So today was my re-release of the first in my Gods Trilogy; Gods and Goblins, oh my! a comedic journey of a witch whose spells go awry for no reason and a naked god shows up in her bed in the middle of a hot erotic dream and when she wakes up, he's still there.
Gods & Goblins 2nd edition cover
Gods and Goblins, Oh My! was one of the very first books that I had wrote and published more than eight years ago. My goal at the time of writing the first book was to have the worse things I could think of happen to my heroine and how she would react to it. And of course it had to be funny. I wanted each book to have a different pantheon of gods and of course over all these years being trapped in a tree a few of them are going to be a little bit insane.
That was where the idea started.
Gods and Goblins 1st edition cover
Once the book was originally accepted, I was paired up with a great editor and cover artist. Over the years, this editor and cover artist has stalked me, heheh in a manner of speaking, until she invited me over to her own publishing house called Purple Sword Publications.
This is the third incarnation of this book and probably the last because we all know the third time is the charm. But the amazing thing is, the progression of the covers that I have had over the years.
I think this one is the best out of all three of them. I'm so happy to have this book out again and I'll let you decide which cover you like the best.
Today is a new release day for me. My first Contemporary Romance with no paranormal. I'm stoked. Come on and check it out! Blurb: Lara Kinman has returned home for her
father’s funeral. It’s been almost a decade since she’s been home and
doesn’t expect a happy homecoming with her brother. However, when she
returns, Lara runs in her ex-boyfriend Hale Dobbs. He isn’t anything
like she remembered. The awkward boy has been replaced by a gorgeous
Hale tries to distract Lara from her
grief by inviting her out for dinner. She agrees because there’s no need
to worry because she’s not going to be in town long enough for anything
to blossom between them. Little does she know that her family history
has finally caught up with her. Can Hale help grease her wheels to
reveal her true feelings for him? Or will Lara have to take over the
family business and cut him completely out of her life?
He rubbed his fingers gently over her
back, trying to soothe her. With each stroke, it awoke the desire that
she had been harboring for him for such a long time. Lara snuggled into
the warmth of his hug and forgot about everything else. She rubbed her
cheek against his shirt, feeling the soft fabric. Hale slid his finger
along her cheek, causing her to look up at him. He moved his finger
under her chin and pulled her closer so that she had to stand on her
tiptoes if she were going to kiss him. In high school she had been the
taller one, now she came up to his chest. He definitely had a growth
spurt. Staring into those deep blue eyes of his made everything in her
stop. The world around her ceased to exist. When he tilted her chin up a
little bit more, she noticed the sensuous curve of his top lip. A
slight shadow of stubble was spattered across his cheeks, but it made
him sexy as hell. She waited a couple of breaths to see what he would
do, but even as they got closer and closer together, she couldn’t
predict the outcome. Lara knew what she wanted, but she didn’t want to
push him. After all that had happened and their heated words, she…
And then his mouth connected with hers,
blocking all cohesive thoughts from her mind. Those sumptuous lips of
his engulfed hers in a soft kiss. Her brain halted all ideas except
experiencing more of his mouth and the tingles that it sent through her.
The passion ignited within her and her nipples firmed. Lara pressed
herself against Hale and slipped her arm around his back, experiencing
his hard muscles. It took all her strength not to jump on him, climb him
like a tree, and claim his breathtaking body right there in the parking
lot. She ran her fingers along the curve of his spine and finally
placed another on his chest to pull away from him. Lara licked her lips,
savoring the smoky taste of him. Hale seemed as out of breath as she was.
His eyes were unfocused. The heat of his body kept her warm. Her lips
seemed swollen from the intensity of the kiss.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I—”
Lara placed a hand over his mouth to
silence him. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. I—” He held
her wrist lightly and flicked his tongue over her index finger before he
sucked it between his lips. Lara curled her toes together in her shoes
to keep herself grounded. Her knees were weak and she was suddenly in
need of new panties from being so aroused.
He wrapped his tongue around her finger,
drawing it in and out of his mouth. She walked her fingers down his
chest and clutched his cock, feeling the hardness of it. Lara rubbed him
through his jeans and molded her body to his. Hale’s teeth grazed her
fingertip as he nibbled it before letting her go. She squeezed his
length and watched his eyes flutter shut. A soft moan tumbled from his
lips. If she wasn’t careful, she’d fuck him in the backseat of his car.
“We have to stop,” he said, resting his
forehead against hers. His breathing was even more labored than hers.
Hale slipped his hands along her sides, stopping at the curve of her
breast. Her nipples ached to be touched. Sparks ignited her nerves in
anticipation. He continued down the sides of her stomach to the
waistband of her skirt. His thumb delved between the fabric and her
skin. He ran his finger over the silky material of her panties. She
shivered at the light touch. Lara wanted him to continue further. To
take away the ache that had started at her center and now needed to be
satisfied. Scenarios of where this was going to go ran through her mind
so quickly that she had could barely latch on to any of them.
She bit her lip, holding in the bliss that was already settling over her body. “Yes, we should stop,” Lara whispered.
On the blog today is author Selah Janel. She is sharing her new release, Olde School, a twist on fairy tales
Olde School introduces you to Kingdom City, which has moved
into the modern era. Run by a lord mayor and city council (though still under
the influence of the High King of The Land), it proudly embraces a blend of
progress and tradition. Trolls, ogres, and other Folk walk the streets with
humans, but are more likely to be entrepreneurs than cause trouble. Princesses
still want to be rescued, but they now frequent online dating services to
encourage lords, royals, and politicians to win their favor. The old stories
are around, but everyone knows they’re just fodder for the next movie
franchise. Everyone knows there’s no such thing as magic. It's all old
superstition and harmless tradition.
Bookish, timid, and more likely to carry a laptop than a
weapon, Paddlelump Stonemonger is quickly coming to wish he'd never put a toll
bridge over Crescent Ravine. While his success has brought him lots of gold,
it's also brought him unwanted attention from the Lord Mayor. Adding to his
frustration, Padd’s oldest friends give him a hard time when his new maid seems
inept at best and conniving at worst. When a shepherd warns Paddlelump of
strange noises coming from Thadd Forest, he doesn't think much of it.
Unfortunately for him, the history of his land goes back further than anyone
can imagine. Before long he'll realize that he should have paid attention to
the old tales and carried a club.
Darkness threatens to overwhelm not only Paddlelump, but the
entire realm. With a little luck, a strange bird, a feisty waitress, and some sturdy
friends, maybe, just maybe, Padd will survive to eat another meal at Trip
Trap's diner. It's enough to make the troll want to crawl under his bridge, if
he can manage to keep it out of the clutches of greedy politicians.
Her eyes were a vast, clear sea that
stable hands, checkout boys, and princes alike would probably pay good coin to
fall into, especially if it would lead to more enjoyable tumbles later on. All
that mattered to Paddlelump was how utterly devoid of intelligence the cerulean
pools were. It was ridiculous, especially given how professional and polished
her online profile had been! Nobody was not only clean, but truly beautiful.
Her golden hair was immaculately braided down her back, her skin was flawless
as fresh milk, and her simple peasant dress hinted that although she was
willowy, what lay hidden under the fabric was a rare treat, indeed. She only
came up to Paddlelump’s waist, and her delicate frame, her sharp and lovely face,
her vast eyes made him want to climb up a wall.
me get this straight," he sighed, and rubbed the base of a tusk stump in
an attempt to focus his center. She batted her lashes and he cleared his
throat, forcing himself to keep looking at her. "Not only are you almost
an hour late—"
minutes,” she corrected in a soft, melodious voice that clawed into the troll’s
last nerve. “And it wasn't my fault! I was on time until I got to Juniper
Street! The motor coaches are never that dense on a weekday. Everyone was going
to market and I couldn’t get through!" the pert, cherry mouth was quick to
She doesn’t even stop to think up a good lie, Paddlelump mused, full-well knowing that not only was
Juniper Street was nowhere near the common market, it was also the
organization’s day off. "At any rate, I laid out a purse for you
yesterday, a purse that was gone from the table last night, though there were
no groceries in my cupboards—”
“I took it home,” Nobody explained,
twisting her hands in front of her. “I didn’t want to lose it. I thought I’d
have enough time to go to shop on my way here! It wasn’t my fault I got slowed
down.” Her sharp chin raised haughtily and the troll fought a shudder. He’d
seen the town girls get snooty, of course, but this was different. From
Nobody’s expression, it was obvious that she expected her employer to not only
say her behavior was just fine, but she looked like she expected an apology!
“I understand you’re still learning
the area and getting settled in, but don’t forget that I’m paying you good
wages and letting you board your cow on my land for free.” Paddlelump took a
deep breath and loomed over the maid, doing his best to channel any inner brute
that might be buried way deep down in his genetic makeup. Remember how Da could scare the dung out of you when you snuck out as a
youth. Channel that. “The lists that I give you aren’t that involved,” he
growled, and worked up a good glower while he was at it. “Not doing the work is
one thing, but if you’re stealing from me, lass…”
a moment the twin oceans darted away. Then Nobody was staring at him again,
wide-eyed and brainless. It was an expression he had never seen on Flora's
face, nor on any of the other hired lasses in town. The young maidens and shepherd
girls had their moments, but they never walked around as if they were trying to be unintelligent. "It was
the oddest thing! I took it with me last night so I could shop before I arrived
this morning; it was my intention to arrive early with the goods in hand! But I
was so flustered from the birds outside my window—dear little things, though a
bit noisy—that I completely walked out without it!"
paused and tilted his head, his effort at rage deflating at her inane
conversational parry. She was lovely, but not as sturdy as Flora or the other
union wenches in town. He couldn't imagine her doing a full day's worth of
lugging grain at the mill or carting a barrow around with her thin little limbs
and lithe build. Her speech was altogether different than the rough melodies he
regularly heard in the streets and meadows. While he was a young-ish troll, he
was far from stupid and it didn't take a lot to sniff out that something was
afoot. Still, it was clear that she wouldn't willingly give the game away.
"Do you still expect to leave at the regular time?" he demanded, his
throaty tone gruff from his frustration.
girl’s eyes darkened to a stormy grey and narrowed just slightly. Paddlelump's
eyes darted to her fingers that flicked with restrained movement, as if they
were doing their best to withhold from reaching up and giving her golden braid
a huffy flip. "But that's union rules,” she pleaded. “I can only work so
many hours in a day!"
pain near his tusks rose up his jaw in a full-fledged migraine. He hated to
crush her spirit, but she was wearing on his last nerve. The troll took a deep
breath, silently counting to five. I am
deep, still water. In his mind’s eye, he could almost see the pool come
into being as he attempted to get the girl to see reason. "But you came in
late,” he persisted. “I could easily get a copy of the rules from a friend of
mine just to see what proper procedure on that is. It seems to me that there's
a vast exaggeration on the use of the word 'work.' For a week now more than
half of the list has been left unfinished! How am I supposed to accomplish
anything when I'm picking up all of your slack, Nobody?” The calm pond water
his mind clung to rippled on the surface. Just
do it. Let her go. Better to find someone else than constantly be paying her
for work you’re doing, he realized. “I really don't know if this is working
his horror those little round pools of robin-blue sweetness grew wider as they
filled with tears. Her apple cheeks deepened to the hue of overripe tomatoes
and her face scrunched up and she began to cry. "I can't help that there's
so much to do! I'm only one person!" The soft, lilting voice that was
often annoying as blazes rose a few octaves, and she put a hard accent on the
last word. “I just found a place to rent in town; how will I live if I don’t
work? How will my poor cow survive? I promised my family I’d make it in the big
water of his mental image boiled and churned, and before he could count himself
back to serenity the troll got a very clear image of a giant, tentacled sea
monster slashing through the water, mouth snapping for any prey it could reach.
His head throbbed and he fought the urge to rub his temples. It took Paddlelump
a moment to find his voice; he had to shut his eyes to continue. "There
are a lot of girls who'd love to have your job instead of making a living
cleaning stables or working the telemarketing lines!" he snapped and
shuffled blindly towards the door, his hand fumbling to grab his cloak from its
hook. "You said you didn't mind hard work—damn!" he hissed as his
nose squashed against the doorframe. He bit back his more colorful remarks and
rubbed the sore area. Turning from the door, he was confronted with those
blasted eyes again. They were like something out of a horror movie: large,
devoid of humanity, and apt to follow a poor soul anywhere, ready to suck the
life and will right out of a warm body.
Selah Janel has been blessed with a giant
imagination and a love of story since she was little and convinced that fairies
lived in the nearby state park or vampires hid in the abandoned barns outside
of town. Learning to read and being encouraged by those around her only made
things worse. Her work ranges from e-books to traditional print, and she
prefers to write every genre at once rather than choose just one. The stories
Holly and Ivy, The Other Man, and Mooner are available online through Mocha
Memoirs Press. Her work has also been included in The MacGuffin, The Realm
Beyond, Stories for Children Magazine, The Big Bad: an Anthology of Evil,
Thunder on the Battlefield: Sorcery, The Grotesquerie, and the short story
collection Lost in the Shadows, co-written with S.H. Roddey. She likes her
music to rock, her vampires lethal, her fairies to play mind games, and her
princesses to have adventures and hold their own.
Today let's please welcome Alexandra Christian to the blog. She has a hot...and I mean sizzling...new release out called Hellsong. Go and check it out.
Theo is a child
of the storm, found wandering after the hurricane that devastated New Orleans,
with no memory of her past. She’s made a quiet, contented existence for
herself. But all that changes when two very different but equally compelling
men come into her life.
Saraqael both want her body, and her soul. But there’s a much greater prize at
stake. If she chooses right, she’ll find Heaven in the arms of an angel. If she
chooses wrong, all Hell will be let loose on Earth.
A Romantica® horror
erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
clunk of her boots on the sidewalk marked off each step toward her car. The
sound seemed to reverberate on the brick walls all around. The streetlamp
beside her car flickered and she had to shield her eyes to see as she
approached. She finally reached the car and began attempting to unlock the
door. She felt around with her fingertips, seeking out the tiny keyhole. By now
the rain was coming down in sheets and that, coupled with the flickering
streetlight, wasn’t helping her progress much. “Damn it,” she cursed, shoving
the key at the door and missing the hole completely. She gasped and dropped her
keys as lightning struck mere feet away from her, taking out the already ailing
streetlamp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she shrieked, nearly in tears. She fell to her
knees, feeling around on the soaking wet street to find the key ring.
whizzed past behind her back, close enough to make her jacket rustle with the
tailwind. When lightning flashed again, she saw a glimmer of metal under the
car. If she got down on her belly she could just reach it. She groaned with the
strain of her muscles as she stretched her hand toward the keys. She started to
panic a little, hearing a heavy footfall behind her. The heels dragged along
the gravel and stopped right behind her foot. She closed her eyes and took a
couple of deep breaths, trying to muster up the courage to sit up and face what
knew must be a psycho killer.
need some help?” The voice was soft, tinged with an accent Theo couldn’t place.
She sat up, staring up at this new person. She couldn’t see his face save for
the lines and shadows illuminated by the erratic lightning flashes.
my keys,” she whimpered, knowing that she probably shouldn’t tell this stranger
anything about herself. “They slid under the car.”
back, then,” he replied. She obeyed and watched as he squatted down gracefully
and easily plucked the keys from their resting place under the car. “Are these
what you’re looking for?” The keys dangled from his sinewy fingertips in front
of her face. In that moment, the streetlamp flickered to life again and poured
a fluorescent glow over them both. She was struck by the electricity of his
eyes. They were like blue flames staring down at her. His hair and skin were so
pale she could hardly believe he was real. Perhaps it was a trick of the light,
but for a moment she was sure that his skin was glowing silver. He offered his
other hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.
you,” she stammered, her teeth chattering in the frigid air. While sitting on
the ground, she had become soaking wet, the dampness chilling her to the bone.
She reached out to take the keys and her fingers brushed his. His hands were so
warm. She had a sudden feeling that she’d like to press her body against his,
absorb his warmth. He seemed to read her mind and looked down, smirking. “I’m
not sure how I would have gotten them if you hadn’t come along.”
should be careful. Not everyone lurking about is as nice as I am.” He smiled
again, making Theo’s heart race. “Now be a good girl and get into your car. I
want to see that you’re safe before I go.”
My name is Alexandra Christian, or
Lexxx if you like (yes, those three Xs are on purpose). I'm an author of mostly
paranormal erotic romance and horror. In case you don't know what that means, I
write about not-so-nice girls getting it on with out-of-this-world heroes.
Vampires, werewolves, selkies, angels and demons—and that's just recently! My
first novel was published two years ago and ever since, I've been working my
sweet Southern ass off to churn out as much sin and debauchery as I can.
A while ago, I christened myself The
Southern Belle from Hell and I think it's a title that suits me well. I live in
a small town in South Carolina—the same town I've lived in my entire life. The
rich Southern culture, fried foods and a healthy dose of superstition have
colored my personality and my writing style. I have an extremely tolerant
husband who is the epitome of the Southern male with his buttery-thick accent,
laid-back swagger and simple sweetness that makes women of all ages swoon. Of
course, how we ended up together is a miraculous wonder. I'm a closeted Goth
and when we go out, he looks like my chaperon, but it works! We’re kind of a
Herman and Lily Munster in our neighborhood and we wouldn’t have it any other
I’ve published several novels, novellas
and short stories so far and look forward to sharing my twisted view of reality
with the masses through erotic paranormal romance and horror. I aspire to one
day be a bestselling author and part-time pinup girl. Questions, comments and
complaints are most welcome.