Thursday, July 25, 2013

Triple M Series by C.M. Stunich Blog Tour

The Triple M Blog Tour
Books: “Losing Me, Finding You” “Loving Me, Trusting You”

I am very excited to be promoting these books because I LOVED Losing Me, Finding You!! It also happens to be my favorite COVER of ALL TIME!! I mean LOOK at it YUMMMM!! I am seriously so excited to get my hands on Losing Me, Trusting You!!

Losing Me, Finding You Blurb
Twenty-one year old Amy Cross's idea of a hot Saturday night is curling up with her favorite book boyfriend and secretly sneaking a bottle of her mother's wine. That is, until she meets Austin Sparks, the biker boy with a past that burns like fire and a gaze she can't look away from. Without knowing what she's doing or why she's doing it, Amy ends up on the road with Austin traveling from one city to another while learning things she's only ever read about in romance novels.

At first it seems like Austin is Amy's fantasy come true, but as their journey progresses, she starts to sense that Austin is running away from something. Amy knows that she'll do whatever it takes to help him find himself. What she doesn't expect is that she'll lose herself in the process and how good it will feel to be free.

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Loving Me, Trusting You Blurb
The Triple M Motorcycle Gang has a new president in Austin Sparks, the bad boy biker that swept Amy Cross off her feet. And nobody's happier about that than Gaine Kelley. Now that his best friend has finally found the woman of his dreams, Gaine's free to go after Mireya. But what if she isn't ready yet? What if the demons from her past howl so loud she can't hear him calling?

Mireya Sawyer isn't ready for love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Especially not when the one thing she's always fought for is called into question. Triple M may not be a 'real' MC, but they're posing as one, and there are people that don't like that. People who can't accept the way they do things and are willing to take the time to put a stop to it. With several rival gangs circling around, threatening the rights of the women in Triple M, Mireya knows it's time to forget her love affair with Austin and move on. Thing is, Gaine's not willing to stand on the sidelines anymore. He loves her, but can she trust him?

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Today we have the amazing C.M. Stunich here with us today to answer a few of our burning questions. Welcome C.M can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
Absolutely! Thanks for having me. ;) I'm basically a slave to my cats, but in my free time, I like to write books about people who cuss too much and have serious problems. Sometimes, I stray into the whimsical or the realm of rainbows, but mostly I like the dark. I've also sprouted fangs, gone completely pale and started sleeping in coffins. I have a strong taste for blood and an aversion to the sun … might you know anything about that?

First off I want to bow down to you and the quality books you put out so fast. Not a lot of authors can put out books that fast and have them be worth reading let alone be fabulous like yours. How do you do it?
Aw, thank you!! Practice, practice, practice. Oh, and a little bit of reading and a heaping dollop of severe OCD. I write A LOT, sometimes twelve plus hours a day, seven days a week. Like any craft, the more you do it, the faster you get! I also like to write from the heart, just let my soul spill all over the page. That helps a lot. ;)

You have some very sexy, bad-ass, asshatish but lovable Alpha Males where do you get your inspiration from for these amazing men?
Mostly from the dark, dark depths of my bleeding soul. Hehe. Okay, well, maybe that's not entirely true. I like to draw inspiration from people I know, people I want to know, and people I hope to know. The whole world is full of inspiration if you're willing to look: the guy behind the Starbucks counter might have a smile that's just so, the dude at the movie theater has that perfect laugh, a man walking his dog outside has gentle eyes. I just absorb these things and piece them together Frankenstein style.

One of my favorite things about you besides your sexy Alphas is the variety of books you write. You have bad-ass bikers, sinful rockers & even troubled Models. Is it hard to keep everything separate or do you find yourself trying to turn your Rockers into motorcycle riding
LOL! My mind is always spinning in a million directions … there are characters in there that I don't even want the world to know about! So, yeah, definitely sometimes I get a little wonky. Um, were his eyes blue or green? How tall was he? Is this something he'd say? Some of the most difficult bits come from trying to make sure that the characters don't all sound the same. For example, Ty McCabe and Turner Campbell are a bit difficult for me to sort out sometimes! When that happens, I just go back and read earlier chapters or books in the series for a refresher.

I know Get Bent is coming out soon and it continues Turner & Naomi's amazing story but will we get a story from any of the others in the Band?
YES!!! So glad you asked that. I'm not saying this is going to be Turner and Naomi's last book, but the next few in the series will definitely be about other band members: Ronnie, Dax, Blair, maybe even America. =)

Ok how about the “Triple M Series,” how many books do you plan on writing in that series?
I've decided not to commit to a number yet since I have to see where things go. Ideally, after Gaine's book, I'd write Beck's then Kimmi's then another Austin and Amy. But who knows? ;)

You also have some Paranormal books that you have written. Do you plan to write more Paranormal books and do you find it hard switching between the different genres?
Oh yeah! I'm not done with paranormal yet. In fact, that's my preferred genre. I've been on a New Adult binge lately, but once this ride is over, I'm going to finish up all my unfinished paranormal series and the maybe delve into dystopian and sci-fi as well as fantasy. My absolute favorite genre is Urban Fantasy, so expect a lot of those!

Who was your most difficult character to write and why?
Natalie from The Feed because she's the smartest, most level headed character I have ever written. I want to be friends with that chick, and in a disaster, she's the one I'd want on my side!

What do you like to do when you're not writing?
What? I don't understand the question. When I'm not writing? I didn't know it was possible to stop! ;) Okay, enough of the bad jokes. I like to eat too much chocolate, excessively visit small Thai restaurants, and observe Real Estate.

Do you have any favorite authors, books or BBF?
Of course! Every writer does! If they say they don't, they're probably lying! LOL. I love the early Anita Blake books by Laurell K. Hamilton. Those are my go to reads when I need something amazing. I'm also in love with Karen Marie Moning and anything she writes.

What can we expect from you next?
Lots of sequels to my ongoing series and a few stand alone novels. I'm going to try not to start any new series until I've wrapped up all the ones I have. My guess is this (subject to change!): Get Bent, 'Loving Me, Trusting You', a summer teen beach read, a dirty new adult stand alone, Never Let Go, an urban fantasy, sequel, sequel, sequel.

Ok now for some fun questions, Lights on / lights off?
Lights on, baby!

Chocolate Syrup or Whip Cream?
Whip cream. ;)

Bed, floor or up against the wall?
Against the wall all the way!

Night Owl or Morning Person?
Hoo hoo.

Boxers, Briefs or Commando?
The key here is: easy access.

Thank you so much for taking the time to let us interview you. I love your books and can't wait for the next one to come out. Do you have anything else you would like to say to your fans?
That I love them crazy hard, that I couldn't do this without them, that they make the writing worth it. In the words of Tyson Monroe McCabe, I heart the f*** out of them.

Take off your pants,” he says simply and that's it. I turn around and stare at him, noticing that his eyes are like fire, waiting to wash over me and burn me to ash.
“What?” Austin grins and pulls out a cigarette, sticking it between his lips and taking off his vest. He tosses it onto the gravel by the side of the road like we're not out in the middle of the country, like we're right back in that hotel room together with all the privacy in the world.
“Take 'em off. This is your next lesson. If you don't wear a skirt, be prepared to take off your pants. Come on, sugar, let's get to it. We've gotta hurry before somebody drives by and sees us.”
“You're serious?” I ask him, getting chills and a gut wrenching belly ache. Oh God, yes. I can't believe I waited twenty-one years for this feeling. It's incredible.
“As a heart attack,” Austin says, taking a drag on his cigarette and tossing it to the ground, so he can smash it under his boot. I nibble my lip for a moment and then start to unbutton my jeans. Austin's eyes follow the motion and narrow when I pause with the zipper halfway down.
“Take off your shirt,” I command him. I want to see what's under there. Three times we've had sex and not once have I gotten to see his chest and belly. He grins at me and obliges, tearing the black fabric off and tossing it down alongside his vest.
Austin is … Well, God, Austin is ripped. He's tight and muscular and I can see every muscle in his belly as clear as day. His skin stretches hot and slick over the firmness of his chest and stomach, dipping into his pants with a sprinkle of sandy hair. Above his pecs, he's got another skull tattoo surrounded by roses and on either side, a gun pointing inwards. Sweat glides across the colorful piece of art and gets caught between his muscles, sliding down and soaking into the waistband of his jeans.
I practically tear my boots and pants off in my frenzy to touch him. I can't wait.
“Panties,” he commands me, and I pause. Being pants-less in the middle of the road is one thing, but being pantie-less is quite another altogether.
“Austin … ” He grins at me and reaches down, unzipping his own pants. My gaze follows his hands involuntarily, mesmerizing me.
“Better hurry before somebody comes along and we get interrupted.”
I swallow and look around, listening for the rumble of cars in the distance and hear nothing except for the droning of the cicadas. I drop my panties to my feet before I can stop myself and kick them next to my jeans.
“Now, get on the fucking bike,” Austin leans back and flashes me his cock, hard and ready and waiting. I move forward and climb on so that I'm facing him, trying to move slowly so that I don't seem too eager. Truth is, I am eager, almost desperate for it. Three days ago, I was a virgin reading about my favorite heroines being banged in black and white. Today, I am the heroine, and I can't wait for my turn. “Now, look at you,” Austin says, voice dropping into this lengthy Southern drawl where every fucking syllable is a nightmare of sexual tension, bleeding across my body and making me crazy for it.

What in the holy hell is wrong with that woman?” Austin asks, shading his eyes against the harsh burn of the sun. My helmet's still on, and I'm peering out the visor at the remnants of Mireya Sawyer's soul. They're scattered across the yellow desert for all of Triple M to see, laid bare and sizzling hot. Even if I didn't know her as well as I do, I could see that she's bleeding inside, hurtin' so hard she can't breathe. My first instinct is to cross the dry ground that separates us and take her into my arms, whisper into her hair and tell her that everyone's going to be okay, that I'll take care of her forever.
She'd probably kick me in the fucking nuts.
A smile teases the edge of my lips as I rub at the broken heart tattoo on my shoulder. Austin isn't happy about the sudden stop, but I don't mind. I'd do anything for Mireya Sawyer. Even wait around for ten plus friggin' years while she pined for my best friend.
“Should I go talk to her?” Amy Cross asks, sneaking up between Austin and me, and curling her delicate fingers around his arm. Brunette hair whips around her face, hiding the expression of concern that's there, genuine and sympathetic. She's a miracle that, girl. The one person on this earth that I think is capable of handling Austin. She's calm, collected, and she don't hold no fucking grudge against Mireya. I feel good knowing she's Austin's soul mate. I just hope he's aware of how lucky he is.
“Nah,” I say, watching through the visor, waiting with my breath caught in my chest for that day that might never come, for the day that Mireya Sawyer looks me in the eyes and tells me she loves me right back. I've told her before. Just once. It didn't go over so well. I plan on doing it again, but I don't know when. If I have to, I'll wait another ten years. I'd rather not, thank you very much, but I will. I'd wait forever if I had to.
I glance over at Beck who's busy checking out Amy's ass. When Austin sees, he growls low in his throat and our friend backs off, running his hand through his red hair and chuckling. Dumb as a Goddamn doornail, but ten times tougher. I really believe that Beck could take out twenty men by himself. Wouldn't surprise me a bit.
“She's just … dealing with some old shit,” I say as Austin sighs and glances back at the group behind us. Triple M. Our family. Our friends. The people we'd do anything for, that would do anything for us. It's a confusing time right now, but they're all still here and they're not asking questions. I think it's because we all knew deep down that Kent Diamond was a Goddamn lunatic. Well, okay, for me it wasn't even deep down, but thing is, he did a lot of good for us all, rescued us when nobody else was there, gave us a home and a family. He might've been an asshole, and a backstabber, but he was still the one that gathered us all together, whatever his reasons.
But now he's dead.
Austin didn't bother to check before we left, but I did. I felt for a pulse, and I got nothin'. I don't think Sparks cared either way. All that mattered to him was Amy, and that was that. He took Kent out without a second thought. Guess love will make you do shit like that without thinking. It's a violently gentle emotion, ain't it? A contradiction in and of itself. I know it's been screwing with me forever. Especially when I saw that stupid bitch, Tray Walker.
Fuck. I wanted to kill that son of a bitch with my bare hands, feel the life drain out of him while I gazed into his eyes and showed him exactly how I felt about what he did to Mireya. Stupid motherfucker. But it wasn't my decision. It was hers. Beck gave her the knife, and we walked out. She had blood on her hands when she came out, but not a lot. I don't know what happened, and she doesn't want to talk about it with anyone. Not a single soul.
“We can't sit on the side of the highway all day,” Austin warns, but I'm not sure who he's talking to exactly. He's in charge now, so he better get used to it.
“Okay, Pres,” I say, lifting up my visor and feeling the burn of the sun on my skin. “So what do you want to do about it?” Austin gives me a look, blowing out a rush of air like he isn't quite sure he's ready for all this. I don't tell him, but to me and Beck, he's always been in charge. He's the only one we've ever really listened to.
“Give her five minutes,” Amy says, so quiet that I almost don't catch her words. Austin does though. And he hangs all over them like a kid on the monkey bars. Jesus. This boy is so head over heels, it's hard to look at him. I hope he realizes it. “I think she needs this. If you rush her, she'll hang onto the pain. Let her go for a minute, please?” Amy asks, pressing a kiss to the leather sleeve of Austin's jacket. His arm curls around her waist protectively, and his eyes soften a bit. Jesus.
I turn away. I can't look at that. Not right now. I'm jealous, and I don't want to be. I just want to be happy. I just want to be with Mireya Sawyer.

C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.

Always a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.

C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.

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