Wednesday WIP

Hi all,

Hope your week is going well. Apologies for the lack of posts – 2017 is kicking my butt already *sighs* Still, it’s not all bad – have just started editing my witchy/vampire novella so I’ll share a wee snippet with you now. (Please bear in mind, just started editing so please forgive any mistakes!)

 

Venn stared at the little cottage with some trepidation. It cottagewas just so… cutesy. Warm red brick with a neat little garden, shadowed in the growing darkness, leaden-paned windows and a sloping roof. He wouldn’t be surprised to see deer and little bunnies frolicking through the grass. Urgh. This did not look like the home of a powerful witch. Maybe it was a kind of camouflage? Still it wasn’t as though he had a great deal of options here. Everyone else had turned him away. If this witch couldn’t help he was pretty much screwed.

He glided through the night to the painted front door. There was a neat, hand-printed sign.

For enquiries, come to back door.

Great. Like a servant, or a delivery person. Gritting his teeth he made his way round to the back and knocked sharply on the door. It flung open, spilling out warm light and framing the form of a small woman. He blinked at her a moment. Short, curvy, with brown, slightly frizzy hair pulled back in a messy up-do and thick glasses that gave her the look of a blinking owl. This – this was his last hope?

“Can I help you?”

Her voice was surprisingly rich and smooth. Fine, he was here now, though he wasn’t feeling optimistic.

“I hope so. You are the witch in residence here?”

Maybe she was an assistant or something? There could be someone inside who reeked of power. Her eyes narrowed as though she sensed his thoughts.

witch-fantasy_00408573“The one and only. I am Elizabeth Garrett Morrigan. And I need a good reason to want to help a vampire.”

He sighed. At least she had enough power to know what he was, that was surely a start.

“My name is Venn Draconius. I was told that you can be sympathetic to those who others shun. I am badly in need of help. I am under a curse.”

Her brow furrowed. “What kind of curse?”

“Could we perhaps discuss inside?”

A male voice came from inside the house. “Libby, don’t you dare invite a vampire in here.”

Venn raised an eyebrow. “I assure you no harm will come to anyone in this house on my account.” His lips twisted cynically. “I give you my word on that. Even if I had the inclination, the execution is no longer possible for me.”

The woman stared at him for a long moment, almost as if she was taking his measure. He was surprised to notice that her eyes behind those huge lenses were actually quite beautiful, a deep forest green with tiny flecks of gold around the iris. Odd, he hadn’t noticed a woman’s eyes in probably a century.

She suddenly stepped back, gesturing him in. “I invite you into my home.”

He gave her a brief bow, before stepping past her into a warm and homely kitchen. Curious, he glanced around for the source of the male voice. Perhaps she felt safe because she wasn’t alone.

“I honestly cannot believe you, Libby.” The voice sounded again, close, like it was in the room, but Venn couldn’t see any sign of anyone. “If we’re all killed in our sleep I swear I will never let you live it down.”

Libby gave a brief smile and gestured to an odd shape on the wall. “This is Huwie. Don’t mind him.”

“Don’t mind me? Don’t mind me! That’s gratitude for you.”

“Is that a starfish?”

Venn stared in bewilderment as one of the tiny creature’s arms flapped around, obviously in time with his distress.

She sniffed. “That is Huwie, he is my friend and my familiar and if you expect me to even consider helping you then you’ll be nice to him.”

Be nice to a talking starfish? Obviously this witch was crazier than he’d thought, but for now he needed to keep her on side.

“Erm, nice to meet you?”

Was he supposed to shake hands as well, and which of those waving arm/limb things were classed as hands? He felt the strangest urge to laugh. Again something that hadn’t ocurred to him in more years then he cared to remember.

“Take a seat,” the little witch gestured him to one of the wooden chairs at the table, “and tell me about this curse.”

sl-promo2And if you’re looking for a free read – Scarlett Legacy is currently up on Instafreebie. If you haven’t got your copy yet then grab it now, and make sure you’re caught up for the new release next month 🙂

Scarlett Legacy

 

Take care x

Guest Author – Brantwijn Serah with The Pact

Hi all,

How’s your Sunday going? I’m off to a vintage fair this afternoon, which should be fun, but before that I’m thrilled to have the fab Brantwijn Serah dropping in. Brantwijn is a wonderfully talented author, who I’m very jealous of because she seems to be able to do multiple genres effortlessly 🙂 She’s going to chat to us about her brand new release, The Pact, which is wild west with a definite twist! Read on to find out more 😉

 

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

brantwijn-serrahI’m a SoCal girl who loves rain more than sun, author of supernatural fantasy and fiction (as well as steamy romance), and the proud mother of five crazy furbabies. I take part in National Novel Writing Month every year, which is how The Pact came to be. Every book in the series – there are 8 total – started out as a National Novel Writing Month novel. When I’m not writing, I like to work on art including drawing, painting, digital art, and unique crafts like custom My Little Ponies.

Wow, that should give me a kick for my own Nano this month 🙂 Was there a specific moment where you first knew that you wanted to be a writer?

My earliest memory of writing is from when I was six. Our class was taught how to use basic shapes to draw three simple characters: an owl, a frog, and a pig. Then the teacher asked us to write a story about them. Though I didn’t realize it at the time, I incorporated literary device into my little tale, things like suspense and dramatic irony. I had no idea what they were; I wrote it that way because that’s how the books I read were written. I wouldn’t have even realized I’d done anything unique except my teacher pulled me aside and pointed it out. It was she told me that I wrote “like a writer”. I think I’ve wanted to be a storyteller, more than anything else, ever since.

Aww, that’s lovely. Do you have a particular writing routine, or any special rituals?

Lately I’ll find a YouTube video with and hour or two of instrumental music (nothing with words), pop on my headphones, and just write. I’ve saved hour-long videos of Celtic music, “Epic” music, “Spooky” music. Whatever is appropriate for what I’m currently writing, I’ll pop a similar video on and just go with it. It’s not really the same as using music as inspiration…I don’t really incorporate anything from the music into the work. It’s more like just white noise, blocking out distraction and centering my brain in the tone of the work.

I’m with you, I need very specific things on in the background when I’m writing – I can’t stand quiet but it can’t be anything too distracting either! Tell us about the genre you write in, and what drew you to it.

I write across many genres. Up until now all of my published works have been part of the erotica genre, spanning dark erotica, fantasy, sci-fi, and paranormal. The Pact, besides being my first non-romance release, is part of a genre known as “weird west”. It’s your typical style of Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, Tombstone-style Western story, but with a dash of something—just about anything—weird. In this series, it’s ancient world magic.

I have never heard that term before lol – but, hey who doesn’t love a bit of ‘weird’ thrown in? Are there any particular authors or books that have really inspired you?

I have a lot of favorites who have inspired me. I think my all-around favorite is JK Rowling, however. I think her talent for storytelling is amazing on many, many levels, and in fact I’m not sure she gets quite as much credit as she deserves. Other favorites are Stephen King, Jim Butcher, and lately Sarah Waters.

Yay, huge Potterhead here as well 🙂 What five things could you never do without?

Such a complex question! There are so many things, but for sake of time I’ll stick to five I could never do without in my writing career. First off, my laptop, since basically my whole life and every book I’ve ever worked on is on there, along with production notes, murdered darlings, and research. Second would have to be my iPod mini, where most of my writing music currently resides. When I get stuck I set that thing on shuffle and let the random selection of music speak to me. Thirdly is #SchalaMyMuse, the living beanie baby of a cat who flops down on my legs anytime I’m writing, to loan me her advice and expertise on the creative process. Fourth is an ice-cold unsweetened tea to mull over while I work. And fifth is my husband, who provides me a sounding board, a critical ear, and expert advice when I get stuck on some portion of the story. Mind you, those are in no particular order of importance…take any one of them away and I’m going to be throwing a fit!

Tell us a bit about your new release.

The Pact was my first-ever NaNoWriMo novel, written in November of 2006. It’s a supernatural weird west adventure, great for teens and adults who enjoy fantasy, urban fantasy, and sci-fi. It takes place in the fictional world of Geiral and follows a lady bounty hunter and hexslinger. She’s on the trail of her ultimate prey, the man who changed everything for her, with one goal. Whether that goal is justice or vengeance, well…that all depends on how you see things.

Oooh, sounds intriguing! Where did your inspiration for it come from?

When I started The Pact, I had also just started playing a weird west roleplaying game called Deadlands. I loved the setting and the style so much, I had to write a story rooted in it. The Pact isn’t a literal re-telling of any of my actual role-playing games or even a role-playing character…but it definitely takes a lot of inspiration from them.

I do love gaming for a bit of inspiration. What did you find most enjoyable about writing it?

Certainly the setting was enjoyable to me, but Serenity—the main character—was a ton of fun to write. To me, she’s like Malcolm Reynolds, Harry Dresden, Roland Deschain, and Catwoman all rolled into one.

Lol, that’s quite a combination 😉 What was the hardest part about writing it?

The story’s setting is roughly based on the American West in the 1860’s. So that means I have to do a lot of research as to the kinds of technology, medical knowledge, and cultures of that time. From time to time I find the research doesn’t play out in my favor, to do the things I want to do in the story. I do get a little leeway, of course, because it is actually a fictional world…but I walk a pretty close line between legit poetic license and cheating.

Hehe, yup, I always like having a purely fictional ‘country’ as I can base it on certain places but have the wee bit of a buffer against people who call me out on my ‘inaccuracies’! Who’s your favourite character in it? (I know, I know, favouritism!)

My favorite character doesn’t actually show up until the third book in the series. But for sake of answering the question, I’ll say that, in this book, my favorite character is actually Nathara, a developmentally disabled non-verbal character introduced in the second half. That will probably seem very strange to people, once they read the book, but Nathara has always touched a particular part of me. I don’t necessarily identify with her, personally. But she has a charm and an innocence to her that makes her a real joy to have along with me for the adventure.

Why should we run out and buy it right now? J

I’m told one of my strongest talents is building a world and a story readers can really immerse themselves in. You should run out and buy The Pact because you won’t want to miss the adventure inside.

 

Check out the book details here:

Blurb

cover-the-pactFleshlings and darklings… Rune-weavers and demons… When you walk in the land of the Reaper, who will survive?

Serenity Walker has cast runes for as long as she can remember. Her teachers call her a prodigy, and her secret studies hold the key to unlimited potential. Once an orphan left on an old woman’s doorstep, Serenity finally belongs. But when her mentor is murdered right in front of her, her hopes of a home die with him.

Her quest for vengeance leads her into a dangerous deal with a demon. Armed with its dark power and her own talent with the runes, she blazes a trail across the lands where ranchers and railroad men are kings, where the prevailing law is the law of the gun. To find the man who reshaped her past, Serenity offers up her future. She’ll face a world where weavers are hunted down to be hanged, whipped, or burned alive…but she won’t face it alone.

As Serenity’s mission takes her farther than most weavers are willing to go, she’ll have to decide who her true enemy is: the wicked men of the world, or the powerful demon inside her.

And you can get your hands on a copy here:

Buy Links:

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Champagne Books

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Take care x

My Sexy Saturday – 12/11/16

Hi all,

Yay, it’s weekend and after a rather stressful week all round, I think we’re all needing it. I’m excited to be back taking part in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop, and since the theme this week is ‘Sexy in the Sky’ I thought i’d share a wee excerpt from one of my latest WIPs. This is my deathly allergic witch and cursed vampire novella – and woot, it was just finished last weekend. Well, the first draft anyway, lots of edits to go yet 😉 Hope tou enjoy though x

 

“You have got to be kidding me?” The look on his face would have been almost amusing if Libby wasn’t already a little worried herself.

56000cae3cf8306e57939fef860e1c4a“Don’t be such a baby.” She patted the broom in what she hoped was a reassuring manner.

Okay, so maybe it was a slightly older mode. Older in this case meaning ancient and ever so mildly on the decrepit side, but these things were built to last. This had actually been her aunt’s, and a couple of fading stickers on the worn wood at the back hinted at the kind of globe-trotting life Libby had never had. If she was perfectly honest then she’d never actually taken it any further than Cornwall on a mini-break but, really, how much harder could it be to take it that little hop further to Northern Africa?

Venn was still staring her with that ‘hell no’ expression stamped all over his handsome face.

“Look, it’s not like we have a huge amount of options here. Every commercial airline in the country has supernatural security checks now – that would pick you up straight away. Do you have enough power to get yourself there on your own?”

She was 99% sure that he didn’t. She also know that he was going to resent to hell her mentioning it. She’d already gathered that most of his powers had been diminished since he’d been cursed. The smallest surge of power gave him a drawn look, tight lines round his mouth. The amount of power needed to get a body that distance would be well beyond him right now. As she’d expected his face closed down, anger and resentment flashing in those blue eyes.

“No,” his voice was clipped and she saw the effort it took to admit that.

“So, this is the best option. I’m a great driver – honest!”

A long drawn out sigh escaped him. “It appears I have little choice in the matter.”

She flashed him a grin. “That’s the spirit!”

She may be fibbing but shhhh 🙂 Don’t forget to check out the rest of the fab authors taking part today – the link is here

Have a great weekend x

Monday Catch Up

Hi all,

Monday rolls round again – hope you’ve got a fun week planned. I think a bit of spookiness and a lot of candy is probably mandatory 😉 I’m spending my day trying to avoid facebook and twitter so no one spoils The Walking Dead for me – unfortunately it’s on too late here for me to stay up and watch so have to wait until I get home tonight. Am very nervous about who dies – I may be crying into my Halloween candy later lol.

Who else is a fan? Have you seen it yet? If you’re still in a zombie mood then check out my giveaway from yesterday – I’ve giving away free ebook copies of my zombie-themed paranormal romance (I promise it’s not as scary as TWD!) Link is here: http://shellirosewarne.com/free-paranormal-romance-ebook-halloween/

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Anyway, lots to do – really need to get some writing in inbetween being traumatised by a tv show 🙂 Hope you have an equally fun day planned!

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

Tuesday Catch Up

Hi all,

A shiny new week and a shiny new website! It’s still rather a work-in-progress so please excuse any teething blips and more content is being added so if there’s a random blank page it’s probably in the process of being filled 🙂 It has definitely been a bit of a tasking job (complete with total mess-up at weekend where I broke the whole site and had to have a rather amazing friend baby-step me through fixing it lol!) Hopefully, I’m slightly starting to get the hang of the new set-up though – comments always welcome!

img_5259Apart from that though, it’s been the usual business here. Drizzt and Dresden are starting to settle in nicely – first vet visit yesterday so they are all checked over and jabbed up. It’s great to see the difference in Drez in particular, who’s gone from hiding behind the sofa for most of the first week to insisting I drop everything so he can sprawl over my lap for cuddles. Possibly not the best thing in terms of productivity, but you try saying no to that little face 🙂

witch-fantasy_00408573Despite cat distractions though, work is happening. My standalone witchy/vampire novella is almost finished and I’m having a lot of fun writing it. It’s a little lighter than my usual style so it’s nice to have that bit of humour in it and I really hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much. My wolfie book is still with my editor but progress is being made and fingers crossed shall get it back soon and then can update with a release date (exciting!). I’m also putting the finishing touches to the cover and am really happy with it – so can’t wait to share 🙂

Hope you’re all having a fab start to the week. Take care x

Wednesday WIP

Hi all,

Well, we’re hitting Hump Day so at least we’re making it through the week 🙂 To hopefully help you out I’m sharing an excerpt from my current WIP. This is from the novella I’m working on and is a bit lighter so far than my current series. This is a WIP so isn’t edited yet – hence, please forgive me any mistakes 😉 Really hope you enjoy!

 

tumblr_n0qucd56B61sjoq1co1_500“A-tishoo!” Libby groaned as the fine yellow powder scattered like the wind. “Damn it!”

“Bless you.”

“Thank you, Huwie.”

Libby quickly cleared up the brightly-coloured dust and then held her breath as she measured out a new portion. She would get this potion finished if it killed her. Some days it felt like it might do.

“So, who are you playing the bleeding heart for this time?”

The voice came from behind her. Libby made sure she sealed the top of the container before turning to scowl at the speaker.

“That’s not nice, Huwie. Mrs Flaherty is really having problems and you know I couldn’t just sit by and watch her suffer.”

witch-fantasy_00408573Huwie swivelled one salt-crusted arm round so his tiny face could peer at her.

“She is not suffering. She laid a guilt-trip on you and you gave in, just like you always do.”

Libby sighed. He was probably right. She was well aware she had issues with saying no to people and sometimes they didn’t realise just what it cost her. Magic was in her blood, the women in her family had been witches for more generations than most people could trace back. It was just unfortunate that she seemed to have problems none of them did.

She removed her thick glasses a moment and rubbed at her watering eyes as she blinked at the potion recipe. She could cope with being allergic to fur, dust, pollen, gluten, various fruits, nuts, to be honest more things that she could generally list – but did she have to be allergic to magic? The one thing that made her vaguely special, that set her apart as something other than a nerdy woman with jamjar glasses, frizz-prone hair and her most significant relationship being with a starfish. Yup, a starfish.

 

Take care x

Sexy Saturday Sale!

Hi all,

Hope your weekend is going well. I’m trying to catch up with some writing, but in the meantime, I have a sale on this week! Love Reawakened is just 0.99 – check out the excerpt below.

 

witch 2A warm glow curled in her chest at his words. She didn’t remember him ever really thanking her for anything before. “You’re welcome. Thank you for being willing to help me out of this mess.”

He grinned at her. “Hey, it’s my pleasure. It’s not all been horrendous.”

She managed a weak smile back, but all she could see in her mind was the stunning voodoo priestess with her tongue down his throat. Yeah, he was just having a ball, wasn’t he?

“What’s wrong, Emma?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she muttered. “I better go to bed.”

He reached out and took her arm. “It’s not nothing. What’s upset you?”

She scowled at him. “I am not upset. I am just apparently not having as much fun today as you are.”

He was frowning now as well. “What is that supposed to mean? You dragged me in on this. I’ve just been trying to help.”

“Yeah, and it’s been just awful for you hasn’t it, having to put up with gorgeous women jumping you!”

“Well, I don’t know if you quite jumped me, but I suppose since I was almost incapacitated at the time…”

Emma’s face flamed and anger surged through her. “You know damn well I wasn’t talking about me. That woman was all over you, and I didn’t see you exactly complaining about it!”

His eyes widened. “This is about Carisa? That’s what you’re upset about?” He started laughing, and Emma lost the last vestige of her control. Wrenching her arm free, she slammed her fist into his uninjured arm, causing a surprised grunt, and turned on her heel.

“You are a jackass, and I’m going to bed!”

Love Reawakened 3She managed to take two steps before he grasped her again, whirling her around. His lips came down on hers, fierce and demanding, and to her disgust, it took less than ten seconds before she’d stopped struggling and opened her mouth for him. Christ, what was wrong with her? She was furious right now, but all he had to do was touch her and she went up in flames. His tongue plunged deep, possessively, and his arm around her waist crushed her closer. Giving up, she kissed him back just as fiercely, her hand sliding in his hair and her nails digging into his back through his t-shirt. When he pulled back a few inches, they were both breathing heavily.

 

If you’re not convinced yet, it also has zombies, magic, a witch, a rather ‘ahem’ yummy necromancer and a zombie cat – prizes if you can guess its name! Just what the doctor ordereed for the weekend, and now at a bargain price 😉

You can get your hands on a copy here:

Amazon: viewBook.at/LoveReawakened

Take care x

Wednesday Teaser

Hi all,

We’re halfway through the week – so Happy Hump Day 🙂 Hope you’re getting through, but in case you need a wee pick-me-up, I’m sharing an excerpt. This week’s is from my new release, Love Reawakened. Hope you enjoy x

 

nightShocked 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.”

The 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.”

Love Reawakened 3You can buy Love Reawakened here:

Amazon – viewBook.at/LoveReawakened

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/647247

Take care x

Release Day – Love Reawakened

Hi all,

Squee, it’s release day for Love Reawakened so I’m definitely excited. If you’re looking for witches, zombies, magic, a rather hawt necromancer and, of course, a healthy dose of romance thrown in, then look no further 🙂

Love Reawakened 3Blurb

For Emma Strachan, raising zombies is all in a day’s work. A girl has to pay the bills somehow! But when what should be a simple raising goes horribly wrong, Emma is forced to ask for help from the one man she swore never to see again.

Garret is used to being a loner, as a necromancer he works best that way and frankly, with the dangers he faces every day, it’s easier not to have to look out for anyone else. When Emma shows up on his doorstep desperate for help, he vows to ignore the raging attraction between them – after all a pretty, fun-loving witch has no place in his world.

Now Emma and Garret will need to put aside old resentments in order to try and defeat a zombie unlike anything they have seen before. Trust might not come easy, but it may be their only chance to survive.

You can get your copy on Amazon here – and please do share, I’d really appreciate it.

viewBook.at/LoveReawakened

 

Thanks so much and take care x