Friday, April 24, 2015

Release Day Blitz The Holy Dark by Kyoko M

25 Random Things About Kyoko M

1. Blink 182 is my favorite band of all time because I don't have a single mood where at least one of their songs doesn't fit the moment.

2. I was traumatized by Jurassic Park as a kid and I still have nightmares about velociraptors breaking into my room and tearing me to pieces.

3. I'm terrified of spiders, millipedes/centipedes, and sharks, but I genuinely think snakes are cool as hell.

4. The earliest memory I have of childhood is swinging across some monkey bars with a little boy pretending that I was Catwoman and he was Batman.

5. The second earliest memory I have of childhood is watching the scene from Batman: Mask of the Phantasm where Bruce "confronts" his parents about his promise to avenge them. Every time I hit my lowest point, I rewatch that scene.

6. I've written 20 Batman Beyond fanfics, one of which is in the Top 10 Most Reviewed Fanfics in the category (It's Number Six, if you're curious.)

7. I love the sound of running water.

8. I don't have a Muse. I don't actually know the official definition of a "Muse" in the context that most authors use it.

9. I won NaNoWriMo on my first try in 2011. (Not trying to brag, I'm just floored that I managed to pull it off while I was still in college.)

10. I have the hugest crush on Harry Dresden imaginable and if he were a real guy, I'd marry him in a heartbeat.

11. The hit ABC show "Castle" has genuinely ruined any chances I have for getting into a romantic relationship because I will unconsciously expect my significant other to do all the adorable, noble stuff that Castle does for Beckett without question.

12. I am a terrible reader as of graduating from college. I read the entire Dresden Files in one summer, but if weren't for them, my reading total would've been single digits. I have the hardest time finding novels that I fall in love with. I keep reading things that are just okay, and so I'm constantly not reading because nothing captures me the way the Dresden Files does.

13. Nathan Fillion responded to me on Twitter one time in 2011 and I ran screaming around my house for fifteen minutes afterward. It was the third best moment of my entire life.

14. The second best moment of my life was at New York Comic Con 2011 at the Nikita panel. I told Maggie Q that I loved her and I asked Shane West to marry me. They both thought I was funny as hell.

15. The best moment of my life was at Dallas Comic Con 2013 when I met the Batman--Kevin Conroy--and he told me my name was pretty.

16. No one is harder on me than I am on myself.

17. I want to write novels for at least the next ten years and then I want to go into script writing and eventually filmmaking. I want The Black Parade to be a film someday because there is almost NO black female representation in fantasy/sci-fi genres in the public eye. Black women need a positive example in mass media and while my protagonist is no perfect hero, I want young women to see that black women are powerful and smart and nerdy and they aren't just the stupid bimbos they see in reality shows.

18. Nathan Fillion has stood me up twice in a row at conventions: once at Dallas Comic Con 2013 (seriously, he canceled his appearance the first day of the con WHILE I WAS ON THE PLANE) and then again at Atlanta Comic Con a year later, so I’m convinced that the universe is keeping us apart because I am his one true love. That, or I just have unbelievable bad luck.

19. I rarely post on writing forums because I'm scared I'm an annoyance and no one finds me worthwhile.

20. Every single day, I ask myself why I bother writing when no one buys my books and every single day, I tell myself, "Because I love it" and keep writing anyway.

21. I think Tumblr is the best worst thing that ever happened to me.

22. I don't expect to ever make money as an author. The only reason I do this for a living is because I love writing and I want to write someone's favorite book. I don't care who it is. I just want one person on this planet of seven billion to say, "The Black Parade? Yeah, that's my favorite book!" I will literally die happy if that ever happens.

23. Watching the movie Matilda almost always makes me want to cry because I was that lonely, inquisitive kid for most of my childhood. (Minus the abusive parents, of course. My parents are quite lovely.)

24. Kyoko is not my legal name, but I consider it to be my real name. It's what I call myself in my head, after all.

25. I have massive social anxiety problems, but I force myself to talk to people in hopes that it will someday get better and I can learn how to connect with others enough to have friends and colleagues. 

The Holy Dark
The Black Parade Series
Book 3
Kyoko M

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: April 24, 2015

ISBN 10: 1511543736
ISBN 13: 978-1511543736

Number of pages: 346 (eBook)
460 (paperback)

Word Count: 147,000

Cover Artist: Gunjan Kumar
and Christopher Cold

Book Description:

Sarcastic demon-slayer extraordinaire Jordan Amador has been locked in a year-long struggle to hunt down the thirty silver coins paid to Judas Iscariot. The mere touch of these coins is enough to kill any angel.

Jordan's demonic opposition grows more desperate with each coin found, so they call on the ultimate reinforcement: Moloch, the Archdemon of War. Moloch puts out a contract on Jordan as well as her estranged husband, the Archangel Michael. Now Jordan and Michael will have to find a way to work together to survive against impossible odds and stop Moloch's plan, or else he’ll wage a war that will wipe out the human race.

Available at Amazon

Chattanooga had been a nice place to live for the past ten months, a fact proven by my utter disapproval of the hotel we checked in the following night we left. The safe house was in Montpelier, Vermont and by car it was an eighteen-hour drive. However, the two of us were exhausted from the recent fights we’d had and needed some sleep so we stopped in Newburgh, Connecticut. We’d camp out here for the night and then leave first thing in the morning.
Myra worked at an office supplies store back in Tennessee, which paid alright, but neither of us were exactly swimming in cash. The hotel we chose was not of the highest caliber. The only benefits it boasted were cable television and air conditioning. I missed my thin pillows and slightly lumpy mattress back home.  
We were behind schedule, but only slightly. Myra went to buy some dinner while I opted for a long, hot shower. It wasn’t a nice place to stay, but it had one admittedly awesome amenity—a handheld sprayer with plenty of settings. I stayed in until my fingertips were pruny, mulling over recent events and hoping that a clear solution would arise. No such luck. We were still on defense. I didn’t like it, not one bit. The weight hanging off my soul was starting to make my knees buckle. I had to fix this. I had to save the angels. I owed them. They had shed blood for me more than once. I wasn’t going to disappoint them, not again. Never again.
I finished rinsing out my hair and groped for the towel with my eyes closed to avoid getting any residual shampoo in them. Weirdly, my fingers hit nothing but the moist air near the rack. Frowning, I reached out farther. It wasn’t there. Had it fallen onto the floor?
“Lose something?”
I froze. A deep, mocking, dry-as-sandpaper voice. No. Please, God, let it just be my imagination.
I pried my eyes open and ducked my head around the shower curtain. There, in front of the sink, stood a tall, pale-skinned man with shoulder-length hair as black as soot and a smile as sinister as the devil himself. His eyes were the lightest hue of blue that existed and the pupils were thin and diamond-like rather than round. His features were vaguely European—small forehead, narrow nose, thin but sensual lips, arched eyebrows—but I knew he didn’t have an accent.
He clutched my towel in his long-fingered hand, the other tucked in the pocket of his easily seven-hundred-dollar black suit pants. I recognized his favorite dark color scheme—a charcoal grey button up shirt, black silk tie, and Gucci dress shoes.
“Looking good, my pet.”
The archdemon Belial was standing in my bathroom.

About the Author:

Kyoko M is an author, a fangirl, and an avid book reader. Her debut novel, The Black Parade, has been on Amazon's Bestseller List at #5 in the Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek mythology and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a manuscript (or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on Tumblr, or chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a good Harry Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any author, she wants nothing more than to contribute something great to the best profession in the world, no matter how small.

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