Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Tristan Wins and YOU Get the Prize!

Holy wow! With an incredible number of votes on both sides, Tristan won his first match in the NA Crush Tourney! Hugely! You guys are the BEST. FANS. EVER. The UK and the rest of Europe and then Australia kicked us off with a ginormous (as Dorian would say) lead before the US even woke up, and then the US brought it home. A worldwide effort! How freakin' cool is that?!


Next week Tristan takes on #4 seed Rush from Fallen Too Far by Abbi Glines. At #20 (last) seed and going up against a NYT bestseller, Tristan is the major underdog. But I have no doubt you all will give Rush a run for his money! If you want to get more involved, follow this link for information on Team #KnightRiders:

For now, Tristan and I want to show our appreciation for this win, as promised. Here's a special scene, written from his point-of-view, to say "thank you." Many readers have said they'd like to know what Tristan was going through all that time he was gone between Promise and Purpose. Well, here's a small glimpse. Enjoy!

If you haven't read Promise and Purpose, you probably don't want to read this. It spoils A. LOT.

I stood in the center of the round cavern, my gaze locked on the wall in front of me where shadows and lights danced. Hearths filled with colorful flames circled the room and the Ancients’ throne-like chairs sat in front of them. Red eyes glowed from the dark hooded figures standing near the fires or sitting in the chairs. Those same eyes once appraised me. Those same demons once revered me as their star—their prizefighter. Now they glared at me with malice.
Wearing old, ripped-up cargo pants, combat boots and nothing else, I stood with my feet shoulder-width apart, my hands clasped behind my back, my eyes forward. But rather than throwing my shoulders back and jutting my chin up, I let them droop slightly. The way my pants hung low on my hips, I knew it looked like I’d lost weight. Of course, that was impossible and they knew that, but the effect was still there. I even flinched when Lucas spoke.
“Have you had a change of mind yet, Seth?” he demanded in the Ancients’ old tongue never used outside this chamber. His clear-blue eyes lasered into me, as if he could force my mind to alter to his will. I kept my face stone-still. Continued glaring at the wall. I’d given up on forcing them to call me Tristan years ago. “Ready to return to where you truly belong?”
“Always,” I said through a clenched jaw, responding in their language. I finally moved my eyes, cut my gaze to return his glare. “I belong with Alexis and the Amadis.”
Zardok, the Ancient Vampire, suddenly stood in front of me. His words filled the room like a loud bass drum, and his sour breath blew the hair back from my face. “YOU ARE A FOOL!”
I returned my focus to the wall, ignoring the disgusting bloodsucker. He returned to his chair just as fast as he’d come, his anger pulsing off of him in palpable waves.
Lucas clucked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk. Such a shame to have to keep doing this. But if you refuse to rejoin us, you leave me no choice.” He turned his back to me, his white-blond ponytail writhing like a snake between his shoulder blades. “We have a new potion, yes?”
One of the hooded figures by a hearth nodded. “And a spell along with it.”
Lucas raised his right hand to shoulder-height and snapped his fingers. Four werewolves surrounded me—two at my front, two close to my shoulders. A sorcerer stood in front of me, and I braced myself as he raised his staff and slammed it back on the ground.
A fiery current shot through my feet and into my body, an electric charge zinging through every nerve. My muscles seized, and I stifled a gasp. He brought the staff down again, and the pain racked through me once more. I nearly doubled over. The third time sounded like thunder cracking through the cavern. My gut clenched. My lungs seized. A growl rumbled in my throat as the instinctual urge to fight back rose from within, but I wouldn’t allow it. Instead, I let myself fall to my knees.
The sorcerer’s hand flicked. My back arched and my head fell back, forcing my bare chest upwards. The Weres—in their burly human forms—each took a limb to hold me down. Lucas stood over me, one hand grasping a foot-long, curved blade, its honed point dripping with some new poison for them to try on me.
“Where do you belong?” Lucas asked again.
“With the Amadis,” I said, my voice purposely hoarse.
“Wrong answer,” Lucas replied, and he thrust the blade into my chest.
I bit back another gasp of pain. Their potions were getting nastier, their spells meaner. This one hurt like a son of a bitch, acid pouring through the layers of skin. Again, I suppressed the urge to fight back.
“Who do you serve?” Lucas demanded, his voice rising as he held the knife half buried, the point very near my heart but unable to penetrate.
God,” I rasped just as loud as him, ensuring everyone in the room heard me.
White-hot spikes of agony shot under the skin surrounding my heart. Fuuuuck! A shudder wracked my body as Lucas dug the knife in deeper and slid it downward. Breathing became more difficult to control and my chest rose shallowly as I began to pant. But even as he severed the skin and tendons, everything knitted back together right behind the blade. He pulled the knife out, then plunged it in again.
Who—owns—you?” Lucas yelled as he pulled and plunged the knife between each word. A noise I couldn’t control rumbled in my chest—a growl of anger mixed with a groan of pain. When that was my only answer, he continued slicing my skin with the poison-covered blade, carving gashes into my chest, setting my nerves on fire. “WHO. OWNS. YOU?!”
ALEXIS!” I finally bellowed. Pain blinded me. Electric current shot through my veins, seizing every muscle, before letting go. I fell forward to my hands, my breaths still coming in shallow pants. A thin sheen of sweat covered my face and body. I leaned back on my heels, and blood slid down my chest and over my tight stomach muscles, although the wounds had already sealed. My hair clung to the sides of my face and neck as I rolled my eyes up to look at Lucas and lifted the corner of my lip in a snarl. My voice, however, now came out clear. And low and deliberate, letting them know they’d never break me. “Alexis owns me.”
Whatever came at me, I let it hit me. Let them think they were bringing me down. Making me weak. Just not completely broken. That was the plan.
It knocked me out.
I awoke to my boots bumping along the rocky dirt floor as two brick-house vampires dragged me through a dark corridor to my own personal cave far from the center of Hades. Rocks and the uneven terrain kept catching my legs, tearing new holes into my pants. Their stone-like hands gripped around my shoulders like vises with enough pressure that a Norman man’s bones would be pulverized. My head bobbed as I watched them carefully through the curtain of hair that hung in my face. I could have walked on my own volition by now, but I wasn’t about to make their job easier.
I let them throw me into my dirt cave and even gave them a show by crawling to the far wall, into the shadows, and curling into the fetal position. They snorted and snickered as they trotted off. When the time came, they’d be the first I’d kill. But not now.
Right now, I was buying Alexis time. As long as Lucas and the Ancients had me to play with, they’d leave her and our son alone. In the meantime, I’d let them think they were getting to me. They obviously couldn’t kill me—they’d already tried everything and continually failed—but as much as Lucas’s attempts hurt, I could deal with it. Patience was a virtue and Lucas was anything but virtuous. He’d eventually grow bored of torturing me and find a different technique of trying to get me to fight for them again. But that would never happen.
I fight for you, Alexis, I thought as I rolled onto my back, my eyes closed. I pulled at a cherished memory of our time together, her beautiful face clear as day as she gave me a shy grin. We sat on the beach near Sophia’s house in the Cape, watching the sunset together for the first time. My insides took a beating as the Ancients’ monster within me tried to come out, but the urge to kiss her, to touch her skin, to feel her body against me was stronger. But I couldn’t take the chance. And she obviously wasn’t ready.
I moved onto another favorite vision—the two of us sitting on the motorcycle on Gasparilla Island, watching the sun set over the water.
I love you, my sweet Tristan,” she whispered against my ear, her full lips sending sparks straight to my dick, but it was those words that I treasured. Words I’d never expected to hear in my long life.
I love you, too, ma lykita,” I murmured back, and I moaned aloud at her content sigh in my head.
One day, I vowed, we’d share those words again. One day, I’d make good on my promise.

If you want to know more about the Ancients and Hades, be sure to read Genesis: A Soul Savers Novella.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Cover Reveal & Crush Tourney

Holy smokes today is a crazy day! We have a cover reveal for Soul Savers Book 5! Finally!!! Woohoo!!! But before I share it...

Today is Tristan's first match in the NA Crush Tourney!

This is so exciting - and a little nerve-wracking. So please do me a huge favor to keep my nerves in check - go show your love for Tristan and vote for him! Please? *bats eyelashes* He's got a tough opponent, but with your help, I know he can pull through. If he wins this round, I have a special scene written from Tristan's POV. If he wins the whole tourney, I'll write their wedding night from his POV  and you know how hot that night is!

So let's show everyone who the best hottie is in the New Adult category! And while you're there, read Lisa's amazing advocate post and be sure to watch the awesomely HILARIOUS video thanks to some fantabulous fans.

Okay, thanks! Now on to the cover and title reveal. Eep! I hope you like it!

What do you think? If you read the end of Power, you can imagine the kick-ass mood Alexis is in. I think this shows it well. :) I can't wait for you to read it!

Now, I know you didn't leave this page to vote before seeing the cover, so GO DO IT NOW!!! For the love of Tristan! Haha!

Here's the link:

Tweet like crazy! Be sure to include the following hashtags and the link in your tweets so we can find you and others know where they can vote for Tristan too!

#NACrushTourney - #KnightRiders -

And if you feel so inclined, I'd love to see these all over the interwebz, so feel free to share:

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Cover Teaser and a Crush Tourney!

I have a big tease for you! Well, only if you didn't receive the newsletter (and if you did, shhhh!, no telling until Tuesday). We have a cover for Soul Savers Book 5!!! Here's a sneak peek:

Oh! Want to see the whole thing? You will - on Tuesday! You may have seen a couple of other versions of this around the blogosphere today. We have a blast going on because besides the cover reveal, we have other big news for Tuesday.


What is that?

Structured like the NCAA basketball championships, the NA Crush Tourney is a tournament of book heroes pitted against each other in matches. The hero who gets the most votes moves on to the next round (and the other guy is done), and this continues until there is only one hero left - the NA Crush Tourney Champion. So pick your favorite hero (the bracket is here, but of course yours is Tristan, right?), get behind him and bring in the votes!

You can help by reading the below and by sharing a couple of yummy graphics:

Haven't read the series? How about a FREE eBook copy of Promise? It's FREE on ALL platforms! Yes it is! Here's links where you can get YOUR FREE COPY TODAY!

Order the FREE eBook Online here: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords
In the UK: Amazon, iBooks

Okay, Lisa at A Life Bound By Books is still looking for HELP with the #NACrushTourney for none other than Tristan Knight himself! She's created a Street Team called #KnightRiders and would LOVE to have YOU help Tristan make his way to VICTORY!! The first round is coming up quick. Here's all the info you need to know so far.

Oh and EVERYONE who helps with the Tourney by joining the Street Team and doing tasks will be ENTERED TO WIN PRIZES!!! YES! PRIZES!!! More from Lisa about that later.

Now... Lisa can't do this on her own, so this is where you guys come in.

First and most important, Tristan has his first round coming up, so we all have to act fast! Voting opens for the first round on ****Monday, June 25th at 11:59PM EST (or for us on the west coast, Monday at 8:59PM PST)**** Once the post is up, the voting can begin and will only be open for 24 HOURS! You'll be able to VOTE both at A Life Bound By Books and at the NA ALLY! (During the 24 hour voting period I believe you'll be able to vote from multiple devices so everyone should keep that in mind.)

Wondering what we'll ALL win when Tristan WINS? Straight from Kristie herself -
And here's my reward if he wins Round 1 (please put in both posts): "A never-before-seen scene written from Tristan's point-of-view that I promise you will love. And if he wins the whole tourney? You'll get to read about their wedding night from Tristan's POV."

Looking to sign up for #KnightRiders Street TeamHere's the quick form to fill out. Every thing will happen in a few emails so not to worry about having your inbox bogging down. Also, all info, emails, etc will be deleted at the end of the tournament.

Grab the button below, add it to blogs, Facebook, change your twitter pic, etc! Put it up everywhere you can!!


Tweet like crazy! Be sure to include the following hashtags so we can find you on twitter -

#NACrushTourney #KnightRiders

Here's some other important links to follow and watch for -

Find on Twitter: A Life Bound By Books, Tristan, Kristie Cook
Find on Facebook: A Life Bound By Books, Tristan, Kristie Cook

Title: Promise (Soul Savers #1)
Author: Kristie Cook
Publisher: Ang'dora Productions, 369 Pages (August 11, 2011)
Add to: Goodreads
Order the FREE eBook Online here: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords

Synopsis: New Adult Paranormal Romance ** Mature Content ** Recommended for ages 16+ due to sexual situations and language.

First installment of award-winning author Kristie Cook's bestselling Soul Savers Series

Alexis Ames has a life full of promise...but not all promises can be kept.

When Alexis Ames is attacked by creatures that can't be real, she decides it's time she learns who she really is, with or without the help of her mother, who guards their family's secrets closely. After meeting the inhumanly attractive, multi-talented Tristan Knight, however, Alexis retreats behind her façade of normalcy...until she discovers he's not exactly normal either. Then their secrets begin to unravel.

Their union brings hope and promise to her family's secret society, the Angels' army, and to the future of mankind. But it also incites a dangerous pursuit by the enemy - Satan's minions and Tristan's creators. After all, Alexis and Tristan are a match made in Heaven and in Hell.

1st Place - 2010 Royal Palm Literary Award - Fantasy (Published) by Florida Writers Association.

Keep an eye out on A Life Bound By Books on all platforms for more info coming soon including - News, Giveaways and other Exciting things for the tourney!

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Street Team? Why Not?!

You asked and you shall receive.

Lots of readers have asked me when I'm going to start a street team. I have a small, core group of major fans who have gone way above and beyond for me and my books, but there are so many more of you who'd like to show your support by being more involved. So I did it - I started a street team!

Are you one of these big fans? Do you love the Soul Savers and the Book of Phoenix series? Do you think readers around the world deserve to know about these books? Can you help spread the word?

If you answered "yes" to all of these, you might want to become a member of Kristie's Warriors!

Kristie's Warriors is my brand new street team made up of readers who love my books and are committed to doing what they can to tell the world about them. We have a Warriors Creed and to be initiated, each member must take the Warrior's Pledge. As a member, you participate in Missions and Operations that help spread the word about my books, my characters and me as an author. Our first major task starts next week - Operation #KnightRiders to support Tristan in the NA Crush Tourney! (Of course, you can support him anyway - but that's another post coming soon.)

Missions are mainly internet-based, so you can participate without leaving your computer. They will be as easy as posting on Facebook, Tweeting, and commenting on blog posts, but can be more extensive, such as creating a meme, taking and sharing a picture of a book in the wild, and getting a business card from your local bookstore or library. Most tasks are individual but some will be done as a team - be ready to state your preference of Amadis or Daemoni.

In exchange, Warriors are the first to receive any book and author news (even before newsletter subscribers), participate in exclusive events and fun competitions, and are awarded with special swag. For example, be the first to see the next book's cover or to read an excerpt, or receive presents like bags, t-shirts, coffee mugs, and more! We have all kinds of exciting plans for this group.

To keep the group manageable, Kristie's Warriors has limited space available. If you're interested in showing your support, please complete the form below. Don't delay - I expect this to fill up quickly.

Before you complete the form, be sure you agree to The Warriors' Creed!

The Warriors' Creed

  • I believe Author Kristie Cook is among my favorite authors.
  • I believe Kristie Cook’s books are among my favorite books.
  • I believe readers around the world deserve to know about and enjoy Kristie Cook’s books.
  • I believe in putting forth my best effort in helping spread the word.
  • I believe Kristie’s Warriors is a place for reader camaraderie and support, for friendship, and first and foremost, for coordination and support of our Primary Objective: Tell the World About Kristie Cook’s Books!
  • I believe in supporting others with positive and constructive messages, even when we disagree, and that negative communication is only harmful to ourselves and to others.
  • I believe in upholding the highest of ethics and moral standards, which includes honesty, loyalty, empathy, service, fairness, personal and group honor.

If The Warriors' Creed is for you and you want to be a part of Kristie's Warriors, please fill out the following form.


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Thanks for Helping OKC!

Wow, you guys! Look what we did!

That's the total we raised for the American Red Cross to help those folks ravaged by tornadoes in Oklahoma!


Seriously! Of course, that doesn't count all of you who had donated and forgot to send your receipts to me. I can only imagine what that number would be.

Thank you to everyone who participated! Your donations, buying my books so I'd donate $1 and spreading the word definitely made a difference.

As for our winner? Congratulations to...

Kari Y.!!!!

She's already been notified and is looking forward to receiving her swag bag full of signed books. Thank you, Kari, for your donation and your buys!

Although this little "fundraiser" is over, please don't hesitate to make a donation to the Red Cross. On the last day of my event, a tornado hit even closer to my Dad's home, as well as close to authors I know in the OKC and Tulsa areas. A blogger and my favorite book pimp had damage from bad weather in Illinois. Tornadoes aren't discriminatory anymore either - no longer targeting just Tornado Alley. There have been warnings in my hometown in Northern Virginia and other parts of the DC and Eastern Seaboard area this week. Tornado season technically winds down this month (as if Mother Nature follows the calendar this year), but hurricane season is gearing up and we've already had our first named storm. The Red Cross is going to need every bit of help they can get. So please consider donating as much and as often as you can.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Summer Giveaway - Win a Kindle Fire HD!

Kids are out (or soon will be) of school, the weather is warming up, and the pool and beach are calling our names. Time to don the sundresses or cut-off shorts, flip-flops and sunglasses and slap on some sunscreen. Because...


And what better way to celebrate than with a Summer Giveaway?!

Where you can win this:

You can also discover new-to-you indie authors who are all offering certain titles on Amazon Kindle for only 99c!

See this one on the gorgeous banner above? If you're new here, that would be mine. And it's not really 99c - it's FREE! So if you haven't read it yet, no excuses - go download it now (and if you read and review, you get extra points in the giveaway).

About Promise

New Adult Paranormal Romance ** Mature Content ** Recommended for ages 16+ due to sexual situations and language

Alexis Ames has a life full of promise...but not all promises can be kept.

When Alexis Ames is attacked by creatures that can't be real, she decides it's time she learns who she really is, with or without the help of her mother, who guards their family's secrets closely. After meeting the inhumanly attractive, multi-talented Tristan Knight, however, Alexis retreats behind her façade of normalcy...until she discovers he's not exactly normal either. Then their secrets begin to unravel.

Their union brings hope and promise to her family's secret society, the Angels' army, and to the future of mankind. But it also incites a dangerous pursuit by the enemy - Satan's minions and Tristan's creators. After all, Alexis and Tristan are a match made in Heaven and in Hell.

1st Place - 2010 Royal Palm Literary Award - Fantasy (Published) by Florida Writers Association

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Audiobook at

Excerpt from Promise:

“Penny for your thoughts?” Tristan asked, breaking the silence as we crossed the boardwalk accessing the beach.

“Hmph. They’re worth more than that,” I teased.

He chuckled. “Okay, a Benji for your thoughts?”


He pulled a one-hundred-dollar bill from his pocket. I raised my eyebrows and he put it away, laughing. “You’re right. Your thoughts are priceless.”

We walked to the edge of the water, kicked off our shoes, and then turned and meandered along the wet sand. It gave me a chance to edit my thoughts before sharing them.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” I finally said, “but . . . I was just thinking that we’ve been hanging out for a couple months now, and I hardly know anything about you.”

“Ah. What do you want to know?” He peered down at me from the corner of his eye, seemingly hesitant—like I felt when someone asked about me.

 “Um, well, where are you from?” That was an easy one, especially in Florida. Hardly anyone was from here.

He was silent for a moment, as if it was difficult to answer, and then said cryptically, “Lots of places . . . nowhere in particular.”

I could relate to that. It could be my own answer.

“So . . . you moved around a lot?”

He shrugged. “You could put it that way.”

“What do your parents do?”

“They don’t do anything. They died a long time ago.”

“Oh.” Oops. I didn’t know I was headed into heavy stuff. “I’m sorry.”

He looked down at me and smiled gently. “You didn’t know. I hardly remember them anyway. It was a long time ago. I was raised by . . . distant relatives, I guess you could say.”

“Did they bring you here?”

“Oh, no, I came here alone.” There was that steely undertone again. “I’ve been on my own for quite a while.”

More silence as I thought for a minute. I remembered what he’d told Mom . . . he’d never gone back and he never will. How awful it must be to lose his parents and then to have to live with what must have been dreadful relatives, people like Lenny. My theory must have been true. I decided to leave that subject alone.

 “So where were these ‘lots of places’ you grew up?”

“Pretty much everywhere, but mostly Europe.”

Really?” That one surprised me. “But you don’t have any kind of accent.”

He chuckled.

“I’ve been in the U.S. for a few years and I adapt easily and pick up the local accent quickly.” He changed his tone and spoke with a perfect English cadence, “Would you rahther I hahd an ahccent?” Then he switched to French, rolling the R’s, “Or, pear’aps Francais eez better, ma lykita?”

I laughed. Although I couldn’t understand it all, the French accent was especially delightful with his lovely voice.

“Do you speak other languages, then?”

“Seven altogether.”

“Wow,” I breathed with awe. I tried to imagine growing up in Europe, living as transient a life as we had, but in places such as London, Rome and Paris. I probably glamorized it, but it seemed much more exciting than my life.

“If you came here by yourself, what brought you here?”

He didn’t answer at first and kicked at a wave. Then he shrugged and said, “Just needed a change.”
“Oh.” That was a non-answer.

He looked down at me. “Actually, I want to be honest with you. I came here for a job . . . or an assignment is more like it . . . and stayed because I like the people.”

“Oh, okay.” I hadn’t realized he had a job. I started wondering what he did besides a couple college classes. He had mentioned once he had lots of other things going on in his life, but he never talked about anything.

“But if I told you any more, I’d have to kill you.” His tone was serious and I looked up in surprise. He laughed.

“Oh, I see. CIA or FBI?” I played along, remembering the old secret-agent movies Mom liked to watch. “Oh, wait, probably Scotland Yard. Or maybe the KGB?” I widened my eyes in mock horror.

He laughed again. “You’re way off.”

“I’ll figure it out,” I promised lightheartedly.

He frowned and his tone darkened. “Yes, I’m sure you will. Some day.”

“Would that be bad?”

The frown quickly disappeared, as if he hadn’t realized it was there until I said that. He peered down at me as we walked a few steps in silence. “I don’t know yet.”

Honesty and seriousness filled his tone . . . and a bit of sadness. I sighed in frustration. He raised more questions than he answered.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

I wanted to tell him how annoyingly cryptic he was. But I didn’t. Because he could always turn that back at me.

“No, I guess not.”

“We better turn around,” he said.

I looked behind us and saw we had walked much farther than I realized. We played in the water on the way back, kicking it up at each other and running away from the splashes, then he took my hand and pulled me to dry sand, where we sat to watch the sunset. We gazed in silence, both in the same position—knees pulled up, arms wrapped around our legs. I rested my chin on my knees.

God displayed His divine artistic ability, painting the sky with brushstrokes of dark violet, lavender, magenta and soft pink against a light blue canvas, with a bright splash of gold at the horizon reflecting on the water. Waves gently lapped at the sand and seagulls cawed at each other.  I inhaled deeply, trying to pull it all into my body and embed it in my memory as one of those perfect moments to be cherished forever. The brackishness of salt water and the sweet-tanginess of Tristan’s scent nearly intoxicated me.

I turned and Tristan cocked his head to look at me, his beautiful eyes sparkling, immediately calming me. In fact, I’d never felt so content. His conversation with my mom seemed vague and nonsensical now. He was right. She needed to let go. Because I wanted to be nowhere else than right here with him.

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