Evernight’s Holiday Hangover Blog Hop!

EPHolidayHangoverHopHappy New Year from Evernight!

Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!

Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more you blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by Evernight Publishing (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.

So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover!

Hey, folks, Nicola here, and it’s time to add my personal bit to this post. We were requested to use a New Year’s or hangover theme for our post, so I thought, “What would be more appropriate than three gods sitting around a kitchen table drinking wine and commiserating”

breakerzone_smYes, it’s the (unedited) opening scene to Book Three in my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. And if you want to see how it all got started, please check out Storm Season (Book One) and the newly released Breaker Zone (Book Two). Enjoy!

Three gods sat in a tidy cottage kitchen, sharing a bottle of rather fine wine.

This wasn’t an unusual occurrence for that particular kitchen. With mid-afternoon sunlight playing on its rack of copper pots and aged wooden cabinets, the room radiated a certain cheerful homeliness that could make even a divine being feel welcome. And if pressed, Poseidon (Ruler of the Sea, Earth-Shaker, Lord of Horses, et al.) was willing to admit that he felt surprisingly comfortable in his sons’ oh-so-mortal dwelling.

He definitely appreciated the vintage he was about to receive. Admiring the play of sunlight on crystal and liquid as the level of wine rose in his glass, he nodded when it had reached an acceptable amount.

The male across from him stopped pouring, putting the wine bottle back on the table. Poseidon found the simple act somewhat startling. After millennia of being served by daimons, the invisible spirits of the air that tended the gods of Olympus, he wasn’t used to corporeal hands doing something as mundane as pouring him a glass of wine.

Especially when those hands belonged to Ian West, the new Atlantian God. And, by an incredible concatenation of events that even I find hard to believe, my son-in-law.

Nonplussed, he took a sip. The rich, earthy taste of an excellent Bordeaux rolled over his tongue, and he swallowed with relieved pleasure. “From your wine cellar, I take it?” he said.

The other occupant of the table, a lean redhead with grey eyes, nodded. “I thought it would help, considering what we’re here to discuss,” the sea demigod Bythos said.

“Mm. So you have new information about the cause of Thetis’s madness?”

“We believe so,” Bythos said. “Nick was able to analyze some of her venom while she had him at her lair. He said it contained some kind of nanotechnology. That’s—”

“I know what nanotechnology is,” Poseidon said crisply. “That does come as a surprise. But it explains how she’s been able to turn various creatures into monsters.” He studied his son, whose had been briefly poisoned by the Mad Nereid’s venom. It had required Ian’s new powers, guided by Gaia, to cleanse him of the infection. “Do you know how she obtained this nanotechnology?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Bythos said. “And Nick didn’t mention any identifying marks on it.”

Dr. Nick Gardiner, a friend of Ian, had arrived at the cove a week ago after fleeing a deadly lover. He’d become the Bearer of the Rod of Asclepius in the process, and had endured his own encounter with the Mad Nereid. “Nick had to do his original analysis through Pythia and the Rod,” Ian pointed out. “Plus he had Thetis breathing down his neck. If we can get him some new samples, he might be able to ID who created the nanotech. There can’t be a lot of companies to choose from.”

Poseidon leaned back in his chair, long fingers toying with the almost full wine glass. “Best we take samples from an ilkothella, then,” he said. “It won’t be as powerful as Thetis’s venom, but it should still carry this nanotechnology.”

“Yes, except that the ilkothella has to be captured alive,” Bythos said. “Remember, they turn to sludge when killed.”

Ian shuddered. “How are we going to get one?”

“Aphros and his tritons are more experienced with the creatures,” Poseidon said. “I’ll have him set a squad on capturing one. Where would Nick wish to study it?”

“The cove would be the best place,” Bythos said, “but the protective geas would kill an ilkothella as soon as it came in. I’ll see about setting up some kind of holding pen outside the cove entrance.”

Ian grimaced. “Do we need to keep it alive once we have the sample? I mean, what if it breaks loose?”

Belatedly, Poseidon remembered that a small human town lay close to the cove. During summer, its residents would undoubtedly be spending time in the warm waters of the Atlantic, providing a veritable buffet for an ilkothella. “Make sure it does not break loose,” he ordered. “I have no wish for humans to become panicked if some of their number disappear while swimming.”

Before he could add anything else, there was a knock at the back door. It opened, revealing a lovely brunette carrying a leather messenger bag. “Aphros, are you home? I—”

She stopped as she spotted Poseidon, her bright expression changing to a bland mask. “Oh. I’ll come back later—”

Poseidon jumped to his feet. “No, wait,” he said, the words leaving his mouth before he could call them back. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat. “Aphros isn’t here, but if you wish to speak to Bythos I can step out for a moment.” He tried to smile. It didn’t come out well at all.

His consort Amphitrite glanced at their son, her expression gentling. “No, that’s all right. I just wanted to ask Aph about a recipe,” she said. “Liam wants to try making something called cassoulet. Apparently it’s Nick’s favorite dish.”

Bythos stood, crossing to his mother and kissing her cheek in greeting. “Aph is having a tactical meeting with his tritons,” he said. “He should be back in a few hours.”

Her smile returned. “Then I’ll come back at that time. Gentlemen.” She nodded at Ian and Poseidon.

Poseidon nodded back stiffly, not knowing what else to say. He waited until Bythos had walked the goddess out before dropping back into his seat. What with Nick and his mers joining, it appeared that Olympic Cove was a charmed place for those searching for their soul mates.

I curse both of you for your betrayal. May you never find happiness together.

His hand clenched at the memory, the voice still so familiar after all these centuries.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He blinked, then glared at Ian. “I beg your pardon?”

The storm god sighed. “Look, it’s obvious you two have some long-standing problems. You’re free to tell me to fuck off, but if you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”

For a fraction of a second Poseidon considered the offer. Then he realized how his sons’ mate was likely to respond to the revealing of his greatest failing. The very thought of it made him want to destroy something, preferably a continent.

“I … thank you,” he finally said through stiff lips. “But there is nothing on earth that can help.”

Ian’s eyes narrowed at that, but before he could say anything else Bythos came back into the kitchen. “Father, there’s a triton in the cove,” the demigod said, frowning. “He has a message for you from the Oracle.”

The Oracle of the Waters was one of the last surviving seers, the mouthpiece of the Fates themselves. “Why didn’t you bring him in?” Poseidon asked.

“There are humans on the beach launching a boat,” Bythos said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. “It would be rather noticeable if an armored man suddenly walked out of the water. I told the triton to stay in the cove and wait for you.”

“A boat?” Ian went to the kitchen window, peering out at the beach. “That can’t be Nick’s. He doesn’t know how to sail.”

Bythos gave his mate a wry smile. “I suspect Ms. Kuttner has finally managed to rent out one of the other cottages,” he said. “It was bound to happen at some time. We’ll need to be more cautious moving in and out of the water. Speaking of that–”

He reached into thin air and pulled out a dusty bottle, handing it to Poseidon. “For the Oracle,” he said. “He does appreciate his tribute.”

Poseidon noted the bottle’s vintage, eyebrows rising in appreciation. “He does at that. Thank you, my son. This is … unexpected.”

A faint smile played over Bythos’s lips. “Let’s just say I’m hoping for good news.”

Poseidon nodded in silent agreement, then concentrated. The air molecules around his body shifted, rendering him invisible. Exiting the cottage, he spotted the crew of mortal laborers Bythos had described easing a sailboat into the calm water.

Poseidon tamped down a flicker of irritation. Passing undetected among mortals was simple enough to do, but he’d enjoyed the relative freedom of Olympic Cove and being able to move about without disguising himself. Oh, well. All good things must come to an end, I suppose.

He stepped into the warm water, moving swiftly into the depths and letting them close over him. He automatically checked the condition of the cove; the water was clean, the creatures in it healthy and thriving, and the protective geas laid on it by Bytho still held. No evil would enter the cove to threaten his sons and their mate, or their friends.

At least, not yet.

Okay, fine, I hear you say, but how do I get a chance at winning Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and your blog prize, a saucy little plush merman doll named Dougal?

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Simplement, mon ami! Just answer this question in the comments (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win): What was your most memorable New Year’s Eve?

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Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

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  1. i dont have any real memeorable new years eve. i usually end up in bed by 9 pm lol


  2. Spending the night partying with my best friends! 🙂

  3. Every New Year I spend with my hubby and kids.


  4. Me, my sister and mom always watch all the New Year celebrations on t.v. together every year!! 🙂 Happy New Year!! Christy_love14@hotmail.com

  5. A friend of mine and I were in NYC to go to Times Square and we never found it. LOL
    debby236 at hotmail dot com

  6. Spending New Years with my family. Having a good time and listening to music.

  7. I hate to say it, but I do not really have any. Usually just rent movies and watch with hubby and kiddos. esseboo@yahoo.com

  8. My hubby and I went to a Masquerade Ball in Italy. It even snowed that night. It was magical.

  9. I havent had one yet. But maybe next year, I want to go to a party.

    kitsune_no_sora @ yahoo

  10. I’m not big on celebrating NYE….none seem very memorable


  11. Ever year since I was old enough to remember my family always came over and we ordered out food, played games, cards, watched all the New Years shows together. I’ve always loved that so now my hubby and the kids do this for ourselves. Have a Happy New Year!

  12. No memorable ones, just sitting at home with my husband watching movies.
    skpetal at hotmail dot com

  13. When I don’t work, I spend it quietly at home. I’m not a fan of being out in really cold weather at night or being out with a higher incidence of drunk drivers.


  14. Ringing in the New Year after Hurricane Katrina. My neighbor is an electrician who used to wire professional fireworks displays. He puts on an amazing show at his home every year which I LOVE. That year, however, I spent the evening standing on the undamaged portion of my roof, which was covered in a blue plastic tarp from FEMA, with a garden hose to put out any stray fireworks that would burn a hole in the tarp. Good times – lol!
    Happy New Year!

  15. I do the same thing every year stay home with friends and watch New Year’s rocking eve. I also like some wine and dancing with my daughter is fun also. sweetga_peech@yahoo.com

  16. Deborah Patterson

    The year I sprained my ankle going out of the door on New Year’s Eve…I stay home now, lol…deborahetta61@gmail.com

  17. Probably the first one where my daughter was old enough to understand and celebrate, lol, even though it was celebrated in eastern time when we live in pacific time!

  18. Every year that my husband and I usually watch the New Year’s Rocking Eve Times Square ball drop.

  19. The most memorable would have to be our 2005 civil union when my best friend who was my Maid of Honor, pulled my husbands ring out from her cleavage to hand to me and put on him. The ceremony came to a brief halt as the JP had to compose herself

  20. The time i spent with my nephew for his first one.


  21. My most memorable New Year’s was when I was a kid (ages ago) and my mom and I used to go to my aunt’s house. I would hangout with my cousins and we would have a blast popping fire crackers, and clowning around.

    jmesparza821 at gmail dot com

  22. the ones celebrating with friends
    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  23. A few years ago I went to a party with my friends and I met an amazing guy. We hit it off right away. At midnight he gave me a kiss that I’ve never forgotten.

  24. This year was my most memorable New Year. I spent my adult grown life on New Years with my friends at a party or a bar. Not too much to remember due to alcohol and repetition of the year before.

    This year was different. I spent it with my two sisters and their families. I always felt left out at holiday gatherings since our mother passed away 7 years ago. It was always me and mom, while the others were distracted with their partners and their children. This year, my two sisters and I celebrated the new year as one close knit unit, silently missing our mom. But, giving each other unspoken support and encouragement, at the same time rediscovering our long lost friendship we once had before mom passed.

    This new year was safe, sober, and filled with a new kind of love. I will remember it forever. It changed all of us, me most importantly. I no longer feel alone and neglected within my family.

    I will not miss another gift of time to spend with my family.

    Happy New Year!

  25. Shirley Ann Speakman

    Years ago my friends and I went dancing at a wonderful club it was fantastic night it was last time we all got together before we all left for different colleges and new jobs. Great memories.


  26. My first one with my husband. He took me out for a drive and we found a nice quiet spot to lay on the hood of the car and watch the stars. dustykattc@hotmail.com

  27. I saw a friend’s band play a house party on NYE 2000. They were awesome!


  28. Being 45, I have been through many New Years Eves. I can’t explain why, but the one that I remember most was 1979 going into 1980. I was ten years old and I remember being with my sister and brother in law’s family. Nothing special – just being there in the living room with her mother in law and all the others. laura.striplin@gmail.com

  29. Most memorable was when I was a kid where my friends and I would set off fireworks.
    bituin76 at hotmail dot com

  30. NYE is usually low key just spent with my husband and close friends.

  31. The year I was pregnant with my son 12/31/99. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen when we hit 2000, Y2K.

    • We were in Sweden that year (Ramón used to work for Ericsson) and he spent the day in the company “bunker” waiting to see if anything bad was going to happen. Once it became clear that it wasn’t, he dashed home, grabbed me and two of our friends, and we hightailed it for the Stockholm waterfront and the big city-wide party. We froze our butts off, but it was glorious, and at midnight there were fireworks literally from horizon to horizon.

  32. My most memorable New Years Eve was a few years ago! I went to a friends wedding & I ended up catching the bouquet! ❤

    And then I had the memorable ones that werent fun,… when I worked at a restuarant and had to clean up all night after the partiers! Cleaning up puke, & cleaning up blood after two fools decided to duke it out in the bathroom,.. & cleanin up poop on the floor because a drunk a-hole missed the toilet & then he didnt clean it!!,… that was def not my idea of fun & a few New Years Eves I'd like to forget! =( But those days are over, Thank God!

    Hope you have a great 2015! =)
    BLeigh1130 at yahoo dot com

  33. My most memorable one was the first year I was out of college and on my own. I didn’t go out because I had work the next day. But I got the most wonderful call at midnight from my family! 🙂

  34. The year 1999. I was in my teens and was at a great party..my first without parents. I remember waiting for the world to end..lol( just kidding… I Hope)

  35. I’ve never really done anything special for New Years Eve.
    sstrode at scrtc dot com

  36. I would say 2013. We had a kitchen fire which had us out of our home for 3 months. We spent our first night back in our house on New Year’s Eve. We worked getting things set up but we had the TV and stand set up so we could watch the ball drop.

    beckerjo at verizon dot net

  37. Great excerpt!
    My most memorable New Year’s is one that I spent with my aunt and drinking tequila for the first time. Lol. A very interesting night. 🙂
    Thank you for participating in the hop.
    trb0917 at gmail dot com

  38. Loved the excerpt, can’t wait to catch up with this series! As for me…I’ve been to a few parties on New Year’s, but I don’t really have a most memorable. I usually spend New Year’s with my close friends or family instead of a big celebration, as it’s more meaningful to me that way.


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