Friday, August 23

Guest Post & Giveaway: Little Red by Trista Jaszczak

Little Red

Little Red
Believe Series, Book 1
Trista Jaszczak

Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Front Porch Romance

Date of Publication: June 18, 2013

Number of pages: 207
Word Count: 62,921

Cover Artist: Charisma Knight

Available at the following retailers:
Amazon     ARe     Publisher

Follow Sam Wentworth through the winding back roads of Louisiana, on a desperate escape from her past, where she falls into the arms of the unlikely and sometimes unwilling hero, Ethan Parker.

When circumstances and fate seal the two together, entangling them with his six older brothers, Sam finds her life changing in ways that she never imagined. Filled with feuding families and a little old bayou magic, can Ethan put aside everything he has ever known to keep Sam safe from the dangers that their lives and their love possess.


Guest Post: 
There’s Two Sides To Every Story…

Hi…I’m Ethan. I’m usually not so great with words. Which is why I was happy when Trista was kind enough to write mine and Red’s story for us. But, there’s a lot of my story that didn’t quite fit in with what she wrote. Mainly…my past. Normally, I prefer to leave the past in the past…that’s where it belongs. But, my past is a huge part of who I was, who I am and who I’ve become. Have you ever heard stories of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? Little Red takes to the woods to her grandmother’s house and ends up in the clutches of the Big Bad Wolf? Of course you’ve heard it. Who hasn’t? But, see…that’s not how it goes. How do I know? Because I am…well, I was…the Big Bad Wolf. I wasn’t always like that, though. How I became a Big Bad Wolf is a whole other story…and I’m about to tell you.

It started when I was 16...when we were twin sister and I. Elise. See, with seven older brothers, she was a bit…uh…sheltered. We were everything big brothers are supposed to be. Annoying, ruthless and drove her crazy just for fun. But, she was our sister, we loved her. That’s why we did it, you know? We were protective, too. She wasn’t allowed to date, she wasn’t allowed to have boys over…to be honest, they just sort of stayed away. Do you blame them? We never let her do anything alone. One of us always tagged along. For a while I don’t think she minded us too much. That is…until she got older. By the time we hit 14 she was every bit done with us. But, that sure didn’t stop us. One night…I remember it too well. It was fall. The moon was full, bright, beautiful and it lit up our little town. Our mother was baking and everyone was home that night. Aaron and Colt were stuffing their faces because our mother always insisted that we eat. Elise’s nose was buried in some teenie bopper magazine…you know the ones with the boy bands on the cover? The rest of us were all ruthlessly cheating at Monopoly. It’s no wonder we never had a winner. Our mother ran out of milk and had one more cake to finish…she always replaced water with milk…she wouldn’t have it any other way. Ian and James were set to run to the 24-hour mart just down the road when Elise jumped up wanting to go. James told her okay and that Ian would go with her. That’s when Elise began begging to go alone. No one agreed…except our mother. She said it wouldn’t take her all of 15 minutes and would be back. She reminded us that she was becoming a woman and she needed a little space. We didn’t want to but when our mother gave us that look we knew we had to. It would only be 15 minutes. We told her to run there and run back, literally, and no fooling around. She took the money and sprinted for the door. I don’t think I had ever seen her so happy. That was the last time I would ever see my sister happy…the last time I would see her alive for that matter. 15 minutes came and passed…as we came up on the 30 minutes mark, we all knew something was wrong. Aaron and Colt jumped from their seats and out of the door. Eli, Trent, James and Ian followed. I was 16 and should have known better. To this day I wish I would have listened to Trent when he hollered for me to go home. I wish that I would have turned around. But, I didn’t. I ran after them. My brothers got to the store before me but I got there in time to hear the scream come from behind the building…then the laugh…I heard Trent and James both yell at me…then I heard Aaron yell at me to get home…I still didn’t listen. As I got closer I saw Elise…in such a way that no one should ever see a person. Then I saw the two men…her killers. My brothers went crazy. Aaron grabbed one…Colt the other…Eli, Trent, James and Ian just joined in. Me…I stared in disbelief. Then, I crumbled next to my sister. By the time someone actually heard the commotion my brothers had killed Elise’s attackers. I remember the crowd…the police…the flashing lights…the mess. I remember us crying. To say that it was awful is an understatement. My brothers killed those men on a full moon. That night, the full moon damned us….cursed us…took control over us. I can only imagine what my brothers went through as the curse took over them while they were in jail…I know how it made me feel at 16. Every month…every night that passed…the moon would push and pull and tug. As the full moon neared a rage would build up…I wanted to scream, rip my hair out, kill…I started being able to feel what others could feel and still living with my parents and knowing the pain they felt over losing Elise, it was even worse. I never changed physically…except my eyes…bright silver that would become brighter as the full moon neared. I remember when I went to see my brothers on visitation…Aaron asked had I noticed any changes. I mean…in Louisiana you hear stories of old voodoo magic and curses, we had heard of the moon curse, but we didn’t believe it. We’d scared the hell out of each other with it as kids…but that was it. We thought it was crazy to believe it, but here we were…it was the only explanation. The moon had set the rage curse on us. They acted like animals, the moon saw and cursed us. Sure we learned to live with it, but there’s not one ounce of pleasure in your head. It’s like the moon took everything good from us and replaced it with sheer hatred to punish us for how they acted. It took us years, me longer, to learn how to control it. Well…if you can even call it controlling it. By that time my brothers were out of jail, my mother had taken her own life and my father was close to his end. To interact with people on a daily basis was difficult to say the least. We tried to live normal lives but it was a daily strain. As the full moon grew closer we had to distance ourselves even more. We were terrified of what we could do and with our strength alone we decided it was a good idea, especially each full moon, to just stay away from people. That’s when we learned to just roam the woods. We’d run, walk, climb trees…anything to keep us away from people. Night after night, month after month, year after year…we were the Big Bad Wolves. I’m sure that my angst was repetitive and drawn out in Trista’s book, but she captured it well. Sure, I’m older and was in better control of myself…but those thoughts…not one of us could control or stop that. After living that way for years we’d grown used to it…but it didn’t make it easier. We thought we would live out the rest of our lives that way, fighting with our minds to put even the smallest of good thoughts somewhere…until Red. Red changed everything. Red fixed everything. Our minds are, for the first time in years, at peace. We’re able to collect our thoughts, we’re able to control our own minds again…and, as far as anger goes, well, it’s nice to not want to break everything in sight. Do I hate the moon? No, actually I love it. I love it because it makes me appreciate it every good thing in my life. Every good thought, every happy memory that I have back…every wonderful thing in my life I appreciate and love more because for years my mind was nothing but the rage. Sometimes I sit and stare at the moon for no reason. I feel drawn to it…I think we all do. It may not control us anymore…but the moon always reminds us of what we went through. That we will never forget.


Tour wide giveaways

8 custom made beaded books marks (made by ClaraBelle’s Custom Creations offered by Bewitching Book Tours)

6 Little Red eBooks (PDF form)

6 Little Red signed posters (those about 11x17)

US shipping for the book marks and signed posters.

Book Tour Info: 
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Author Bio:

Trista Jaszczak (pronounced Jazz-ick) is a writer, military spouse and a mother. She is originally from Hamilton, Ohio but calls home where ever the military sends her and her family, which is currently Anchorage, Alaska. She has a great love for writing, the outdoors, fitness, guitar and the arts.

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  1. I love that the cape is long red velvet, instead of one of those short felt jobbies. And without her face, we can totally let the imagination run. :)


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