yellow and black. Shouts in the Dakota tongue shattered the quiet morning.
Her stomach pitched violently and her lower lip quivered with rage when a savage raised his rifle and delivered a bullet to Uncle Mason's chest. A sickening thud echoed in her ears the moment he hit the floor of the porch.
"No-o-o!" screamed Estelle.
Another shot exploded from a nearby rifle and Lauren's knees buckled. Her aunt teetered for a moment and then collapsed on top of her husband. A flurry of activity broke out on the ground. War cries split the air when the leader slipped from his horse, yanked the tomahawk from his waistband and crept toward her loved ones with the nimble grace of a cougar.
Hank ran from the barn with his rifle aimed at the red man's chest. He died where he fell; shot from behind by a brave near the corral. Justus met a similar fate when a hatchet—thrown with deadly accuracy—landed between his shoulder blades. Paralyzed with fear, Lauren retched when the enemy slid from his horse and finished the job with his scalping knife.
"Lawdy, Lauren, who be doin' all that hollerin'?"
Choking back the bile in her throat, she dragged her gaze from the window and turned to Nelly. "Take Finn and hide. Don't come out, no matter what happens."
"Who down there?" Nelly's round eyes grew whiter than cotton bolls.
"Never mind about that now. Do as I say, and quickly!"
Lauren fled from the room like a woman gone mad and bounded down the steps three at a time. Upon reaching the porch, she ran to her aunt and uncle and knelt beside them. "No! This can't be happening! Aunt Estelle!"
High-pitched shrieks reached her ears as the Indians pranced their ponies around the yard; the bloody scalps dangling from their spears. The leader stood at the top of the porch steps, his obsidian eyes hard and cruel; his face impassive. Lauren rose to her feet, head up, chin out, and faced him.
Dressed in caramel buckskin pants and high-top moccasins, he struck a terrifying pose. A dark blue vest covered his torso, adorned with beads in the shape of an oak tree and acorns. A breechclout of the same fabric hung from his narrow waist, and over his right shoulder, a pouch made of buckskin and porcupine quills danced beneath the glare of the sun. Three black and white feathers stuck out from behind his left ear, lying flat against his shiny black hair. His features strong and fierce, his dark eyes pierced her with a sinister look.
She glanced to the rifle propped against his left shoulder―the one he used moments ago to kill Mason and Estelle.
Their eyes locked again, and while she trembled beneath his bold perusal, he remained as stoic as a marble statue. With a flick of his wrist, he set his warriors into motion. Racing toward the outbuildings, they lit the torches in their hands, their bloodcurdling screams nearly bringing Lauren to her knees.
The hostile looked down at her aunt and uncle before capturing her gaze again. Although terrified of the hatchet he held in the air, she stepped in front of Estelle and Mason's bodies; refusing to surrender to mutilation of her loved ones. A brief flicker of admiration passed through his ebony eyes before he lowered the hatchet and gave a brief nod.

About Keta Diablo

Keta lives in the Midwest portion of the country on six acres of beautiful woodland. Here, she communes with nature; eagles, owls and loons (the winged version). There's a lovely environmental lake on her property named after a famous Native American chief, and the locals insist burial grounds from 150 years ago exist in her woods. Hmm. Maybe it's not always the wind she hears howling at night.

When Keta isn't writing she loves to read and garden and spends far too much time at the local animal shelter trying to wrangle a way to adopt them all. Two years ago she adopted Emma LaPounce, a mid-life feline who was in crisis when her long-time owners moved out of town, took their furniture but left her behind. Go figure! Hours before Emma was to journey to the other world, Keta adopted her, and now she runs the entire darn house.

You can find her sitting outside in the summer months with her muse plotting her next book.

Keta writes erotic romance and gay fiction for multi-publishers (too many). You can find out more about Keta and her books at her website. Sign up for her monthly newsletter to be eligible to win books she gives away every month. Also go toKeta's Keep and follow her on Twitter.

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Now for the Giveaway
1 lucky commenter will win an ebook- the winner can choose between these 2 books


After her parents die in a fire, Sophia Whitfield struggles to save her beloved home, Arbor Rose. The Civil War has devastated the South, and another blue coat has come to steal her meager possessions. Before the hated enemy inflicts his destruction, she shoots him. And soon discovers the soldier is Gavin, the champion of her childhood.

Gavin's dark secret lurks in Sophia’s future. When she discovers the truth, she's torn between a burning hunger for the man she truly loves and loyalty to Jesse, their childhood friend. The despicable acts of war have changed everything Sophia and Gavin once cherished. Yet somewhere deep in their hearts, the mystical Land of Falling Stars still exists.   

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 Penniless when she arrives in Norfolk, her mother and father drowned at sea, Raine Brinsley longs to return home to her grandfather in Maine. When Derek Stafford, owner of a large plantation, offers a solution to her dilemma, she’s stunned, if not outraged. She’d prefer to fulfill the contract to have his child and forget about him and his self-serving scheme. If only she could dispel the passion she holds for the man.

Derek Stafford’s only wish is to father an heir to Stafford House, thus securing his future. He didn’t count on the Scottish lass with green eyes interfering with his well-laid plan. After one night in her arms, guilt, not to mention the loss of his soul, becomes his penance. He’ll do anything to win her back, anything to quench the hunger tormenting his soul.

Rating: Erotic Romance/Historical/Paranormal

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  1. Hi everyone and thanks so much for stopping by!

    This is such a busy time of year, I know it's hard to make it to all the blogs.

    I love the colors and layout of this one though. Very kewl. If you read Holding On To Heaven, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or B&N. That's the best way to thank authors and give them reason to keep on writing.

    Good luck to everyone and I'd love for you to follow my romance blog for my latest updates.

    Happy Holidays! Keta

  2. Thank you for the giveaway!
    Happy Holidays :)