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February Newsletter

2012-02-01T10:08:00.001-05:00

Hi Everyone,

What a month January was. I had four book releases and endedup editing five books that are coming up for the rest of the year. Of coursethat also included finishing Passion Fur Three the sequel to ThreeFur All. Passion will be later this spring with Amira Press.

The Storm Riders series will be riding again as well withSugar and Spice press. My hunky series about two hunky men and the women theyget involved with while trying to keep Mother Nature in check. Throw in a dashof angel and a shake of demon and poof you get the Storm Riders. The first onereleases in month on February 11^th.

Not much else is going on in my world. Spent some wonderfultime with author Dahlia Rose andwent to a mummy exhibit here in town. It gave me some wonderful ideas forfurther books.

Look out for a blog hop I’ll be participatingin and giving away a book or two. That runs from Feb. 11-14.

Read below for some sneak peeks.

Hope you all have a great month.

Dark Blessings

Crymsyn

Updates:

Storm Riders – Will be available on Feb.11^th.

Currently Reading/Read:

TheLady of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley

Kidnap& Ransom by Michelle Gagnon

TheVampire Diaries : Stefan’s Diaries #5: The Asylum by L. J.Smith (Author), Kevin Williamson & Julie Plec

TheMaking of A Monster by Gail Petersen

Eclipseby Stephanie Meyer

BreakingDawn by Stephanie Meyer

TheGirl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson

BridgetJones’s Diary by Helen Fielding

VampireShift by Tim O’Rourke

TheExodus Gate by Stephen Zimmer

Movies watched/plan on:

Underworld:Awakening- Definitely recommend this one. Loved it. Left it open for anothermovie. Although I would rather have seen it in 2-D.

Grave Encounters-Great Indie Film if you love Ghost Adventures, Paranormal State, etc. A littleslow at first, but loved it.

The Lady inBlack- can’t wait for this one.

Ghost Rider 2:Spirit of Vengeance

Music:

UnderworldAwakening Soundtrack: Listened to it acouple of times now. I like it, but I like the first two better.

Blood &Chocolate Soundtrack: Like this one alot. Has gotten me into the mood to write vampires for some reason. I wouldrecommend it.

Florence &The Machine: Really enjoy the singer’svoice getting into them. Have to start trolling albums I think. Any suggestions?

Sneak Peeks

Storm Riders –M/F/M

George has beensearching for a way to predict tornadoes that mimics her inherent ability. Herencounter with a handsome cowboy that drives away a twister has her stumped.

Wyatt and Landon are Storm Riders assigned to wrangle cyclones. When they bothmeet George, they’re driven to possess her even offering themselves to her fora wild, stormy night of passion. When their boss, Raul gets wind of this, hedemands they cease all contact. Neither Wyatt nor Landon can stand to think shewon’t be part of their lives.

She’s turned their worlds upside down, and each craves George’s touch. WillLandon and Wyatt get to keep her? Or will Raul separate them forever?

Excerpt:

“Excuse me.”

Thepit of her stomach dropped. Her glass barely touched her lips when she heardthe husky voice. Everything in her froze. She turned around slowly to see whowas behind her. Her gazed stared at the black, but well-worn cowboy boots thatsomehow seemed familiar. Dark blue jeans encased muscled calves and thighs. Hispants weren’t too tight and just hinted at the curves and bulges theyconcealed. A stretched black shirt hugged a broad chest which only enhanced theflatness of his stomach. Sandy brown hair brushed the top of his shoulders.Full lips that might turn up into a sneer in a heartbeat were smiling at her.Dark blue eyes gazed at her holding more wisdom than they should have.

“Can Ihelp you with something?”

Hegave her a crooked smile. “I was wondering if you might want to dance.”

Sheglanced at him and tried not to melt right there on the bar stool. The band wasstarting a slow song. Couples were getting snugly on the floor. A pang oflonging went through her. He seemed handsome enough. He waited patiently. Shesipped her drink one more time and placed it on the bar. “That’d be nice.”

Heoffered her his hand. She took it. Once she did, a bolt of electricity zappedher and made her stagger. He caught her and held her close. “Are you okay?”

She reachedthe top of his chin and tilted her head back so she could gaze into his eyes.For a moment, she thought she saw a tornado reflected in them. Shaking herhead, she dismissed the vision. Get a hold of yourself. “Yeah. Tripped.That’s all.”

He ledher onto the dance floor and rested his palm against the small of her back. Theheat of his hand burned through her thin shirt, but the overwhelming sense thata storm was near made her head spin. Her stomach knotted the way it got beforea boomer rolled in. Her muscles were tense and she didn’t know why. There was astatic charge in the air. She rested her hands on his shoulders and moved intime to the music. Over her partner’s shoulder, she saw Trina sandwichedbetween the two college boys. Her friend gave her a thumbs up.

“What’syour name?” her mystery man asked. His hot breath tickled her ear and made hershiver inside.

“Georgiana.Everyone calls me George. You?”

“Wyatt.”

Shenodded and settled against his shoulder inhaling his musky scent. She tried toignore the static charge in the air and relax into the dance. For whateverreason, she was comfortable with him. Not many men made her feel that way. Ifthey did, then the relationship lasted a few months before they left. Hepressed her a little closer against him until her breasts brushed his shirt,but he made no further move. His hand remained on her back and didn’t try toslip down and cop a feel. His other hand rested on her hip. She appreciated hewas being a gentleman. Then the song ended.

“Can Ibuy you a drink?” he asked.

“I’mgood thanks. I had quite day and not sure alcohol needs to be involved in it.What about you?”

Hechuckled. “I thought men bought drinks for ladies and not the other wayaround.”

“Ha.I’m no lady.”

Wyattlaughed. “You sure look like one to me.” His lips were only inches from hers.

The pullbetween them was dizzying. She was already tipsy even though she was stone coldsober. Gathering her self-control, she placed a hand on his chest.

“Whatwould you do if I wasn’t?”

Hisgaze darkened. “You really don’t want to know. If you’re playing around withme, I’ll—”

Georgefelt him stiffen up. Crap.“I’m just kidding. Sorry. I’ve had a-ahh…wella fucked up day. Thank you for the dance.” She began to walk away, but hecaught her arm and spun her back around.

“Iknow you were. I was just joshing. I’m sorry you had such a crazy day. Weshould compare stories. Maybe you can come back to my place and tell me allabout it.”

Sheraised her eyebrows. “You’re awfully full of yourself, aren’t you? Do youhonestly believe I’ll go home with you just after one dance and the offer ofbuying me a drink?”

Wyattcaptured her lips in a kiss that caught her off guard. She stiffened beforeresponding. The moment his lips touched hers, she heard thunder rattleeverything around her. Static electricity exploded through her. Her headreeled. Before the storm around her could ease, he pulled away. She stoodthere, lips pursed, frozen, taking a moment before she realized it was over. Whenshe opened her eyes, he gave her his smug smile.

“Wow.I’ll take that as a yes.”

Hestepped closer and reached behind her settling his hand on her waist, but hisfingers pressed against the mounds of her derriere. “Only if you really wantto. I can sense you do. What we have between us is stimulating. A little tumblein the hay won’t hurt either one of us.”

Shebit her lip. He’s so fucking fine. I can’t say yes. I normally don’t dostuff like this, but like he said, one night wouldn’t hurt. I don’t think he’san axe murder and I really need to get today out of my mind. “Do you alwaysuse such cheesy lines?”

“Onlyon the beautiful ones.”

Passion Fur Three- M/F/M

While taking pictures in the woods, someone tries to kidnap Cassidy. Sheescapes and runs into Ronan. He brings her to the police, but can’t wipeCassidy from his mind. To thank Ronan, Cassidy suggests going out fordinner. She’s also asked out by Henry, Ronan’s friend.

Before Cassidy can go out with either man, she’s bitten by a werewolf andall hell breaks loose. Girls are going missing. A serial killer has returned toLupine Gorge and set his eyes on Cassidy. Ronan and Henry will find him and doanything to keep her safe. Even sacrifice themselves for the woman they love.

Excerpt:

“How is your dinner?”

            “It’sreally good,” she said.
            “Anna isthe best chef in town. We’re lucky to have her. But not as lucky as I am to besitting here with you. The universe has been good to me on this night.”
            “Youreally go with the flow of things?”
            “Best tomaster your emotions than let them get the better of you. I learned that aftermy run-in with Tyler. He was the reason why Ronan stepped in and did what hedid. We’ve been friends for many years, and he’s always been there for me. WhenI proposed he open the bar, he grumbled about it until I told him it was a goodidea to help him interact with people. It’s not good for him to stay up on themountain all the time. So I became the manager. After a few incidents of himlosing his temper with some of the patrons, I suggested he try something towrangle his anger.”
            “Hencethe fishing.”
            Henrylaughed. “Yeah. He bitches and moans that he hates it, but I know he secretlyenjoys it. If he didn’t, he would’ve stopped a long time ago. It has helped himtame his inner beast.”
            “Good toknow. How about we finish dinner and think about dessert?”
            “Really?”
            “Yeah,really.” She ran her finger along his arm. At her touch, she felt his musclesquiver.
            “Soundsgood to me. I have some chocolate back at my place.”
            “I lovechocolate. I especially enjoy licking it off my fingers. Maybe other placestoo.”
            “You keeptalking that way, and we won’t need to go back to my place. I’ll pull you intothe men’s bathroom and fuck you right there.”
            Cassidydropped her shoe and then ran her foot along his inner thigh until her toe hitthe erection that strained against his pants. He jumped when she touched him.“I have to veto the bathroom. I’m more of a bed kinda girl.”
            Hegripped the edge of the table. His knuckles were white from clutching it sohard. “God, you make me so hot.”
            “I’llmake you even hotter later. Want to get the check?”
            Henrynodded. He signaled the waitress when she walked by. Cassidy took anothercouple of bites of her chicken. Henry paid the check, and then they got up toleave. He slid his hand around her waist and settled it on the top of her ass.Cassidy jerked from the sudden contact.
            “Is thisokay?”
            “Yeah.”
            The coolspring air ran a chill through her when they walked outside. He walked her tothe car and stood her against the passenger-side door. His body heat kept herwarm. Henry pressed his lips to hers. She pushed herself against him, feelinghis taut body. I can see myself with him. Oh yeah. He’ll be greatwith his clothes off. Tonight is going to be good. She giggled. He thrusthis tongue into her mouth and Frenched her. Cassidy dragged her hands over hisback and clutched his ass. The door handle pushed into her left ass cheek,making her uncomfortable. She broke the kiss and was about to say somethingwhen she heard a growl.
            “What thehell?”
            Henryturned toward the sound. “Don’t move, Cassidy.”
            Sheglanced over his shoulder and saw a large red wolf glaring at them. Its teethwere bared, and the hair on its back was raised.
            Henrystepped toward the wolf. “You know better than to come out in public. Get thehell out of here before anyone sees you.”
            The wolfsnapped at him and advanced.
            “What thefuck are you doing, Henry?” Cassidy asked, not sure she was seeing right thathe was talking to the animal that had stepped into the parking lot.
            Hepressed the keys into her hand. “Go around the car slowly and get into thedriver’s seat. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
            “What?No. Not without you.”
            “Don’targue with me on this. It won’t hurt me.”
            Cassidysaw the determined look in his eye and knew he wasn’t going to back down. Shestudied the wolf. It held its golden gaze on her. Henry kept himself betweenthe wolf and her while she inched around the car. [A1] When she washalfway around the vehicle, another wolf crept out of the shadows. Henrygrowled at the other wolf and lunged at it. It didn’t back off. She fumbledwith the keys to the car, but dropped them to the ground. When she reached downto get them, another growl rumbled in her ear. She looked up slowly. A thirdwolf stared directly at her. She held up her hands.
            “Nicewolf. Good boy.”
            The wolfstepped closer, blocking her path. Henry was still behind her, fending off theother two wolves. She started to rise. The wolf lunged and landed on top of her.The force of the impact knocked her into the pavement. Pain exploded in herhead, and her vision clouded. The weight of the wolf on top of her didn’tvanish. Its rotten breath blasted against her face. Cassidy heard Henry’s voiceyelling at her through a tunnel. Before he could get to her, powerful jawsripped into her shoulder and scraped the bone. She cried out in agony. The wolfwas suddenly gone, but her life still flashed before her eyes.
            The nextthing she knew, Henry was above her. Ronan had appeared on her other side likemagic. Cassidy tried to focus on what they were saying, but a burning sensationhad started to spread from her shoulder and throughout her body with every beatof her heart. Soon the blaze burned away at her brain, and she knew nothingelse.

Guest Blogger: Elizabeth Kyne: INSPIRATION FROM LIFE

2012-01-12T06:00:00.000-05:00

INSPIRATION FROM LIFE

Author Elizabeth Kynereveals how she used an irritating hairdresser

to inspire her latestnovel

When people ask me a question, I have to replywith an honest answer, I just can’t help it. This is usually a good thing, asin: “what have you done with the scissors?”; “I think I left them in thekitchen”, which people appreciate, even if I should have really put them backin the drawer in the hallway. There’s a problem, however, when it comes to thestandard greeting: “hello, how are you?”. For some reason, I feel compelled toanswer this question in an honest manner. Even though I know the questionerisn’t actually interested in the slightest, and merely wants to hear the words“I’m fine, how are you?”. No, I have to tell them that I’m really frustratedbecause I got stuck in traffic in the rain, then stepped in a puddle when Ifinally got to my destination, soaked my foot right through and have probablyruined the new pair of socks my gran gave me for my birthday.

It’s an irritating trait, I concede, butnot one that is generally a problem. Until a couple of years ago. That was atotally miserable period in my life, loads of stuff had gone wrong and I’dspent far too long moping. To the point where I really didn’t want to talkabout it anymore. Which is all fine and good until it comes to the dreadfulquestion, “how are you?”. Because not only did I not want to tell them how I was, they didn’t want to hear it either – and yet, I felt compelled to behonest. You see the problem?

By this point you’re probably wonderingwhat all this has to do with hairdressers and writing novels. Well, I’m gettingto that.

The hairdresser, you see, is the mistressof the “how are you?”s. She’s also rather fond of the “where are you going onholiday?”s and the “how are the children?”s too. For someone who’s not fine,isn’t going on holiday and has no children, this is all a teensy weensy bitannoying.

And it’s not just hairdressers. It’s nailtechnicians and taxi drivers and opticians and – well, almost anyone in theservice industry who holds you captive for a period of time. Either you playalong with it or you dash out of the hairdressers with only half your hair cutor demand to be let out of the taxi half way through your journey. Neither isparticularly productive.

So, I take you back to the scenario of afew years ago when life wasn’t going so well. I go out to have my hair cut ormy nails done to cheer myself up a bit, and what do I get? “How are you?”. Itry to dodge the question by being both honest, yet dismissive with a “not sogood, really” in the hope they will leave it at that. But no! They keepreturning with their questions to try to get to the nub of the matter. Followedby the stealth move of asking “what do you do for a living?”. Because as soonas you admit you’re a writer, they’re suddenly interested in you and want to hear all about it. The fact that Idon’t really want to tell them is neither here nor there.

Which probably makes me sound like a grumpyold person. Well, back then, I was a bit grumpy because of the aforementioned‘life not going so well’. So I started to analyze my response to thisapparently innocent line of questioning and I started to realize that myhonesty was part of the problem. Perhaps I should practice the traditionalresponse of: “I’m fine, how are you?”, even though “fine” was a lie. But whyleave it there? Why not litter the whole conversation with little white lies tothrow the hairdresser off the scent? Why not, for example, answer the question:“what do you do for a living?” with “I’m an account”? Let’s see the hairdresserget interested in that! (withapologies to all accountants, who I am sure are wonderful people).

I never had the bottle to go through withthis plan, but I did think about it an awful lot. And I wondered what it wouldbe like if I were actually an account and, rather than dissuade the hairdresserfrom asking me questions, I wanted to encourage her to ask me about myinteresting life. So I imagined a rather lonely account who, on a whim, made upstories of her life just to make things a bit interesting. She would, forexample, when asked about her family, decide to say she was married even thoughshe wasn’t. And, to sound even more impressive, her husband would be the mostwonderful man in the world who cleans the house, cooks her amazing meals and isfantastic in bed.

Thus, the seed of a novel was born. Icalled the woman Rachel and I imagined what would happen if she not only toldthe hairdressers about her fictional husband, but told her friends and her workcolleagues and almost anyone else she could think of. To the point where thestory becomes so real that it turns into the truth and, one day, Rachel returnshome to discover the man she has told everyone about exists and is living inher house. I wrote it up, with the flourish of a couple of sub-plots, and itbecame If Wishes Were Husbands.

You see, as writers, we’re in the businessof making stuff up. It’s practically the dictionary definition of fiction(except, expressed in more precise and formal language). But it doesn’t meanthat real life cannot be our inspiration. Indeed, it is fiction’s job to notonly entertain, but to reflect real life to a greater or lesser degree. Bytaking a scenario and dramatizing it, we can examine life in an entertainingway with, perhaps, greater depth than stating the facts would on their own.And, of course, have a bit of fun.

*****

Rachel re-invents herself when she movesback to her home town of Aylesbury; with a new job, a new house and a newhaircut. But people’s eyes glaze over when she tells them about her life as aforty-something singleton who works in accounts. So why not spice things up abit? Why not tell her new hairdresser and her new friends about her fantastichusband? Everyone wants to hear about Darren, the man who cooks her amazingmeals, cleans the house and takes her to bed for orgasmic sex three times anight! What a shame he doesn't exist…

…Until she comes home one night and findsDarren sitting in her lounge. And everything she said becomes true: from hissensuous food to his skill in bed. So real, that she believes it.

Not as if living with a perfect is man is…well, perfect…

She can’t find anything because every timeshe puts something down, he tidies it away. Then there’s the shock of thecredit card bill from buying all that gourmet food. Not to mention the sex!Three times a night is great at first, but sometimes all she wants at the endof the day is a sandwich and some sleep.

Then Rachel decides that Darren has to go -and that’s when her troubles really begin.

Elizabeth Kyne takes the absurdities of themodern woman's quest for love and turns them into an enjoyable romp. She findsthe comic in everyday situations, from buying a dress to experimenting withhair dye at home. While, underneath, she comments on the pressure to find theperfect husband and how that quest is doomed for us all.

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Elizabeth Kyne trained to be a radiojournalist and spent her early working years reading news bulletins and writingfor magazines. Later, after learning the meaning of “mortgage” and “gas bill”,she decided to do the sensible thing and drop the freelance lifestyle to get aproper job. The job, however, all went horribly wrong and she returned to herfirst love of writing, and worked on several novels before finding success with“If Wishes Were Husbands”.

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January Newsletter

2012-01-01T08:00:00.000-05:00

Hi Everyone,

I hope that you are all having a great beginning of theyear. Does anyone have any plans?

I have nothing major planned except attending FandomFest in Louisville, KY in June & Authors After Dark in NOLA in August. Iam sure these cons will be a ton of fun.

Now the reason for the announcements, well, I figured Ihaven’t done an official newsletter in a long time. So my New Year’s resolutionis to do a monthly newsletter and roll it into a blog. I’m horrible at keepinga blog. Honestly, I’m not sure how interesting my life is considering I workfrom home all day doing my day job, taking care of my two dogs, and of coursethe husband. And the characters from whatever I’m working on at the moment arealways raging in my head. Then again I could bore you with their conversations.It can be quite funny, at least to me at times.

The plan for the year is to write 12-15 books depending ontheir lengths. My writing goals for the month are normally 40K for a book, or20K for two short length stories. It all depends on what ideas hit me. I hopeto have my horror novel Death’s Dance completed. Two more stories in the Hell’sGate series. Maybe another Lupine Gorge novel which the first one is ThreeFur All.

We will see what the New Year brings.

Read below for some sneak peeks for what is to come thisyear.

Hope you all have a great year.

Dark Blessings

Crymsyn

Updates:

Dreaming of You will beavailable again January 4^th from Purple Sword

The Dragon & His Houseboy will be outJanuary 14^th with Sugar & Spice Press.

Hell’s Gate: Amelia will be outJanuary 18^th with Purple Sword

A Cat for All will be outJanuary 20^th from Amira Press

My StormRiders Series will beavailable again starting in February with Sugar and Spice Press.

The Devil’sTavern Series will beavailable again as well later this year with Purple Sword Publications. I amvery happy about that since the press they were originally with went under.

Currently Reading:

TheGirl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson

BridgetJones’s Diary by Helen Fielding

VampireShift by Tim O’Rourke

TheExodus Gate by Stephen Zimmer

NewMoon by Stephenie Meyer (Yes I admitI like the Twilight Series. I find them like popcorn at times. Have to be inthe mood to read them though)

Movies on planning to watch:

Underworld:Awakening- Love the first three.

Sneak Peeks

The Dragon &His Houseboy – M/M

Saeran’s dreamed aboutretiring from his lifestyle as a male prostitute for a while. But wouldcatering to a dragon shifter be the best thing? Dragons are known to bite nowand again.

Barro is enamored with Saeran and his luscious body. Inviting Saeran back tohis house to be at his beck and call seemed the logical thing to do at thetime. When Saeran accepts, he is overjoyed and can’t fight the growingattraction between them.

Saeran becomes more to Barro than the houseboy he originally planned on. Thequestion is, what exactly is Saeran becoming? They open their hearts to oneanother, and all secrets are revealed

Excerpt:

“Thatreally isn’t the way to treat a book. They are precious commodities.” Saeranpicked up the tome. He walked it over to his benefactor, who had his backturned to him.

“Whogave you the right to speak to me that way?” he snapped.

Saeranlaid the book on the desk and placed his hand on Barro’s shoulder. He turnedand growled. The look on his face was that of an animal. His lips were pulledback in a snarl, showing his sharpened teeth. His black pupils were slitted andSaeran could see the small circles of scales along his face. Barro raised hishand ready to strike, but when the recognition of seeing Saeran set in, helowered it.

“Whatare you doing here? You shouldn’t be here right now.”

“Why?”

“Becausebeing around me now means I’m either going to shift or I’m going to destroysomething.”

Hestepped closer and placed a hand on Barro’s chest. His skin burned and hisheart beat rapidly against his ribcage. Barro growled but didn’t shove himaway. His muscles were tense and he was on the edge of losing control. Saeranpressed his lips to the other man’s throat and licked a line up his jaw untilthe stubble scratched his tongue.

“Don’tdo that.”

“Makeme stop.”

Barroclutched his shoulders, but he didn’t force him away. Instead, Saeran sucked inhis Adam’s apple and felt him relax a little. The dragon’s fingers bit into hisshoulders, but he ducked under the shifter’s arms and then ran his hands overhis back. Saeran began to massage the tight muscles. A small groan worked fromBarro’s mouth.

“Youshould sit. I can do this better. Trust me.”

Thedragon shifter sighed and then consented. He sat in a low back chair. Saeranrubbed his neck, feeling the coiled and knotted muscles. He pressed his thumbsalong the ridge of the shoulder blades and worked the skin until he could feelthe muscles loosening underneath his fingers. He pushed and worked them for afew minutes, moving Barro’s head to the side so he could get a better angle tomassage the tense areas of the other man.

“Thatfeels good.”

Saerandragged his nails down Barro’s back and concentrated on other areas where hewas holding tension. The more he touched the other man, the more his cockstiffened at the thought of being next to him. Barro might have been attractedto him for no reason, but Saeran saw the authoritative man who could satisfyhis desires. Then he remembered how the day before this respected man had beendown on his knees giving him a blowjob. True, they had been interrupted, but itstill had felt wonderful. He shivered to think about it and wondered if itwould be a repeat occurrence. He moved down the bottom of his back and began tolift up his shirt when Barro pulled away.

“No.”

“Iwasn’t thinking about doing anything kinky, just to rub your back. Tell me youdon’t enjoy it. Tell me if you want me to stop.” Saeran kissed his the columnof his neck and flicked his tongue over Barro’s ear. The tang of salt and smokesettled on his tongue. He continued to kiss his throat, enjoying the taste ofhis new employer.

“Idon’t want you to stop, but you should. The servants could walk in at anymoment.”

Heran his fingers through the other man’s hair and titled his head to the side,but kept on kissing him, drawing the flesh between his teeth. He nipped harderuntil Barro shivered underneath his touch. Saeran dragged his hands down theshifter’s chest and then over his groin. As he suspected, the other man’s dickwas already hard, showing him that the dragon was aroused. His desire wastaking over. He bit Barro’s ear and ran his fingers over the man’s shaft. Heworked him through the material of the man’s pants until Barro gripped hishand, squeezing his wrist, but he didn’t stop him.

“Doyou want more?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“Tell mewhat you want.”

A Cat For All - MFMM

A mysterious man beckonsOrianna to the hotel bar. Ryker confesses he and his two mates, Dallas andPierce, want her to return home with them.
To keep Pierce satisfied, Ryker invites a strange woman into their lives. Hestruggles with Orianna because she’s their natural enemy, a vampire. As thebond cements between Orianna and Pierce, he discovers Dallas falling for hertoo.

Orianna is abducted and all three men dash to rescue her from the local prideleader. If they don’t get there in time, there will nothing left of their newmate except ashes.

Excerpt:

Allthree left the room and then walked down to the first floor where she was.Pierce knocked softly on the door. No one answered. Ryker gritted his teethbecause Orianna didn’t answer. He listened and didn’t hear anyone stirring onthe other side. He tried again with a little more force.

“Doyou think she ditched us?” Pierce asked, trying to hide the disbelief in hisvoice.

Rykerleaned closer to the door and inhaled deeply. “No. She’s in there. Her scent isfainter, but she hasn’t left.” He banged on the door again. “Orianna, open thedoor. We’re going to check out. Are you coming with us or not?”

Stillno movement. Irritation rolled through him. His cat kneaded the inside of hisbrain, telling him it was not happy with the way this morning was turning out.The cat hadn’t decided if it wanted Orianna with them or not. Now it wasfrustrated with the turn of events. He figured she would be ready by now.

Dallas pushed him out of the way.“Let me try, but block the door. You don’t want the sun to get on her.” He duginto his pants and pulled out a lock pick set.

“Where did you get that?” Pierceasked.

“Never leave home without it. Youdon’t know when you’re going to need it. Gotten me out of a few situations.”Dallas smiled and then worked on the lock until it opened. Ryker watched withfascination because Dallas always surprised him. There were things about hismate he didn’t know. He always kept his past a secret. After a few quick turnsand a sudden click, the door popped open. Dallas pushed the door open.

Ryker stood in the doorway. Heimmediately thought of all the vampire movies he saw where a vampire’s lair wasdank and smelled like decay. He shook the thought off because he knew it was amusty hotel room. The interior was completely dark. A blanket covered thewindow. The small shaft of sunlight that sliced into the room from the doorlanded on the bed. Orianna lay motionless. Pierce tried to push through to getto her. When Ryker moved, the sun hit her arm. The stench of burnt meat filledthe room. A lick of flame appeared on her skin. She sat up in bed and uttered apiercing scream that deafened him.

“Oh, shit!” Pierce rushed in andnearly shoved him to the floor. Orianna had leapt from the bed and was huddledin the darkest corner of the room. Her arms enveloped her face, and she wasshivering.

“Shutthe door,” Pierce shouted, grabbed the sheet from the bed, and wrapped itaround Orianna.

Theroom was plunged into darkness. Her hollow gasps filled the room and soundedlike broken bellows. Only three heartbeats sounded in the room. Hers wassilent.

“Areyou okay?” Pierce asked, stroking her hair.

“I-Ithink so,” she responded. “What are you doing here? I expected you last night,and you didn’t show.”

“Wegot a little distracted,” Ryker answered. “We came up here to get you so wecould bring you back to the house, but it appears we have run into acomplication. It slipped my mind.”

Oriannaglared at him and held up her blackened hand. “You think! The sun isn’t just acomplication. It’ll deep-fry me into oblivion if I step foot into it. Just goon without me. I’m more trouble than any of you want to deal with. I’ll leaveat nightfall and be on my way. You won’t have to see me again.”

“No!”Pierce cried out and pleaded with the two men. “You can’t just leave. You haveto come back with us. Ryker, tell her. She’s our mate!”

Dallascleared his throat and knelt on the floor by them. “No, love. She’s your mate. To me, she is nothing morethan a beautiful woman with an intriguing scent.” He put a hand on Pierce’sshoulder and squeezed.

Christmas Blog Hop Contest - Winner

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Thanks to everyone who left a comment for the Christmas Blog Hop Contest.

It was much appreciated and all the comments were wonderful.

Drum Roll Please....

And the winner of Hell's Gate Santino & Draig is:

bakinstuff

Thank you all again for participating in the blog hop.

With all the great comments I received on the short I am certainly going to expand it into something longer.

Christmas Blog Hop Contest

2011-12-16T04:00:00.000-05:00

Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa comes down the chimney to deliver presents and place them under the tree. And where Santa gets a gift of milk and cookies so do you.

This contest is quick and easy. Just leave a comment on the below snippet and let me know what you think. Please leave your name and email address. Prizes are the first two books in pdf format of my Hell's Gate Series.

There was a knock on the doorechoing through my apartment. My eyes glanced at the DVDplayer and I sighed debating if I wanted to press play or answer the door.Guess which one I chose? Yes, I opened the door and there was Dante in tightblack jeans and a red T-shit. He took my breath away as his dark hair was sweptup in a ponytail and his dark eyes sparkled. He looked up at me and held my gaze and produced a single purple rose.It was the most thoughtful thing. I took it and nicked my thumb so that abubble of blood came up and before I could clean it Dante snatched it up andsucked on it. The look on his face was pure ecstasy. He looked up at me,smiled, and ran his tongue over the flesh and yeah it was weird, but it wasalso the sexiest thing I ever had done to me.

Withoutanother word, he pulled me to him and locked me in a deep throat kiss. Finallyhe pulled away leaving me breathless. “Wow. What prompted that?”

Hecame in, locked the door behind him, and led me to the couch. His hands slidover my shirt searching for a way to get under it. I nearly fell into hisembrace, but decided that the evil flying monkeys were gnawing at my conscious.Something about this was all wrong. “Dante. This is great and all, but what thehell did you want to tell me. I get the feeling that your mother is not dying.So fess up.”

Helaughed richly reminded me of dark chocolate rubbing over silk, sweet and soft,but it would still go to my thighs. “You’re very perceptive or I’m losing mytouch.”

“Let’sgo with I’m perceptive. Now what gives? You run off on me, break my heart andthen come crawling back lying about a dying mother. So what’s up?”

“Okay,so you got me. I lied about my mother, but there’s something that I wanted totell you. Show you.”

Ileaned in close and kissed him lightly and he kissed me harder. I fell over ontohim and ran my tongue across his lips. As I did, I felt something sharp. Ipulled away quickly and came back tasting blood. Dante just looked at me andsmiled seductively.

“Thatwas what I wanted to talk to you about. You see. I’m a vampire. I fell for youhard and I wanted to be sure about you. And I think I am.”

Istared at him and laughter bubbled up. We were certainly not in Kansas anymore. “Soyou’re a vampire.”

Angercrossed Dante’s face. “MadisonI’m serious. More than you know. I hoped that it wouldn’t come down to this,but—” He pulled back his lips into a snarl and I saw his fangs growing and hestruck, biting into my neck. The pain was so abrupt that it hit me quickly andtook me a moment to react and then the pleasure of his mouth on my neck. Okay,this guy was for real. No normal human being could make teeth grow like thatand then move so quickly. Hmmm..the twister had picked up my house and landedme on top of the wicked witch herself. Finally, I came to my senses and startedbeating him on the chest to get him off of me. Not that I wanted him to stop,but a girl has to talk.

Dantemoved back and I saw the smear on his lips and on his teeth as he preened thevestiges with his tongue. “Okay, I believe you. So what? You going to make meinto a vampire or what?”

Hejust looked at me as if I had shot him. “You know, Madison. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have comehere. I thought. I don’t know what I thought.” He looked as if he had come tosome horrid realization. He bleached out like stone and I was a statue that hedidn’t see. He moved toward the door and I looked at him puzzled and moved infront of him before he could get to the door.

“Whoa,you come over here, tell me you’re a vampire, and now you’re just leaving. Whatthe hell?”

Hesigned and stared me straight in the eyes. “Honestly, you’re just not my type.”

Hepushed me out of the way and in an instant he was gone evaporating into mist. Iwas left open mouthed, gaping at where he had gone. I turned on my heel andwent back to the freezer, still in disbelief. I pulled out my last pint of icecream and took out a spoon. I was more in shock as I opened up the pint andpicked up the phone. But I hung it back up and knew that Chris would neverbelieve me. Damn, it was just my luck.

Boyfriendssucked. Literally, it seemed.

Iflicked the DVD on and even beforethe Technicolor cornfields came on, I decided to switch out the disc and put ina vampire movie that I had bought on a whim. Yeah, it was definitely time tofind a new movie. No more trips over the rainbow for me.

From now on, I was sticking with mygirlfriends.

Hope you have enjoyed this. It's a short I'm thinking about expanding.

Happy Holidays

Oh Christmas Tree

2011-12-06T08:00:00.000-05:00

Blog by Drea Becraft

Tis the season…yep theChristmas season.

I have most of my outsidefamily already bought for but my children only a few things so far. I am so looking forward to seeing all thefaces of my loved ones as they open their gifts.

I am a real fake treelover. I have had a few come and go butmost last at least a few Christmases before they bite the dust. I love the smell of live trees but not thefuss of them when its just as easy to put up a tree and take it down and bedone with it.

Now some homes have the whitetree. While I think they are pretty I amafraid one will never grace my home. Ilike the tradition of the green against the multi colored lights and manyornaments to much to change that.

So what about you what kindof tree is your favorite?

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Blurb:

Aimee’s life changed onenight, not long ago, when she staked a vampire to save another. Still reelingfrom that life changing night, Aimee decides to go home with Brenda, her bestfriend, for the holidays. She never expected Brenda’s brother, who comes offmore like the Grinch then Santa, to have so many saint like qualities. Yearsspent alone, with no family or friends, plays heavy on her mind but Nic couldpossible be the one who changes it all.

has always been a sore spotfor Nicolai. He’s the real saint Nic, but society has him all wrong. He’s nosaint. In truth, he’s a vampire. Over the centuries, Nic has spent the holidaysfighting off the ridicule from his younger brother and giving to those lessfortune, not seeing his own worth. Until one mortal, brought home by his sisterBrenda, changes the holiday and his outlook on life for eternity.

Is it possible that Nic hasfinally found his Mrs. Clause? When worlds meld, can Aimee find the happy everafter she once asked Santa for so many years ago, or is she doomed to spendforever lonely on Christmas?

Excerpt:

With a flick of his hand, thelights next to the bed turned on as did a few lamps across the room. Once myeyes adjusted, I got a better look at the amount of presents. Hundreds,littered the room. The only space not filled was around the bed and a path totwo doors in opposite directions. Red, green, and golds splattered the room ina festive show of color.

“You really are Saint Nic.”Astonished I tried desperately to keep my mouth closed.

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” Turning away fromthe presents I turned my gaze to Nic’s in question.

“Because I’m nowhere near asaint.” Brows furrowing Nic stared intently at the computer screen.

“Then how did you get thename?”

“That would be Jaysen’s doing.One day, not to long after I started giving the gifts, we got into an argument.I don’t remember most of what was said, after all, it was quite a while ago,but I do remember the comment was rather snide. To this day neither of us knowshow it ended up outside our argument, but it still reminds me of that comment.Besides saints are deemed so because of the greatness they do for mankind all Ido is give a few toys to some kids.”

Moved by the noticeable hurtin his eyes, a relentless knot twisted in my stomach. Though I still didn’tknow him, the connection between us grew with each passing moment.

Whether it was hormones orthe fact that we were supposed to be mates, I didn’t know, but I couldn’t standto see him sad.

I scooted out of the bed andmade my way to him, wrapping paper shuffling under my feet. Then, as if it werethe most natural thing to do, I lowered myself into his lap and hugged himclose. “To those kids you are the world.”

“That’s why I do it everyyear. Though not in the grand scale that everyone thinks. I try to help atleast a few orphanages and hospitals each year.”

“See, you are a saint. Everyyear you create the biggest rush of hope and joy to the children across theworld. Though you can‘t help them all, the small sacrifices you have made overthe centuries have helped to shape our world and helps friends and familieslearn the true meaning of giving. Without you there would be no hope of aperfect

Christmas. If that isn‘t theact of a saint, I don‘t know what is.”

With a grunt in my ear, Nic’sarms tightened around me as he buried his head in the hair between my shoulderblade and ear.

Pulling away slightly, Iraised my hands and held of each side of his head. My fingers ran though thesilken strands of his hair using that leverage I brought his head up until oureyes met. Leaning down I kissed his full lips with a slight brush of mine.

You are the best mateanyone could ask for. Speaking whileour mouths were still fused, Nic sipped from my lips slowly.

Guest Blogger & Give Away - Dawne Prochilo

2011-11-17T08:00:00.000-05:00

His Holiday Seduction Give-Away

The holidays are right around the corner...and you know whatthat means. It's time for holiday romance...magical stories of love... romanticmoments under the mistletoe and my first ever holiday release novella, HisHoliday Seduction.

The holiday season was not goingto be “Holly-Jolly” if Dani McPherson had her way. She needed time alone, awayfrom the library…away from men…away from the memory of her brokenengagement…with Chad. Hunter Nielsen had his eye on his sexy neighbor for quitesome time, although she never seemed to acknowledge his very existence. But nowHunter had a plan, to capture Dani’s heart, it was all part of His HolidaySeduction.

To win a free pdf copy of His Holiday Seduction, tellme what your favorite holiday memory is. Whether it was a favorite toy...as achild OR adult. Your favorite food grandma used to cook. Or even a sweet momentthat lives on in your heart.

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She's the Promotion Director for a publisher, she's a freelance writer for anewspaper, writes web content and is the administrative editor of the WMConnection Freelance Writers website and a contributing editor for the WMConnection Review. She writes relationship articles for mademan.com, yahoo.comand associated press. She's also a reviewer for Eden Fantasy products andwrites for their sister website, Eden Cafe. She does book reviews forCoffee and Romance Times, Simply Erotic Reviews and Sexy Reads.

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Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: The Dragon & His Houseboy

2011-10-16T07:00:00.000-04:00

Barro is a wealthy dragon shifter and Saeran is the man with whom he has spent the night. For some strange reason, Barro finds Saeran intriguing and makes him an offer he can't refuse.

Barro’s hand dipped betweenSaeran’s legs and stroked his cock. He bucked forward expecting more of the man’stouch. It only lasted a minute before he cried out when the other man withdrewhis fingers. “Something like that. I’m sure we can come to a certainarrangement. I can make it well worth your while.

Sneak Peek: Hell's Gate: Draig-

2011-10-14T14:04:00.001-04:00

Here is a sneak peek of Hell's Gate: Draig that comes out next Wednesday with Purple Sword Publications. Hope you all enjoy.

Blurb:

Lila has been tending bar for five years at Hell's Gate. Sheis content with her life. However, when Draig walks into the club her world isthrown asunder. There is something about the exotic man that haunts her. Shewatches him night after night tie up women and can't help but feel jealous.Draig tries to ignore her, but he can't get her out of his mind. The only thinghe knows to do is push her away.

Until the one night she finally confronts him and gives him a piece of hermind. Draig tries to keep her out, but he realizes Lila is something special.If he keeps her out, then his one chance of freedom will fly away.

Excerpt:

Lila let her eyesrove over Draig’s gorgeous body. Black leather pants encased well muscledcalves, strong thighs, and a perfectly shaped butt. A yearning to touch his assburned through her, but she resisted when the pain pounded on her templesagain. Or maybe it was her good sense hammering away to warn her that onenight stands were not a good thing. She’d had enough ofwaking up in someone else’s bed only to have them dismiss her in the morning. Besides,it was a bad idea to get involved with any of her coworkers. She had found thatout first hand when she had first worked there, dating a bartender who hadtended bar with her, but he turned out to be an ass. He slept with her thentold the staff what a horrible lay she was. She swore she’d never make thatmistake again. Leah had fired him that next night when his comments reached herears.

Draig’s back musclesrippled when he stood and dragged a hand across his forehead to wipe the beadsof sweat from his brow. Etched over his spine was a full blown dragon, wingsoutstretched. When he moved it, appeared the wings were flapping. It was inkedin blue and silver hue. The work was so detailed she could make out the minutescales along its feet right before they turned into dangerous claws. Whoeverhad done the skin masterpiece was truly an artist. She wondered where else hemight have some tattoos.

Draig turned. Hercheeks burned from being caught staring. She quickly averted her eyes andpressed the cloth to her head. The coldness eased some of the pain. But shefigured she would have one hell of a lump in the morning. Getting whacked onthe head twice in a one night wasn’t typical. Lila barely ever dropped a bottleof beer. Tonight two of them had slipped from her grasp. Leah wouldn’t dock herfor the inventory, but she wouldn’t be happy if she knew.

“All put up. Isthere anything else you need stocked?” he asked her.

“No. Thanks forthe help. Just gotta go home.” She slid off the stool.

Once her feet hitthe floor, she stumbled again. The world spun a little. She put her hands outto catch herself, but instead found herself against his chest. His arms wrappedaround her and clasped her back. Her breasts barely touched his chest. Her headcame just under his chin. She inhaled and smelled his pure masculine scentmixed with a fruity aroma that must have been the soap he used. Lila laid ahand on his flesh to steady herself. Her entire being flushed with heat fromthe close contact. An overwhelming urge to fan herself hit her, but she didn’twant to tear her hand away from his solid form. It seemed she was glued to thisperfect stranger. Whatever magnetism drew her to him it was the strongest shehad ever felt with a man.

Draig peered intoher eyes. Flames ignited in his green ones. A gasp formed on her lips, watchinghis eyes glow. Before Lila could utter a sound, he claimed her mouth, his fulllips covered hers. Her head said she should shove him away. They shouldn’t bekissing because it would only bring trouble. But before she could grasp ontothat, the world fell away. She was floating and nothing could bring her feet tosolid ground again. Her body temperature spiked. Just the pleasure his lipsbrought to her was unlike anything she had experienced before. He cupped herface lightly, barely even holding her. Lila craved for him do more, to lift heronto the bar, hike her skirt up, and plunge his cock inside of her.

The bliss heelicited speared directly between her thighs. She squeezed her legs togetherjust to remind herself that she was still alive and hadn’t ascended to heaven. Draigslowly sucked on her bottom lip before releasing it. He then brushed his tongueacross her lips. Lila let out a small moan. He made no move to bring her closer.The heat of his body blasted against her. She drew in a few breaths to anchorherself back in her body. Frozen to her spot, the shock of the kiss hadn’t wornoff yet. Lila leaned up on tiptoe to return the kiss with the hunger growinginside of her. Before she could, he pulled away.

Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: Hell's Gate: Amelia

2011-10-09T07:00:00.000-04:00

This is a quick peek into the world of Hell's Gate, asupernatural fetish club. Here we find Amelia and Barrett getting to know one another a little bit with Barrett sharing his fetish with her.

Setting the shoe on the floor before him, hethen gently took a hold of her foot. Through the stockings he saw her daintytoes. Of fuck. She has amazing feet. Iwant to take those babies between my lips and dart my tongue between her toesto see what she tastes like. A shiver of pleasure gripped him and he had toremain very still before he lost control.

Guest Blog Post: Carolyn Hughey

2011-10-07T08:00:00.000-04:00

I’d like to thank Jennifer for inviting me. As an author of Avalon Books and an Indieauthor under the pen name of K. T. Roberts, I’m honored to be here with all ofyou today.

What’s hotter than a summer inNew York City? Two sexy Italian Chefsfighting over you, of course!

Hopeless romantic, Ellana Licari, has her sights seton the tall, dark and handsome, Nick Soranno. Withthe help of the two meddling Mamas, she’s determined to show him she’s The One- not that scrawny redhead who’s rapidly becoming more than his casual ‘flavorof the month’.

Convincing Nick to stop thinkingof her like his sister won’t be easy, but Ellana’s about to up the ante tobreak up the relationship and leave this new one in a cloud of dust.

But is it working? Not aswell as she’d expected. But that’s okaybecause now Ellana’s canoodling with the Italian stallion, Giovanni Cavallini,to make Nick jealous. Of course, Giovanni’s only too happy to oblige—he’sgot his own agenda, but now that she has Nick’s attention, is it too late?
With the matchmaking Mamas doingtheir best to interfere, Ellana’s stuck in a quandary . . . which one of thesetempting chefs will she choose?

I’m often asked what made me decide to write lightheartedcontemporary romance. My response is simple. I’m a person who finds humor in life. That’s not to say that I’m always upbeat, butit isn’t often that you’ll find me down.

Life is about making the most of any given situation andtrying to see it as a glass half full instead of half empty. While they both mean the same thing, it’schoosing to see things in a different light. Of course this post isn’t intended to be about inciting positivethinking into your minds, it’s just what I do to interject some of the thingsthat have happened to me, or people I know, into my stories in a humorous way.

Shut Upand Kiss Me is set in present time in New York City. It’s about Ellana Licari and Nicky Sorannowho have been friends since the day they were born when their mothers met inthe hospital. And that’s just how longEllana has been in love with Nicky—or at least that’s what the mamas toldher. In the scene below, Ellana has justgiven up her apartment and job in New Jersey and moving back to New Yorkbecause her Mama has called to tell her Nicky is getting married to someoneelse. Mama’s been trying to get her backin her grips for two years—this time it worked. In this scene Ellana is having a flashback of her childhood and how themamas used brainwashing attempts to keep their dream alive:

My mind drifted to Nicky and meas kids, and the Cupid Mongers’ brainwashing techniques. I did have to admitthinking about us back then did give me a warm fuzzy and made me smile.

The memory of Mom using Bobbipins to attach the top of a sheer white curtain to my head as a bridal veil,made me laugh out loud. Those two goofy mothers had decided right from thebeginning they weren’t going to risk the event not happening. I could almostsmell the tiny bouquet of wild flowers Mom would shove in my hand every afternoon.Then, as Nicky and I walked down the path towards Aunt Nan, who posed as thepriest, Mom would hum the wedding march until we were pronounced husband andwife.

At the time, Nicky and I enjoyed “thegame” but that was only because we weren’t aware of the mothers’ devious waysyet. Nicky just groans about it now, and me, well, I guess I’m still holding onto the dream. The thought of being Mrs. Nicholas Soranno has always given mecomfort, but it’s never going to happen unless I’m able to change my status ashis surrogate sister.

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Both ofthese things happened in real life, I just enhanced the truth a tad.

If youwant a good laugh, read Shut Up and KissMe available now at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. And while you’re at it, check out my reviewsof which I’m very proud.

So whatam I doing now? I’m writing the secondbook in a three-part series about romance and food that includes 32 recipes—oneafter each chapter that I’ve incorporated into the story. I have three more books to pitch to mypublisher to keep the series going, because doesn’t everyone like recipes?

As aprofessional chef, I’ve always wanted to have my own cookbook, so when Avalonasked me to write this series, I jumped at the chance. The series is entitled Romancing the Chef’sToque, and the first book, Dishing Up Romance will be out in February 2012. Theother two books entitled One Menu at a Time, and Catering to Love will bereleased in June and October, respectively. I’m having a great time writing these books!

If you’d like to win a free copy of Shut Up and Kiss Me,leave me a comment on this blog and I’ll do a random pick and contact thecommenter for details.

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Guest Post: C.R. Moss- Fiction from Real Live

2011-10-05T08:00:00.000-04:00

In my most recent release, Wild WestWeekend, written together with my writing partner RM Sotera, the charactersI wrote about – Cassie and Dakota – were reunited after not having seen eachother for years. They had known each other as children/teenagers, and throughlife's circumstances, lost touch with each other until Cassie returned with afriend of hers.

This story slightly mirrors my own. In January it'll be my 18th weddinganniversary. My husband and I met in middle school and became friends. We lenteach other books (I think he's the one that got me hooked on Stephen King) andtapes (I had borrowed a Heart tape from him in high school and forgot to giveit back to him before we graduated. He got it back eventually. After all, mystuff became his and vice versa.) We had a handful of classes together in highschool—honors Bio, physics, gym classes, and a history class he remembers mecutting a lot of in our senior year. After he received his driver's license andcar, he would pick me up and take me to school. We'd have lunch together onoccasion with the guys. Needless to say, we were good friends. I feltcomfortable talking to him and sharing aspects of my life.

Then there came the one moment in my life I sometimes wish I could go back andchange, but in retrospect am glad I can't, otherwise I may not be where I amtoday. He asked me out in our senior year, wanted me to go to a hockey gamewith him and some of his friends. I was dating someone at the time and for somereason told my boyfriend that I was invited to a hockey game with my guyfriends. The BF didn't like the idea of me going out with a bunch of guys, eventhough they were just friends, so I turned down the hockey date. Things becamestrained between my future husband and me. The guy I was dating ended upcheating on me several months later, which is why I sometimes wish I could goback and tell him to F-off and that I didn't need his permission to go out withfriends. But I also know that if I dated my husband in our senior year weprobably wouldn't be together today. So high school ends, DH and I go ourseparate ways.

Years later, I'm in a restaurant waiting for a friend of mine and up walks thisother man who wonders if I am who he thinks I am. Turns out it was my friendfrom high school. We started dating that weekend. Nine months later we wereengaged. Three months later, a week shy of our one year of dating, we weremarried. (No, it wasn't shotgun. He was in the military and due to be stationedin Texas in preparation for duty in Korea. So we wanted to get married beforehe went on tour.)

Even after all this time, he's still my best friend (like Cassie and Dakota arein their story). I've grown to love him more and more over the years. He knowsme better than myself. Sometimes that's not good, but most times I am gratefulfor it—keeps me from getting in trouble. He's seen me at my worst and my best.We're each other's biggest fans and staunchest supporters—though after readinga couple of my stories he's mentioned he wonders about where my mind goes, andI wonder how he can do marathons and iron-distance triathlons. We read eachother's minds a lot and have weirded out our friends when we do it around them.We laugh at the same stuff and have close viewpoints on the world around us.Don't get me wrong, we aren't tied at the hip and we still have our 'differences'and 'discussions.' But we know how to be on our own, continue to pursueseparate interests to keep our sense of self and to communicate so 'discussions'don't blow up into WW3 arguments. It's just a matter of trust, of love and ofbeing friends. And just as that is in real life, it's also reflected in myfiction.

Thanks for stopping by!
C.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Fae Dreams

2011-10-02T07:00:00.000-04:00

This six is from a new short that I just finished. Gracelan has just met the mysterious stranger who dwells on her land. Only to have him steal her breath away with a kiss.

At that very second, I felt every indentation ofhis sensuous mouth. He stole my breath away in that moment. It let me have ataste of him and left me begging for more. My entire body turned to jelly.Lorian cupped my face gently barely touching my skin. He swiped his tongueacross my bottom and then pulled away.

Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: Three Fur All

2011-09-25T07:00:00.000-04:00

This is a snippet to my current WIP. October has escaped from her werewolf captor and he is on her heals. He won't let her go. Enjoy!
Fear stopped her in her tracks. The wolf barredits teeth, showing long curved fangs that were stained with blood. In betweensome of the teeth she could see the strings of flesh from its last meal. It wascompletely black with shinning yellow eyes. Its lips pulled back to show moreof its teeth and she got the impression that it was smiling at her. Either way ifshe didn’t get away from him now, then she never would.

Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: Death's Dance

2011-09-18T07:00:00.004-04:00

Here is a short tidbit to my latest work in progress. It's my first horror novel in a while. Setting the scene, Kerstin is a psychic who has been haunted by one entity for years that appears in her dreams. Now it seems he has stepped out of them. Enjoy!

He was close enough I could make out the folds in his cloak, see the tears in the fabric of his hood. It seemed someone had raked their claws through the black cloth and left it to hang in tatters around his form. He reached out to me, getting ready to touch my hand. Time slowed as he approached and the fog in the mirror thickened. I tugged on my hand again, but it didn't come. Everything in me had assumed that his hand would be skeletal, but it wasn't

Guest Post: Anastasia Rabiyah- In The Willow Woods-Oikoni Stone

2011-09-16T09:00:00.000-04:00

My latest release is actually a re-release of the first erotic romance I ever wrote. It's a story about a young native man who falls for a woman who is not the same as him and doesn't belong to his tribe. He goes against his father's wishes and tradition to meet the woman. Once he's in her village though, he's soon captured and held against his will by the young woman's cruel master.

In the Willow Woods weaves together magic and romance, blending in a lot of historical tidbits from cultures around the world. It is loosely based in a Viking era, but the underlying magic in the story gives it something unique. It's a coming of age romance that is sweet despite its eroticism. I hope readers will enjoy Nainie and Tiir's love story this second time around.

My inspiration for writing this story came from watching a lot of documentaries on native people. Culture, especially when it is people who live close to the land and do not rely on modern day conveniences, has always fascinated me. It's the simplicity of the hard work, the day to day struggle to survive and the appreciation of life each day that I find endearing. It is something those of us in modern day entrapments can still relate to. Things go wrong, and we can either accept that and keep at it, or give up. Despite the trials and failures thrown in the paths of the hero and heroine in this story, they both continue to push on and make the best of what they have.

In the process, they find love and friendship, family, a home they build themselves, and a future full of possibilities. In the Willow Woods is as timeless as a romance today.

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Step into the magic of the Willow Woods where Nainie, the son of a dryad and a shadow spirit, has come of age to take a wife. He longs for the woman in white who lives across the river, but venturing beyond his clan’s boundaries is forbidden...and dangerous.

Even before their first kiss, Nainie knows Tiir is the only woman for him. The ripples in the river move toward her rather than away. Her eyes are like the lake when the noonday sun touches the water’s surface, blue and placid, bespeaking another place far from the stone city where she resides. She is different, but he feels she is the same as him—one who stands apart from those of her clan.

They come from different worlds—his, a wilderness life of magic, promiscuity, and cultural hierarchy—hers, a mysterious stone walled village he is not allowed to enter. After gathering his courage, he crosses the wall and finds himself in a cold, ordered world of slavery to a cruel master. Ensnared in her master’s hold and unable to get word to Tiir that he is being held captive, Nainie must rely on the kindness of strangers to plan his escape and find her again.

Excerpt:

Nainie crossed his hands in his lap and leaned forward, watching the mysterious woman from his vantage, hidden among the draping branches of a willow. Sea green leaves caressed his bare arms and tickled his back. His thick strands of looping black hair waved in the light breeze, forcing him to brush aside tendrils that fell in his eyes and shrouded his view. He dropped his hand and squinted at her pale brilliance. The woman wore white, a swathe of pale cotton fabric that hugged her curves and covered her so much that it offered her modesty—a rare thing in his clan. Every morning he ran from his village in the willow woods and climbed this same tree, his bare feet gripping the gnarled trunk and his fingers lodging in each available crevice until he reached this same lookout. I wish I knew her name. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

She knelt beside the river, her eyes downcast and her honey-colored hair drifting just as unruly in the breeze as his. The woman pulled the leather strap from her shoulder and dipped her head beneath it in order to retrieve the clay jug balanced on her back. The ripples across the river moved toward her rather than away, a small detail that entranced him.

Nainie puckered his lips in a wind whisper when the side of her fabric wrap fell off her left shoulder, revealing more of her fair skin and the top of her small, round breast. She dipped the jug into the water and waited. The water filled fast. After pulling the jug free, she wiped the lip with delicate fingers. The woman adjusted her clothing, hiding her body, and he pouted at the loss of such a tempting view.

Beyond the white plastered wall, her clan called to her in feminine voices and Nainie sighed, disappointed. She would go, as she always did, and he’d not see her until the following morning.

He swung his bare feet in mid-air, waiting for her to hurry along the stone-lined path. Her clan is unusual, he decided. People should live in the open, not behind rocks.
When she disappeared beyond the high berry bushes, he slid forward and dropped to the ground, landing with ease on the thick blanket of leaves covering the willow wood floor. The tassels on the edges of his loincloth tickled his legs. He glanced over his shoulder. The stone path the woman took wound away from the river’s edge, and he could see the smooth prints her sandaled feet left behind. “Strange,” he whispered. “If I separated my skin from the earth, how would I know what lay beneath me?”

He shrugged and ran his hand through his hair. “Tomorrow,” he said to the breeze. He knew he wouldn’t approach the woman. The thought always dwindled and vanished when he returned home to his own clan. He twisted his arms, stretching his waist before he burst into a steady run.

Willow branches whipped past him like leaf-crusted snakes. He dodged them, his bare feet soundless over the ground. Chasing his shadow all the way home came as second nature just as his ability to blend with and become a creature of shadows. Nainie was not like the others in his clan; he couldn’t shift into the shape of trees although he could hear their voices on the winds. He longed to find a woman like him, one who stood apart as he did.

Soon he smelled the single fire in the bointpit. He slowed and inhaled the scents of his clan, tanned leathers, roasting meat, and the sweet perfume of the maidens who wove jaiga flowers into their hair. Nainie stopped at the edge of the village.

Three longhouses made of wood and mud mixed with fallen leaves stood around the bointpit. In time, he knew he would stand there and take his first wife. He blushed at the thought and wondered who his father would choose. I want the river girl, he thought. His body burned at the thought of her. He clenched his fists and frowned. What would it be like to taste her lips? To touch her skin?

Guest Post: Elise Hepner- Roped Emotions

2011-09-14T09:00:00.003-04:00

One of my main issues with fantasy and sci-fi romance is that it requires magical world building skills that some guy with a wand gave out and I was absent that day because I was playing with a sorting hat. I just don’t have the kick ass skills or the patience to bring a whole entire alternative universe to life anytime soon unless someone puts a gun to my head. Anyway, if that’s the case I wouldn’t be able to write a thing so whoever was holding said gun to my head would be awfully disappointed.

So, bottom line, I can read alternate universes with no problem but writing them is a different matter all together. That is, until I realized, I’ve been writing alternate universes all along. And no—it wasn’t because I was secretly going back in time through my dreams ala The Winter Sea (which I’m currently reading and loving)—it’s because the majority of my submissions in the past few months have a fairytale slant or a fairytale redux, if you will.

These novella’s and novels are all set in different worlds—not all of them contemporary—but because I had my nice little security blanket of working off a base story my world building was actually quite fun. For some reason it’s quite different to carve out your own world from a base world that’s all ready been erected by a previous story. To me it seems safer or like I’m dabbling but there aren’t gobs of pressure to make sure every alternate reaction has a reason, a ramification, or a bible of separate characters. It would all hurt my head after a time.

Take my novella Roped Emotions for instance, I knew the score going into writing it. My Rapunzel was trapped in the castle before the prince had “come to her rescue” with little more to do than learn her mother’s rules of conduct and the basic commandments of fears that kept her in the tower. See that little tweak there? That’s world building and I didn’t even have to introduce an alien race with reasons for existing or figure out what kind of secret, twisted grudge my heroine has with another planet. Because my Rapunzel has a grudge with herself—knowing the realities of stepping out of a tower with ever-growing magical hair—not going to bring about a happily ever after.

Not in this world.

So, being progressive and horny as all get out, my Rapunzel takes it upon herself to get back at her mother for keeping her locked up with rules and regulations that she can now see some truth to. When her persuasive orders to get away from her tower are ignored by the handsome Prince Samuel as he climbs through her window, she seizes the moment. It’s all sexy goodness, falling in love, and the world inside her head that she must do battle against from there. My fairytale story the heroine doesn’t need to be saved by a hero with an ego to stroke. Oh no, she needs to be saved from the harsh realities of her thoughts and her situations—where does she fit in and how will her life get any better? Inside her mind, her thoughts are the only other world she’s ever known.

World building is pretty magical, huh? Baby steps.

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Blurb:

Rapunzel is trapped by the harsh, inescapable reality of her prison, so she builds vivid sexual fantasies where she has full control and no one can take it away. If nothing else, at least she has command over her thoughts.

When Prince Samuel climbs into her tower it’s a small, satisfying excuse to break the rules—until his gentle touch coaxes out her trust. But it’s not enough. No longer can she keep her dark, sexual secrets inside. Rapunzel yearns for rough, passionate sex—a way to unlock her sensual freedom for good.

Vulnerable but unable to turn back, Rapunzel leads Prince Samuel on an intimate journey to define their sexual limits while twisting their definitions of control forever.

Excerpt:

“What in Christ’s name…”

I must be hearing echoes from the town nearby, where Mother sells her herbs and braided goods. No one ventures this far toward my tower because Mother’s gone to great lengths to see that they don’t—bear traps are her new favorite method of discouragement. Once one life is claimed, I imagine word spreads fairly quickly to stay away from the area. Why then are there hoof beats that make my head pulse with a slight pain?

There’s no understandable excuse I can delude myself with any longer. Before I can focus on the consequences, I swing my head out the window into the oppressive, humid summer air. Just the very top of his head is visible, his hair brushing past his cheekbones, glowing from the sunshine and shot through with gold. Never have I seen a color so close to my own before—not that I see many people.

For a few moments I can’t quite come to terms with his presence and it’s not for a lack of staring that my pulse inevitably echoes inside my head like an overbeaten drum. This is my chance. Mother won’t be back for quite some time with her wares. He’s circling the tower, slouched over a horse who looks a bit like a nag. Certainly not a proper horse for a man with such fine clothes in gorgeous colors and sumptuous fabrics.

There’s no going back from this moment. It’s a certainty that makes my teeth chatter in a wash of cold fear, despite the heat, and my hands clasp around my middle as I try to hold myself together. He hasn’t looked up yet, more intent on studying the free-standing structure than noticing my shadow plastered across the grass. My mind is desperately working out what I’ll cry out to him. Even as my throat closes with an infusion of happiness that makes me rock on my feet.

“Excuse me?” A tentative question I’m not sure he will hear because it can’t be any louder than a frightened whisper. “Sir, you’re really not supposed to be here.”

Somehow, I’ve managed to make this part louder because he glances up—and his slack-jawed expression is a blow to my chest. He possesses the most gorgeous cobalt blue eyes. Underneath my ribs, the pain grows until taking a full breath is hard. Mother is right, he hasn’t even overcome his shock as my heavy plait of hair rests down the stone side of my prison. He’s not to be trusted.

What am I thinking? He won’t even come near me to aid my escape and his eyes are swamped in confusion—and there’s a flash of unreadable emotion that I refuse to question. He must leave here now and I must somehow convince him to bring no one back with him. I won’t be paraded around for anyone’s amusement. This man has made a mistake coming here.

Yet, there’s still a part of me that grips the windowsill until my palms are numb and that clings to the hope that he will at least acknowledge me. So long since I’ve had any kind of normal conversation. One that didn’t revolve around my hair, my rules or my mother’s day. Won’t he say anything? I’m as trapped by his thick silence as I am by the beauty of his face.

“Please, you must go and tell no one about what you’ve seen. You shouldn’t have ignored the traps. They are there for a reason.”

I don’t know how I’ve gotten that all out because my main focus lies on the foreign stirrings of heat in my cheeks as the pulsing sensation twists lower in my abdomen. What is happening to me? With a certainty that surprises me, I find myself clenching my thighs together, only to have the subtle touch of flesh-on-flesh be more than I can bear. He has yet to take his gaze from mine and a shudder slips up my spine.

“How long have you been here?” His voice carries the strain I hold back and I’m slightly put at ease that at least we are on similar ground. “Who did this to you?”

“For a man who is about to leave, I don’t believe it matters.”

The words barely tumble out of my mouth before I clamp my hand over my lips. I hadn’t meant to be so harsh and instantly regret it. He is so handsome—and these sudden urges, they are overwhelming and confusing to the point where I wish to completely remove the problem. My lips part in an apology and I watch a jovial grin span from ear to ear as he laughs at me until I can’t hear anything but the frantic beat of my heart.

Who is this man? Now he stares at me with a playfulness that washes a wave of goose bumps across my flesh. He doesn’t seem offended, merely amused at my suggestion that he leave. To further that fact, he quickly dismounts and ties his horse to a nearby tree branch. While I can only stare at the way his tight riding boots and breeches hug his muscular body from his calves all the way up to his perfectly rounded buttocks.

Though I’d learned of desire from my mother—and all its wicked principles—I never expected it to rear its head in my lonely, simple world.

However, now my life spirals out of control quickly enough that I tilt back against the wall to my left and watch with trembling hands. This mysterious man climbs the wall of my tower as if it had been built to be climbed so easily—without any aid from my hair. One strong, sun-kissed hand and booted foot at a time. When he offers up his hand to me to pull him over the side, what choice do I have? Even a man that strong would eventually grow tired and plummet to his death—and I want him tucked close to my body, not on the ground.

“I was beginning to wonder what it took to get some assistance.”

He softly grunts and clasps my hand hard enough that I gasp as I shift my weight to pull him over the side. Muscles I didn’t know existed inside me burn with sharp pain from disuse because of my isolation. His touch radiates heat all along my arm. If it wasn’t for his precarious situation, I would fight to pull away on instinct—but as it is, he manages to throw himself into my home with as much grace as a charging boar—and he trips, falling on top of me and sending us to the hard, stone floor.

His surprisingly soft hand brushes the hair out of my face and lingers, gently stroking, down my cheek. Should I be frightened? Probably. At the moment I can’t bear the thought that my first sincerely gentle touch from a man would be anything but special. His sharp leather scent surrounds my tingling skin.

“Isn’t this a day for surprises?” His gaze cuts through all the fear inside me and his mouth holds the subtle curve of a half smile. “I should move myself off you, this isn’t proper at all when we’ve barely been introduced.”

Yet he doesn’t move an inch.

A realization whips through my mind and would have left me on the floor if I wasn’t already pinned there by a gorgeous man who touches me with such reverence I might weep. When will this happen again? After this twisted, meandering path of fate, there is no doubt I will be alone again—and I want a loving memory to cling to at night when my old fears tighten my chest until I can’t breathe. This is a choice I can make for myself. And I won’t live the rest of my ordinary, sheltered life not knowing true passion when it burns across my skin.

“They call me Rapunzel.”

“Samuel.”

His inviting smile lights up my whole world.

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Jerry and the Portal Part 2: The Continuing Saga of the Coffin in my Dining Room

2011-09-12T10:13:00.000-04:00

I do apologize to everyone for not posting last week, but I decided to go into the other realm and search for Bob, the butler. Time runs differently there so even though I had been there for a couple of days I realized a whole week had passed. Sorry about that.

So I think my owner was telling you about the moment that Bob got sucked into the portal to the other world and the Living Dead Dolls were worshipping said portal. Granted the portal was in the middle of my wooden interior, but someone, I was able to have an out of coffin experience and slipped into the other world.

During my trip, I noticed the other world made me into a coffin that had arms and legs so it was easier to walk around and not hobble the way I normally do. It was a nice feeling to have legs and arms. If only there were some female coffins around to keep me company boy would I have loved to feel their wood. They have such great curves.

Sorry getting off track, but thinking about them gets my wood hard. Anyway the landscape around me was barren, a dessert with flat nothing except two silver poles shaped like tuning forks. There was no one around so I worked my way over to the poles and right before I got there, a tall man dressed in a black suit stepped out holding a silver ball in his hand. He had white hair and a stern expression on his face. The splinters in my coffin wood froze in fear. I knew who this guy was. All the coffins in the world did. He was our worst nightmare. He and his minions would crack my brethren open and steal the people who were inside of us for his insidious plans. Then out stepped Bob dressed the same way.

The tall man was trying to convery the butler into being one of him servants. I couldn't have that. The man pointed at me and sent the ball flying at me. I used my lid and whacked it back at him. The silver ball, his instrument of death, hit in smack in the head and sent him flying into the portal behind him.

Bob seemed to rouse from the stupor he was in. I grabbed his green skinned hand and jerked him. I landed hard on my back and Bob fell through my interior. The air was sucked around us and the next thing I knew we were both back in my owner's house and the portal was closed. Bob was still in shock so he went back to his place behind the televesion set. The Living Dead Dolls had returned to normal, and climbed back inside of me to rest. I knew it was a close call, but I'm still on high alert.

I might have rescued Bob from the tall man, but he still lingers. I can feel the tingling of my insides when I think the portal might reopen again. But for now I am vigilent. I have to find someway to tell my owner that she might come home one day and find a tall man in her house and that all her Living Dead Dolls have become his servants. But they are already a little messed up sinc they enjoy the taste of human flesh. But what can you do? They're dead.

Purple Sword Sept. Blog Party- A Little Peek at Her Guardian's Heart

2011-09-01T14:00:00.003-04:00

My most recent release with Purple Sword is Her Guardian’s Heart. It is a M/M/M/F about a woman who has been shunned from her family and driven into the arms of two unlikely mates. It is filled with adventure and sexy men who want to fulfill the every desire of their beloved mates until danger comes calling and they have to fight for her soul. Until her family comes calling and tries to bring her back to her coven. From there all hell breaks loose.

The inspiration for the book came from a dream actually. I saw one of the most important scenes in the book while I was dreaming. The two main love interests were fighting Melina’s family. The image was so clear in my head that I started building a story behind that where the vampire and the werewolf are protecting the heroine. In my dream, both of the heroes died but of course that doesn’t happen in my book. After that an angel entered my dream and was interacting the heroine and well things just went from there. I built a while world where I wasn’t expecting to do what I did and it was like worlds collided.

I never know what is going to happen with the characters once they take on a life of their own. This book took me by surprise because the last scene in the book was not expected with everyone pilling into the bed. Although it was fun and wants to make me dive into their world and see if other Guardian stories will arise because I know there are a few more devils who might want to try and escape from Hell. And we all gotta love sexy men with wings.

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Jerry, Bob, and the Portal: The Continuing Saga of the Coffin in My Dining Room

2011-08-29T11:05:00.000-04:00

It's kinda hard to believe that I'm making friends with the Jerry, the coffin in my dining room. The more we sit and talk, the more I discover what an interesting guy he really is. Sure, he's made of wood and normally filled with Living Dead Dolls, but sometimes they scatter and something else fills his wooden interior. It just so happens that Jerry was telling me about one incident where he and Bob, the Halloween mechanical butler behind our television set, got involved with. Here is what happen....

Jerry was having an okay day. The Living Dead Dolls were finally getting along and, after eating the deliveryman from the week before, their appetite for human flesh was satisfied. At least for now. They had scattered from their mini coffins. One of them sat on top of him pretending to ride him like a horse. He didn't mind because it was always nice to have company.

"What in the hell is going on?"

Jerry glanced over and saw Bob, the butler, standing in the dining room. His top hat was askew and his skin a darker share of green than it normally was. His black jacket was dusty from neglect, but Jerry had heard the owner complain that Bob wasn't a very good butler anyway because the bookshelves never got dusted.

"Nothing is going on." Jerry said. "The Dolls are just having fun."

"You always have all the fun," Bob grumbled.

Jerry was going to answer him when he felt his wooden walls shaking. There was a cold heat growing in the center of his interior. The LLD on top of him hissed and jumped down to the floor. It backed against the purple dining room wall with the others all brandishing weapons. Jerry felt like he was going to explode. He was getting fuller and fuller. He was trapped and couldn't move.

"What is it? What's happening to me?" he cried to Bob.

Bob stepped forward, drawn closer. "There's a swirling blue light coming from inside of you, Jerry. What is going on now?"

"I don't know. Make it stop. Close my lid. Close my lid."

But Bob remained where he was, an evil grin appearing on his face. Poor Jerry was panicking and couldn't see what was happening in his interior. It just felt like he was being froze and that his insides were being scooped out with a steak knife poking at him one small splinter at a time. The LDDs had dropped their weapons and were now slowly advancing on him. Before Jerry could warn them, a deep male voice bellowed from his insides.

"I am Hermak. All must bow before me or meet their doom!"

Bob shook his head. "Nice trick, Jerry. Now shut your lid and quit clowning around."

"This isn't a joke, Bob. I'd do what it says or else."

"Or else what?"

A large white hand shot through Jerry's middle, grabbed Bob around the waist, and pulled him through the portal that had appeared in Jerry's wooden interior. Jerry still couldn't move and wondered where the portal went and if Bob was going to be okay. The butler might have been an ass sometimes, but he was a friend. Before Jerry could do anything else, he felt another rumbling deep inside him. Filled with fright, he fainted as gracefully as coffins do and leaned against the wall...

So that was all I was able to get out of Jerry this week. His poor hinges were chattering while he told me. Bob is still missing and the Living Dead Dolls are acting peculiar, but that's nothing new.

Jerry wanted me to tell you that he is playing with twitter to see what it is all about. He just hopes that the bird doesn't peck away at him. If you want to follow him please do @jerrythecoffin. Please bear with him since he doesn't have hands it takes him a while.

Stay tuned next week to see if Bob returns and where the portal leads.

Jerry and the Delivery Man: The Continuing Saga of the Coffin in My Dining Room

2011-08-22T10:54:00.000-04:00

Strangely enough, the coffin in my dining room has become something of a character in my mind. I'm not one to give life to many inanimate objects, but hey why not. So here is the continuing saga of the coffin in my dining room. He has become quite comfortable in imparting his stories to me of what happens in the house while I'm not around. So if you're in for an adventure, please read on.

Jerry, the name my coffin has taken to calling himself these days, I think he's heard one too many trailers for the new Fright Night movie myself, stands alone in the dining room longing to have company. Even with the addition of a new Living Dead Doll, he wasn't happy with this arrangement. Evidently the new doll isn't getting along with the other dolls. Jerry assumes it has something to do with her green skin, but the other dolls aren't talking to him either. So this makes him lonely.

One day while the owners of the house were out and he was left staring at the border collie/lab mix trying to tell her to sit, someone knocked on the door. He jumped sending the mini-coffins inside of him flying across the room until they hit the wall. The sudden shrieks of the plastic dolls didn't faze him. Instead, he thumped through the dining room and into the living room. He heard the voice of someone on the other side of the front door, and prayed that person would come in.

The dogs barked around him probably frightening whoever was on the other side of the door. Praying with all his might to be able to open the door, somehow the gods of wood heard his prayer and the door swung open. Jerry backed away from the door and let the delivery man into the house.

The human looked familiar but he wasn't sure where he had seen him before. Maybe the owner of the house had had him inside the dining room before. He was carrying a box holding something, books, Jerry assumed for the owner of the house.

"Hello. Anyone home?" the delivery man called.

The dogs had continued to bark, but Jerry was blocking their way. The human grew paler by the second because he realized that no one was inside the house. Jerry leaned forward and his door swung open.

"Helloo....." Jerry's voice came from inside. He'd been holding his breath for so long he wasn't sure that he would be able to talk any

"I have a package for you."

Jerry tried to talk again, but nothing else came from the bowels of his interior. Angry and saddened by this he tried desperately to communicate again with the delivery man. When he moved, the human jumped and dropped his package.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked.

Jerry's door opened wider, inviting the delivery man to come into the confines of his hardwood interior. A scream let loose from them man's lips and he fell back against the wall hard. A splotch of red marred the beige paint of the living room walls and the delivery man began to slip down the wall. Jerry was disappointed. He hadn't wanted to scare the poor man to death. He just wanted some company. The dogs sniffed the now dead man and then backed away as the Living Dead Dolls marched into the room being called by the scent of fresh blood.

Those blood thirsty cretins can't have him yet. I have to show the owner of the house that I was good and that she had a package. At least until then, the body will be preserved. Jerry surrounded the delivery man and blocked his body from the dolls.

They stared at him. "Hungry."

"No eating. Not until the owner returns. Help me get him inside of me." Jerry told the dolls.

The dolls cried out, but they didn't argue with him because he provided them shelter and a warm place to sleep where they were all together. Jerry wobbled back into the dining room and resumed his place against the wall. The Living Dead Dolls carried the body and propped him up inside Jerry's wooden walls. They even set the package in his hands again. Jerry felt a deep sense of satisfaction for having a body inside of him because that was what he had been constructed for.

Content for now, he drifted off into a light sleep. Soon the was roused from his slumber by the barking dogs. Wooden floor boards creaked. The owner of the house was home. Knowing she would be proud of him, he yawned open his door to show her the surprise inside. A scream filled the room.

Jerry knew she would come around soon and be pleased he had preserved the delivery man. Besides, it wasn't like she had to get rid of the body. The dolls would do that for her.

Tune in next week to see what hi jinx Jerry gets himself into.

The beginning life of the coffin in my dining room

2011-08-15T21:16:00.000-04:00

It occurred to me that I have a coffin in my dining room. It's been there for a few months now gathering dust and looking pretty while being filled with my Living Dead Dolls. But there are so many uses for it. So I figured I'll share a few of those ideas and see where they lead me. I mean how many people can boast they have an actual coffin in their dining room? It's nothing elaborate, a six foot, black painted pieces of wood that were going to be either thrown out or chopped into firewood if we didn't take it.

The poor coffin would have been lonely if we hadn't taken it into our house and given it a home. I admire it every day. My husband even agreed that it should be a permanent part of the decor. While it lay on the floor for a few weeks waiting to get its finally purpose out of its coffin life, it was filled with old Halloween decorations crying out for their owner to reclaim them. Once that happened, it was left parked in the middle of dining room,longing for the days when someone would pop out of it again and scare little children, doing the purpose for which it was built. Oh where was the warm body who filled its wooden walls? Where were the terrified screams of those who walked by it during the frightful night? The house it now lived in was quiet and filled only with the sound of barking dogs.

The poor coffin longed for its heyday. The new owner finally sat it on its right end and creaked open the door so its intimate interiors was exposed to all the world. Soon the owner stocked it with smaller coffins that plastic dolls laid in. Those dolls whispered within their own darkened death boxes and they wanted to be released from their prisons.

For months, those dolls plotted their revenge. They murmured their plan to the coffin, asking it to keep it quiet. The coffin wasn't going to tell because it yearned for the same thing. Freedom. The coffin watched one night as the dolls slowly pushed the plastic covers from their coffins and jumped from within its wooden walls. The owner was home alone while her husband worked. The dolls' plastic joints groaned in the night while they advanced on the sleeping woman. The dogs didn't awake, but the woman's screams filled the house as the dolls enacted their dastardly plan. One of them wandered back into the dining room with a bloody mouth, carrying the woman's big toe. The Living Dead zombie doll smiled, showing it's bloody teeth. It pulled the nail from the toe and then laid it at the bottom of the coffin as an offering. The coffin opened its door a little wider, satisfied that it was finally being taken care of.

Tune in next week to see what else happens to the coffin in my dining room.

Cons and Coffins

2011-07-25T12:50:00.000-04:00

So this weekend I traveled to Louisville, KY to head to FandomFest and hang out with some really cool authors and other authors that I didn't know. It's always great to hit conventions and meet people that you don't know especially for me because, I am shy and it gets me out of my comfort zone. Of course I'm not the best at self promoting. Although it seems the chocolate penises I made for the erotica panels were a big hit. Unfortunately the ones I had left well went limp from the heat so I had to chuck them when I got home.

The only thing that stunk was that the vending area I was in had no AC and very little air flow so it was hot. Very hot. Enough to melt the chocolate penises.

After a seven hour drive home last night, I finally got in about 11:30 last night. Hubby is away visiting family in Mass but we have a house guest who is staying with us who watched the dogs. Of course they were happy to see me. The lizards, well I think they were happy to get fed. Had to fight my way through intermeintent thunder storms in the mountains on the drive home, but safe and sound. Now if i could only park in front of my house. That's another long story.

Overall, glad to be back. Had a fun experience hanging out with other authors and meeting new people. Today I've worked some for the day job and cleaned the house. Now to try and get the dog hair out of the coffin.

Fandom Fest July 22-24

2011-07-20T11:44:00.000-04:00

Come one. Come all. FandomFest is the weekend with a lineup of awesome people.
This weekend in Louisville, KY is a great convention with guests such as Linda Blair, John, Carpenter, and Edward Furlong. Included in these are some wonderful authors such as myself, Siobhan Kinkade, Stephen Zimmer, and many other people.

Today I am packing. Monday and Tuesday I spent the day making adult chocolates for the afterhours parties. LOL. Tomorrow I’ll start early in the morning and head out for a seven hour drive. Hopefully I’ can be swift as the wind, dodge any cops who are laying in wait and fly right past them so they don’t pull me over.

Books are all packed. Everything I need to go so for now I’m waiting for the laundry to dry and while I’m waiting for that to happen, I’m working on a new book. Well three actually. A new fairy one. A multiple partner one and something I’m not sure of. It does involve Death though. Still in the first chapter of it, but I don’t think it will be an erotic one. Something along the lines of horror.
Looking forward to this weekend to hang out with some friends I don’t get to see much and meet some new authors. Meeting with people too. Hubby not coming with me though. He’s heading back to Mass for some stuff. So I guess I can cut loose. Oh well. We’ll see.

Hope to see everyone there. I'll be posting through the con too.

Coming Soon: Falling - Soul Reaper Series

2011-07-04T15:07:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone, Falling is going to be re-released on Wend with Purple Sword. Check out this sneak peak of what is to come.

BLURB:

Brenna thought being a vampire was difficult, but becoming an angel is even harder. Her desires run hot and cold. Everything she knows is falling down around her while she yearns for her soul mate.

Azrael forces himself to dismiss Brenna's forlorn cries. To go to her would ignite an angelic war. To make matters worse, a dark force is rising from the bowels hell and the devil has his eye on one thing. Ruling over everything and creating a paradise for his demons.

In order to learn her new powers and save the world, Brenna must travel to the outer reaches of the galaxy and confront her inner demons. Will the world be saved? Will Brenna face the darkest evil of all? Or will the whole of humanity be damned for all time?

Excerpt:

I emerged from the shadows and found Zhen feeding on a mortal she’d tied next to her bed. She sucked greedily on his neck, but he was lost in the haze of her mind. The sight held me transfixed for a second. Then I turned away, waiting for her to finish before the sight roused my buried desires.

“You took your time getting here.” She wiped her mouth. “I didn’t think you’d come. You never did when I needed you.”

The contempt in her voice was harsh. She still resented me for abandoning her ages ago.

“Why did you summon me?”

She stepped close and stared into my eyes. I tried to find some of the human girl I’d helped still inside her, but none remained. Centuries had transformed her into the hardened thing she was. Zhen motioned me over to a torn-up couch, where an old quilt was thrown haphazardly over the seat. Anger burned in me. The wound in my hand began to sleep. Even Michael’s wound on my cheek throbbed from my body repairing the damage.

“An old quilt? Sharika?”

“No, Azrael.” Sharika moved a portion of the blanket back and revealed a wizened and yellowed corpse. Its teeth stood out against thin, drawn lips. The skin was dry and sunk to the bone. The muscle and tissue had slowly begun to decompose. Wisps of hair clung to the head. It reminded me of a thousand-year-old mummy.

“It’s a corpse. Is its soul trapped? I don’t feel one. What’s the fuss?”

Sharika traced her finger over the corpse’s face. Her expression betrayed a deep sense of loss. Tears laced her eyes when she met my gaze. “Master.” She hadn’t called me that in eons. Whoever this corpse was, it meant something important to her.

I wiped a tear from her cheek and wrapped my wing around her for comfort. It helped a little. I checked back on the corpse and caught the faint movement of its eyelids. The mummy was still alive. The more I stared, the more its features came to life in my mind. I ran my hand over the body, settling above its—her—heart. Her aura, the energy field that kept her body going, had dwindled down to nothing. I could barely feel Brenna’s soul. It was as if she’d taken herself out of existence.

“How?”

Zhen shook her head. “She’s been calling for you. She thought you abandoned her. When you didn’t answer, her grief ate away at her soul. Last week, she came to me and asked me about going to ground. She practically shut down here. I found her two days ago in a field. I’ve never known the effects of hibernation to be this bad. Not even after my thousand-year sleep. My blood didn’t rouse her. She needs you, Azrael.

“I know why you keep her away,” Zhen continued, “but she’s so fragile, still so human. After all she’s been through and what she’s becoming, you discarded her. After you turned me, at least I had an idea of what I could do. You have to help her.”

“Tell your nest to leave. All of them. I can’t have them pressing on my consciousness.”

She didn’t say anything, but I felt her mental command echo through the walls. Zhen would do as I ordered in this case. I was still her Master, even though that part of me had been pushed behind walls long ago.

I peeled the quilt back slowly and examined Brenna more carefully.I damned myself for not answering Brenna, for turning her away. I placed my hand on her chest and closed my eyes, trying to find the void where she’d sent herself. I sensed a faint trace of her, far away in a dark emptiness. Nothing existed there. I wound my power around her and began to pull her back. But each time I grew close to her, she’d pull away again, drifting back to oblivion.

I tried several times and finally gave up.

I knelt next to Brenna and watched her body slowly disintegrating. Never before had I seen a hibernating vampire in this condition. My love was dying and avoiding my reach. I was Death, but somehow she’d accessed her powers and drifted away from me. Zhen was correct. Brenna was more human than I’d ever imagined. On the verge of losing her, I realized what the Source had meant when she’d said my emotions could justify a war. I loved Brenna. It was that simple. I needed her for balance to help remember what I had been.

All vampires were hungry when they woke from hibernation. I bit into my wrist and had to force Brenna’s mouth open, since it was locked shut. I held the wound over her lips so blood slid down her throat. For a long time, nothing changed. My incision kept healing over. I reopened the wound six times, always going deeper to get more blood. The loss of fluid didn’t bother me. At last, I saw an inkling of her throat swallowing. I heard the creak and crack of bone moving. Mummified hands wrapped around my wrist with a strength I hadn’t expected. Razor nails enclosed my flesh and sliced the veins. A paper-thin tongue lapped at the wound. It kept going, and there was no sign of Brenna.

The sucking stopped. Brenna’s hand released mine. She had drained me dry. My hunger burned in me, fiercer then I remembered. My teeth slipped out of my gums, and I smelled the human next to Zhen’s bed. I wanted to break Brenna’s hold and go feed from him, but if I did so, I would snap her flesh. She was almost restored; yet her soul still lingered outside of my grasp. I stared at the human. He would ease my pain, but I bit down and forced the vampire in me back. I was an angel. I didn’t need blood, didn’t need to kill. I kept repeating that truth, and it seemed to help. My hunger receded to a dull ache. My teeth retracted, and I was all right again. Then Brenna moved.

Hope you liked this look into Falling. The Apocalypse is coming and Azrael and Brenna must come together once and for all to beat back the Devil and hopefully accept the love they have for one another.

Sneak Peek of House of Moon Dark - Dark Fantasy

2011-06-19T19:42:00.000-04:00

Hey Everyone,

I wanted to share a sneak peek of House of Moon Dark which is coming out on Wednesday from Purple Sword. It is a Dark Fantasy Romance.

Blurb:

Jan has spent her life among books until one night everything changes. She's dragged into the realm of fairy only to discover there are assassins after her because she is the next heir to the throne. She comes to trust her guide in the fey world, Corin.

As Jan learns more about her heritage, her affection for Corin grows. Sent on a quest to prove she is the rightful heir, Jan faces her worst enemies. Kidnapped and dragged to the enemy's castle, Jan must figure out a way to escape.

With enemies looming, Jan must look at options at hand. Her heart yearns for one man, but is it for the good of the kingdom? Who will she choose?

Excerpt:

When she walked to the bathroom, the door was open slightly. Steam filled the small space, but what she saw made her blush. Before her was the best toned ass she had ever seen on a guy. Corded muscles ran the length of his legs and his back rippled when he moved. She bit her lip at the naked man in her bathroom. Seeing him confirmed everything was real and her problems weren’t going away.

She licked her lips and felt her cheeks sear from the thoughts of throwing him down on the bed and having him between her legs. He’s sweet looking, but he’s not even my species. I’m not a fairy. There’s no way I can be. I certainly don’t have any wings unless they’ve magically grown out of my ass overnight. Tendrils of wet hair clung to his back. The points of his ears were visible and elicited a tingling sensation between her legs. The longer she stared at him the more she wanted to feel him inside of her. Jan couldn’t explain the attraction she had toward him, but it was certainly something there. Watching him, her mind immediately thrust them to her bedroom. He placed kisses all along her body. She could feel the softness of his lips. His fingers trailed over her body, cupping her breasts. He squeezed her nipples until she cried out. She stroked his cock until Corin was hard. He parted her thighs and then slowly delved into her pussy. Jan clenched the doorway feeling him pushing inside of her. She drew in a labored breath to try and keep from fainting to the floor because her knees were weak. But the harder she gripped the quicker he pushed inside of her. The muscles clenched in her stomach.

Corin bent lower and whispered in her ear. “Princess, I want you.”

His hot breath blasted against her ear and the pleasure it culled in her nearly made her weep. It encompassed her soul. Before she could answer, he thrust into her one last time and came. The ecstasy washed over her and she was released from her vision.

When she blinked again, Jan realized she was still in the doorway. Corin had turned around and was now facing her completely naked. He didn’t seem ashamed. Her eyes moved down his well formed chest. His nipples were pale pink and pert from the cool air. The desire to wrap her tongue around those pert buds overwhelmed her. She took a step forward. Jan placed her hand on his chest and felt those strong muscles. Not being able to help herself, she stood up on tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his. He responded this time and kissed her with a hunger that echoed inside of her. She slid one hand around his neck and conformed her body to his. With the other hand, she cupped his growing erection.

Corin broke the kiss. “We shouldn’t do this.”

Jan kissed a line down his neck. “Why not?”

She came to his check and flicked her tongue over his nipple. Her teeth grazed over it. Her savior moaned. His cock hardened with her touch. Corin slipped his hand under her bathrobe and cupped her breast. He squeezed it until she cried out.

“Because it isn’t something you should be doing. I am but your lowly servant.”

He pulled his hand away. “Forgive me if I have gotten carried away. Do you mind turning around, Princess? Unless you are interested in examining my manhood some more. I can assure you that none have found me lacking in the pleasure department. I appreciate your show of affection, but I am not worthy of it.” Corin’s eyes grew darker than they were last night.

Jan pulled herself away from him reluctantly. Being away from him seemed to create a chasm between her and him. She couldn’t explain it, but embarrassment washed over her. Her cheeks burned. “Ahh…sorry. I forgot for a moment that all of this was real. I’m not really awake yet.”

“I can assure you this is all very real. Your imagination has not taken you to another reality and you are fully awake. And I have no problem being naked before you. I am used to being eye candy, among other things, for the royal maidens. If the events of the previous day were not so important, I would let you finish having your way with me.”

Hope you all like it.

Sneek Peak; My Guardian Cowboy M/M

2011-05-05T11:16:00.000-04:00

Hey guys,

My Guardian Cowboy comes out with Sugar and Spice Press on May 7th. Here is a sneak peak.

BLURB:

Ethan thought his world was perfect until it was shattered. Nursing a broken heart, he meets a mysterious cowboy in a bar. Gabe's sexy lips and broad chest draw Ethan in immediately, but before Ethan can explore his cowboy’s body, he disappears into the night.
Ethan searches for his cowboy under every cowboy hat he sees. Then, by some miracle, Gabe appears back into his life. Drawn to him like no other, Ethan will do anything to hold onto Gabe lest he vanishes again.

EXCERPT:

Ethan took another sip of his coffee. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. Thanks for the coffee and lifting my spirits. By the way, I didn’t catch your name.”

“That’s because I didn’t tell you my name.”

“I’d like to know it.”

The other man leaned back in his chair and stared at Ethan. He took a lemon and squeezed it into his tea. “I’ll leave that till later. Tell me, do you think that today’s events were meant to transpire? From you walking in on your boyfriend with another man, to you ending up at the bar, to us talking together?”

Ethan shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you? After everything that’s happened to me today, I’m not sure what is fated or what isn’t.”

“I believe that things are meant to happen. We make sacrifices. So what’s it going to be? Care to accompany me back to my room? The hotel isn’t far from here.” The cowboy settled his hat back on his head and looked Ethan in the eye. He ran his finger along Ethan’s thumb and back of his hand. The gentle touch aroused Ethan. A chill wound through him that touched his spine and caused the hairs on the back of his head to stand up.

Ethan wasn’t sure what to make of the offer. Sure he’d been propositioned before, but circumstances were different. They had only just met. His heart was torn into thin strips and strung along barbed wire for all to see. The attraction Ethan felt for the man was undeniable. Just thinking about the prospect of fucking this man hardened his cock. But he couldn’t react to the physical impulses scorching his body. He needed time to cool off and get his head on straight once again. The cowboy had been right about one thing. He was his saving grace. He had deterred Ethan from swallowing that beer and he was grateful for that. His timing had been perfect. That enticing smile and kind words had kept him occupied. The cup of coffee, sweet and watery, had sobered him up and he could think straight now. The hurt he’d felt on the discovery in his apartment would never leave him, but he had to be rational. The next step was to go back to the apartment, confront his boyfriend, gather his things, and then move out. His temper frothed underneath the surface, yearning to erupt in a flurry of shouting and flying fists. It would be so easy to resurrect that side of himself. If he dug up the past, then all of his bad habits might return. They were so close now, scratching at the door to be welcomed back. Ethan shook his head. If his anger consumed him, he really would end up back at the bar and drinking himself to oblivion.

The lure of the cowboy’s eyes held him to his seat. His entire being urged him to say yes. He could see them entwined together on a bed, naked and sweating. His cock buried up to his balls in the cowboy’s ass, hearing him panting and begging for more. Ethan’s dick shifted from the fanciful daydream. He gripped his length and readjusted. He shifted in his chair and fiddled with the spoon next to the coffee cup. Another image bombarded his psyche of the cowboy sucking his cock, slowly drawing him into his mouth and twining his tongue around the shaft. It would be a sweet release as he plunged his rod into that succulent mouth. He would thrust into him faster. The cowboy would take him all in and cup his balls, squeezing them ever so much that it was painful. But the passion that it would enflame between them was more than he would be able to bear.

Ethan clenched his fists and pulled his hand away from the man across the table. It took all his willpower to do it. When the contact between them was broken, his mind cleared, although the effect it had on his body remained. He was overheated and needed to jack off to obtain some relief.

He cleared his throat to remain in control because his cock felt like it would explode. No man had ever made him react that way. Ethan took another sip of his coffee and then glanced at the cowboy, studying the hem of his collar. If he looked directly in the eye again, he would lose it. Everything in him tugged at him to look at those green eyes again

Character Interview with Azrael, the Angel of Death. Enter to win a prize.

2011-05-01T01:00:00.002-04:00

This Character Interview is part of a Scavenger Hunt. For an Answer Sheet please email Robyn @ promorobyn@gmail.com

Crymsyn: Today we have with us Azrael, the Soul Reaper, direct from the distant and cold regions of the cosmos. Hello, Azrael, can you tell us how things are with you today?

Azrael: Hello, Crymsyn. It’s nice to been here with you today. Events in the universe are going well these days. Although, it is never easy taking the souls of those who have departed.

Crymsyn: Now tell me exactly what is it that you do? Not many people know you as well as I do.

Azrael: I am the Angel of Death. I ferry the souls of the dead to the Heaven or Hell. Or leave them on Earth. It all depends on what their fate is. I don’t take many of them personally, I have more of my lesser angels do that, but there are certain times when I step in.

Crymsyn: So when exactly do you step in? What makes a soul special that you have to intervene?

Azrael: I step in when the soul has a mark on them. A certain weight that makes them be in balance. It is up to me to bring the soul where they belong. I look into their hearts and see the soul. I have the ability to take and to give life.

Crymsyn: Wow that is some responsibility you have on your shoulders. So can you tell me if there’s anyone special in your life? Or are you going to make all of your loyal fans hanging? Are you an eligible bachelor?

Azrael smiles and shows a little bit of his pearly white teeth. His canines were a little longer than normal. “I find it hard to believe that I have fans. But yes, I have someone special and very close to my heart. Her name is Brenna. She’s a kindred spirit. When I first saw her, I never thought I would find my soul mate in her, but after many trials I saw the error of my ways and begged her forgiveness. Now when I look into her eyes, my soul melts. She was the one who made me realize I had a soul. ”

Crymsyn: It sounds like Brenna is a great woman that set you straight. So tell me, what are your plans now that you’ve stared down the apocalypse and sent the devil back to hell? Putting things right with the world?

Azrael: Now that the end of the world has been averted…Wait how do you know about that? No one is supposed to remember that?

Crymsyn smiles. “Well, there are some things that I know that most people don’t. Like you’re really a vampire. So is Brenna. I know the races of shape shifters that run throughout. And the Storm Riders that control the storms.

Azrael: You know a lot about a lot of things.

Crymsyn: I do. I promise. I’ll keep all of them secret. Well it was nice of you to take time out of your busy schedule to join me today. Thank you for coming. I know where to find you if I need anything.

Azrael grins showing his elongated incisors. He bowed. It was nice speaking with you too. I’ll keep my eye on you.

Crymsyn: I wouldn’t expect anything more.

Question: What is Azrael's soul mate's name?

Email answers to Robyn @ promorobyn@gmail.com

Changes

2011-03-05T17:56:00.000-05:00

Over the past month there have been lots of changes in my life. The end of January, I walked into work and was told I no longer had a job. At the time, hubby wasn't fully back to work yet since he does landscaping.
We were wondering how in the world we were going to deal affording a new roof.

Well I ended up, getting a part time job working from home so I could do much more writing, but it is still in the same profession as my old job. So far so good with it. We were able to work out with our insurance company so we got a new roof and then dryer died. Got a new one of those.

Hubby is finally back to working since the weather is warmer. I'm writing up a storm and the plan for the year is to finish up things. So far so good on that front. House of Moon Dark I started almost two years ago. Now on to the vampire serial killer that have. The goal is to write a book a month, but I strive to do more.

My thoughts these days have been turning back to friends that I was close to in high school and to see how far I've come from them whereas life marches on and some of them I don't hear from any more. We drift apart and our lives change, but they are still in my heart.

When I look back and think about everything I am grateful for all those who have been my friends and helped me with the changes that I've through.

Dragonkin: Out Today with Amira Press

2011-02-04T11:27:00.000-05:00

Out now with Amira Press

Blurb:

Dragons and spellcasters mate for life. The connections they form are beyond the physical. Kestrel had such a bond and lost it. For five hundred years, she had been alone. Then she meets Andrik, the dark, brooding prince. Drawn to him like no other, she isn’t sure how he will react if she confides in him about her sordid history.

Andrik feels the same pull toward Kestrel, but can’t reconcile his past. Torn between his duties and his feelings, he defies the king to tell her the truth. Together they embark on a harrowing quest to save the kingdom and themselves.

Excerpt:
He cupped her cheek. His warm palm felt good. The human contact felt wonderful. She turned her cheek into it and breathed in the deep musk of his skin. The draw she felt between them was irresistible. He pulled her closer until they were inches apart. He wound his fingers through her hair.
“The only way I know how is by touching another person. Talking to them. Letting them in.”
Kestrel nodded. She heard what he said, but it didn’t matter. Her mouth met his, and it was softer than she imagined. Andrik pressed his body to hers. His was hard and tense. The solidness of his muscles reminded her he was real. None of the men she had been with in the past were so dense. And yet he made no other move on her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into the moment. He kissed her lightly and then pulled away. It seemed he was as breathless as she.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry.”
He smiled. “Did you want to?”
“Yes."
“Then you already took the first step back to yourself. Come on. I’m sure you’re tired. I’ll take you back to your room. I made arrangements for better accommodations for you.”
Neither of them moved. “Why are you doing this?”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Then why do I feel this way?”
“What way?”
Kestrel slid her hand along his neck. Her finger shook as it traced the line of his jaw. The fire inside of her wound along her veins, and it seemed she would combust from the inside out. “Like I’m going to burn up. That I see you and want you, but I don’t know you.”
“Haven’t you felt that way with someone else you’re attracted to? It’s the primal instinct of dragons when we want to mate.”
“So my attraction for you is just a mating impulse to fuck you? It isn’t something more?”
He gave her a half-crooked smile. “It could be. Although I was hoping for something else.”
“What was that?”

He kissed her quickly and ran his nose along the side of her neck. His other hand slipped around her waist and settled on the small of her back. His palm was barely on her skin, but heat twisted along her spine. He ran his lips along the side of her throat, following the same line with his tongue. She groaned. When he breathed on the wet trail, she clutched his toned arms. Kestrel squeezed her eyes shut, trying to contain the passions inflaming her.

“Gods, you smell more like us now than before. I first noticed it when you were in my arms in the crypt.” He nipped the side of her throat. She wound her hand into his ebony hair, trailing it through the silky strands.

“I guess it’s that part Cas gave to me. I assume you enjoy it.”
He nibbled her a little harder. “You have no idea. I can sense your desire for me. It tastes like cloves on your skin. I know, in human terms, this is too sudden, this attraction. I shouldn’t want you. Whether it’s the component of you that’s dragon or the piece of me that recognizes that or something else completely different, I have no idea. I want to take this slow with you. I don’t want to scare you. Hurt you. The urge to taste all of you and drink in your warmth is driving me mad.” Andrik captured her lips again and crushed her to him.
His hard erection pressed against her stomach. He ran his tongue across her lips. She yearned to taste and to have him. He’s right. This is too soon. I’ve never had this happen before, but I want him, too. When he pulled away, she could breathe.
“What does that mean?” she asked.

“I keep forgetting you’re not dragonkin. When we make love in human form, we share each other’s power. It’s a bonding so we don’t forget what we are. It was a gift given to us from the first pair of our kind. Even if we’re not mates, the sharing can happen.”
This time she was the one who stepped back, breaking the contact between them. What am I doing? I’ve never wanted any man more than I desire him, but I’m not going to fall prey to some animal instinct inside of me. She closed her eyes and drew in a long breath. The fire inside of her blazed higher the longer she was around him. Kestrel didn’t know what would happen to her if she gave herself over to those yearnings. I can’t do this now. I have to get my bearings and figure this all out. If they can show me how to use this power, then maybe I can think about having a relationship with him.
“I think it’s a good idea to go back to my room. I . . .” She looked down at her feet, not able to meet his gaze.
He lifted her chin. The understanding in his eyes was clear. “It’s okay. Come on.” He offered her his hand. She entwined her fingers through his and smiled. The closeness made her feel secure and even human.
He’s right. I have to embrace my life. I have to start living now and not in the past. After all these years, someone sees me for me and not a pariah.
He led her to her door and stopped. Andrik took their combined hands and brought them to his lips. He kissed the back of her hand and then released her. “I’ll let you sleep. I’ll speak to Ralag about coming to see you tomorrow. He wants to talk to you, and you need things to wear. We shall get you all settled. You never have to worry about anyone ever calling you an outcast again. You belong here with us.”

WIP Sneak Peak

2011-01-09T14:55:00.000-05:00

Hi Everyone,

I thought I would share a sneak peak at the new WIP I'm working on a dragon shifter menage. Hope you all like it.

Shaking her head, she poked him again and this time he responded with a small moan. His eyes fluttered open. When they did, she was struck dumb by the intensity of their violet color. They were so strange, she’d never seen anything like them before. His gaze locked to hers and something stirred deep within her. Elise blinked and then shook her head breaking whatever strange hold that was over her.

“Where am I?” he asked. His voice was deep and rich, reminding her of dark chocolate caressing all part of her.

Elise was dumbfounded as the naked stranger on her lawn sat up and took in his surroundings. Before she could answer, she heard the familiar high pitched yapping of Mrs. Richard's Pekingese escaping from the house and into the yard through the hole in the fence. A few moments later, Mrs. Richards ran out of the door in her fluffy pink robe and matching slippers.

"Cosmo, you get back here and eat your breakfast before Mummy has to come and get you. You bad doggy."

The brown, white and tan dog bounded through the wet grass straight toward the two of them and so did her neighbor. The dog stopped and stared at the naked stranger. It sniffed his toe and then snapped at him.

"Wretched thing! Get away from me!" the man yelled. He went to brush the dog away when it lifted its back leg and peed on his ankle. Elise held in a laugh, but the anger on his face made her bite her tongue. He was about to slap the dog when Mrs. Richards shrieked and grabbed for the mutt.

"You leave my little boy alone. You mean man!"

"Leave it alone! He was the one who urinated on me."

"Ms. Walker, can you explain the meaning of this naked hooligan on your front lawn? I don't think your front yard is any place for you to play any of your sick sex games. I suggest you take whatever this is inside the house before someone has the mind to call the police."

Elise opened her mouth to respond, but knew better than to say anything to the older woman. She could make and had made her life a living hell in the five years they had lived next to one another. When Elise had been there for six months she decided to cut down the enormous hedge that bordered their property, but was clearly on her land. Mrs. Richards had called the police and said that she had destroyed her property. The cops had sided with her , but Elise didn't hear the end of it for another six months. At times her dog would escape and dig up her garden but Mrs. Richards always denied it even when Elise had pictures to prove it. After the evidence, the two women tried to avoid one another at all costs.

"Good Morning to you too, Mrs. Richards. If you can take your gremlin of a dog off my property, then I might be so inclined to do as you ask. However right now, I feel like getting a little bit of sun. Maybe you care to join me?" Elise stood up and slipped off her robe revealing her long red nightgown that sported a faded Kermit the Frog holding a cup of coffee. It was holey and brushed the tops of her knees.

Her neighbor's mouth dropped, but she closed it and scooped up her dog. Immediately she turned on her heel and marched back toward her house. Elise suppressed the giggle that threatened to spill from her lips. The old woman had it coming. She had a lot more coming to her, but now was not the time to contemplate what other horrible things should befall her next door neighbor. However, when she looked at the naked and hurt man on the grass who had just been peed on, she did realize that her other neighbors on the street would be waking soon and some of them might actually call the cops.

"Come on. We need to get you inside and cleaned up. Can you stand?" Elise asked the stranger.

I hope you enjoyed this little slice of what's to come. I have no title yet, but I wanted to share.

Coming Wednesday: Solstice Miracles

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Solstice Miracles

In the cold winter nights, two desire to keep her warm.

Coming Wednesday from Purple Sword Publications

Blurb:

Natalie Bear found a quaint old farmhouse that needed some TLC. Upon moving in, she discovered that she wasn’t alone in the house. Her resident ghost happens to be a hunky cowboy that she can’t keep her mind off of. Not to mention, one of her handymen has a certain appeal too. Trying to overcome her dark past, she finds love in the cowboy who can also soothe her raging desire. Drawn between two men, each with their own hidden secrets, Natalie must choose who she wants more.

As the Winter Solstice draws near, the veil between the living and the dead grows thinner. Before claiming which man she wants, the evil spirits in the house come out to play. Along with her ex husband who wants nothing more than her blood.

Excerpt:

The night was much quieter. Hardly a cricket chirped. It helped to ease her anxiety. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Without thinking, she turned and brought her knee up into her attacker’s groin. With a low moan, the man hit the gravel. She fumbled for her keys when she glanced over to see Scott clutching his balls on the ground. Oh shit! She knelt down to help him up.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was you. I thought you were the jerk who hit on me earlier.”

He grabbed the bumper of her car and hoisted himself up but leaned against the car. Tears glistened in his eyes. “You got one hell of an aim.” He took in a few more breaths before trying to stand upright.

“Sorry.”

He rubbed his balls. “I was coming out to see if you were okay. You seemed pretty spooked.”

She lifted her hair off her neck and looked past him.

“Hey, what happened there?”

Quickly she pulled her hair back down to hide the blemish on her neck. “Nothing.”

“That nothing looks like a nasty scar. Trust me nothing gave me this permanent beauty. Look, I’m not trying to get interfere with your life, but if I were to guess I’d say you’d been put through the wringer. Here.” He reached into his wallet and pulled out a card and handed it to her. “If you ever want to talk about anything. Just give me a call. Day or night. Of course, this would not be about the house.”

She eyed the card and then looked back at him. “I’m not ready to get involved with anyone yet or even consider dating. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He stepped forward and slid the card across the hood of her car. “No strings attached. Honest. Friends. We can all use some of those, right?”

She bit her lip, picked up the card, and slipped it into her pocket. “Yeah. We can all use friends. Thanks, Scott. Sorry I kicked you. It was nice to meet you.” With that she got into her car and headed back toward the house. The toll of the day was weighing on her, and she wanted to sleep.

When she arrived, she went inside expecting to find the doors slamming or things floating in mid-air.

But a calm essence welcomed her. Getting ready for bed, she didn’t feel anyone or anything around her. She wrapped herself in a sheet and shivered. The nights were getting colder. She had to get the gas turned on, but couldn’t do that until Monday.

The movers were coming in the morning to deliver what little furniture she had. Mostly boxes of books, her bedroom furnishings, a futon, and a few other things she was able to salvage from the house.

The mountains stood out against the night. In the distance, the same little balls of light started to dance and twirl around the tree line. She observed them for a little while and noticed there were some even on the edges of the field. A shiver ran up her back. The heaviness of the atmosphere weighed on her shoulders. It was the same feeling she used to get when she was a child in her mother’s old house. Sighing, it seemed there was no way around it. This place was haunted. I guess what Scott was saying is true.

Her heart thumped against her breastbone when she recalled staring into Scott’s eyes. The pull she had toward him ignited inside of her again. Not sure of what it was or where it came from, she tried to shove it aside. Only this time the feeling wasn’t going away. She started to imagine seeing him shirtless and watching his rippling muscles glistening in the sun. I have to get my mind off him. What have I gotten myself into?

Natalie settled down into bed and drew the sheet around her, wishing she had something warmer. The air mattress squelched the more she turned on it, trying to get comfortable.

She heard heavy footfalls. She waited for them to start running, but they stopped in front of her door. From the large crack underneath, she saw a shadow move.

Her curiosity almost got the better of her, but she wasn’t going to get up and see who was on the other side. Fear took over, but she didn’t hear any more footsteps, and no door handles rattled. It has to be Dustin checking on me before I go to sleep. She waited and resisted the urge to call out to him. Without another incident, she let sleep take over and drifted off.