Monday, June 29, 2015

Guest Post & Book Feature - Between Love and War by Sheri Velarde

Welcome Sheri Velarde back to the blog with her new release!

Ancient gods and mythology have long been a fascination of mine. I read every mythology book I could find as a child/teen. Never did I think that one day I would be writing about gods in some of my stories and having said stories actually published. But with the Gods Behaving Badly series that is exactly what is happening, I am actually getting paid to write about misbehaving gods! How cool is that? I still don’t quite believe it myself,

This series was never intended to be a series. It all started with Looted, which originally was going to be a standalone short about Aphrodite living in the modern world as an art thief. I was working in an art museum at the time and became fascinated with all the great art heists in history. As I began to write the story though, it became very evident that the characters had a lot more to say and that is how Stealing Hearts came to be. The more I wrote about Aphrodite (who goes by Sophia now, just so you know), the more other gods started to bug me to tell their story as well.

Ares makes an appearance in Stealing Hearts and he was the first to demand his own story be told, hence Between Love and War, the love story between Ares and Mania. Of course the mythology nerd is loving this series, I do take some liberties, but I am pulling from ancient myths for my inspiration. Gods in modern times are just so much fun to write about! I am already three books in, but some many more gods are talking to me. Poseidon just showed up in Between Love and War. Eros/Cupid has a story to tell from Stealing Hearts. (Incidentally Aphrodite and Eros’ daughter are in Lost Souls, a fallen angel story in the Gods Behaving Badly world). Athena needs to make an appearance. Hera I am sure will show up. And Zeus, well he won’t stand for getting none of the attention. Who else will speak to me from their myths and beg to come into our time? Who knows, I am just going along for the ride! That is half the fun of being an author.

Blurb:
After the Fall, Ares spent a thousand years searching for his lost love Mania. Thinking he had lost her forever, he settled into the life of a mercenary here on earth. Then the fates, and his sister the goddess of love, showed him Mania was alive and well. He travels to London hoping to regain what he had thought lost forever.

Mania had spent a millennia as a wraith of madness before slowly starting to rebuild herself into a new and independent woman. Art had been her outlet and her savior. Then one night her world is turned upside down when her old love walks back into her life. Can she love him again and still remain the woman that she had become?

Unbeknownst to both of them a mysterious organization is lurking in the background and threatening to unravel the lives of all the gods on earth.

Excerpt:
Sighing with relief that she hadn’t slammed the door in his face, he offered her a coffee. “I know it’s early for you, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. I spent the whole night kicking myself for the way I behaved yesterday. I was so emotional and confused I even called my sister for advice. I never call anyone for advice, let alone the goddess of love.”
“What advice did Aphrodite have?” Maia asked curiously, a slight smile playing on her face.
“To stop acting like an ass and to come and talk to you,” he admitted.
Maia actually laughed. “I always did like her. Come sit down. I really wanted to talk to you after I saw you standing outside, but you ran so fast. I tried going to your hotel as well, but they said you were no longer staying there. Your phone had been disconnected. How did you managed to disappear entirely so quickly? I was afraid I’d never see you again or get to explain what you saw.”
“And what did I see?” Ronan held his breath as he waited for an answer.
“Not something to warrant such a strong reaction, though I suppose if you had been the one who had seemingly blown me off and then I found you in the arms of another woman I would have reacted badly as well.” She took a break to sip some coffee and nibble on her croissant. Her lips were making it hard for Ronan to concentrate. All he wanted to do was capture them with his own. “My friend and business partner lost his father the other day. I spent the day before yesterday taking care of things so that he wouldn’t have to. You saw me comforting him when you stopped by. There was nothing romantic about that hug. I swear.”
“So there’s still hope for me?” Ronan asked, leaning forward, close enough to kiss her, but not daring to just yet.
“There will always be hope for you when it comes to me, Ronan. I’ve always loved you…”
He didn’t need to hear any more. He leaned in and captured her lips, kissing her like he wished he had at her opening. He knew he shouldn’t push her, that he should pull away and give Maia the space his sister advised, but the magic, love, and lust swirling around as he kissed her wouldn’t let him. He had been searching for this ever since the fall and he had lost his one true love. Now that he had her again he didn’t know if he could ever let her go. The good news was that Maia wasn’t fighting or trying to pull back. Instead she leaned into the kiss, moaning softly. That was all the encouragement that he needed. He grabbed Maia and pulled her closer, lifting her easily and settling her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, never breaking their kiss.

About the Author:
Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her fiancé and their two dogs.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializing in paranormal romance and erotic romance.

She is constantly putting out new material with various publisher, so it is best to keep up with her on her website www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.

In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, and freelance non-fiction writer.

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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Happy Birthday to Me & A Present For You!

Today is my 19th (+ 14) birthday. To celebrate, I'm giving away one of my favorite books for free.

You can get my historical romance Wildwood Spring free from today until 7/2/15. Download it just in time to read for the holiday weekend!

Get it HERE. Don't have a Kindle? You can still read it for free by downloading the Kindle app to your computer, tablet, or phone!



Have a lovely weekend and happy reading!

Friday, June 26, 2015

Relax...

My long-awaited time has come--vacation, at last.

Well,  almost. I have an eight hour work day to get through first. I wish I could say vacation would be filled with days where I sleep in, write for a few hours, lounge in the sun, and be really, really lazy, but we kind of have more plans than that. The next couple of days are going to be hectic as we prepare the car for a road trip, I try to get the dogs to their grooming appointment on time, and we wash all our clothes in attempt to get packed and loaded by Monday evening.

I'm sure I'll have some lovely photos to show you of the time away from home. I'm also sure I'll probably accomplish no writing. In some ways, that's great. A break can be helpful. In other ways, it's frustrating, because of the get-it-done mentality I possess. Sometimes, after a long time away from a project, I don't want to finish it. I fall into the trap of, I stopped before, what's the point of going on? Especially because I'm an insecure writer anyway, so I find myself questioning the story as I write.

Don't get me wrong. I like the Vikings. If I didn't, I certainly wouldn't have started a new novel about them. But I'm always terrified no one is going to like it. Maybe this one won't be as good as the last one. Writing series scares the hell out of me. You'd think after years of writing and plenty of really good reviews I wouldn't worry, but yeah, I worry anyway.

Again, don't get me wrong. I'm glad to finally get a break. I'm really looking forward to visiting a place I've never been before. Even if I don't get to sleep in every day, I'll still be able to relax. When I'm not thinking about work, that is, but I'll try not to. I think vacation is going to be great. You know what they say--a writer never gets a vacation, because it's impossible to shut down the mind. If only there was an OFF switch for a little while. But I can't wait to get out of the office. I'm counting the minutes.

Ugh, come on, Friday. Release me from your work clutches.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

#TeaserTuesday Vikings, Vikings, Vikings

Because I'm about 30% into Her Heart's Desire, my second Viking novel, I'm luring you in with a look at Her Heart's Surrender. Vikings are hawt, y'all.

 Hella lifted her left foot and smoothed his thumbs over the bottom of her arch and into the ball of her foot.
A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth.
“Does it tickle?” he asked.
“A bit.”
He kissed the top of her foot and moved up to her ankle. The tightness in her leg eased as he worked. Trust me, give your whole self to me. He caressed the muscles and tendons gently as he stroked his hands up to her knee. She watched him from beneath hooded eyelids, languid as a cat basking in the sun. Whether she’d admit it out loud or not, her expression gave away her pleasure.
He repeated the ministration on her right leg from foot to knee, pleased when a little moan left her. Her thighs tempted him still, and he trailed the pads of his fingers up both. Soft skin covered her firm muscles. He intended to pore over every inch of her, know her, and show her how fortunate a wife she’d become.
Ealasaid’s stomach tightened when he rubbed his beard across her flesh then pressed a kiss directly below her navel.
He paused at a scar the length of his thumb less than a hand’s width below her navel. Raised and red, it must have been a vicious wound. “What made this?”
Sorrow clouded her eyes. “The White Raven’s blade. I do not wish to speak of it tonight, m’lord.”
The truth hit him like the weight of one of his hounds. This ugly scar told the story of why she couldn’t bear him sons. The wound almost cost her life. I should have killed him with my bare hands and released her from misery years ago. She wished to ignore it. He would too—for tonight.
She sucked in a breath when he kissed beneath her breasts. Her hands bunched the covers at her sides, and she wiggled her hips beneath him.
“All right there, little lamb?”
Color flushed her face. “Very well, m’lord.”
He laughed. “Perhaps I should stop. You seem bothered by the attention.”
“I would be more bothered without it.” Her voice barely crested the crackle of the fire. “Your skill with a sword is rivaled solely by your tongue.”

“A compliment. Surely this is a magical night.” He returned his attention to her body. It occurred to him the crafty old witch Ulrika might have used some spice or herb to flavor their mead, to make them hungry for one another. That, or Freya’s magic cast a powerful spell over him.

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Friday, June 19, 2015

The Writing Game

There's something about June that leaves me not wanting to blog. I'd rather do anything except try to come up with a topic right now. Because last year was so hectic and I didn't do much writing, I used that as an excuse. I don't have one now.

I've been busy editing, writing a synopsis, trying to push forward on a little Regency novella I'm working on. Yeah, that. I won't lie. It's scary. I have no idea what I'm doing with it. In fact, I'm a little horrified because I'm nearly one third done with it and the hero and heroine have met exactly once when she was reeling from a head injury. Good going. I really have to amp things up in the remaining two thirds.

My intentions were to go to work on another contemporary western--yeah, that too. I think I've written nearly a page. The title I came up with sounds stoopid, which is a point of frustration. So I turned elsewhere.

I got my hair did. You like?
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I'm back in 10th century Northumbria, hanging with my Viking friends. I did get the first 6000 words written shortly after I finished Her Heart's Surrender, but I put it aside in favor of finishing Tell. That, and I didn't have a super great plot idea worked out either. What? Me? Have a plot? Psssh, never stopped me before. I'm kind of grasping at straws here, because the poor Vikings have just come out of a war with some pretty serious casualties. I really don't want to shove them back in that situation again. My hero, Eoghann, is having some serious doubts about almost everything going on in his life, except his recent marriage, but he's worried that Idunna is going to dump him once she gets what she wants. It's quite the problem. I can obviously give her what she wants, but if they're on the run--and likely to be--that's going to complicate things. I have the utmost confidence Eoghann and Idunna will figure this out for me. I've gotten about 7000 words down this week and things are progressing nicely. I'm very proud of how well the Viking stories almost write themselves. I've been doing tons of research too, which I find fun. You can never know too much about Vikings, right? For most of my other books, I just make stuff up, minus some of the historical points in the western historicals. I do try to stick to facts, or at least as well as I know them.

I'd kind of taken a break from writing for the last couple of weeks. It's nice to be back in the swing of things. I feel better when I'm torturing characters (spoiler alert: I shot an arrow into Eoghann. It felt so good). Especially when it's smooth going. Here's hoping the next 36-40 thousand words go as well.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Book Feature - Scandalous Intentions by Amanda Mariel


Scandalous Intentions (book two Ladies and Scoundrels)
Amanda Mariel
Release Date: June 18, 2015
Publisher: Three Worlds Press
Length: 40k/about 120 pages in eBook
Heat Rating: 2
Genre: Historical Romance, Victorian
Get it at: Amazon || Amazon UK || ARe || Kobo


Lady Sarah wants the freedom granted to men, but her only hope is a notorious rake out to keep his inheritance at any cost. Neither counted on falling in love.

Long Blurb:

When faced with losing his inheritance, notorious rake Lord Julian Luvington sets his sights on Lady Sara. She’s as respectable as they come, just what his father ordered. But the lady shall not be easily won.

She’s determined to marry for love or not at all, and she’ll do anything to obtain the freedom granted to men. A blackguard like Lord Luvington could destroy her hard-won reputation, but marriage to him also offers her the opportunities she can’t achieve on her own. What’s a lady to do?

When Lord Luvington refuses to abandon his pursuit, Lady Sara proposes an arrangement. Only the price may be more than either bargained for. Lady Sara could lose more than her social standing and Julian could lose his heart.

Excerpt:
Sarah pushed out a sigh as Lord Luvington lead her toward a stone bench nestled among the lush green hedge.

“Shall we sit for a moment? I wish to explain.” He pressed his arm against her hand then loosened it again.

She looked away. “Very well. Though I cannot imagine what you might say to change things.”

Sarah hesitated for a moment, reluctant to release her grip on him before she lowered herself onto the bench. The stone’s cool exterior seeped through her skirts, a welcome contrast to the warmth radiating through her. She rested one hand on her lap and waved her fan with the other.

Lord Luvington positioned himself on the bench a smidgen closer than was proper, angling himself so that he faced her. The fresh spring scents of foliage and flowers took on a heady intensity. She stared fixedly at the hedge in front of her. Her face flamed though she could not credit it to the heat of the atmosphere.

She needed to take control of the situation before it swept her away. “Speak your piece and be done with it. I do not wish to linger here over long.” He flashed a toe-curling grin just before she glanced away.

“What I said in the park was the truth. Is the truth. But there is more to it than just my need of a respectable wife.”

“Do tell.” She lowered her fan to her lap, its ribbons trailing in the breeze, and locked her gaze with his.

“I have come to care for you, admire you, even. You’re a fascinating and attractive woman.”

She plucked at her satin skirts as the heat climbed back into her face.

“It is true that I will not inherit the duchy without a proper society wife. It is the very reason I began looking for one. I shall not deny it, but nor is it the reason I continue to pursue you.” He reached up and brushed a curl that had escaped her bonnet away from her cheek.

His fingers left a tingling trail in their wake, and something inside Sarah began to crumble. She glanced down at the path they had just walked.

“I would like the chance to make this right. Allow me to court you, Lady Sarah. Let us discover if there might be something real between us.”

She glanced at him, unsure how to respond. Her mind screamed no, but her heart and soul begged for him. She wanted to reach out and run her hand across his strong jaw, feel his lips pressed against hers, discover what it felt like to be in his arms.

“Spend the rest of the party in my company, Lady Sarah. Grant me one afternoon to change your mind.”

A wave of tingles ran down her and congregated in her abdomen at his smile. This was dangerous, and she knew it. And yet…

About the Author:
Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. Her hobbies include reading, writing, crocheting, traveling, photography, and spending time with her family. Some of Amanda Mariel's favorite places in the continental U.S. are Harper's Ferry West Virginia and Sea Brook New Hampshire. She loves the history that surrounds them and visits every chance she gets.

Amanda Mariel lives along the Lake Huron shore line in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long standing love affair with sugary junk food.

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Friday, June 12, 2015

A Peek into My Mind - Rosemar the Lust Demon

There are lots of things you aren't privvy to as a reader when you pick up a book. What's going on inside the mind of the writer, for one. Lots of things. Especially when the plot is wrapped around three half demon brothers, their love interests and the assorted chaotic secondary characters. Today, I'm giving you a look what one of my favorite controversial characters, Rosemar.

Rosemar is the lust demon who shares head space with Beryl Brookshier. In a way, they're both love interests for Eban. She was granted use of Beryl's body by her liege lord, Seere, to use it in times of battle when the Heckmasters required allies. Unfortunately, dragging a demon around takes its toll on the human body. Eban's mission becomes to rid Beryl of Rosemar.

For the sake of The Heckmasters series, Rosemar has a name suitable for human tongues, but like many of the demonic/angelic characters, she also has one that isn't. I won't even go there. She's not ashamed of being ancient. What she is ashamed of is how she was trapped in Hell for ages and only released when she became of use--that is, once Seere bound her to him before his big break from Hell. Her original purpose on Earth? To oversee the relationships of men and women. To help them rise and fall, to bring great love and serious tragedy to the world. To quote her:

"This is my task. I make men and women fall in and out of love all the time. My first master gave me special privilege. I saw to the population of Earth when it was young, I saw to the tragic death of lovers, to women straying from their husbands’ beds. I’ve created and broken some of the most powerful couples in the world. Antony and Cleopatra. Paris and Helen of Troy. Cupid and Persephone. Albert and Victoria. Poor Mr. Lincoln and Mary Todd."

Yeah, she's a bit of a beyotch.

Here's what you didn't know about her and this never fully formed as a plot in Eban (The Heckmasters, Book 2):

Eban attempts to invoke the power of Heaven to get Rosemar out of Beryl's head. He does call down an angel, Eliakim, who clearly has no interest in banishing Rosemar. He claims his intent is to watch and wait, and see what Seere is up to. He willingly hangs out with Rosemar as he studies Earth in a way that was never possible for him before.

Why hang out with Rosemar?

My original plan was to turn Rosemar away from the dark side and give her another body. She still has the capacity to manipulate love--i.e. she's the reason Wystan and Rhia are together and she tries to bind Eban to herself rather than Beryl. 

However, because I'm a romantic at heart and hopeful that even total jackasses can be reformed (thus the premise for Berner, New Mexico Territory), I half intended for Rosemar to fall in love with Eliakim. Together they would defeat the evil coming to town and help the Heckmasters before they rose off into the sunset or whatever.

That plot string never made it anywhere close to being in the first draft because I came up with something even better. Something I hope will surprise you, because I was a little shocked when I wrote it.

She's complicated, cruel, and unusual. I hope you enjoy the nastiness that is Rosemar. I'd be lying if I didn't say allowing her to occupy space with a woman who found her tastes and habits repulsive was really interesting.

You can read all about her and the nastiness she pulls in Eban (The Heckmasters, Book 2).

Grateful for his mother’s human blood that cools the dark fire of his demon father, Eban Heckmaster has set up a medical practice in New Mexico territory. But there’s no hope of living a normal life until he rids himself of a seductive demon that’s been pursuing him.

Vanquishing it won’t be as simple as sharpening his demon-hunting sword. The clever creature is hiding inside his best friend’s head, and she has no idea of the havoc she’s been wreaking, especially with his body.

Beryl suspects Eban knows why she’s been waking up with no memory of where she’s been or what she’s done, but he’s not talking. But when she inevitably learns what he’s hiding—or rather, what’s hiding inside her—she wonders if her love for him is real, or an illusion created by the demon’s lust.

Eban is losing the battle to hold his rising desire in check. There may be only one way to extricate Beryl from the beast entangling her mind. Call upon his demon blood...and offer it as a sacrifice.

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Thursday, June 11, 2015

Thirsty Thursday - Eban (The Heckmasters, Book 2)



I have been total poo at blogging this week. I couldn't think of anything. And my mind is still totally useless on the subject of topics, so I got you an excerpt, randomly chosen, from Eban (The Heckmasters, Book 2). There's some language, so if you're not a fan of that, you might want to pass it over.

Enjoy.

In the shadow of the angel statue, Eban hung his head, resting it in his palms. Jesus, everything was a mess. He’d convinced himself sitting for a couple of hours at Rhia’s table for Sylvie’s sake was doable, but he hadn’t been able to force himself past the foyer.
Instead of the walk clearing his mind, it seemed to make things muddier.
“Hey, asshole.”
Eban looked up into Tell’s scowling face.
How his brother had found him was a mystery, but Tell’s talents for knowing things never ceased to amaze him.
“Come to drag me back to the party?” He slouched more, unable to summon the energy to sit up straight. “There’s nothing you can say that would make me go back there.”
“Eliakim showed up. He’s going to tell her everything.”
Eban jerked upright. “You’re serious.”
Tell rolled his eyes. “As a parasite imp.”
“How did he know where she was?” He got to his feet, then turned toward the street again.
“Angel, remember? It’s your job to make sure he stays away from her. That means you can’t run off and pout because Wys got the girl you were never supposed to have.”
Tell all but shoved him along the street.
“I wasn’t pouting.” In fact, he’d been imagining sharing a bed with Beryl. She loved him—he could see it on her face—and it scared the hell out of him. “Just thinking. Not that you’d understand. You just carry your brain around to store information about monsters, not about other kinds of problems.”
“Comes in handy, don’t it?”
They found Wystan and Eliakim standing beneath the cottonwood tree. The angel looked bizarre in his cowboy gear, especially considering his resemblance to Seere, who never wore anything but custom-made suits.
To Eban’s surprise, Wystan didn’t look the least bit threatened. His knife was tucked away and he leaned against the tree with a casualness he seldom displayed.
“What’s going on?”
Wystan jerked his thumb at the angel. “I’m explaining the intricacies of a little girl’s birthday party to Eliakim. The presents, the cake, the food. It’s a special day, or so Rhia says.”
“Beryl said the same thing.” Eban rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t imagining his older brother getting along with a heavenly being they’d all been certain would slay them without a moment’s notice.
The door flew open and Beryl emerged. Rhia was right behind her.
“You called?” The harsh voice that left Beryl’s throat belonged to Rosemar. She didn’t look at the rest of them, her gaze pinned on Eliakim.
I desired company, but my thirst for the blood whiskey you gave me has been slaked for the need to see a party on the day set aside to celebrate the child’s birth.”
“I don’t think inviting him in is the answer here, Wys,” Tell protested.
Eliakim glared at him. “I was not requesting an invitation.”
Eban studied Rosemar. “I don’t think you’re needed here anymore.”
Rosemar pouted. “A birthday party and I’m not invited?” She sidled up to Eban. “No matter. I’m sure there a couple of other things we could do instead.”
Her hand landed on his abdomen just south of his bellybutton. It was hotter than the land around the Pit. Eban pulled away.
“Bring Beryl back.”
“She has all the fun. It’s my turn. I left her alone last night, after all. Not that I didn’t see and feel everything that happened. I must say I enjoyed it as much as she did. You’re a better lover than I imagined.” Her smile widened. “I hope we can do it again tonight.”
“You slept with her?” Wystan demanded.
“It was Beryl! She wanted to—she asked me. I didn’t coerce her into it.”
But was it Beryl?
Rosemar smiled innocently. “Maybe she asked, and maybe she didn’t.”
Tell and Wystan fixed him with withering glares.
Eban glowered at Rosemar. “I think it’s time you headed back to the clinic.”
“You want to spoil my fun. I think it’s fair that I get to wish Sylvie a happy birthday. Beryl did.”
“You’re not coming in the house. Not until you bring Beryl back.” Rhia stood next to Wystan, her arms folded and her eyebrows drawn in a harsh slash.
“I’m welcome here as long as we’re fighting demons. The rest of the time no one wants anything to do with me.” Rosemar pouted again. “What an unfriendly bunch of people. The only one who likes me is the angel.”
I am merely curious about your intentions.” Eliakim eyed her.
She sneered. “I know you’re all up to something. You mean to be rid of me, but Seere won’t tolerate it. I’m his servant and I won’t be dismissed by the likes of you. By all means, tell Beryl a demon is using her as puppet. See if doesn’t drive her to madness. The truth will destroy her in ways I never could.”
“Is that true?” Eban demanded.
“Her mind is weak, filled with dark spots. She’s weepy over a past she barely remembers. She’ll never be able to take this news, but I insist. Tell her.”
Bile rose in his throat. He couldn’t imagine what the knowledge might to do Beryl. “She’s stronger than that.”
Rosemar poked her finger into his chest. “Your only chance of having her is accepting me as well.”
His stomach churned at the idea. “There must be another body you could take.”
Her lips pulled back in a snarl. “I want this one and I won’t give it up. When Prince Seere has collected his favors, there won’t be any of you left, but I’ll still reign inside the lovely Beryl.”
Hatred for the demon burned away his disgust. He knew Tell itched to take her head and rid the town of her mischief, but he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Beryl.
“Stay and enjoy cake and lemonade, Eliakim. I’ll be at the saloon.” Rosemar tossed her curls over her shoulder. She passed by Tell, giving him a lascivious smile. “If you’d rather join me, you’re quite welcome, Har—”
Tell’s action was a blur. Before Eban could blink or think to protest, Tell caught Rosemar in his arms.
“Did you hit her?” Eban asked.
“I can’t stand that bitch,” he growled. Her head lolled as he passed her to Eban. “I think you’re excused from the party now.”
Eban looked between him and Wystan. He wanted to punch Tell for hurting her. Dark anger made his vision red.
“Go on, Eb. Make sure she’s all right.” Wystan’s voice was soft and urging.
“You’ll pay for this,” he snapped at Tell.
“I’m trembling inside.” Tell gave a mock shiver. “I didn’t hit a woman, I hit a demon. You know I wouldn’t have done it, but she was fixing to take off for the saloon again, and Beryl doesn’t need that.”
Eban ignored him. Eliakim watched with a solemn expression. He didn’t offer any insight about whether he agreed with Tell’s actions.
“I think she can do without your help in the future.”
Tell pushed his hat up on his forehead. “You watch your back around her. She ain’t to be trusted. And stay away from her bed until we know Rosemar is gone for good. All we need is for her to bury her talons in you.”

Eban winced at the implication, but his anger was far from soothed by his little brother’s concern.


Grateful for his mother’s human blood that cools the dark fire of his demon father, Eban Heckmaster has set up a medical practice in New Mexico territory. But there’s no hope of living a normal life until he rids himself of a seductive demon that’s been pursuing him.

Vanquishing it won’t be as simple as sharpening his demon-hunting sword. The clever creature is hiding inside his best friend’s head, and she has no idea of the havoc she’s been wreaking, especially with his body.

Beryl suspects Eban knows why she’s been waking up with no memory of where she’s been or what she’s done, but he’s not talking. But when she inevitably learns what he’s hiding—or rather, what’s hiding inside her—she wonders if her love for him is real, or an illusion created by the demon’s lust.

Eban is losing the battle to hold his rising desire in check. There may be only one way to extricate Beryl from the beast entangling her mind. Call upon his demon blood...and offer it as a sacrifice.

Get it at: Samhain || Amazon || B & N || ARe || Google Play || Kobo

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Review of the Week So Far

I'm tired, y'all, though I'm hard-pressed to say why. It's difficult to say whether I have work burn-out, it's the weather, our mattress was made as a torture device, the birds seems to have an agenda against sleep, or because PeeWee keeps waking me up super early. It's probably time to get back on the vitamins, which might make me feel healthier too.

However, it's merely Wednesday, the day of Mercury, and four fantastic things have happened already. Allow me to divulge in no specific order:

Eins - Long and Short Reviews reviewed both Wystan and Eban (The Heckmasters) a short while ago. Wystan earned a 4 1/2 star review and Eban got a 5 star. Therefore, they were nominated for LASR's Book of the Month competition. I asked my writing circle to vote and--Wystan got Book of the Month. *trumpet fanfare*. I'm so happy and proud of my Heckmasters. 

Dos - If it's not cool enough that Wystan got 4 1/2 stars from LASR and BotM, it was also reviewed by InD'Tale magazine. It got 4 1/2 stars there, four steamy teapots, and a crowned heart. That's pretty dang good. In addition to Wystan doing so well...

Trois - Her Heart's Surrender was also reviewed by InD'Tale magazine. It got 4 1/2 stars, five steamy teapots and a crowned heart. I couldn't be more thrilled, except that I am, because...

IV - Her Heart's Surrender is also coming to print this week! The fine folks at Three Worlds Press have it all squared away. It should be at Amazon and Ingram shortly. 

If anything more exciting than this happens, my head could explode from all the awesomeness. That would be okay, I think.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Roads Diverged in a Wood

I'm thrilled this Monday morning to announce both Wystan and Eban (The Heckmasters 1 & 2) are up for Book of the Month at Long and Short Reviews if you want to pop in for a just a second and vote for one of them. It just takes a second--two clicks--I swear. Well, three to get you to the page, but you can vote HERE. Either of my Heckmaster men would love a click by their name.

Read the review for Wystan and Eban. They were both wonderful reviews, four and 1/2 and five stars respectively.

On Friday, I announced the completion of my 13th book, a historical romance set in Arkansas, but not Eureka Springs this time. Saturday, I decided it needed an epilogue to introduce another character who's mentioned in the story. He's the wandering brother of the hero, but should I deem him worthy (ha! Should he get mouthy and demand a story of his own) he'll be the hero of another novel. Love Won't Run is the title of the finished novel and it's my first western historical in over a year. I feel so triumphant, despite it being the 13th novel. Some might say it's unlucky, but I feel really optimistic.

So what's next?

I have plenty of options. Two are novellas for box sets, one scheduled to come out in November, the other set to release in February. Then there's that sequel begging to be written to Her Heart's Surrender. Not to mention since the Heckmasters trilogy is finished, I have an idea for another paranormal historical. Oh, I have lot of options, which is great. What to do, what to do? Shake the ideas up in a jar and pick one?

Nah, I think I have a pretty good idea. One of the box set word counts is 20k-ish, the other is 30k-ish. My intention is to work on them simultaneously, which will be fun since they're both different genres. Then I'll probably get started on the next Viking romance. You know, unless my good intentions put me on the road to Hell.