Release Day – Scarlett Temptation!

Hi all,

Apologies for the lack of posting lately, personal life and then lurghy have rather got in the way. Still, I’m back with good news – I have a new release out day (squee!). Scarlett Temptation is finally here  – annnnnd it’s on a special offer price this weekend only. Goes up to full price on Monday, so if you’re wanting a bargain make sure you grab your copy quick 🙂

 

Blurb

Niko cover 600x900What if the fairy-tales were true – but they got it all wrong?

Everyone Katya thought she could rely on has betrayed her in the end, yet when she finds she has a long-lost niece a tiny traitorous part of her rears up – the part that has always longed for a real family – and before she quite knows how it’s happened she’s flown halfway around the world to meet Natalia. But Natalia lives in a strange place full of secrets. Big bad wolves and red cloaks belong in fairytales, right? The more Kat finds out the more she’s forced to suspend disbelief – and dare to wish she could stay.

Niko has given his whole life to his pack – almost literally when his last fight nearly killed him. Years of being second in command have left him drained and cynical. Once he dared to dream about a mate – and it blew up in his face. So why is he still impossibly drawn to Kat? The attraction may be off the charts, but surely he learnt his lesson last time about letting anyone into his heart.

Two lost and broken people might not be willing to admit they need anyone – but when Kat is thrown into danger, they may not have a choice but to trust each other. Can this temptation lead to anything more?

You can get your hands on a copy here:

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I really hope you enjoy! Take care x

Free Paranormal Romance Ebook for Halloween

Hi all,

Hope you’re all having a fab weekend 🙂 We’re just a week away from Halloween – one of my favourite times of year. As you may have guessed from my writing I love all things paranormal, so what better than a holiday that celebrates all the fun of spookiness and magic? And let’s not forget some spooky Halloween reading (though I must admit I like a bit of romance mixed in).

Love Reawakened 3My novella, Love Reawakened features a sassy witch, a rather yummy necromancer, an escaped zombie, and of course, the obligatory dash of magic and romance 😉 I think it’s perfect for Halloween (okay, so I may be a wee bit biased!) so would love to share it with you. All you need to do at get a shiny FREE copy is to comment on this post telling me what you like best about Halloween and then signup for my newsletter (you should be able to do this at the bottom of your comment anyway but if not just hop over to the newsletter page of the site, it’s painless, I promise!).

In case you’re not convinced yet (and really, it’s free lol!), here’s a wee excerpt:

Shocked gasps came from behind her, but the vibrations were already running through the ground. Quickly, she smeared the blood around the edges of the circle. The energy was rising now, waves spreading out as the hairs on her arms stood up, and tiny tremors ran through the soles of her shoes. She drew a final symbol in the blood on the gravestone itself, the rough stone grazing her fingers and making the lines awkward.

“Patrick Connell, rise. Come from your grave at my command. Rise from your sleep at my bidding.”

nightThe earth in front of her practically bubbled now, and then it parted, and a tall figure emerged. Neil almost shrieked behind her, but her attention stayed focused on the corpse in front of her. He was newly dead and perfectly preserved. In fact, gazing at him, you would barely know the difference if you saw him walking down the street. She was quite proud. She didn’t do this spell much, but this was a damn good raising!

“Patrick Connell, you have been raised at my command. You will do as I say and nothing more, bound to me by blood and magic. Do you understand and obey?”

The corpse looked at her, surprising clarity in his deep blue eyes. She didn’t think she’d ever raised one this ‘new’ before, and it was actually a little disconcerting how alive he appeared. He’d obviously been a handsome man, tall with broad shoulders, thick dark hair, strong jaw, and quite startling eyes. Then he opened his mouth and said a single word.

“No.”

Hooked yet? 😉 Don’t forget, just leave a comment and then sign up for the newsletter and you get it completely free!

Have a great weekend. Take care x

Friday Romance Teaser

Hi all,

Well, it’s finally weekend! To be honest, I’m stuck doing a 12hr shift tomorrow so not going to be the most relaxing one for me, but ah well, hopefully can get some writing squeezed in around that. I do normally have guest authors on a Friday but since there seems to be a gap today I thought I would share something from my new wolves book. This is currently with my editor and hopefully there will be a release date coming very soon 🙂 In the meantime, hope you enjoy!

 

Natalia was half-dragging her along now, her niece moving with surprising speed. Whatever was following them seemed to be moving faster though, Katya could hear it alongside them now. She pushed her aching limbs to keep moving, while panic caught her breath in her throat. The sounds in the bushes suddenly stopped, the woods eerily silent apart from their crashing footsteps and labored breaths. Kat was just starting to think maybe whatever the hell it was had fucked off and found something better to stalk, when there was a huge crash through the bushes just ahead of them, and a huge – seriously huge – dark gray wolf was blocking their way.

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Kat couldn’t stop the shriek that escaped her as the two women stopped in their tracks. The creature’s thick fur was bristling, his head was slightly down with lips curled back over an impressive set of white teeth, and its glowing eyes were fixed on them. For an instant something in those amber eyes seemed familiar, and then the thought was pushed away on a wave of pure panic.

Oh my God.” She whispered.

Tension thrummed through her, every muscle tightening. Her body screamed at her to run, even though her brain knew there was no chance they could outrun a wolf. This was it. This was how she was going to die. And damn it, it really wasn’t fair. Just when things were finally sort of starting to go right for her, when she’d found some family. Now she would never get the chance to see Naomi again, to hold her child, to get her back. Her parents would have a goddamn field day with this one.

summer-game-of-thrones-direwolves-34317098-954-536Natalia was trying to gently push her back with one hand, her back straightening as she kept eye contact with the wolf.

Let’s all just stay calm here,” she said to it. “Don’t do something you’re going to regret.”

Seriously? Her niece was trying to reason with a wild animal that looked like it wanted to eat them. And she’d thought she was losing it.

Stay calm. We need to stall it, Damian is on his way.

Okay, scrap that, she was losing it more. She could have sworn she heard Natalia’s voice inside her head. The woman’s lips hadn’t moved, but her words had been clear as day.

You’re not losing it. Please, just trust me.

Sure, she was dying anyway. Why not go just give in to the madness at this stage? What was it the imaginary Natalia in her head had wanted – stall the vicious wild animal. Made perfect sense, right?

Good wolfie, wolfie.” She crooned. “See, you don’t want to hurt us really. We’d make a terrible meal, all gristly and that. Plus, I’m American, everyone knows American food is just the worse. Nothing but junk.” She giggled, an edge of pure panic skating it. Yup, she was going to die a crazy woman – nothing new there. The funny thing was the wolf was actually staring at her as she talked with an expression that on a human could only be described as incredulous. Even the wolf thought she was nuts.

Hehe, well you’ll have to come back soon to see what happens. Have a great weekend. Take care x

Guest Author Sheri Velarde with Our Last Salvation

Hi all,

Apologies for being a bit missing in action this week – have had a few website issues, technology definitely hates me lol! Anyway, we seem to be running again at least, so please excuse any minor blips while the site gets tweaked a bit. Still, moving on, it’s October, time for dark nights and scary stories – and I have the fab Sheri Velarde dropping by to chat about her new zombie-themed romance, Our Last Salvation. Scary and steamy, what more can you ask for? 🙂

 

So, let’s start with you telling us a bit about yourself (bio).

I live in New Mexico, US, with my husband and my two dogs Eowyn and Charlie. In addition to being an author I also make jewelry, paint, and craft. However I am happiest when I am either curled up with my dogs reading a book or snuggling with the hubby and watching a movie.

I have been writing professionally for a little over five years. People often ask why I write, the answer is simple, my mind won’t let me not write. I always have stories in my head and I have to get them out or go crazy. Writing is my therapy and I can’t imagine my life without it.

People can keep up with my writing and other shenanigans on my website: sherivelarde.weebly.com.

Ooh, another multi-talented person 🙂 Was there a specific moment where you first knew that you wanted to be a writer?

When I was little I loved to read. I think the idea of telling stories, especially paranormal stories, was after I fell in love with Bunnicula. I started making up my own stories then. I probably started actually writing stories when I was in fourth or fifth grade.

I seem to have missed out on Bunnicula, I’ve heard a few people mention it but don’t think it made it over the pond 🙁 Do you have a particular writing routine, or any special rituals?

Well I am not a get straight out of bed and start writing writer. My husband works late and we sleep in, mornings are dedicated to errands and household stuff. I do my freelance work after my husband leaves and then sit down to work on my writing after a late lunch. I work then until a late dinner. After dinner I usually try to do some edits and then start writing again until my husband gets home from work. I just feel more creative at night. I also always have either music or a tv show that I know well. I live in an apartment complex and I need noise that I like to block out the noise I don’t want. Other than that, I try to write every day. That’s the most important ritual.

I’m a night owl as well, always annoying when EDJ makes me have to get up early *sighs* Tell us about the genre you write in, and what drew you to it.

I primarily write a lot of paranormal romance, though I have been moving into horror and mystery a tiny bit as well. Mostly I like things that go bump in the night, in more ways than one 😉

Are there any particular authors or books that have really inspired you?

I would say Anne Rice and Stephen King. I know I am dating myself, but I grew up on both of them. Anne Rice in particular combined the paranormal and romance in a way that I can only wish I could.

What five things could you never do without?

My husband, my dogs, books, art and pasta! Lol

Lol, yup to the pasta! Tell us a bit about your new release.

salvationKol’s living her dream. Her gorgeous neighbor, Nick, promised to make her life brighter yet, until something from her past threatens the entire world.

Kol is trying to outrun her troubled past and start anew. She is finally living the life she always wanted in NYC, where she has met the man of her dreams, Nick. Just when her future is looking bright, an infection takes hold of the country, sending her and Nick on a race for their lives. Now Kol must face the pain she wanted to leave behind forever, in order for anyone to have a future.

Ooh, definitely sounds interesting. Where did your inspiration for it come from?

Seriously? It was while I was visiting a friend in NYC. We were on the roof of his building when some military helicopters flew over in formation. He wondered aloud what that was all about. I of course said zombie apocalypse. Seems reasonable to me. Lol That was the beginning of an idea. On a said note, we later found out it was Prince Harry being flown somewhere.

Hehe, not quite as dramatic, but yeah that would probably have been my first thought as well. What did you find most enjoyable about writing it?

I loved writing my heroine. She is fragile from past issues, but also one of the strongest characters I have ever written. Kol faces things that would make most people break, but she keeps going and going. She never loses all of her hope. I love that about her.

What was the hardest part about writing it?

For me love scenes are always the hardest to write. This one was no different. I always say that this book is going to have closed door love scenes, but that never happens. My characters are just too darn frisky.

Lol, I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about… 😉 Who’s your favourite character in it? (I know, I know, favouritism!)

It’s a tough one, but I am going to go with Nick. Most heroes in romance are uber alpha male (and I do like that and write that) but Nick is the softer, caring and supportive hero that makes our heroine a stronger and happier woman. That can be pretty sexy too.

Aww, and yup, very sexy! Why should we run out and buy it right now?

It’s a short and super sexy read that will be sure to heat up your weekend! Running from zombies has never been so hot!

Well, I know I’m convinced 😉 If you want to get your hands on a copy of Our Last Salvation the link is here:

Buy Link:

Amazon – http://amzn.to/2cqXyxH

Have a great weekend. Take care x

Guest Author Amo Jones with Hellraiser

Hi all,

Well, it’s weekend! This has been a busy week and have been off taking photos at a wedding all morning so am glad to finally have a chance to put my feet up and have a chat with the fab Amo Jones about her new release, Hellraiser.

 

So let’s start with you telling us a bit about yourself.

I’m from New Zealand but currently living in Australia. I have four kids, a puppy and a partner who should really be classed as another kid, judging by his inability to place his washing in the hamper instead of just dropping it beside it.

Hmm,it seems to be a common problem! Was there a specific moment where you first knew that you wanted to be a writer?

Not really. I was in the car while waiting for my kids to finish school and Perilous Love’s (my debut book) story just came to me.

Do you have a particular writing routine, or any special rituals?

I find this changes with what book I’m currently working on. At the moment I’m writing book three in The Devil’s Own series, it’s very dark and evil… so I find that I write best at night when the house is dead and all I have is the whispering cries from my thoughts.

Ooh, spooky. Tell us about the genre you write in, and what drew you to it.

I think as a base genre I write contemporary. But I also dip my writing brush into the dark category and new adult. All centered around MC and/or Rock stars. But I am working on a standalone also that is very different.

Are there any particular authors or books that have really inspired you?

There are so many authors who I look up to, but I love Hunter S. Thompson and Stephen King.

I do love Hunter S Thompson! What five things could you never do without?

Wine, sour gummy bears, Spotify, school hours, and bed times.

FB_IMG_1465489028915Tell us a bit about your new release.

Hellraiser! It centers around a very filthy alpha who knows no bounds, and a very sassy female who knows how to give lip. It was my favorite book to write, I just loved the two of them.

Hehe, definitely sounds intriguing 😉 Where did your inspiration for it come from?

They spoke to me throughout the entire first book in the series, it was a struggle for me to keep them quiet and get them in line. So when it was their time, I couldn’t stop.  

What did you find most enjoyable about writing it?

The banter and the love/hate pull they have. I laughed, cried, and threw tantrums as I wrote their story. It sure was an experience.

What was the hardest part about writing it?

Ending them! I didn’t want to push those two words “The End”—for once—, I cried when I did because I became so attached to them.

Aww, it’s always a bittersweet feeling. Who’s your favourite character in it? (I know, I know, favouritism!)

Hella! Definitely Hella. And Melissa, she’s a wild child.

Why should we run out and buy it right now?

Because if you like them filthy, I mean real filthy, the kind that won’t scrub off in the shower, then you need to by this.

Hehe, I think we could be convinced by that 🙂 The book details are here:

FB_IMG_1465489028915Blurb

Melissa
They say there are defining points in your life – moments where you f**ked it all up, moments that make you its bitch, moments that shape you into the person you are.
The day I met Braxton Ward was one of my moments.
My name’s Melissa Hart, and I don’t think you’re ready for this story.

Hella
I go by a few names: Hella, Brax, 112, or, depending on whether I’ve been balls deep in you or not, C*nt. I don’t push the boundaries because in order to do so, one must have them. I’ve never had them. Being homeless at the not-so-tender age of fifteen morphed me into an emotionless shell, and when The Army recruited me, that shell turned into steel.
They say if fire is hot enough, it can melt steel; the hate that burns between Melissa Hart and me just might be hot enough.
Shit doesn’t come easy for us. Enemies are expanded, secrets are revealed, and lives will be taken. Yeah, I’m Braxton “Hella” Ward, and you bet your f*cking ass that you ain’t ready for this story.

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Hellraiser-Devils-Own-Amo-Jones-ebook/dp/B01H5RDSQI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1467396044&sr=8-1&keywords=hellraiser+amo

Hope you have a good weekend. Take care x

Guest Author Raissa Phoenix with Owned

Hi all,

Hope you’re having a good week! I’m still a little stuffed up but hey, it’s weekend so things are looking up. Not to mention, I have the lovely Raissa Phoenix dropping by for a chat and to tell us all about her new release, Owned.

Thanks so much for being here, Raissa. So, let’s start with you telling us a bit about yourself.

<Insert something interesting here. Please. No? Okay, okay. Fine. Fair warning: as Brandon Sanderson says, “This is going to take a while. I’m a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.” I may not write straight-up fantasy, but brevity is not my thing…which makes total sense considering how much I favor writing short works. Go figure.>


My world imploded late last year, and I traded my cushy (read: mind-numbingly boring) job to stay at home. Somewhere along the way, I decided it would be a fantastic idea to not only be a stay-at-home mother and housewife, keeper of the apocalypse garden and duck-herder extraordinaire, but to also return to school full time in a completely new area and publish books.


I never said I was sane, and I never said I’m good at all of those things, but it’s the thought that counts…right? I keep what little bit of sanity I have left by chatting with different people online and reading when I can steal the time.


I think Cristina Scabbia of Lacuna Coil is a goddess incarnate, I got dragged kicking and screaming into the Whovian conversion chamber a few years back, and I have a bit of a hard-on (so to speak) for words and their meanings.


Lol, brevity is rather over-rated and, hey, welcome to the Whoniverse 🙂 Was there a specific moment where you first knew that you wanted to be a writer?


In fifth grade, a teacher named Cynthia Hargrove encouraged me to write. The fact that I can remember her name is a testament to how amazing she was, because I couldn’t tell you the names of most of my other teachers. She read The Witches by Roald Dahl to us and convinced us she was wearing a wig, and she introduced me to A Wrinkle in Time.


I have a filing cabinet next to my desk filled with stories I’ve written since then, and I have notebooks stacked in the closet from when I wrote every single day. (The manila envelopes are ominously marked DO NOT READ. Yup. Most people want their browser history deleted upon death. I want this stuff gone, too!) Yes, I was every bit as fucked up then as I am now. I blame a serious lack of interesting children’s and young adult books in my library–and V.C. Andrews. To this day, I’m not sure how I managed to get through school without my writing getting me in trouble…


Yep! I was just a wee little lass, and I wanted to share all of my disturbing stories with the world. Then life disillusioned me, and it wasn’t until recently that I decided to go after it.


I had a similar story, loved writing as a kid and then you get older and it seems so much scarier to share your random imaginings with the world! Still, we got here in the end 🙂 Speaking of which, do you have a particular writing routing, or any special rituals?


I try to write on a schedule, but my muse is too much of a prima donna to adhere to anything so common. Instead, I get insanity-inducing glimmers of ideas at the most inconvenient times. It usually starts with a sentence or a phrase, a character or a thought, and then I just write. I’ve started trying to write at specific times, but my muse and I are still negotiating terms.

Hehe, yup those ideas do seem to come at the most interesting times sometimes! Tell us about the genre you write in, and what drew you to it.

In a general sense, I write M/M Paranormal Dark… things. (Yes, I’m sure you’re convinced I have quite the way with words as an author.) I stubbornly insist that Recoil, Ravel and Owned are Dark (Erotic) Romance, and I concede that Bought is Dark Erotica. I’m not a visual thinker, so my sex scenes tend to be more about the effects the actions have on the participants rather than the actions themselves. And that, of course, is a side ramble.


At some point, I started to wonder why supernatural creatures hid–and if they stopped hiding, why on earth would they be content to live as second-class citizens? Sure, humans have the advantage of numbers, but as wars have shown us over the centuries, numbers aren’t everything. The “Ripples in the Status Quo” (RISQ, because I’m lazy) universe explores a world where “supes” got tired of hiding in the shadows and decided to claim it for their own. It’s been in my head for years, but it took me a while to get up the nerve to do anything with it.

Ooh, interesting concept. Are there any particular authors or books that have really inspired you?

There are four in particular that I’ve settled on at this point, and I’ll ramble a little bit about each one: Jim Butcher, Brandon Sanderson, Mercedes Lackey, and Tiffany Reisz. (And give quotes. I love quotes.)


Jim Butcher, author of the Dresden Files, Codex Alera, and Cinder Spires, astounds me. He manages to combine snarky humor with serious moments, and I’ve literally cried during his books. I’ve laughed many more times (Ramirez, I’m looking at you and Lara Raith), but his range is spectacular–and he gets better with every book. The quote that resonates most within me regarding writing, especially concerning the RISQ world, is from Ghost Story:


“Oh,” the girl said, shaking her head. “Don’t be so simple. People adore monsters. They fill their songs and stories with them. They define themselves in relation to them. You know what a monster is, young shade? Power. Power and choice. Monsters make choices. Monsters shape the world. Monsters force us to become stronger, smarter, better. They sift the weak from the strong and provide a forge for the steeling of souls. Even as we curse monsters, we admire them. Seek to become them, in some ways.” Her eyes became distant. “There are far, far worse things to be than a monster.”


There aren’t words to describe Brandon Sanderson. If anyone ever sold their soul to the devil for artistic talent, it was him. He writes a lot and he writes often, and his world-building is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I think I have more quotes saved from him than anyone else. His unique magic systems are like nothing I’ve read. He has as many profound quotes as he does humorous ones, but here’s a funny one to lighten the mood a little after the last:


“It is a writer’s greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of his books. It goes back to authors being terrible people who delight in the suffering of others. Plus, we get a kickback from the caffeine industry…”


The first erotic novel (with a plot) I ever read was The Siren by Tiffany Reisz, and it’s shaped the way I see the genre. She taught me that there’s so much potential, and damn, the woman can write. (I’d love to see Nora Sutherlin in the same room as Harry Dresden…) My idea of romance and erotica seem to be most in line with sentiments expressed in Tiffany Reisz’s Original Sinners series. In The Siren, Nora notes:


“I know people think erotica is just a romance novel with rougher sex. It’s not. If it’s a subgenre of anything, it’s horror. Romance is sex plus love. Erotica is sex plus fear.”


She also says:


“A love story is not the same as a romance novel. A romance novel is the story of two people falling in love against their will. This is a story of two people who leave each other against their will. It starts to end the minute they meet.”


Then we get to Mercedes Lackey. I have a very contradictory view of happily ever afters. I want to see the trials and tribulations; I want to see the struggles that lead up to them. I want to know there’s a chance it could all go to hell, which is why I tend to avoid books that tell me outright they’re HEAs. Her early works are extremely dark, and her characters didn’t necessarily find their happily ever afters. (Though I got annoyed with the later Valdemar ones, because I knew how they’d end.) The Last Herald-Mage series was the first set of books I read with gay male characters. And this was 1989, folks. (Oh, Vanyel.) To keep with the theme, let’s drop a quote from those books, too…


“This I think I have learned: where there is love, the form does not matter, and the gods are pleased. This I have observed: what occurs in nature, comes by the hand of nature, and if the gods did not approve, it would not be there.”

Some fantastic quotes there. I’m a big Jim Butcher fan and I keep being told I’ll love Brandon Sanderson but haven’t got round to his books yet. Speaking of books 😉 What five things could you never do without?

 

Being able to ramble. No, seriously.


My computer. An Internet connection. Dashes. Ellipses. Books (Do I have to be specific? If I could only choose one book to ever be able to read again, it would be Brandon Sanderson’s Words of Radiance. It’s just spectacular.)


Hehe, well I was right on the books but I don’t think we’ve ever had someone choose specific grammar points as well 🙂 Tell us a bit about your new release.


Owned is a story set in the RISQ universe that picks up approximately three weeks after Bought and immediately after Recoil. (As a side note, Bought and Recoil can be read in any order, and Owned can be read without reading Ravel.)


I have a hard time writing short summaries–I know you’re shocked, if you’ve managed to read this far–but essentially, it’s about how far people are willing to go for even the chance for love. It’s a dark work, and it’s not a pretty story, but at the core of it, we see characters who are willing to sacrifice everything for something every bit as vital as food and breath. (For us mere mortals, anyway. Vampires are assholes.)


Sounds interesting, I do like the slightly darker works. Where did your inspiration for it come from?


The intent with the RISQ books was to start out with stand alone works with various characters, slowly expanding the scope of the world and seeing them come together. Owned is my first attempt at bringing characters from earlier stories together. Ironically, I wrote Bought with the intention of it being a free one-shot sample of my work; as a new author, I’m just as willing as Khaz to sell myself to get readers–not as literally, though.


Really.


But despite how fucked up Jace and Elias were, they were the pairing people seemed to like the most. I wanted to continue Recoil (and I still maintain that it wasn’t a cliffhanger. What happened happened!) and the idea of being able to draw these four together was intriguing.


I wanted to play more in my sandbox, write something longer, and start letting my darlings play with each other. (*snerk* I’m mature. Really.)


Lol, aren’t we all 😉 Sounds like it was fun being able to tie all your characters together though. What did you find most enjoyable about writing it?


Finding out what happened to these characters. Seriously. I’m a pantser, not a plotter, and while I have basic ideas going into a book, my characters tend to see a shiny and go running off after it. I had no idea what was going to happen when I started it, and it was just as much fun for me to see the story unfold as I hope it is for people who read it.


Yup, I am the exact same way! Those pesky characters never seem to do what you think they’re going to. What was the hardest part about writing it?


Not being redundant–and coordination. Sex scenes can be fun to write, but man, I don’t want to write octopuses (why isn’t octopi a word, anyway?) or have things seem repetitive. I also know I have a habit of falling to introspection and losing action and dialogue, so I had to be mindful of it.


Also, there was the part where I decided to break yet another cardinal rule of the writing world and beg a friend to beta read for me. She is no longer listed as beta reader. She edited it. My poor ego died a slow, painful death. I’m surprised y’all couldn’t hear it screaming. (Then again, I’m pretty proud of the final draft, so there’s that.)


Hehe I think we all need to leave our egos at the door when the edits come back. I’ve sadly learned to accept that red is my colour 😉 Where would we be without our editors though? Who’s your favourite character in it? (I know, I know, favouritism!)

 

This question is cruel and unusual punishment.


Elias. I’ve deliberately avoided writing anything from his point of view, and I intend to keep doing that for a while yet. But I’ll give you a hint: one of my favorite things to do is to see if I can make even the most irredeemable-seeming villain sympathetic. Yes, he’s a manipulative, sadistic, arrogant megalomaniac.


But as Sanderson writes, “every man is a hero of his own story.”


Plus, it’s fun to see just how far I can push with him.


Hehe, I’m sensing we have a lot in common. I have a bad habit of starting to sympathise with my villains, to the extent that half the time they end up wanting their own story. They’re just misunderstood really, right? *shifty eyes* Anyway, just in case we’re not convinced already, why should we run out and buy it right now? 🙂


Because somehow you’ve managed to read through all of this rambling, and you’re still awake–so there might be something you’ll find interesting! I’m extremely proud of Owned, and I hope it will appeal to those who like dark and gritty M/M stories with a paranormal twist.


So with that being said, there are some fucked-up scenes in these books. If you’re offended easily, you might enjoy Ravel and even Recoil, but Bought and Owned are probably not for you.


Though you can read Owned without having read Bought or Recoil, they’re both relatively short works, and I hope you’ll give them a chance. Bought (~9k words) is free, and Recoil (~19k words) is on sale for 99c for a limited time.


Also, I give really good puppy eyes.


If you’ve actually read all of this, thank you. I had fun writing it. I like to think I’m pretty approachable, and I’m usually up for a good ramble. I’m Raissa Phoenix on Facebook, and as socially awkward as I am, I do enjoy chatting with random people.


<3
-R.

Thanks so much, Raissa, and I think the puppy dog eyes are definitely working! Here’s the book details:

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Elias Ivers was promised a slave recently captured from the Rebellion, and it would have only been a matter of time before the witch broke a mere human to be his pet as a beautiful match to his already enslaved werewolf. However, when Malkhaz takes what should have rightfully been his, he’s determined to make the vampire pay; no one denies Elias what he wants–especially not someone who’s little more than dirt beneath his expensive shoes. Malkhaz had never imagine one hasty decision would both change his life and put him in over his head.
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Enjoy your weekend x

 

Saturday Sexy – Siren’s Call Part Two

Hi all,

You may have noticed I’ve been slightly absent this week. It’s been a busy one and have been on with a few photo things as well as just needing a little bit of time to switch off after a busy month in November. I promise I’ve haven’t forgotten about you though – and to hopefully make it up, here’s the second part of my new free read Siren’s Call. Be warned, this part has a few steamy bits in it 😉 If you missed part one, you can catch up here.

Really hope you enjoy – and have a good weekend x

551277_611683698885431_610288539_nIt was probably a dream anyway, he rationalized. There was no way he could be awake when the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen appeared naked and threw herself at him.

Somewhat comforted by the thought, he slid his hands down to cup her ass, pulling her against the straining hardness of his erection through his jeans. She pulled back slightly, and her fingers went to his zipper. Her cool hands pushed down his jeans as her fingers caressed his thighs and then stroked over his cock. She knelt in the sand before him. A half-smile curved her lips as she glanced up at him from under thick lashes before she leaned forward and took his length in her mouth.
Ciaran couldn’t stop the strangled groan escaping his lips. Yup, he was definitely dreaming! The warm wetness of her mouth engulfed him as her talented tongue swirled around the head. Her hands dug into his ass, urging him deeper; he felt his eyes roll back as he exploded in her mouth. She kept suckling, drawing every drop out of him before sitting back on her heels and gazing up at him. An oddly satisfied smile played on her lips, but Ciaran could feel embarrassment setting in.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Her expression grew confused, and she rose smoothly to her feet. “Whatever for?”

“For, erm, you know…” He trailed off. “Going early.”

Her musical laugh washed over him. “Perhaps you should return the favor?”

Ciaran felt himself grinning as he pulled her toward him, covering her lips with his before nibbling and sucking a path down to her perfect breasts. She encouraged him with throaty moans, her hands in his hair urging him on as he went lower, laying her down in the sand to part her legs. He hadn’t done this much, but the taste of her was like honey on his tongue; he used her throaty moans and bucking movements to tell what she liked. When she cried out, her hips thrusting against him and her juices coating his tongue, he felt satisfaction run through him. Not to mention his body had recovered—probably more quickly than it ever had in his life.

He rose over her, his now-erect length probing between her legs. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, drawing him closer as he buried himself inside her. The slick walls of her channel wrapped around him and he groaned at the sensation. He tried to go slower, to act with more experience than he possessed, but she was writhing underneath him and his thrusts grew quicker and more urgent until she cried out beneath him. He felt her muscles contracting around him, shattering his control and throwing him into his own release. He collapsed on the sand beside her, his body drained, yet more sated than he could ever remember in his life.

“That was amazing,” he managed.

She gave a low laugh, half-rolling to pillow her head on his shoulder, her cool hand making lazy circles on his chest.

“It was indeed. Now sleep, my love.”

He didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to lie here and feel her naked body against him. More than that, he wanted to give it ten minutes (okay, maybe a little optimistic!) and then try again. But he could suddenly feel his eyes drifting, his limbs going leaden, and he slipped into soothing darkness.

***
underwater_music_by_elenadudina-d5bs02vCiaran woke sprawled on the cool sand. He was naked, his clothes in an untidy pile close by. He was completely alone. Groggily, he staggered to his feet. Had he dreamed it? If he had, then why would he be naked on the beach? But if he hadn’t, then where the hell had she gone? His eyes frantically scanned the beach in all directions, lighting on a flash of silver near the rocks. Snatching it up, he saw a delicate silver comb, threaded with several long strands of dark hair. Clutching it to him, he silently dressed and stumbled home.

***
Ciaran rubbed a weary hand across his face. It had been almost a month since he’d seen Rae. Since then, he’d never even been able to look at another woman, because—let’s face it—none of them compared. He’d looked everywhere he could think of, tried any means possible to track her down, and yet nothing had turned up the slightest clue. It wasn’t exactly a lot to go on—a first name and a description of long hair, pale eyes, and a perfect face and body. What he didn’t get was how anyone could see her and not remember her! He had to face the fact that if she’d wanted to stay around, she would have. If she’d wanted to come back, she could have. But she hadn’t.

He’d driven the few friends he had mad with his incessant talking about her. They no longer called and he didn’t really miss them. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. In the silence he thought he heard her voice, her laugh. In his dreams he felt her soft skin and her cool lips and her wet warmth. He rubbed his eyes. He would take a walk, and though he told himself he might have a change, head for the woods, he knew he wouldn’t.

His footsteps took him down to the ocean as surely as his mind took him back to that night. It had been a night like this, the air warm and the sea calm. He looked up at the full moon hanging in the clear sky. An odd sense overtook him and he almost convinced himself that she would be there on the rocks again. She wasn’t.

Instead, he pulled himself onto them, feeling the rough stone under his fingers as he gazed out at the lapping waves and the glint of light on the water.

“Rae,” he murmured, giving voice to his longings.

A ripple split the water and he watched, transfixed, as the waves parted and white limbs stepped forth. Her huge eyes found his and her full lips curved into a smile.

“Ciaran,” she called to him.

He stumbled to his feet, half-running to the water’s edge.

“Rae, where have you been? Why did you leave?” Questions tripped over themselves on his tongue, when all he wanted to do was take her in his arms.

Her voice was sad. “I cannot stay upon the land. My home is beneath the waves. When the daylight touches the sand I must leave.”

He stared at her in amazement, feeling like he’d stumbled into a fairy tale. Yet he’d always known that she was unlike anyone he’d known in his own dull world.

“I can’t lose you again,” he said desperately. “If you can’t stay on the land, then let me come with you.”

1469920_600497766670691_494802748_nJoy lit her face and she held out her white arms. Ciaran stepped into them, feeling her cool lips touch his. Contentment spread over his body as they sank beneath the waves.

***
The old man was walking his dog when he found the body. Washed up against the rocks, the young man’s body was battered and bruised. Yet an expression of complete peace was on his smooth features. The old man shook his head as he called the authorities. Such a waste, and it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Yes, police and ambulance. I’ve found a body at Siren’s Bay.”

Thursday Tall Tales – Siren’s Call Part One

Hi all,

It’s Thursday, which means I’m sharing another free read with you 🙂 This is the first part of a new one, called Siren’s Call. It involves Ciaran, who is sadly unlucky in love – can the mysterious women he meets on the beach change that for him? Hope you enjoy x

9b1422101137166192ddffd8f9e08690It was Midsummer’s Night the first time he saw her. The heat was stifling and after tossing and turning, unable to sleep, he’d given up and decided on a walk along the beach. It was one of his favorite spots and one of the things that had attracted him to the house in the first place. The sea was calm for once and the gentle lapping of the waves against the sand was soothing. The sky was clear and the full moon offered enough light that he didn’t need the flashlight in his pocket.

He meandered slowly, hands in his pockets. This would be a romantic situation if he only had someone to share it with. He scuffed his feet through the sandy pebbles. Yeah, right. His friends were always laughing at his bad luck with women, and that was if he even got up the courage to talk to them in the first place. Was it really his fault that he preferred books to sports, that he couldn’t lift weights to save his life—and he’d probably be just as skinny if he did?

Lost in his self-pity, at first he wasn’t sure what the shape on the rock was. When he actually made it out, he was convinced he must be seeing things. He slowly moved closer, mouth gaping in disbelief. Sitting on the rock, bathed in the moonlight, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her skin glowed pure white in the moonlight; her hair streamed down her back and over her breasts. She was slowly running a comb through it, and his eyes became glued to the motion. At the moment it lifted at the front, he caught a glimpse of perfectly formed alabaster breasts. When he managed to drag his eyes up to her face it was a vision, delicate and heart-shaped, with huge eyes and full, pouting lips that pursed as she hummed a haunting melody.

d5fbb1685e519b68c1af881e02956be4He stepped forward, half-convinced that he was still in his bed, asleep. At any moment now he was going to wake up, probably after embarrassing himself like he had as a teenager. Instead, he saw her eyes widen in shock, the comb stilling in her long tresses as she looked at him with fear. For a moment, she seemed frozen before turning as though to run.

“Wait,” he cried out. “I won’t hurt you, please don’t go!”

The woman turned, her huge eyes lit with curiosity.

“I’m Ciaran,” he told her. “What’s your name?”

The woman rose gracefully from the rocks, and he gulped as he realized she was completely naked. She glided towards him and he tried to subtly adjust his pants as his body hardened uncomfortably.

“You can call me Rae.” Her voice was musical and he felt as though he could close his eyes and simply listen to it forever.

“Are you lost?” he asked. He couldn’t understand why she was out on the beach, alone and naked, in the middle of the night.

She smiled and shook her head. Up close, he could see that her eyes were pale, silvery in the moonlight. With only the tiniest slits for pupils, the irises looked huge. He had to clench his hands by his sides not to reach out and touch her. It seemed wrong to want to molest a woman alone at night. She seemed to have no such worries, though, and her hand drifted up, stroking down his cheek. Her skin was cold, despite the warmth of the night. He took off his light jacket and offered it to her. She simply laughed, the sound like notes on the wind.

“I am not cold, Ciaran, but it is nice to see there are still some gentlemen left on the land.”

He frowned; her words and manner were old-fashioned, and he had the odd feeling she didn’t belong here. She reached up on tiptoe and pressed her cool lips against his. Every other thought left his mind. Her arms slipped around his neck and he pulled her closer against him, running his hands greedily over her curves, glorying in the smooth softness of her white skin. His mind was telling him that something was distinctly strange, but his body ruled out any objections and told him not to be such an idiot. It was probably a dream anyway, he rationalized. There was no way he could be awake when the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen appeared naked and threw herself at him.

Thursday Tall Tales – Tempting Sin Part Three

Hi all,

It’s been a packed week but edits are finally finished on Love Reawakened and fingers crossed, we should be good to go for release date now! I’m starting a lovely long weekend with a meal out with friends tonight, so am looking forward to a bit of chill-out time 🙂 Anyway, to help you get towards your weekend, I’m continuing my Free Reads with the last part of my short story, Tempting Sin. If you missed the earlier installments, you can find Part One and Part Two. This part is a little *ahem* steamier, so you’ve been warned 😉 Really hope you enjoy, and, as always, feedback welcome x

dark angel“Do you want me to go back and kill him?”

His tone was light but she believed he would do it. That made her cry more, because that was the kind of person he was and yet she was entirely at his mercy. To her surprise, though, he merely pulled her into his arms. She felt an odd jerk and when she opened her eyes they were inside a house. His powers were impressive, but right now she was merely grateful for the more private setting when she was embarrassing herself like this. He cradled her against him, stroking her hair; she gradually relaxed, her sobs subsiding.

“It’s okay,” he told her. “The new emotions can be difficult to deal with at first.”

She pulled back, rubbing her eyes. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He smiled, but there was no softness in it. “I told you, Isaura, you belong to me. I take care of what’s mine.”

She frowned. “I don’t belong to anyone. I’m not a possession.”

“You believe it on some level if you fell.”

“They threw me out.” Tears welled again. “They said I was no longer pure, that I was not worthy.” The words still hurt.

His face clouded with anger. “You are worth fifty of them.”

She laughed shakily. “No, I’m not.”

He cupped her face again, leaning towards her. She held her breath, her body tensed as his lips brushed hers and her breath drifted out on a sigh of longing. This was what she had been dreaming of since the last time he’d touched her. All she’d been able to think of was being back in his arms. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, opening her mouth, wanting him to deepen it like last time. He obliged her, his tongue probing the warm wetness of her mouth, drawing little whimpers from her throat. He pulled back, feathering kisses over her cheeks and her jawline before drifting down a blazing trail down her throat, over her collarbone. He lazily waved a hand and her top disappeared.

A shocked gasp left her lips and she pulled back, trying to cover herself. He stopped her, holding her hands out to her sides; the bold admiration in his eyes set her heart pounding.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “And you’re mine.”

blacknessBefore she could protest again he bent his head, taking her nipple in his mouth. She squealed in shock. No one had ever touched her there before; it had never occurred to her, and the sensations were indescribable. The tight buds hardened and ached, his wet mouth sending a line of heat that seemed to pool between her legs. Her body shifted restlessly, wanting something but no idea what. Jaraxx seemed to know much better than she did as his hand slid over her stomach. Before she knew what he was doing, his long fingers were probing at the secret area between her legs. She stiffened in shock, and then moaned as his fingers began stroking; sensations like nothing she had ever known before began building within her.

She was barely aware of her pants disappearing, or of him laying her on the bed. Everything seemed to be centered on the unbelievable sensations building between her legs. Something was spiraling, building within her. Her hips bucked and strangled whimpers escaped her throat.

“Please,” she whimpered. He smiled down at her.

His fingers quickened and he added his thumb on the tiny bead at the top. Her eyes closed and she screamed out as she felt herself fall over the edge into blissful oblivion. Isaura had barely begun to drift down from the lofty heights when she felt him settling between her legs. Her eyes flew open with shock as she felt him slide inside her. It was the oddest sensation, not painful, but a little uncomfortable and very full. Then he began moving, the smooth thrusts speeding up and the sensation building back up until her hips were bucking against him, legs wrapped around his hips, and moans rising until she reached the crest again.

This time she exploded; her body shattered as she screamed out his name. She felt him thrust deeply into her, his guttural groan telling her he’d found his own release. He rolled them to the side so he didn’t crush her, keeping her clasped against him. As her ragged breathing gradually slowed, she finally dared to look at him.

His green eyes were softer than she’d ever seen them. She could almost imagine tenderness there.

“Are you okay?”

Isaura nodded, touched by the concern in his voice. “That was amazing. I had never imagined…” she trailed off.

His face spread into a self-satisfied smile. “I told you you were mine; things will go much easier if you just admit it.”

She smiled. “Fine, I’m yours. But you’re mine too.”

He grinned back at her. “Of course, I thought you knew that.”

Jaraxx drew her closer still, and she felt him stirring within her. Okay, she could maybe get used to a life of sin.

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Thursday Tall Tales – Tempting Sin Part Two

Hi all,

Well, it’s been a busy week but we’re heading for weekend now (and into October – where has the year gone!). Carrying on with my free reads, this is part two of Tempting Sin (if you missed part one you can find it in the archive from last week or the link is here). Hope you’re enjoying!

1525424_608191512567983_2062027298_nIsaura’s legs were shaking as she entered the biker bar. She felt ridiculously out of place, with no idea if this was even the right spot. A wolf whistle almost made her hightail it out of there, but she was desperate.

“Excuse me?” she asked the bartender. His scraggly gray hair was knotted in a bandana. He looked her up and down, unimpressed. “I’m looking for someone. Maybe you know him. He’s tall, dark hair, has tattoos all down one arm.”

The man’s gaze flickered around the bar; her description could match half the guys here.

“He usually goes by Jaraxx.”

The man’s face was shuttered. “Never heard of ‘im.”

“Please,” she whispered. “It’s really important I find him.”

The man glanced at her, and then shook his head slowly. “Like, I said, don’t know ‘im, and if I were you I’d look somewhere else. This is not the place for someone like you.”

As if she didn’t know that. She felt despair push down on her. The man was lying, but what could she do? As she turned and headed for the door, a burly man blocked her way.

“Leaving so soon, pretty lady?” he asked. The look on his face made her shiver.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I need to go.” She tried to step around him, but was stopped by a meaty hand taking her arm in an iron grip.

“What’s your rush? Stay and have a little fun.”

She tugged her arm but he didn’t budge. “I really need to go. Someone’s waiting for me.” She heard the note of desperation.

The man obviously could too; a slow smile spread over his face. “I don’t think anyone’s waiting for you, cutie. I think you’re all on your own. But don’t worry, we’ll keep you company.”

Isaura began struggling in earnest now, but she might as well have been trying to move a brick wall. He dragged her against him and she felt his beery breath a second before meaty lips covered hers in a bruising kiss.

A freezing chill suddenly cut through the air, and the bar behind them went deathly quiet. A voice cut through the silence.

“Get your hands off her. Now.”

Isaura sagged with relief and spun around to see Jaraxx standing there. She swallowed at the look on his face. His eyes were literally glowing and his expression promised death. The man holding her shifted uncomfortably.

“Hey, we were just having a little fun. I didn’t know she was with you.”

Jaraxx stepped forward and removed the man’s hand from her arm in a way that made him wince in pain and tucked her into his side.

“Now you know.”

The man was cradling his hand against his chest and fear filled his eyes. “Yeah, man, sorry. Won’t happen again.”

Jaraxx gazed at him as though he was debating whether to kill him or not. The man shrank back on himself, looking terrified. Isaura found herself actually feeling sorry for the man. No matter what he might have had planned for her, she didn’t want him to die. She lightly touched Jaraxx’s arm and he glanced down, fire still raging in his eyes.

“I want to go now, please,” she said softly.

She had a brief impression of the other man’s expression of relief before she felt the cool night air on her skin. The sense of freedom was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes. Jaraxx looked at her with concern.

“Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

She didn’t add, “Thanks to you,” but the thought of what could have happened suddenly struck her and she felt tears building. He cupped her face in his hands, those deep green eyes looking down into her soul.

“Do you want me to go back and kill him?”

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