Awakened by Inger Iversen Blog Tour

Inger Iversen is not only one of my favorite authors she is also one of my favorite people. It is true, I stalk her often. I was given the chance to ask her about her Top Ten favorite songs when she is sad. (Writers are moody so I knew she'd have some readily available. :-P )

Top 10 songs when you are sad.

1.  Switchfoot- Dare You to Move-  Best motivator when feeling down.

 

Favorite Lyrics:

 

“Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?”

 

2.  Battle Scars- Lupe Fiasco and Guy Sebastian: Best post break-up.

 

                               Favorite Lyrics:  

 

“The wound heals but it never does

That’s cuz you’re at war with love

You're at war with love.”

 

 

3.  The Weeknd- Wicked Games: OMG when you feel ALL is lost!!

 

Favorite Lyric:

 

“So tell me you love me

Only for tonight, even though you don't love me (Only for tonight)

Just tell me you love me”

 

 

4.  Ellie Goulding- Dead in the Water: Honestly I don’t know the lyrics, just sounds sad.

 

5.  Evanescence- My Heart is Broken: This is dedicated to my father, who passed away when I was seventeen.

 

Favorite Lyrics:

 

“I can't go on living this way, but

I can't go back the way I came, chained to this fear

That I will never find a way

to heal my soul

And I will wander until the end of the time

Half alive without you”

 

6.  Flyleaf-Enemy: I love this song; awesome lyrics simple yet full of meaning.

Favorite Lyric:

 

“I am asking for you to forgive me

for everything.”

 

 

7.  Nightwish-Ghost Score Love Song: This ten minute song is a mix of symphonic heavy metal and the talented vocals of Tarja. Think Within Temptation or Epica with—in my opinion—a better singer.

 

Favorite Lyric:

 

“You were the one to cut me

So I'll bleed forever.”

 

 

8.  Dido- Here with Me: This was the Roswell theme song, one of my favorite sitcoms. Dido has an awesome voice and I used to get teary eyed when I listened to it.

Favorite Lyrics:

 

“I won't sleep

I can't breathe

until you're resting here with me.”

 

9.  Ellie Goulding-Hanging On Edit: I love her voice, but only in certain songs.

 

Favorite Lyrics:

 

“Touch me and then turn away

And put your hands into the flame

Tell me if you feel this pain

Cause I don't want to be a ball and chain.”

 

10. Black Lab-This Night: Everything this group writes are sings, I love!

 

Favorite Lyrics:

 

“I know I'm not forgiven

but I need a place to sleep.

So take this night

and lay me down on the street

I know I'm not forgiven

But I hope that I'll be given . . .

Some peace.”

 

 

 

Awakened

Few Are Angels Book #2

Inger Iversen

What must he overcome to protect her?

With no clue of what to do next and the responsibility of looking after Alex and Mia as promised, Kale is up to his ears in problems and no solutions. How will Kale save Ella, keep Alex and Mia safe, control Jace as well as control the Bloodlust that creeps beneath the surface waiting to be released? Will Kale be Ella’s savior or will he convict her to a fate worse than the one Laurent has already promised her?

What truths will she learn?

Ella knows that the choices she makes affects not only her but everyone else around her, but what about the choices made to find her? Ella learns the truth about the death of her parents, learns that the ones she thought she could trust aren’t so trustworthy after all.

How will Ella handle these betrayals, and will she be able to sacrifice what is necessary to obtain eternal life?

Goodreads

 

And because I am totally in love with Kale

Excerpt #2 (Kale)

 

I arrived at the lake near Mia’s home and parked the car on the side farthest from the house.

I ventured into the woods, following the rogue Chorý’s scent to Mia’s backyard. A figure stood in one of the windows on the second floor, awaiting my arrival. I hadn’t expected to arrive unnoticed, but I’d hoped. With Mia’s parents out of town and Mia with Alex, I wasn’t worried about any unexpected guests.

The back door was wide open. I headed inside and followed the melted ice up two flights of stairs and into a room in the back. I entered slowly, keeping my hands at my sides to show that I had no weapon. I was sure that this wouldn’t end well, but I needed to assess the situation before it blew up.

“And I thought you said that you didn’t care,” crooned a husky voice from the corner veiled in darkness.

“Who says that I care?” I shrugged.

“Your presence here says a lot, wouldn’t you say?”

“Or maybe I want to send you back to Laurent with a message.”

“Do I look like some errand boy to you?” The bald man stepped from the shadows. Anger marred his face.

“You telling me that you aren’t Laurent’s whipping boy?”

The bald man growled in anger and then visibly calmed. He raised his hands in surrender. An innocent look replaced the dark shadows that had at first plagued his face. “Hey, I’m just sitting here waiting for my blond princess to come home, and you break in and insult me.”

“And I guess I should just leave and let you, what was it you said—”

“Oh, I said that I am going to rip her throat out for her betrayal.”

I rolled my eyes. “Betrayal. Is that what this is all about?” I shook my head and looked to the ceiling, searching in vain for patience.

“Okay I can see you’re getting bored, so let’s spice things up a bit. I say we make this a game, shall we? I’m Xavier, and you must be Kale.” He swayed, and he leaned into the purple wall in Mia’s room.

 The moon’s light reflected from the bright white snow outside, illuminating the room in a milky haze. Pictures of Mia with some old flame shook as he leaned into the wall. He reached up and straightened the photo before plucking it off the wall. I smiled.

“A game?” I leaned against the dresser, glancing at the photo in his hand. If he could pretend to be relaxed, so could I. Why did stalkers always seem at ease, when they were the main reason for the disturbance? “What kind of game are you suggesting?”

He looked pointedly at me before rolling his eyes. “A battle of wits.” Sarcasm and annoyance laced his voice.

“I was told that you’re pretty nasty in battle.” He clapped his hands, rubbed them together, and then pulled them to his lips. “You were the one that left that nasty little scar on the Council hunter’s face, and you also took down the last death bringer.” He smiled.

I couldn’t tell if he was amazed at what I had done or jealous that he hadn’t done it himself. “And you want me to teach you to fight?”

His smirk morphed into a snarl of anger and then into a full-bellied laugh. I smiled.

He shook his finger at me as he laughed. “A comedian as well, eh?”

“If it pays the bills.”

He laughed again. “Wow. Standup comedians are making good money in this economy? I guess maybe I should take the sweet li’l princess with me on the road when I start my tour?”

I released an aggrieved breath. “You called me here to discuss a career move?”

Xavier suddenly moved closer; I straightened.

“No-o,” he cooed, drawing the word out. “Why don’t we see who is the strongest?”

“Strongest?” I laughed. “What? Would you like to clear the table in the corner and arm wrestle?”

“Funny.” He lifted the picture of Mia to his mouth and kissed it. “If I win, I get her.”

“Never going to happen.”

“Yes, well I’m sure you think so, but for the sake of the game, let’s—”

“This is not a game; this is the life of an innocent girl you are talking about.”

Xavier laughed as he flung the picture of Mia onto the bed. “She is food, and that is it. I don’t understand why you feel the need to treat her any differently.” Xavier looked at the picture on the bed and then back to me. “You can fight for her, or step out of the way and let me have her.”

His smiled baited me, and his laugh grated my nerves. I didn’t love Mia, and at times she drove me insane, but I would not allow Xavier to harm her.

“What are you suggesting?”

“I’ve been lonely.” He ran his hand across the white nightstand at the head of the bed. I raised a brow at his peculiar statement. “I was thinking of that sweet-smelling blonde and how long it’s been.”

He looked up at me with soulless moss green eyes. “You know, since I’ve held a woman.” He cackled as his meaning dawned on me.

My shock and disgust no doubt fueled his fire. I moved from the door, standing no more than an inch in front of him.

“Yes, please tell me that you have a problem with this.” His hot breath assaulted my senses. He had just fed, and I could smell the human’s blood on his breath. The blood still smelled fresh, and I could only imagine the satisfaction its warmth would give.

 

 

 

 

Inger Iversen lives in Virginia Beach with her tree-hugging boyfriend Joshua and her overweight lap cat Max. When not reading or writing she spends her time watching reruns of True Blood or killing zombies in Call Of Duty.

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