Kira Brady
Mar 22
2014
Winner, winner, chicken dinner

The winners for the Hearts of Chaos print copy from release day on my blog have been notified – everyone who commented won a copy! Did you miss out? There are MORE chances to win Deadglass books over at The Book Tart:

1) Visit Kat’s shapeshifter blog hop post for a chance to win the Deadglass trilogy – Hearts of Darkness (Deadglass #1), Hearts of Shadow (Deadglass #2), and Hearts of Chaos (Deadglass #3).

2) Visit Kat’s interview with me about my favorite shapeshifters and my current projects for a chance to win a print copy of Hearts of Chaos (Deadglass #3).

Go forth and enter!

Bergen Place

Hearts of Chaos in downtown Ballard, where the Norse is alive and well.

Mar 9
2014
The View from Kite Hill

Hearts of Chaos opens on Kite Hill at Gas Works Park, right after the battle against Kingu that took place at the end of Hearts of Shadow. We stopped by Gas Works on our tour of Deadglass Seattle on Tuesday, and I took a pretty expansive panorama of the view from Kite Hill so you can see what Lucia sees when she looks out over Lake Union. You might want to click on it to see it larger.

Gas Works Park from Kite Hill

Lucia glanced across Lake Union to where dusk backlit the ruined towers of downtown Seattle. The battle had taken place at the Gas Works, an old coal gasification plant that jutted out into the lake with an excellent view of Queen Anne Hill to the southwest. She could just see the yellow walls of the palatial Kivati Hall at the top of the hill hunkering down against the night. Crows from all over the city streaked the sky black as they returned to roost on the parapets and the surrounding hilltop trees. “You better pray he’ll be merciful again,” she told Kai.

“You got balls of steel, Crane.” Kai loomed over her. He leaned down, his velvet voice a seductive purr only loud enough for her to hear. “But I’m not going to be the one on my knees. You’ll use every trick—and I mean every—to deflect Corbette from the truth. You better not wuss out on me when the Big Bad turns his screws in your sweet, little fingers. You take my secret to your grave.”

(Excerpt from Hearts of Chaos, book 3 of the Deadglass Trilogy.)

Just a reminder that there is only one more day to enter to win a copy of Hearts of Chaos. Please comment on the post from Tuesday to enter. Thanks!

Mar 7
2014
The mythology behind Hearts of Chaos, and Tea

12937726604_52c217c08dHearts of Chaos is out this week, and I’m talking about the mythology that inspired the series over at Anna’s Book Blog. Please join me! I’m also talking about the Kivati tearoom over at Sherida Stewart’s blog, and she shares a recipe for Cinnamon and Sunflower Seed Cookies that look delicious. Do you drink tea or coffee? I’m a big tea drinker living in a coffee town, but we are getting more and more boutique tea opportunities here too. I’m a big fan of the Queen Mary Tearoom, where Sherida and I have taken a delightful afternoon tea many times.

There is still time to enter to win a copy of Hearts of Chaos on the previous post! Just comment with your favorite mythology there, and five random entries will be picked on Tuesday. Thanks to all who entered! Please share with your friends!

Great reviews for Hearts of Chaos have been pouring in, but the series still needs your help. If you want to read more Deadglass books, please consider writing a review on Amazon or Goodreads and telling all your friends and complete strangers about the series. Word of mouth works. I really, truly appreciate all those who have taken the time to do so already! *Smooches*

 

 

Mar 4
2014
Hearts of Chaos is out today

The last book in the Deadglass Trilogy, Hearts of Chaos, is out today! To celebrate, I’m going on a Deadglass Seattle scavenger hunt. Follow me on instagram/kirabrady or twitter @kirabrady to see pictures from the book settings. I’ll be posting the best of the best on my blog this week.

I’m also giving away five copies of Hearts of Chaos right here. Please help me spread the word about the last Deadglass book. Reviews are extremely helpful and appreciated!

Hearts of Chaos“Hearts of Chaos was an excellent conclusion to a phenomenal series. An exhilarating ride full of myths and magic…. I highly recommend this series to all PR and UF fans, you will not regret it! Brady is an author to watch. I will buy and read anything she writes!” - Van @ Short and Sweet Reviews

“Seamlessly weaving threads of Babylonian, Norse, and Northwest Native American fables, Brady creates a dark, rich tapestry. The trilogy ends as it began: with beautifully rendered prose and multidimensional characters who capture readers’ hearts.”  – Publishers Weekly

To save her world, one woman’s fierce quest will put her up against an ancient evil–and a desire too dangerous to deny . . .

She is betrothed to Seattle’s most feared shifter clan leader. Still, the Lady Lucia can never be the dainty aristocratic wife Emory Corbette thinks he needs. And as a malevolent, all-consuming monster plots to take hold of their shattered world, Lucia will risk her untapped powers to defeat it–and challenge the Raven King’s seductive rule. No one in Emory’s many lifetimes has ever defied him. Lucia’s courage and strength are shaking his iron control to its core. . .and making him hungry for all she can give. But their only hope is a wrenching sacrifice that could unite humans and shifters in victory–or destroy everything Lucia and Emory desire most. . .

Read an excerpt.

The Deadglass Trilogy, Book 3
Kensington Zebra • March 2014
ISBN-13: 9781420124583 • ISBN-10: 1420124587

Available in print, ebook, and audiobook.
Autographed copies available from Secret Garden Books.

Amazon •• Barnes & Noble •• B-A-M •• Chapters •• IndieBound •• Kensington Books
Secret Garden Books •• Powell’s •• The Book Depository •• Kindle •• Nook

Praise for Kira Brady and the Deadglass Series

“Imaginative. . .this fast-paced, gritty story will thrill paranormal readers.” –BookPage

“Dazzling. . .thrilling. . .irresistible.” –Publishers Weekly, starred review

“The characters are fresh and exciting, and the story is fascinating.” –RT Book Reviews

To enter to win a copy of Hearts of Chaos, please tell me what your favorite mythic story or folktale is. Five commenters will be chosen by midnight Tuesday, March 11th. Open to entrants wherever Book Depository ships. Void where prohibited.

Feb 28
2014
Giveaway for Hearts of Chaos

Hearts of Chaos comes out TUESDAY, and I’m giving away a copy over on Books Make Me Happy. Please stop by and comment to enter!

Hearts of Chaos

Praise for Hearts of Chaos

“Seamlessly weaving threads of Babylonian, Norse, and Northwest Native American fables, Brady creates a dark, rich tapestry. The trilogy ends as it began: with beautifully rendered prose and multidimensional characters who capture readers’ hearts.” – Publishers Weekly

“The Deadglass series is so different from all the other paranormal romance series out there is the vast sea of books it is incredibly easy to get sucked into them.” – the Jeep Diva, 5 stars

“Great Read!” – Anna’s Book Blog

“Incredible…beautiful…impossible to put down.” – Casey

 

 

 

Feb 12
2014
Deadglass ebook sale

The Deadglass ebooks are on SALE! Now is the time to catch up before Hearts of Chaos, the triumphant finale, comes out next month. All major ebook retailers should have them on sale for a limited time.

Hearts of Fire (#0.5) FREE

Kindle •• Nook •• Kobo •• iBooks •

Hearts of Darkness (#1) $1.99

Kindle •• Nook •• Kobo •• iBooks •

Hearts of Shadow (#2) $2.99

Kindle •• Nook •• Kobo •• iBooks

Jan 18
2014
Countdown to the end…

Hello, and happy January! It’s 2014, and THIS IS THE END. The last book in the Deadglass Trilogy, Hearts of Chaos, debuts in March. Corbette and Lucia will finally get their adventure. Seattle may or may not survive the last catastrophe I’ve unleashed upon it. I’m excited to share the first big review for the book from Publishers Weekly, and it’s a great one!

Hearts of ChaosHearts of Chaos

Kira Brady. Kensington/Zebra, $6.99 mass market (352p) ISBN 978-1-4201-2458-3
In the solid and satisfying conclusion to the Deadglass trilogy (Hearts of Shadow; Hearts of Darkness), Brady returns to Seattle seven months after the apocalypse. In the aftermath of the Unraveling that tore the city apart, the barrier between the living and the dead has been compromised and there is pure evil trying to wrest power away from the good. Proud shifter clan leader Emory Corbette grimly undertakes a trip to the land of the dead, hoping to find a way to defeat the goddess Tiamat. His former fiancée, the brave and clever Lady Lucia, follows him, and she is as determined to save him as he is to protect her. Seamlessly weaving threads of Babylonian, Norse, and Northwest Native American fables, Brady creates a dark, rich tapestry. The trilogy ends as it began: with beautifully rendered prose and multidimensional characters who capture readers’ hearts. (Mar.)
Reviewed on: 01/06/2014
Release date: 03/01/2014
The book will be available in print, ebook, and audiobook (from Blackstone Audio). If you would like an autographed copy, you can order one from Secret Garden Books.
Oct 28
2013
The Writer Next Door reading event

This Friday, November 1st (yes, the first day of NaNo – you know you want to get inspired!) I will be at The Writer Next Door event reading from Hearts of Chaos. Yes, HEARTS OF CHAOS! which doesn’t come out until March. But you can hear a snippet super early on Friday if you are in the Seattle area. The event is put on by the Ballard Writers Collective.

The Writer Next Door

The Writer Next Door

Friday, November 1st Doors open at 6 p.m. Program at 7 p.m.

Sunset Hill Community Club, 3003 NW 66th Street

Author readings. “Ask the Writer” Panel. $15 three-book sampler. Raffle baskets. Additional book sales by Secret Garden Books plus Rising Bird Art Store benefit sale

Thirty participating writers, twelve readers and panel featuring Theo Pauline Nestor, Jennifer D. Munro, Ingrid Ricks and Joshua McNichols, moderated by Alison Krupnick.

Free admission.

If you would like to read Hearts of Chaos before all your friends, there is still time to enter the Goodreads Giveaway!

 

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Hearts of Chaos by Kira Brady

Hearts of Chaos

by Kira Brady

Giveaway ends December 01, 2013.

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Oct 21
2013
THE END IS NEAR.

Hearts of Chaos comes out March 2014 from Kensington Zebra! To celebrate, I’m giving away 10 advanced review copies over on Goodreads.

 

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Hearts of Chaos by Kira Brady

Hearts of Chaos

by Kira Brady

Giveaway ends December 01, 2013.

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Excerpt from HEARTS OF CHAOS (Deadglass #3)

To the land of no return, the land of darkness,
The place where dust is their nourishment, clay their food.
They have no light, in darkness they dwell.
Clothed like birds, with wings as garments.

— From the Descent of the Goddess Ishtar into the Lower World

Lucia knelt on the blood-soaked lawn of Kite Hill and let the shouts of victory wash over her like an acid rain. A stain of crimson crept up the skirt of her white gown. Strands of her snowy hair plastered across her vision as she held Johnny’s limp hand. A drop of rain splattered his high cheekbone, and she wiped it away with her white sleeve. Innocent, virtuous white. She should have pulled black Kivati battle gear from the Aether like he had, except it hadn’t protected him from the aptrgangr’s axe. His black battle shirt stuck to his lithe, muscled torso where the blade had entered. He lay on his back, limbs akimbo, just one of the sea of bodies scattered broken across the once-green parkland. His hair, ebony as a crow’s wing, was still in a sleek queue. Tears blurred her vision. They were all there—Kivati shape-shifters, Drekar dragon-shifters, human soldiers, and the demigod Kingu’s possessed bodies—united and equal in death as they’d never been in life.

Not two feet away lay another body—aptrgangr, those who walked after death. Mud streaked the man’s thick grey overalls. Coal dust creased the worn edges of his face and decay ate the skin of his cheeks. He’d been dead a long time—since long before the battle that had turned this hill to a graveyard. But this death had finality to it. His body lay mercifully still, axe dropped an arm’s length away. The wraith that had possessed it until a few minutes ago had been banished beyond the Gate, where it belonged.

All along the hillside and down past the still burning cylindrical towers of the Gas Works, the Aether shimmered with the exodus of souls. It should be a shining, beautiful thing, but some of the mortal decay seeped up from the bodies to twist, as a foul taint, through the fabric of the universe. The Aether had been broken since the great Unraveling seven months ago. A rogue Kivati had brought down the Gates between the Land of the Living and the Land of the Dead, unleashing a legion of souls and the Babylonian demigod Kingu into the Living World, and collapsing civilization in a rain of skyscrapers and steel.

Once freed, Kingu had gathered an army of the undead and marched on Seattle seeking Tiamat’s Heart, which would give him the Babylonian Goddess of Chaos’s god powers. If Lucia hadn’t disobeyed the Raven Lord, blackmailed Lord Kai, and led Kivati warriors to join the battle, Kingu might have won. If she hadn’t, Johnny might still be alive and it’d be only the soul-sucking Drekar and humans lying on the battlefield with their mouths open and their guts ripped out. The past and the present, the destruction of the Unraveling and the dead of the Gas Works, overlapped in her vision, and she felt the familiar beginnings of a panic attack squeeze her chest. Not again. Not here.

“It was a good death,” a deep voice said above her.

She wiped her eyes and glanced up, hoping to see a lean, dangerous face looking into hers, the proud nose and intense, violet-black stare of the Raven. But it was only Kai. She squeezed Johnny’s limp hand. “I killed him.”

“Every warrior from the Western House who came knew what he was getting into. They fought for their honor and freedom. They died protecting the Kivati way. Don’t take that away from them.”

She gave a hopeless little laugh. “When did blackmail become the Kivati way?”

“Hey.” Kai pulled her to standing and pinned her with his Thunderbird gaze. The violet bands around his black irises that marked him as a Kivati shape-shifter expanded. “You’re all right, little warrior.” His broad frame blocked out the sight of the hill and his fingers sent trills of Aether to lick around her skin. She heard nothing but the soft wind and his voice until her pulse slowed. “Shock is normal. This is your first battle, and you did your people proud.” He wrapped his leather jacket around her, and she clutched it to her chest. Tall, muscled, and imposing like all the Thunderbirds, Lord Kai had been the only one who would risk the Raven Lord’s wrath to come here. He might lead one of the four Kivati Houses, but he wasn’t decent. No tailored suit could mask all that wildness. His hair was a mane of black curls and a bandolier hung desperado style across his chest. He did forbidden things just to prove he wasn’t anyone’s pawn, including sleeping with one of their sworn enemies, the Drekar Astrid Zetian. But if the Raven Lord, Emory Corbette, found out about Zetian, he would probably kill Kai. So it had been easy for Lucia, once she’d known his secret, to blackmail Kai into risking his men in battle fighting Kingu. There was honor in dying for the Kivati. There was none in being killed for fucking a soul-sucker.

Lucia knelt by Johnny, closed his eyes, and said a prayer to the Lady to guide him home. “He didn’t get much of a reprieve.”

“Seven months can seem like a lifetime to a man with a second chance.”

“Corbette was merciful.”

“Only for you.”

She glanced across Lake Union to where dusk backlit the ruined towers of downtown Seattle. The battle had taken place at the Gas Works, an old coal gasification plant that jutted out into the lake with an excellent view of Queen Anne Hill to the southwest. She could just see the yellow walls of the palatial Kivati Hall at the top of the hill hunkering down against the night. Crows from all over the city streaked the sky black as they returned to roost on the parapets and the surrounding hilltop trees. “You better pray he’ll be merciful again,” she told Kai.

“You got balls of steel, Crane.” Kai loomed over her. He leaned down, his velvet voice a seductive purr only loud enough for her to hear. “But I’m not going to be the one on my knees. You’ll use every trick—and I mean every—to deflect Corbette from the truth. You better not wuss out on me when the Big Bad turns his screws in your sweet, little fingers. You take my secret to your grave.”

She swallowed. Would Corbette hurt his fiancée? The prophesied Crane who was supposed to lead their people out of the darkness? She’d just undermined his rule by leading his warriors to battle against his orders. He couldn’t afford to be merciful. She felt the Aether, the shining water that filled the space between molecules of air and earth and, wove the fabric of time and built the Gates, heat.

Kai squeezed her arm as he flashed her a look beneath thick lashes. “Loose lips . . .”

“Got it.” She straightened her spine and pulled the leather jacket around her shoulders like a shield. The jacket was permeated with the warmth of Kai’s body and the calming scent of fir. She lifted her chin as Kivati shape-shifters in their totem forms shot into the air above Kivati Hall and flew toward Kite Hill. The two Thunderbirds were magnificent. Giant birds with silvery wings the size of a pterodactyl, they ate whales and could pull fiery thunderbolts from the Aether with a twitch of their fingers. A reverent hush floated across the field as men caught sight of the two beautiful creatures. Behind them flew a dozen man-sized Crows with their majestic midnight wings and cruel beaks.

But Lucia couldn’t tear her eyes away from the true danger—the Raven. Awesome. Terrible. Aether crackled over his feathers and pulsed out to warp the air around her. She watched his approach as if it were a steam train barreling down on her. He landed on the hillside, and torchlight glistened off his ebony feathers as he Changed. Aether shimmered over him like a blanket being shrugged off, and when it slipped away a man stood in the giant Raven’s place. Terrifyingly handsome, like a crack of lightning hurled from the Sky God’s staff, he was dark and brooding and all together arrogant. The Thunderbirds had a height and muscle advantage on him, but every inch of his frame was sleek power. Everything about him was sharp: pitiless black eyes ringed by a violet band, a hooked nose, a severe line of a mouth. He was dark everywhere she was light, with skin the color of driftwood and hair blacker than coal. He’d pulled his clothing from the Aether when he’d changed, his usual three-piece perfection of a midnight suit, silver studs in his cufflinks, silver rings in his ears. But he’d forgotten to tie his necktie, and his shirt hung open to expose the vulnerable line of his neck. There his pulse beat steady, controlled. And why shouldn’t it? Impeccable, immovable Emory Corbette would never appear in public as anything less than perfect. He might have been an automaton, all robotic movement with no capacity for human error. No heart.

Except the Aether crackled from his skin. All the Kivati shifters on the battlefield bowed their heads in the face of his dominance.

“I did the right thing,” she blurted. “We won. The city is safe.”

“Not here,” Corbette said.

“I’m not sorry for it.” Her voice rose. “Don’t punish the others. They were under my orders.”

“And since when do you give orders to my Thunderbirds?”

She clutched Kai’s jacket to her. The thick leather was no shield for the Aether writhing from the Raven Lord. He took a step toward her. The noise of the soldiers and the cries of the wounded faded to static. How many times had she wished for him to lose his self-control? To come down to her level—mortal, imperfect, touchable? But here he was with his necktie undone and anger sparkling off him like a Death Valley sun. She was terrified. Her totem Crane beat inside her. Fly, it crooned. Fly!

“Follow the Crane to destiny,” she recited.

“Haven’t you left enough ruin in your wake?”

A deep sob broke in her throat. The last line of the prophecy said, for behind her lies ruin, and Lucia had certainly caused destruction. Seven months ago her blood had brought down the Gate to the Land of the Dead. She pulled the jacket sleeves to hide her hands. Her scars had healed—she’d never scarred easily—but the memories still woke her screaming in the middle of the night. Would the image of this battle be the next one to wake her in the dark?

“You are cruel, my lord.”

Corbette’s eyes tightened. “That was uncalled for.” The violet band of his iris expanded, threatening to drown the black. “You make me forget myself.” He held out his hand, but she stepped back.

“You expect me to be the Crane, don’t you?” Had he ever looked at her as Lucia and not the prophesied Harbinger? The panic attack threatened to come back full force. She beat it down. She’d wasted too many months feeling sorry for herself. Lifting her chin, she gave him her haughtiest glare. The look was ruined by a tear that slipped free, but she pushed on. “Well, no one can follow me if I don’t lead. Kingu marched on the city, and I made the call.”

“I see.”

“You chose to stay and guard Kivati Hall. I chose to join the Drekar and humans in the fight here. They needed us.”

“You chose to join our ancient enemies instead of following my orders.”

It sounded crazy when he said it.

He took a step closer, and his voice dropped to grind like the rocks of the seabed. “Did you mean to replace me on the madrona throne, then? Should I call my second and meet you at dawn?”

Her eyes widened. The transfer of power required a fight to the death, the animal way for dominance. Grace Mercer had taught her to throw a few punches, but there was no way she would survive two seconds in the ring with Corbette.

“No?” He circled her, a predator playing with his prey. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as he took a breath at the base of her neck. “You smell like him.”

“It’s not like that!”

“I think you’d find the weight of the crown would ground your poor fragile wings, little bird.”

She clenched her teeth. He’d never spoken to her like this. He’d always been unfailingly polite, if a trifle cold. This new Corbette was seductive, but even more dangerous. “Then why marry me if I’m so fragile?” she chewed out. “Maybe you should find someone better suited to kissing your ass.”

His nostrils flared. “You wish to end our engagement?”

“Please.” With that cruel lie spilling off her tongue, the rest of the world snapped back to life. An all-too-real hush fell over the Kivati warriors surrounding her, silent as a catacomb.

Corbette didn’t blink. His lips pulled back in polite smile. His anger dissipated, the cold searing his features again into the self-controlled alpha they knew all too well. He gave a sharp bow. “As you wish.”  His shoulders relaxed. He turned to Lord Kai. “Please return Lady Lucia to her parents. They have been worried about her.”

Kai nodded.

Lucia watched the exchange while the Aether in her veins turned to ice. It was . . . over? Just like that? She hadn’t meant to challenge Corbette’s rule. She just wanted to be worthy of that stupid prophecy and mean something to her people. Something real, not an empty title. Corbette’s easy dismissal reinforced all her worst fears: he’d never really wanted her. He’d wanted a figurehead, a pretty, powerless poppet to sit at his side and agree with his every whim. The hope that he had seen something more in her—Lucia, not the Crane—fractured in a million pieces.

She wished the ground would open and swallow her whole.

_________

The Deadglass Trilogy, Book 3
Kensington Zebra • March 2014
ISBN-13: 9781420124583 • ISBN-10: 1420124587

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Oct 15
2013
Book signing this weekend plus order from abroad!

This weekend I will be signing books at the Emerald City Writers’ Conference book fair. If you live in the area, please stop by and say hi! I’ll be signing HEARTS OF DARKNESS and HEARTS OF SHADOW, chatting, and handing out bookmarks, and signing cover flats of HEARTS OF CHAOS. A portion of the proceeds benefit DAWN, the Domestic Abuse Women’s Shelter. If you don’t live in the area, you can still order signed books and help out a great cause:

Barnes & Noble is trying something new and ECWC gets the first crack at it. This Saturday is the Emerald City Writers Conference book fair. Don’t live close by? Purchase any participating authors book online or in person at any B&N in the country and use code 11132172 upon check-out. Proceeds of that sale will go to DAWN the Domestic Abuse Women’s Shelter.

Details on the book fair:

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The Emerald City Writers’ Conference holds a place near and dear to my heart because it’s where I pitched HEARTS OF DARKNESS to Peter Senftleben at Kensington and became a published author. Right after the ECWC in 2008, I started writing the Deadglass trilogy, pitched Hearts of Darkness at ECWC 2009, and now at ECWC 2013, 100 conference attendees will get copies of my debut novel in their goodie bags and I’ll be signing at the book fair. It’s been a fun road!