Author Nia Farrell

 Nia Farrell picNia Farrell has been writing for pleasure since junior high. Now that she writes about pleasure, she can share the fantasy worlds she visits and introduce readers to characters who remain with her long after their tales are told.

When crafting a story, Nia draws upon a rich diversity of life experiences, which include singer/songwriter, prize winning needle artist, private pilot, Reiki Master/Teacher, crystal healer, psychic fair reader, jewelry maker, physician’s assistant, factory worker, waitress, genealogist, period reenactor, and children’s author. If this life isn’t enough, there are plenty of others to choose from. Otherwise, she devotes hours of research to subjects outside her realm, determined that her stories ring true.

Nia lives on a farm in Southern Illinois (far, far from Chicago, in the heart of “Little Egypt”). A seventh generation Illinoisan, she is descended from Mayflower Pilgrims, American soldiers from the Revolutionary War to World War II, and Scottish nobility. She enjoys playing in the past and visits Ren fairs and historical reenactments in period attire, sharing her love of history and her passion for music. While her husband and two grown daughters may only read her nonfiction work, she appreciates their support in pursuing her dreams, one of which is being published in erotic romance. What inspired you to write your first book? Not counting the time travel novelette that I wrote in junior high, I was a stay-at-home mother with young children who’d discovered romance novels and was racing to catch up.  My husband saw how many books I was reading and said, “You could do that,” and I did.

How much real life do you put into or influences your books? I drew a lot on personal experience for my Three Graces Series. I’m a Reiki Master Teacher and have been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years.  Like Grace from Something Else, I’ve done readings at Irish festivals and New Age expos.  I know plenty of people with her psychic gifts and have a few of them myself, including clairsentience, empathy, dreamwork, and some mediumship ability.  And like Grace, I remember many of my past lives.  I’ve done sweat lodges like Nico in Something Else and have co-written music like Anna in Something Different.  Both our girls are gamers, helping me hone Anna’s character in that regard.  The most personal book, and the hardest to write, was Something More.  A dear friend of mine struggles with post-rape PTSD like Rachel, and two of my sister’s sons are autistic like Rachel’s daughter Hannah.  Their story is full of the challenges that they must face on a daily basis.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? Balancing the need to promote with the need to create. I’d a focused individual, and really immerse myself when I work, which means that every else must wait its turn.

What are your current projects? I just completed my first documentary screenplay, which will premiere once the film is edited and the soundtrack is complete. Current WIPs are a BDSM erotic historical set in 1868, my first paranormal angel book, and a series that I’m developing about a BDSM theme resort.

How do you go about choosing the title for your book(s)? The titles usually come from my characters’ mouths. Grace Murphy (Something Else) named the individual Three Graces Books when she described her relationship with Nico and J.T. as “something else, something different, something more.”  I hadn’t realized until then that it was three books, not one, that I was writing.

What is your favorite genre to write? I love to read and write erotica. The hotter, the better.

Generally, how long does it take you to complete a book from idea to handing it over to your publisher? I’ve written a 23,000 word book in a week and a 720-page manuscript in a year. Then there are stories that have a pause button repeatedly hit when other things intrude and they take longer to complete.   I hope to write 75,000 words this month and complete the historical so I can move on to my angel book.  He’s been patient with me so far, and I’m anxious to see how his story unfolds.  I know the premise, know the heroine, but getting them there is the adventure.

Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or do you prefer to work alone? I mostly work alone. When I want feedback on erotica, my alpha-reader sister is my go-to gal.  Sometimes I’ll discuss things with my husband (who’s more into classic science fiction), but occasionally it pays off.  My favorite line in Something More actually came from him, when Anna describes “The Titanic” Jamie Cameron…

“Shit, Rae.” Anna snatches back her keys. “You can’t leave. This is so going in my biography. I mean, it’s him. The Titanic. Jamie. Fucking. Cameron. The man every woman wants to go down on…”

Do your travel to research for your book(s)? Not as much as I’d like.

Did you learn anything while writing your book(s)? Always. I write what I feel, and when it’s not what I know, I have to research like any other author.  My job is to write convincingly enough that my stories ring true.

Have you ever had an idea for a book but never written it and what is it? In the new series I’m developing, I came up with a list of about 30 story ideas. I’ve written three of them, and I know who are in the next two books.  That leaves twenty-five embryos – plenty to keep me busy for quite some time, but and I have two more historical in another series that I’m writing that are still just character sketches.

When writing, do you have a process? My stories start with a voice that needs heard and trusts me enough to express it in words. I do extensive character charts (usually back to grandparents) and timelines that usually don’t match by the end of the book, but they help maintain the basic structure of the stories as I write.

Do you have any advice for new authors looking to make their own literary statement? I highly recommend joining a professional writers’ organization like Romance Writers of America. Complete your book and polish your work until it shines. Find your voice, one that people will come to recognize when they read it.

How many books have you written? Do you have a particular favorite?  You don’t want to know how many unpublished manuscripts are in my e-stash.  I write nonfiction, children’s, fiction, music and poetry.  The Three Graces Series are my first books published in women’s fiction (erotica), but I’ve spent years honing my craft.  My favorite hero is Nico in Something Else, my favorite heroine is potty-mouthed Anna in Something Different, and my favorite story is Rachel and Hannah’s in Something More.

Why did you choose to use a publisher instead of self-publishing? Dark Hollows Press author T. S. McKinney took an interest in my work and encourage me to submit to them. I did, and The Three Graces found their home.

Where do your ideas come from? Anywhere and everywhere. The idea for my current historical came from a reenactor who does a first-person impression of General Ulysses S. Grant.  He told me a story about his ancestor who fought in the war, served his term, but never mustered out.   The book grew out of what happened three years later.

How many books do you currently have published? I currently have three BDSM ménage novellas out with Dark Hollows Press: Something Else (The Three Graces Book One), Something Different (The Three Graces Book Two), and Something More (The Three Graces Book Three). Writing as Anita Quick, I have two nonfiction books on the Civil War, an e-book memoir about fifty of my past lives, and a children’s picture book about deployment called When Mommy Goes A-Marching.  Written for ages 3-6 years of age, it is being used in offices of psychologists who counsel military families.

Are you working on anything right now? My BDSM historical and a paranormal angel book.

Do you have a favorite Hero or Heroine from any of your books and why? I love Nico from Something Else. He was my first bisexual character, and he’s so spiritual, being a shaman as well as a musician.  He “gets” Grace, and they have to work together to make J. T. theirs.  J.T.’s never had a male submissive, so it’s a big learning curve, with his first MM and MMF experiences.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read your work(s)? If you like stories that dare to be different, if you like character-driven books with scorching hot sex scenes, if you’re curious about BDSM, then you need to get this series, starting with book one. Each story is a standalone for the threesome but the first two books have epilogues with teasers that lead into the next book.  And have a facial tissue handy at the end of book three.  Rachel and Hannah’s story still makes me cry, even after reading it dozens of times.

More About You ~ The Fun and the Naughty

Share one thing about yourself that would surprise people who know you. I’m related to an astronaut.  One of my distant Mercer relatives is Scott Altman, test pilot, NASA astronaut, and space shuttle commander.  If you’ve seen the movie TOP GUN, you’ve seen Scott fly.  He did all of Maverick’s scenes, except for the tower fly-by; they drew straws on that one.

Doggy style, cow girl or missionary? My characters do a lot of doggy style, oral, anal, and double penetration.

What secret sinful pleasure do you keep hidden in your cupboards? It wouldn’t be a secret if I told.

Are you a wine or beer kinda gal? Neither. Juice or teas (jasmine being my #1 pick)

If you could go anywhere at all on your next vacation where would you go? Ireland

If you could choose any hot famous guy to take with you who would it be and why? I’d go native with Colin Farrell and pretend that I’m his American cousin.

Thong, Bikinis, Granny Panties, or Boy shorts? Whatever fits the mood.

Are you a dress up in heels or a jeans and flats woman? Flats with everything.

Homebody or Party all the time girl? Homebody, most of the time.

Tall, Dark and Deadly or Smart and Sexy or Athletic and Funny? Smart and Sexy. I need someone who challenges my mind.  Lucky me, I married tall, dark, handsome, smart, sexy, strong, and funny.  It doesn’t hurt that he drove a Corvette when we met.

Significant other or Tearing up the town free and clear? Significant other

Favorite social network and why?  Facebook, for the interaction.  I’ve met some incredible writers and readers there.

What was your “dream” job as a child? Jockey, paleontologist, Egyptologist, astronomer.

What was the worst job you ever had while working towards being a published author? I’ve been fortunate to have jobs that I enjoyed. One of my workplaces had an office viper (you know, the snake-in-the-grass that strikes without warning), and another workplace had an embezzler.

What would be your next best choice if not writing as a career? If I hadn’t wanted to write as a career, I would probably have learned massage therapy and craniosacral release.

About Your Latest Release

Introduce us to the main characters: The heroine of SOMETHING MORE is Rachel Givens aka Rae Simmons, age 22, everyone’s favorite waitress at the local diner. No one really know her, though.  Rachel is supposed to be dead.  She’s been living under an assumed name for four years when the past catches up to her.   Her former loves, the Colson brothers, Cord and Cam, have learned that she’s alive and come to town with every intention of getting her back.  One brother’s a biker.  One’s a porn star.  Either one of them could be her daughter Hannah’s father, but Rachel was raped by a rival motorcycle gang and paternity remains a question.

Rachel is a single mom with post-rape PTSD, fiercely protective of her autistic 3-year-old daughter Hannah.  Rachel has issues and triggers from her ordeal.  She doesn’t know if she can stand being touched by a man, but she’s naturally submissive to her former lovers who were her dominants.

 How do these two meet?  Cord met Rachel when she worked at an ice cream shop down the street from a repair shop owned by his MC.  Rachel met Cam when he flew in from California between films, and she learned that the brothers liked to share.

How would you characterize their relationship in one word answers, start, middle and end? Forbidden.  Tragic.  Fulfilling.

What three words would you use to describe this story? Erotic, wrenching, redeeming

Blurb: Two brothers, a biker and a porn star, are on a mission: to find and fetch the girl they thought was dead.  When Rae Simmons aka Rachel Givens comes face to face with her past, the single mother with a special needs child learns just how much more she can handle in a BDSM ménage romance.

 Loving a biker and his porn star brother came at a terrible price.  Taken by a rival gang, beaten beyond recognition and sexually assaulted, Rachel Givens saw a chance to survive by claiming the identity of the other girl who was taken and killed.  She spent months recovering from her physical injuries but still struggles with post-rape PTSD.  Add her three-year-old autistic daughter to the equation, and Rachel (now Rae Simmons) has her hands more than full as she makes a new life for themselves in a quiet little town.

When her former loves walk into the restaurant where she works, it’s clear that the Colson brothers have come for more than the plate lunch special.  Once Rachel gladly submitted to their domination, but she hasn’t been with a man since she was taken.  She has triggers and issues and a daughter whose needs come first.  Cord and Cam don’t care whether or not Hannah is theirs.  As far as they’re concerned, Hannah is Rachel’s and Rachel is theirs – and they’ll do whatever it takes to convince Rachel that they belong together.

SOMETHING MORE by Nia Farrell

Chapter One

The news I’ve been expecting came this morning. I’ve been holding my breath, dreading the day he’d get out. I knew it would happen, eventually, but I’ve spent four years burying the memories that would lead him to my door. If, by some miracle, he manages to resurrect me, well, let’s just say he’ll find me changed. I’ve learned how to defend myself. I’m not helpless anymore.

The two women who’ve made that happen are seated in my section. Grace Murphy and Anna James are my customers, but in the months I’ve worked at Wink’s Diner, they’ve also become friends, of sorts, even though they don’t know me. Not really.

No one in this town truly does.

I landed here by sheer luck. I’d been running and hiding for so long, it was hard to break my habits. I’ve set down roots, but I still haven’t let anyone in. And if I tear away and leave now…the thought that I might not see Anna and Grace or Mrs. Turley again reminds me of all that I’ve lost, everything I’ve been forced to give up, time and again, because of him.

Because of them.

 Table Four’s order is up. I load my tray, paste on a smile, and deliver plate lunch specials to the sheriff and his dispatcher. Sherry knows that something’s off, but she acts normal, bless her, and refrains from commenting. As of this morning, she’s the one person in town who’s not clueless of my past.

When I found out Cruz was being released, I broke down and showed the old news clipping to Sherry, more comfortable sharing with another woman who can understand what I went through. If anything happens…well, she’ll know where to start looking, anyway.

I’m hanging by a thread that unravels with Grace’s announcements. She just found out that she’s pregnant; now she and J.T. are getting married. The thought makes my head spin. How does that work in a threesome? I’m guessing that Nico will be the best man?

Somehow Anna manages to top that news. She’ll be leaving soon, joining her mega rock star lovers on the last leg of their worldwide tour, but she promises she’ll be back for the wedding.

Anna sees how close I am to losing it. She thinks it’s because of what she’s said, but she doesn’t know the rest.

“Rae, sweetie. It’ll be okay. Jackson and Jacob are good to me. Honestly, they’re the best things to ever happen to me. If you doubt it, ask Grace. You know she lies like shit.”

Grace is a psychic medium. If ever I needed a reading, it’s now.

Ignoring my other tables, I clear my head and manage a smile for them. Beneath my clenched stomach, my guts are churning. I’m afraid to let her in, for fear of what she’ll see, but forewarned is forearmed. “What do you say, Grace? What can you tell me?”

Grace bites her lower lip and gets the faraway look that she has when she’s “channeling.” Her gaze abruptly shifts to the diner door, and her face starts losing its color.

This is so not good. Grace’s pale Irish complexion is freaking white when she turns back to me.

 

“Whose names do you have on you?”

 Shoot. This is why I haven’t let myself get close to Grace. She sees things. Knows things. What was and what will be. I came here to be free of my past, to carve a future for myself, for us, free from the Colson brothers. They don’t own me, despite the ink they talked me into when I was young and naïve. When it was exciting that Cruz was a bad boy biker and Cam, was–well, he’s still a porn star.

 Four years, and I’m still hiding, even from these two women who’ve been nothing but kind.

Such a fraud.

I can’t look at Anna. The day she got pierced at Black Dragon Ink, she caught me there, checking them out. I told her I was thinking about a tat. She thought I meant getting one, when I need mine covered or removed.

“Rae, it’s okay,” Anna tells me, offering absolution for misleading her. “It’ll be fine.”

“Yes, it will,” Grace promises. “Anna. Car keys. Change of plan.”

Hiding the keys in a napkin, Grace pushes them over and drops her voice to a whisper. “You know Anna’s car? It’s parked around the corner on Elm.” Grace gives me a look that speaks volumes. “I can’t tell you what to do. I can’t tell you where to go. It’s your decision, sweetheart: make a stand or sneak out the back way and keep running in a car they won’t be looking for, but you’re going to have to choose. Fast. Like right fucking now. Because,” she tells me, “they are here….”

 The bell over the diner door announces a new arrival, and Grace’s face turns pink. Dear Lord, she’s actually blushing.

“Holy shit,” Grace breathes. “That’s Jamie Cameron.” Grace held onto her V-card for twenty-two years, but she’s been making up for lost time with not one but two men, doing kink and watching porn, evidently.

You’d be amazed at the table talk in Wink’s Diner.

“Stage name,” I say, resisting the urge to look, trusting that she knows what she’s talking about. “Back home, he’s Cameron James Colson.”

Anna whips her head around, hard enough to send her purple and red streaked black hair flying. Subtle, she is not.

“Shit, Rae.” Anna snatches back her keys. “You can’t leave. This is so going in my biography. I mean, it’s him. The Titanic. Jamie. Fucking. Cameron. The man every woman wants to go down on. Please, tell me it’s not all camera angles. And–well, fuck me. Who’s that with him?”

“It’s not the camera,” I tell her, still not looking. I’m amazed she took her eyes off Cam’s crotch long enough to notice anything else. “Just guessing, but I’d say he’s with his brother.” Who is almost as well-endowed. Who just got out of prison. “A rougher, edgier version of Cam?”

“Leather jacket. Worn boots. Yeah, he’s got that ‘born to be wild’ look going for him.”

Shit. I hate being right. “His brother Cord. Goes by Cruz. That’s his road name.”

Anna smiles like a cat in cream. “No shit, Rae? A porn star and a biker?”

What can I say? One’s a lover. One’s a fighter. Both of them are beasts in bed.

Grace smiles like she read my thoughts (which she probably did). “Stay. You’ll figure it out.”

’m skeptical. “I’m not so sure,” I tell her. Cruz has been inside for four years, convicted on weapons charges. Who comes out of prison unchanged?

Grace probes me with a look deep enough, I should feel mindfucked. “He doesn’t know, does he?”

“About Hannah? No.”

“The guns. His club. You understand he was set up, right?”

Shit. Now I am mindfucked.

 “If you say so, Grace, but that’s not why I left. Look, I can’t do this right now, but I’d like to call you later, if that’s okay. I could really use the voice of wisdom.”

Grace smiles softly, looking as serene as a Madonna. Her inner peace instills a sense of calm in me. “Anytime, sweetheart. Even if it’s just needing someone to listen. No judgment here, Rachel.”

She called me Rachel. My real name.

No one’s called me that since the night I died.

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Author Tina Donahue Interview

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, historical, and contemporary romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before writing full-time she was the editor of an award-winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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“Heat with Heart

FREEING THE BEAST (READERS’ CHOICE AWARD) DEEP WITHIN ME (4 STARS – ROMANTIC TIMES) SENSUAL STRANGER (BOOK OF THE YEAR 2010) DEEP, DARK, DELICIOUS (HOLT MEDALLION AWARD OF MERIT)

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What inspired you to write your first book? I really can’t say. I just did it. I was nine at the time and wrote/illustrated Dimples the Adventurous Flea, about a flea who jumps from dog to dog, one a French poodle, another an English bulldog. You see where this is going, right? On the poodle, Dimples thought he was in France. On the bulldog, he’d believed he’d made it to England. I made copies by hand (we didn’t have a copier in the house) and sold them to my friends’ parents in the neighborhood. My first book tour.

How much real life do you put into or influences your books? My heroines tend to be like me. Not a part of the in crowd by any means, and not having an easy time at love. Their world views on wanting a nice guy, rather than a rat, are mine too. Everything else, especially the steamy scenes, is generally my imagination. Don’t know if I’d have the guts to get into a ménage.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? The first draft. Getting something down. Once I have a scene, chapter, whatever, I can rewrite until it meets my specifications. When it’s in my head and the paper’s blank, it’s more difficult.

What are your current projects? Wow, I have several. I have an erotic historical series from Kensington coming out in 2016. I’m currently working on edits for Passionate Pursuit, book three of my Dangerous Desires series. I just finished The Ride of Her Life, my novella for the spring 2016 antho for the Naughty Literati. I have other novellas coming up for two groups I just joined – Risque Romance and The Naughty Nine. I was invited to write a novella for a new Decadent series. I’ll be working on that before Christmas (this year). I have several Samhain books to write for my various series with them, and…more projects to come.

How do you go about choosing the title for your book(s)? I have looked at song titles and lyrics in the past then play with those titles until they match my book. Doesn’t always work. I let it stew for a while and then suddenly, almost magically, a title will pop into my head and I’ll think – ‘yeah, that’s it’.

What is your favorite genre to write? I like them all, as long as I can lace the stories with humor. I like suspense, and I can get readers’ hearts pounding, but the easiest thing for me to write is romantic comedy. It just flows. Therefore, I tend to have a lighter side to my tales. Even the ones that have serious subjects.

Generally, how long does it take you to complete a book from idea to handing it over to your publisher? Depends on length. On a novella, I can usually complete it in a week. On a 90,000 word ms, takes a month, after I’ve done my research and outlined. Once I start writing, I do a chapter a day. So if a novel has 20 chapters, it takes me 20 days to write, then about 3-4 days for rewrites.

Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or do you prefer to work alone? I prefer not to use someone as a sounding board. They might have a different worldview than I do and our ideas might not mesh. I’m better working alone.

Do your travel to research for your book(s)? Wish I could, but that’s prohibitively expensive. Besides, you can get whatever you want for free on the net. Whether I want to describe a billionaire’s home or a castle in medieval Spain, I simply Google the subject. Amazing what you can find online – with great photos too!

Did you learn anything while writing your book(s)? When I was researching Wicked Whispers, book two of my Dangerous Desire series, I learned a lot about medieval medicine (my heroine is a healer) and what killed people in those days. Amazing stuff. When I wrote Intimate Details, I had to research hacking (my heroine is a hacker, but she works for the good guys). I know zip about coding or programming, but I did learn how you can bypass a major security system and get into private files using vending machines. That’s not a misprint, vending machines and online menus will get you in.

Have you ever had an idea for a book but never written it and what is it?There are too many to relate here. I had the idea for Loving Lies for a long time before I actually wrote the book.

When writing, do you have a process? Research first, then outline, then write, then rewrite. Don’t stop until I finish.

Do you have any advice for new authors looking to make their own literary statement?Not sure what you mean by literary statement. If you mean a message, it’s best that the story comes first and the readers get the message from the characters’ actions rather than a statement. No one wants a sermon. If you mean style, then the only way for any author to find their style is to write. There are no shortcuts. I wrote a lot of serious stuff before I discovered my flair for comedy.

How many books have you written? Do you have a particular favorite?About 70. Can’t say I have a particular favorite. Usually, I’m partial to the one(s) I’ve just finished, until I start on the next one.

Why did you choose to use a publisher instead of self-publishing? Self-publishing hasn’t been available that long and I’ve never gone solo in self-publishing. I’ve done indie with other authors in box sets.

Where do your ideas come from? They just pop into my head. I’ll be driving, working on something else, watching TV and the idea just happens.

How many books do you currently have published? Almost 60.

Are you working on anything right now? I was invited to write a novella for a new Decadent line. I’ll be starting that in a few days.  Will hopefully finish before Christmas.

Do you have a favorite Hero or Heroine from any of your books and why?No. I love them all. They’re my babies. J

Do you have anything you would like to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read your work(s)? If you like heat with heart and a dash of humor, along with sexy heroes who are also nice guys and strong women, give my books a try.

More About You ~ The Fun and the Naughty

Share one thing about yourself that would surprise people who know you.

Basically I’m very shy. Despite some of the things I write, I’m really shy.

Doggy style, cow girl or missionary?Hmm. Doggy and cow girl. Why limit yourself?

What secret sinful pleasure do you keep hidden in your cupboards? Can’t say it’s in my cupboards. It’s on my computer. Dolls Behaving Badly. Dolls posed doing things we humans do behind closed doors. Love those pictures. LOL.

Are you a wine or beer kinda gal? Wine. Though I like chocolate milk the best.

If you could go anywhere at all on your next vacation where would you go?Andalucia, Spain

If you could choose any hot famous guy to take with you who would it be and why? Probably Joe Manganiello. He’s hot and looks like a nice guy. Loved his convenience store scene in Magic Mike XXL.

Thong, Bikinis, Granny Panties, or Boy shorts? Bikinis or boy shorts. Thongs feel weird to me.

Are you a dress up in heels or a jeans and flats woman? Jeans and flats.

Homebody or Party all the time girl? Homebody. Have too much writing to do to party.

Tall, Dark and Deadly or Smart and Sexy or Athletic and Funny? Tall, Dark, Smart, Sexy, and Funny. There, fixed it for you. J

Significant other or Tearing up the town free and clear? Free and clear. Don’t know about tearing up the town.

Favorite social network and why? I really don’t like social networks. Too many weirdos on them. But if I had to choose, I guess FB.

What was your “dream” job as a child? I wanted to be a truck driver. I thought it would be cool to drive around all day, visiting different places. Never occurred to me that I’d have to load and unload the truck and fight traffic, plus meet deadlines.

What was the worst job you ever had while working towards being a published author? Retail.

What would be your next best choice if not writing as a career? Can’t imagine. I have to write. Simply can’t stop.

About Your Latest Release

Introduce us to the main characters:

Isabella and Fernando in Loving Lies, available for preorder from Amazon, releasing February 16, 2016.

He’s a warrior-knight. She’s the daughter of a Duke.

How do these two meet? Can’t say. That’s how the story begins. You’ll have to read the book to find out. J

How would you characterize their relationship in one word answers, start, middle and end?

Start: Stunning or surprising

Middle: Smoldering and worrying

End: Satisfying

Sorry for going over one word on some. My bad.

 What three words would you use to describe this story? Romantic, steamy, adventurous. Exciting too. Again, my bad for going over the word count.

Blurb:

Deception knows no limits. Passion knows no bounds.

When she’s kidnapped, Senorita Isabella knows the men have been sent by her uncle in a murderous attempt to control her family’s fortune. But when she is rescued by a dashing and mysterious warrior, Isabella can’t imagine why a stranger would risk his life for her—until she discovers her rescuer believes she’s someone else….

Fernando de Zayas loves nothing more than the cry of battle. Defying death is his way of life. But when he discovers his betrothed has been kidnapped, he rushes to her aid—never suspecting that spirited beauty would soothe his warrior heart…

With her uncle’s minions close on their heels, Isabella finds herself drawing closer to Fernando. But as the desire between them builds, her secret could keep them apart forever…

Excerpt(s):

The Moorish Kingdom of Granada, Spain—1488

Al-Caicería—The Great Bazaar

“Harem!” The slave trader’s shout rose above other voices in the open-air market. He dug his fingers into the hooded robe hiding Isabella Lopéz de Lara’s face and nudity. “Harem!”

The Arabic word seemed to linger in the still, warm air. Sweat trickled down Isabella’s cheek. Her abduction in Andalucía, on orders from her murderous uncle, was far too real and horrifying now.

Someone brushed past, startling her. The individual’s sandals or boots slapped hard against the ground, the sounds fading quickly. Isabella snatched a breath. The hem of her robe pulled away from her legs. She stilled, terrified to move. Work-roughened fingers slid over her ankle and up her calf.

Holding back a scream, she backed into the slaver. He released his hold on her robe and shouted in Arabic, his words incomprehensible to her. An object whistled close to her face, followed by a harsh crack and a man’s agonized cry.

The hand jerked away from her leg. A series of brutal whacks and stumbling noises rose above the other sounds.

Swallowing hard, she listened for what she couldn’t see.

Too many buyers shuffled close, stirring up dust to mingle with the scents of cooked meat, cloyingly sweet perfumes, the stench of animals and men. Crude male voices yelled the word harem repeatedly. Moments later, fabric snapped.

She pictured the slaver stripping one of the other captives, forcing the poor woman to display herself.

Murmurs floated through the crowd. The slaver shouted above them, making the men speak faster, louder.

As they offered bids?

She shuddered, expecting the slave to plead for mercy.

Whoever the girl was, she held her tongue, seemingly resigned to her fate the Moors deemed qisma, destiny.

Men pushed past with cruel indifference, some pressing so close Isabella could smell the grime on their robes. Sickened, she stepped back. The slaver said something and ran his fingers down her shoulder to her arm, touching the side of her breast. She jerked away from his filthy touch. Those surrounding them laughed. The slaver pulled her tightly against him, proving she was in his world, his property, even though she was the daughter of a grandee and duke.

Her late father’s position hardly mattered now. Her only hope was in escape that seemed impossible.

Voices rose and fell during countless negotiations, sheep bleated, children played. Someone spoke above the din, the tone unusually high-pitched, sounding neither female nor male, marking its owner as a eunuch. A man who was no longer male.

His comments grew strident. The slaver shouted in return.

Her pulse pounded. If a way out existed, she had to see it. The eunuch and slaver argued on. She pulled at the hood of her robe and slowly lifted her head until she could see past the cloth.

The sun hung heavy in the sky, turning Granada’s structures a blinding white. Squinting at the overwhelming brightness, she regarded the numerous towers to determine if guards watched from there and would see any attempt at escape. If not, where would she flee?

Granada was a city of countless dwellings and strangers who would never offer sanctuary to a Spanish noblewoman. The free women here were as shrouded as she was, with only their eyes uncovered. However, if she could secure one of the dark robes sold in the market and disguise herself as a Moorish woman, there might be a chance to flee. No man would dare break the sanctity of the veil, not even to search for an escaped slave. The Moors’ religion forbade it.

The robes were tantalizingly close, though still out of reach.

The slaver’s voice rose again. He spat on the dinars the eunuch had offered. The eunuch’s palm looked as soft as a woman’s, his dark face bearing no trace of a beard. Clearly impatient, he gestured to Isabella’s robe. The slaver yanked the hood off her head. She gasped.

A flurry of excited murmurs rippled through the crowd. The eunuch stared openly at her elaborately braided hair, apparently stunned at its unusual auburn color. The slaver gestured to her robe, his words seeming to imply how the Moors had prepared her body for sale. The eunuch focused on her eyes, the same blue-green as Queen Isabella’s, a color well known within Spain’s Royal House of Trastámara.

The slaver’s broad smile revealed most of his decayed teeth. When he spoke again, the eunuch grew thoughtful.

On a shuddering breath, Isabella searched the market for any means of escape and found none. Too many people pressed close with no clear route from the area. If only she could see what was behind her, she might find a way out.

A quick glance showed even more people and cramped stalls, proving how trapped she was. The eunuch’s high-pitched shout suddenly rose above the slaver’s angry growl. Wanting away from them, she inched back. The eunuch dashed to her right, blocking her. The slaver to her left and reached for her robe.

Piercing wails filled the heated air.

Isabella stiffened. The slaver’s hand fell from her. He and the eunuch turned toward the sounds. Two dark-robed women pressed their hands to their veiled mouths. Children had stopped playing, their youthful eyes widened in wonder or fear at an aged man. His white beard trailed down his chest, and infirmity bent his tall frame, forcing him to keep his face lowered. He wore a turban and full robe, the voluminous fabric hiding the contours of his body.

Suddenly, he thrust his hand into a fire used to cook some manner of food.

Many in the crowd gasped. A young girl backed into a basket of olives, toppling it. The fruit rolled across the ground until it reached a pool of spilled honey where a black cat prowled.

The aged man kept his hand in the fire without bellowing in pain. He chose three smoking coals, tossing the hot embers from his right hand to his left much as jugglers did at fairs with brightly colored balls.

This was no fair nor was he a juggler, but a fakir, a holy man.

Isabella had heard tales of such beings who traveled the Arab territories. Fakirs had no homes or commerce, begging for food as they roamed from place to place, performing amazing feats to shock everyone, as he did now. Merchants, free women, and children waited to see what the strange man would do next.

With no one watching her, Isabella prepared to break into a run, to lose herself in the throng.

The fakir tilted his face and met her gaze.

Her heart caught. His eyes were arresting and strangely beautiful, his gaze so intent she stepped back. His expression changed. With a hard frown, he seemed to warn her to remain where she was. He turned to the eunuch and slaver, crying to them in Arabic, his voice reedy with age.

Her stomach churned. Was he warning them of her intent to flee?

When he looked back at her, raw power lit his expression, holding her to the spot.

Even if she’d wanted to move, she couldn’t now. The eunuch and slaver stared at her.

Tina D loving lies

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Author Doris O’Connor Interview

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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What inspired you to write your first book? It was a writing competition back in September 2010. A friend had entered, and I thought to myself, why not give it a go. I’ve always told stories in my head for as long as I can remember, I just hadn’t written them down, so this was my chance. I wrote the first chapter in a day, and fired it off. Naturally, I didn’t get very far in that competition, but I knew I had to finish the story, so I did. Then I entered NaNoWriMo that year, and wrote another one. In fact that was the beginning of a trilogy, The Giovanni Clan. After that, I just haven’t stopped writing. J

Oh, and that original competition entry. After many re-writes and a change of publisher it’s now The Housewife and the Film Star, and still my favorite story ever. Well, it was my first, so that makes it extra special, you know.

How much real life do you put into or influences your books? It depends what I’m writing. Sometimes a real life event will spark something, and find its way into one of my stories, but mostly they just come from my murky mind, lol. Of course we’re all influenced by life around us, but I don’t make a conscious decision to base my stories on anything in real life.

The exception being when they are BDSM stories. I feel it is very important to portray the lifestyle correctly, and while there is no one way to live the lifestyle, there are certain, basic safety rules that you will always find in my stories.

One of the greatest compliments one of my editors ever gave me was. “I always know I get a real BDSM story from you, not what passes as such these days.”

Can you tell it’s a bit of a bug bear of mine? *smiles*

What is the hardest part of writing for you? It used to be finding the time, but with my youngest now at school full time, that’s not the case anymore. I guard that writing time quite fiercely.

I suppose my muse can make writing hard, as she is very overactive little thing that bombards me with new ideas all the time. I have a very loooong list of story ideas….

What are your current projects? I have just finished my first dragon story, which ought to be ready for submission later this week. Then I have an anthology project to write, and complete my mid-December. After that, I have several series that need completing, or the next instalment written. We will see what my muse will throw at me.

How do you go about choosing the title for your book(s)? I usually have the title first, and they just come to me. It’s not a conscious decision. Occasionally I’ll start a story without one, but that is rare. I need a title and I’ll go from there.

What is your favorite genre to write? If I had to pick just one it would be Shifter BDSM. I just love those growly, over possessive Alpha Doms. J Having said that I write all sorts. *points to overactive muse*

Generally, how long does it take you to complete a book from idea to handing it over to your publisher? Depends on the length. I can write a 10K anthology piece in two/three days.  A 50K novella in three weeks or less. It all depends on how motivated I am. I aim for a release a month, roughly. Some months I have several J

Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or do you prefer to work alone? My husband brainstorms my story ideas with me. He also reads all my rough drafts, much to his never ending amusement, cause, ya know….typo central. He’s invaluable for the male POV, as he’ll pull me up on something if I get it wrong.

Then there is my good friend, and honorary grandma to my youngest Raven McAllan, who beta reads all of my stories, and vice versa.

We have a collaboration releasing December 7th in fact. The Dukes’ Christmas Abductions, which is a Time Travel Regency, which we had so much fun with. We’re planning on some other joint stories soon.

Do your travel to research for your book(s)? Does visiting Raven in Scotland count? Lol I don’t as such, no, but after a holiday in Cumbria, I set an entire series (The Protectors) there. I prefer to set my stories somewhere I know. Though I quizzed Raven extensively about a honeymoon destination in The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin, as she’d just been on holiday to that location.

Did you learn anything while writing your book(s)? Yes, lots. I’m a firm believer in research, so it has opened my mind to quite a few things, not least the BDSM lifestyle. It was a very frank discussion with my husband, after I wrote my first ‘kinky’ story that led to embracing our kinky sides, if you will.

We have always lived a D/s dynamic to a certain degree, but it was only after twenty years of marriage that we fully embraced it. I’m now his collared submissive, and he’s Sir in the bedroom, at least. With small children underfoot we have to be discreet.

Have you ever had an idea for a book but never written it and what is it?Yes, I even have a title. Ménage in a Monastery. It’s a MMFM story, and I think at the time I just wasn’t quite ready to write it. I will one day!

When writing, do you have a process? Get comfy on my bed, shut the door, open my word doc. Write.  It’s as simple as that. I need peace and quiet to write nowadays, and I can get a lot done in a short space of time like that.

Do you have any advice for new authors looking to make their own literary statement? Write the stories on your heart. Don’t talk about it, just do it. Accept that rejections are a part of any writer’s life, especially when you first start off, and be prepared for your writing to suck—big time! Practice makes perfect, however. The more you write the better at it you will be.

And above all, write because you NEED to write. If you haven’t got that inbuilt drive, then you’re not a writer. Write for yourself first and foremost, and the rest will fall into place.

How many books have you written? Do you have a particular favorite? As I mentioned previously The Housewife and the Film Star remains me favorite. However, I fall hopelessly in love with each and every one of my characters, so whatever book I am writing at the time will be my favorite, if that makes sense.

As for how many… sixty one and counting J

Why did you choose to use a publisher instead of self-publishing? I just want to write.  Once I submitted the story to my publisher they take care of the rest. The Promo side of things is bad enough, quite frankly. I like the simplicity of using a publisher, and I have two awesome publishers who make the whole process very easy.

Where do your ideas come from? How long is a piece of a string, lol? Literally anything can spark a story, though more often than not, it’s a picture. I write flashes on my blog every Tuesday and Friday, and I can’t even begin to tell you, how many of my stories started from either a two hundred or one hundred word flash.

How many books do you currently have published? Fifty seven and three coming soon J

Are you working on anything right now? I’m always working on something.

Do you have a favorite Hero or Heroine from any of your books and why?

Sven and Sylvia from The Housewife and the Film Star, because they were my very first h/h.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read your work(s)? Thanks for reading J

More About You ~ The Fun and the Naughty

Share one thing about yourself that would surprise people who know you.?I am really quite shy and quiet, and I hate being the center of attention, because I’m a complete introvert. Interacting with people exhausts me, so I value my quiet time, when it’s just me, because that’s how I recharge.

Doggy style, cow girl or missionary? Doggy style

What secret sinful pleasure do you keep hidden in your cupboards? I always have a stash of chocolate hidden away somewhere.

Are you a wine or beer kinda gal? Depends on the occasion. I like both.

If you could go anywhere at all on your next vacation where would you go

Seychelles…. *sighs*

If you could choose any hot famous guy to take with you who would it be and why? Alexander Skarsgard, he’s my ultimate crush, much to hubby’s amusement.

Thong, Bikinis, Granny Panties, or Boy shorts? Bikinis

Are you a dress up in heels or a jeans and flats woman? Jeans and flats all the way, baby.

Homebody or Party all the time girl? Homebody

Tall, Dark and Deadly or Smart and Sexy or Athletic and Funny?Combinations of them all please, especially tall, and funny. I’m five foot eight!

Significant other or Tearing up the town free and clear? Happily married for the last 25 years J

Favorite social network and why? Facebook. I’m forever popping and off and I love to see my friend’s updates.

What was your “dream” job as a child? Cabin crew, I kid you not. We used to fly a lot, when I was a child, lol.

What was the worst job you ever had while working towards being a published author? I don’t know about it being my worst job, but I was a cleaner for a time to make ends meet. *shrugs* I’m not beyond getting my hands dirty. A job is a job at the end of the day.

What would be your next best choice if not writing as a career? Got it already, being a full time wife and mother J

If I wasn’t any of those things, than I dare say I would have become a nurse. I love taking care of people.

About Your Latest Release

Introduce us to the main characters: Kimberly Talbot is a historical romance writer. Asger, son of Liufr, a displaced Viking, wolf shifter.

 How do these two meet? Kim finds an injured Asger at her camp fire when he’s hauled through time in an effort to find his mate.

How would you characterize their relationship in one word answers, start, middle and end?

 Curious, Passionate, Forever.

What three words would you use to describe this story?

A Viking Adventure

Blurb:

When historical romance writer Kimberly Talbot finds a displaced, injured Viking at her campfire, her life sure starts to get complicated. She can’t leave him there. Besides, what sort of writer would she be if she didn’t take up this splendid opportunity for some hands on research of the sexy Viking god variety?

All she has to do is keep her heart out of the firing line.

Asger, son of Liufr wakes up in a strange, cursed land, out of time, injured, and unable to shift. Drawn to the fire of the flame haired kona by her intoxicating scent and the promise of food and shelter, he has no choice but to trust the woman his wolf claims is their mate, their válað, the very key to his return home.

He doesn’t belong in these strange times, but does Kim belong in his?

A choice has to be made…

Excerpt(s): 18 +

Remembering a Burlesque Class she’d attended for research into a story a few years ago, she closed her eyes, and swung her hips to imaginary seductive music. Kim ran her hands slowly up underneath the hem of her blouse, exposing minute amounts of skin in slow motion, while continuing the sway of her hips.

Asger’s sharp intake of breath spurred her on. Letting go of the blouse she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping each heavy mound until she could thumb her own nipples. Shivers of delight chased across her skin, and her clit contracted in need.

A Norse curse made her open her eyes to find Asger had retreated to the stairs. Sitting down, with his legs spread wide, he watched her through hungry eyes, as he stroked his dick in slow moves mirroring the speed of her hands on her tits.

Emboldened she danced closer, slowly unbuttoning her blouse until it fell from her shoulders, and she threw it across to him. Asger caught it with a grin, and the bra that followed.

Seeing him lift the lacy contraption up to his nose and inhale deeply made Kim lose her stride. That was just so damn sexy, as was the way his cock jumped in his hand. The thick head glistened in pre-cum, and Kim licked her lips, desperate to taste him again.

A deep rumble rose from Asger’s chest. She tore her gaze away from the sight of his cock, ran it up the ridges that made up his abdomen, over the ink gracing his side and chest into the bearded column of his neck, and the proud lines of this warrior’s face up to his softly glowing eyes.

“Not that slow, kona. I want to see my cunt. I want to see it weep with its dew, ready for my tongue and my cock. I want to taste you, devour you, until your only thought is me. I want you.”

“God, yes, please, I want that, too.”

All finesse went out of the window as Kim unsnapped her jeans and yanked them down her legs, taking her sodden underwear with them. She stumbled in her haste to kick off her shoes and her jeans, and braced herself for impact. Instead of the floorboards coming to greet her, however, she found herself on the stairs draped over Asger’s knees. The first sharp slap of his hand on her ass cheeks stung like crazy.

“Ow, what was … ow.”

A second and third swat followed interspersed by the deep, menacing growl of his wolf. The vibrations of that sound trembled through her body and settled straight in her clit, so that the fourth, fifth, and sixth swats didn’t hurt. They set her ass on fire, for sure, but the pain added to her arousal. Again and again those blows came, until she lifted her butt into each one, and moaned her denial when he stopped. She was dimly aware of being lifted and the feel of the stairs carpet under her knees and forearms, as Asger moved her into position as though she weighed nothing.  In this position cool air rushed across her swollen pussy lips.

“So beautiful with your red ass, and wet, sweet cunt. I want you to scream when you come against my tongue, do you hear me, kona? All the way up these stairs, and if you’re a good girl, you will get my cock. If not…”

Kim gasped and her knees buckled at the first bold swipe of Asger’s rough tongue along her exposed slit, and Asger chuckled into her swollen labia.

“We will just have to start all over again.”

Her clit quivered in need, and yet more of her juices trickled down the inside of her thighs. Asger lapped them up with an appreciative rumble, and then swatted her ass.

“Start crawling up one step, kona. I want to be comfortable for my meal of fresh cunt.

Oh, good lord. Is he going to make me crawl up these stairs with him eating me out? I’m never going to survive this.

Somehow she managed to follow that command, and several more licks of his far too talented tongue were her reward. Kim groaned and moaned as he took her up the rungs of arousal with every step they managed that way. When she slipped, his hands dug into her hips to hold her still, and seemingly satisfied with her, he renewed his efforts. Up and down her slit he lapped up her arousal. He nibbled and teased, and when he ran his tongue up to her anus and circled the tight ring of muscle, while simultaneously pushing two fingers into her wet channel, Kim did scream. Asger finger-fucked her with devastating precision, curling his digits until he found the spot designed to drive her wild with need.

Kim tensed, shook, and then exploded as her orgasm burst from her with an intensity that took her breath away, as his tongue breached her anus. With her ass up in the air, her elbows on the stairs, and his broad shoulders supporting her body she was spread obscenely wide and unable to move—completely at the mercy of this man—as he wrung every last shudder out of her. Only then did he withdraw his fingers, and swatted her butt cheeks again several times in quick succession.

“Start crawling, kona, if you want my cock. He’s mighty eager to sink into your body, but only if you do as you’re told.”

Buy Links:

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Author Annie Anderson

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SYNOPSIS

Aurelia Constantine is having a rough century.

Plagued by visions of murder, death and destruction, she has resigned herself to the nightmare her life has become. When an enemy from her past comes to her rescue, she must let go of old wounds and heal the breach so she may survive the evil poisoning her mind.

Rhys Stevens is guilty.

Murder. Betrayal. Treason. Take your pick; he’s guilty of them all. On the path of redemption, he must beg for forgiveness from the one person he fought to save – the woman he has always loved.

Thrown together in the trenches of war, they must work as a team to stop a monstrous puppet master from pulling their strings.

Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.

Get ready to burn.

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Author Emily Robertson

“Hey look!  It’s Geoff.” Payton pointed out his car pulling into campus and waved real big at him.  When he flashed his lights, she knew that he noticed her.

He parked his car in his parking lot and got out.  When he was out, Payton saw him wave back at her.  She was so glad she had a friend like him.  The streetlight illuminated him and he was looking sharp.  Payton was always surprised he didn’t have a girlfriend.  When an extra door closed, she realized he wasn’t alone, and her eyes darted over to the passenger side, and dread filled her.  She tried to whisper, but she was sure that with all the booze in her system it wasn’t really all that quiet.

“Hailey!  That’s him!”

“Who?  Wha-“

“Him!” Payton cut her off.  “It’s the guy I was telling you about.  With Geoff.”

“Damn girl, you were right.  He’s hot.”

“Quick look away.  I think he’s staring at us,” Payton said frantically trying to find something else to concentrate on.  She was looking around like a spaz, but she couldn’t help herself.  Suddenly she noticed Hailey wasn’t only looking at the guy, she’d turned and was downright staring at him.

“What are you doing?” Payton hissed.

“I’m looking at this nice specimen of a man that seems to be staring at you.  Pity you can’t look back, it’s a nice view.”

“What?  No!” Payton felt her cheeks heat even more than they already were.  She risked a quick glance, and sure enough, he was looking at her.

“Well, do something,” Hailey encouraged.

“What am I supposed to do?  I’m not going over there.  I’d make an ass out of myself.”

“So?”

“So, I…oh hell,” Not having much reasoning still from all the Patrón running through her she yelled the first thing that came to mind as loud as she could, “HEY!  YOU’RE KINDA CUTE!”

Payton planted her palm on her face, What the hell?  Of all the things, that had to come out?  Knowing she had to get out of there now, she started to pull on Hailey’s arm trying to get her to move.  “What are you doing?  Let’s go!” Payton hissed at her friend.

“I’m not going anywhere, you can leave without me if you must, but I’m staying right here.”

Payton knew Hailey was playing this card because it was a pact they had.  It was best friend rule number one.  You never EVER left the other alone especially when it was night and they were drunk.  Payton and Hailey always made sure the other was home and safe.  It looked like her BFF was using the rule against her tonight though.

“I kinda hate you right now,” Payton muttered under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Come on, they’re on the way over.  If you love me, you’ll go, now.”

“Nope.  Consider this my Christmas gift to you.”

Payton looked over and realized it wasn’t just Mr. Hot coming, but Geoff was headed their way too.  Maybe she could still save this.  Oh, who was she kidding?  She couldn’t save this.  She’d made an idiot of herself plain and simple.  Hailey wasn’t doing anything to help; in fact, she was just rubbing it in.

Payton leaned in close and said, “Just remember Hailey, paybacks suck.”  She plastered a fake smile on her face when she heard them approach.  Turning towards Geoff she said, “Hey Geoff, buddy, how was your poker night?”

Geoff smirked, “Not too bad.  I got creamed though.”  He leaned in and gave her a hug.  It took her by surprise.  They’d been friends for a while, but they’d never really been the kind of friends who hugged just because.  Something was off.  Who was she kidding?  The whole situation was off.

“Hey Hailey, how’s it going?” Geoff asked.

“Not too bad Geoffrey.  Who’s your friend?”  Hailey nodded in Josh’s direction.

Geoff cocked an eyebrow probably realizing he’d been scolded.  No one used Geoff’s full name, ever.  “Well, this is my friend Josh.  Josh, this is Hailey, and that’s Payton.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Josh said with a knowing grin to Payton like it was more of an inside joke.

Payton’s cheeks reddened, “Thanks.  I can’t get you outta my head either.”  When she realized what she’d actually said, she planted her palm on her face.  Stupid Patrón shots.  “Anyway, sorry, we’ve gotta go.”

Payton grabbed Hailey and yanked her towards the door.  It wasn’t easy since Hailey was busy laughing her butt off.  After she shoved Hailey in the door, she turned back to the guys.

“Night guys!”

“Night Mr. Gorgeous,” Hailey yelled through the open door, and Payton’s mouth dropped open.  She needed to find a hole to bury herself in.

“Hailey!”  Turning back towards the guys, “Sorry, we’ve had way too much to drink.  Can we just pretend this whole thing didn’t happen?”  She studied everyone’s faces and was mortified, “Didn’t think so.”

Playing by the Rules

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Author Emily Robertson

 

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Emily Robertson graduated from Southwestern College in Winfield, Kansas with a degree in Theatre.  She is an avid reader and enjoys reading New Adult and Romance as much as she does writing them.  She currently resides in the Washington D.C. area with her husband and two children.  She loves connecting with and talking to other readers by e-mail, or on Facebook or Twitter.  You can get information on her upcoming works by signing up for her newsletter.

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What inspired you to write your first book? The first one that I claim, or the very first one?  Both were kind of the same.  I have these really vivid dreams, and the first time my son woke me up in the middle of a scene.  Usually it’s forgeable, but after a day and a half, I was still thinking about that scene and what the guy was about to say. 

 For the first book I published, I had been dealing with a lot of issues surrounding my TBI.  The book was a good outlet for me to work through some of my frustrations and just escape.

How much real life do you put into or influences your books? There’s always something that is me or my life in my books.  For Playing by the Rules, it’s TBI.  In Playing with Fire, the hero is in the military, a life I live in.  The characters might like horror movies or love 90s music. 

 I also write real places.  Southwestern College, where Josh and Payton are attending college, is my Alma Matter.  I was actually on campus for my ten year reunion when I wrote “The End” on that book. 

What is the hardest part of writing for you? Figuring out what’s going to happen.  I’m a total pantser.  I don’t usually plot much out in my books before I sit down to write.  Something will strike, and I just jump in with both feet and go for it.  There are times when something will happen that came from so far out in left field, and I want to yell, “PLOT TWIST!” 

It’s because of this though that I often find myself stuck.  I wonder what will happen to keep the story moving or what happens next.  It usually works itself out, but sometimes it holds me up.

What are your current projects? Right now I’m working on the final novella in the Portwood Brothers Series.  When I sat down and wrote Playing by the Rules, I wanted it to be a series.  I thought it’d be fun to write about Josh’s roommates, and that was the plan.  Jackson, Josh’s twin brother, came along and hijacked my series though, and the rest is history.  People who read the book early on asked if Wes would ever get a book, and I always said there was no way.  I’ve learned never to say that since I’m now writing a novella about Wes.

How do you go about choosing the title for your book(s)? I have a BFF who’s my title generator.  Seriously, I suck at titles.  I don’t think I’ve named one book I’ve written.  Ask me to write a novel, I’ve got it covered.  Ask me for a blurb, that’s going to take some thinking.  A tagline or title, forget it.  The fewer words it requires, the harder it is for me.

What is your favorite genre to write? All of my books but one have been New Adult Romance.  The other one was Contemporary Romance.  There’s something about 18-25 year olds that I love.  It’s about the new experiences, living life on your own for the first time.  Those things really call to me, and I love writing about it.

Generally, how long does it take you to complete a book from idea to handing it over to your publisher? It depends on what’s going on in my life.  I spent a couple of years writing as much as I could for me.  I wrote what I wanted, when I wanted.  There were times I could pump out a book in a couple months, and there were times when it’d take much longer.  I’m never idle though.  I’m always writing something be it drafting a new project, revising something I got back from a beta reader, or working on edits.

Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or do you prefer to work alone? All the time.  There are times when I’ll get stuck, and I’ll call a friend and talk through stuff for what seems like hours.  You’d think that we were talking about real people sometimes.  Sometimes I just need to talk it through so I can move on, and sometimes I can’t the forest through the trees.  Having people who will listen and offer up suggestions and advice are golden.

Do your travel to research for your book(s)? Not on purpose.  That said, I really want to write a book that takes place on some tropical island so I can go there for research. 

Did you learn anything while writing your book(s)? It seems like I learn something new with every book I write.  While writing one book I learned a lot about the legal system and what could happen for certain situations.  I’ve learned about medical situations and diagnoses, spent time Googling airports and flight schedules, and so many other things.

Have you ever had an idea for a book but never written it and what is it? I have a file FULL of ideas that I haven’t written yet.  I had an idea several years ago for a sort of suspense/romance/maybe a touch of sci-fi.  With all the other ideas lingering around, that one will probably never make the cut.

When writing, do you have a process? It goes something like this:

  1. Sit down at the computer and open the file I’m working on.
  2. Work for a bit and then check Facebook
  3. Realize the world isn’t ending, and I’m just distracted. Turn off WiFi.
  4. Work for a bit longer
  5. Grab my phone and check Facebook again, because the world might be in trouble NOW. I don’t want to miss the start of the zombie apocalypse!
  6. Put the phone down and promise I’m going to work for real.

 That isn’t totally how it goes, but some days it feels like it.  I’m pretty easy going.  I survive on Coke and mindless games on my phone.

Do you have any advice for new authors looking to make their own literary statement? I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for people who encouraged me, helped me, and pushed me along the way.  Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there.  You’re going to have to at some point.  Don’t be scared of hearing something negative.  Use that to make yourself better.  Find someone who’s where you are in the process right now and become friends.  Being an author is a lonely business.  Having friends who are in the same boat really makes a difference.  Most important is never give up.  Never be afraid to change and adapt.  Always live your dreams.

How many books have you written? Do you have a particular favorite? I’ve written 5 books, and I’m about to finish up the 6th.  I’ve already started the 7th.  As for a favorite, I don’t know if I can pick one.  If I did, I’d feel like I was cheating on the rest.

Why did you choose to use a publisher instead of self-publishing? I am actually self-published.  There were a lot of factors that went in to my decision.  It wasn’t an easy one to make.  I went back and forth for about a year before going the self-publishing route.  What it came down to in the end was control and royalties.  I wanted to have control over when my book came out, what the cover was, and all that stuff.  Some authors just want to write and let someone else take care of everything else.  Some don’t.  It’s such a personal choice.  I’d just encourage anyone looking into publishing to do their homework so they can make an educated decision on what’s right for them.

Where do your ideas come from? Everywhere.  If you’re in my life, online, at the table next to me at Chili’s, you’re subject to be in my book.  There have been so many ideas for scenes that have come from random places.  There are snippets of conversations that my friends and I have all over my books.  There are things that I see while I’m at the mall or at church that will make it in books.  Anything and everything is fair game for me.

How many books do you currently have published? Currently I have one book published with another set to come out mid January. 

Are you working on anything right now? I’m finishing up a novella for my Portwood Brothers Series, and then I’m moving back to a book I started this spring about a rocker who’s from a small town.  I’m really excited to be back to that.

Do you have a favorite Hero or Heroine from any of your books and why?Again like the book question, I don’t know if I could pick one.  That’s like cheating.  Maybe if I pick a secondary character.  I’d say my favorite secondary characters are O’Malley and Murphy.  These two are in Jackson’s unit, and they are a riot. 

Do you have anything you would like to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read your work(s)? For those that have read my book, thank you!  I couldn’t do what I do without you.  For those that haven’t read my book, I hope you give it a try.  If you do, I’d love to hear from you.  I love talking and connecting with readers. 

More About You ~ The Fun and the Naughty

Share one thing about yourself that would surprise people who know you.?I’m a preacher’s kid

Doggy style, cow girl or missionary? I probably shouldn’t say.  My mom and dad are probably reading.  :p

What secret sinful pleasure do you keep hidden in your cupboards?Chocolate Donuts

Are you a wine or beer kinda gal? Wine!

If you could go anywhere at all on your next vacation where would you go?The beach.  I love the sand and water.

If you could choose any hot famous guy to take with you who would it be and why? My man, Nick Bateman.  Because he’s Nick Bateman.

Thong, Bikinis, Granny Panties, or Boy shorts? A mix of bikini and hipsters

Are you a dress up in heels or a jeans and flats woman? I could go either way.  I like both.

Homebody or Party all the time girl? I used to be a party girl, but as I’ve gotten older, I’m more of a homebody who likes to go out from time to time.

Tall, Dark and Deadly or Smart and Sexy or Athletic and Funny? Smart and Sexy all the way.  Throw some glasses on him, and that’s even better.

Significant other or Tearing up the town free and clear? Significant other

Favorite social network and why?Facebook, because I’m an old dog who hasn’t learned new tricks yet.

What was your “dream” job as a child? Gah, I was all over the place.  I wanted to be a Marine Biologist, the President, or work with power tools.

What was the worst job you ever had while working towards being a published author? I’ve been lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mom for the past 10 years.  That said, the middle of the night feedings was a pretty bad phase.  Potty training is a close second.

What would be your next best choice if not writing as a career? I don’t really see myself doing anything else.  I would do whatever it took to make sure our family was taken care of, but I don’t have any dream career that I’d go after. 

About Your Latest Release

Introduce us to the main characters:

Josh has lived his life as one of two.  He always felt like he was interchangeable with his twin brother.  Being at college was supposed to help him get his confidence back, but when his long-term girlfriend left school and strung him along; he started to wonder if he was as special as he thought.  Once Payton came into his life, he knew there was something about her, something that kept him coming back for more even though she told him she had a rule about dating.  When Josh decided that he wanted Payton to be his, he was ready to show her that some rules were made to be broken.

 If you looked stubborn up in the dictionary, you might find a picture of Payton next to it.  She doesn’t mean to be that way, but with her world so out of control, the only thing she has control over is the rule she made for herself, no dating until college is over.  Over the summer, Payton was in an accident that flipped her world upside down, and she’s holding on to anything and everything she can.  What she doesn’t count on is someone like Josh who isn’t put off by her inability to let go of something that’s been a part of who she’s been for so long.

How do these two meet? Both of them were meeting with the Dean of Students for different reasons.  Neither said a word to each other, but that one meeting changed everything.

How would you characterize their relationship in one word answers, start, middle and end?

Start: Frustrating

Middle: Complicated

End: Committed

What three words would you use to describe this story? Heart Warming, Unpredictable, Charming (Yes, I know that’s four words, but like I said before, the fewer the words, the harder it is.)

Blurb:

Payton always had one rule she lived by, no boyfriends until after college.  No one seemed to agree with her, even her own mother who had her at age sixteen.  Returning to school after an accident that flipped Payton’s world upside down left her feeling out of control.  Holding on to her rule seemed to be her only lifeline.

 Josh had been letting the past rule his life for too long.  Finally being at school, he’d become his own man, and he’d been putting all that behind him.  Just when he thought he had it all put together, life got crazy.  Not only did his ex show back up, but Josh also found he couldn’t get Payton Whitmore out of his head.

Playing by the Rules

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Author Laila Raimes Interview

Laila Raimes grew up in the Bronx and moved to upstate NY for her last year of high school-according to her: It sucked!! She now lives in upstate NY with her 11 year old son.

Laila is an indie author–except for the Alt World Series–who writes about strong heroines who have lived through or experienced something horrible from abuse whether physical, sexual, or emotional, to depression, but fight, struggle and conquer it all, in a paranormal erotica/romance setting.

Some of her works are deep or considered controversial–the Alt World Series–as they delve in detail into abuse, whereas others are meant to be lighthearted and just fun. She also has a series that is in-between.

She’s sarcastic funny & her family thinks she’s crazy for several reasons, but most recently because she told them the best chip to use as a weapon when ninja stars are unavailable are Lays potato chips–original of course. According to her, “They’re as thin as razors.” Who can argue with that logic?

Her favorite phrases are “Oh snap & Word,” and her favorite hair color is blue/black.

She hopes you enjoy her works and sincerely appreciates the time you take to leave a review. (More so if you enjoyed her work than if you didn’t 😉

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Females Rising

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author laila raimes bannerWhat inspired you to write your first book?  It was a dream I had.  I was being chased upon a motorcycle by a slew of thugs and I jumped upon a bridge cable and continued my high-speed getaway while balancing on that cable…

How much real life do you put into or influences your books? Possibly too much. Each of my books has a lot of me in there.  Someone asked whether I made up the situations the heroines I write about have to overcome or whether it’s from experience, I answered truthfully.  It’s all from experience.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? Finding the time. I’m a single mom of a nearly 12 year-old boy so I work 40+ hours a week.  He comes first so I find myself getting up at the ass-crack of dawn every morning to try and fit in some writing.

What are your current projects? Finishing up the final book to the Shifter Fates series entitled Elle’s Justice. I’m about done editing the sequel to Tiny Tragedies – The Sundry Files.  I started writing the sequel to Mate-Staken Identity (A Micah Everheart Novel), and started the first book in my new series entitled Governed Mates.

How do you go about choosing the title for your book(s)? They usually have something to do with the story so most times it’s pretty easy for me.

What is your favorite genre to write? At the moment I only write paranormal erotica/romance, but I do have two NAs floating in my head.

Generally, how long does it take you to complete a book from idea to handing it over to your publisher? The only book that is traditionally published is Tiny Tragedies. That one took me 2.5 weeks to write as it was like nagging me to get it out of my head.  The others depend again on how busy my life is or on the level of depression/anxiety I’m suffering through, which I’ve made no qualms about expressing.

Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or do you prefer to work alone? I’ve mentioned my idea for Tiny Tragedies to my family as we’ve all been intrigued by the idea of multiple personalities. The other books I’ve kept to myself.

Do your travel to research for your book(s)? What a dream that is for me. No, can’t afford to travel except in my mind.  Therefore the internet is my go-to place for anything I need to know.  However, my books are paranormal so I get to make up whatever I can imagine and don’t need much as far as realism except when it comes to the shifters I decide to use.  I do try to put their characteristic traits in the books I write.

Did you learn anything while writing your book(s)? More knowledge about animal traits and habitats. But I’ve also found that looking up resources or concentrating on human behavior has helped me learn how a person may react to a situation.  Again, these reactions are tweaked due to the traits my characters have but still it has made me more observant in life when speaking to others.

Have you ever had an idea for a book but never written it and what is it? So far that would be the two New Adult books I’m hoping to start writing in the upcoming year.

When writing, do you have a process? I consider myself a free-flow or wing-writer because I do not use an outline. I see the story I want to write, I see the big scenes, the characters and who they are and then I let them take me there.  So sometimes something will pop up and I’m like, “ooooh that’s good!”

Do you have any advice for new authors looking to make their own literary statement? There’s always someone out there who will read it and understand. If you feel the need to write, to get that thought out of your head and into others, don’t let anything stop you.  I may not be well-known but I’m ok with that.  I love writing, I love meeting new friends who love the stories I’ve written.  The entire experience has been great as a whole.

How many books have you written? Do you have a particular favorite?  So far five books have been published, but I’ve written seven.  My favorite is Tiny Tragedies because Sundry’s story is going to take her up, down, sideways, you name it, and she’ll experience it.  And in the end, what/who she turns out to be isn’t what she expects at all.

Why did you choose to use a publisher instead of self-publishing? For my first book Tiny Tragedies which was technically accepted and in the process of being published before Shifter Fates – Elle’s Claim was self-published, it was because I honestly didn’t have any information on self-publishing. Live and learn.

Where do your ideas come from? Most have come from watching or reading books that have made me think of my own stories.

How many books do you currently have published? Five books.

Are you working on anything right now? ? Finishing up the final book to the Shifter Fates series entitled Elle’s Justice.  I’m about done editing the sequel to Tiny Tragedies – The Sundry Files.  I started writing the sequel to Mate-Staken Identity (A Micah Everheart Novel), and started the first book in my new series entitled Governed Mates.

Do you have a favorite Hero or Heroine from any of your books and why? Sundry because she is an enigma.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read your work(s)? To my current readers I say, thank you for taking the time and giving me a chance. I put my heart, sweat and sometimes tears into my writing and I hope you enjoy it.  To those that haven’t read my works, I’d say take a chance.  The first book in the Shifter Fates Series Elle’s Claim is free on Smashwords, Kobo, iBook’s and B&N, what do you have to lose?

More About You ~ The Fun and the Naughty

Share one thing about yourself that would surprise people who know you. I write erotica. I’m usually a very introverted person.  Depression and anxiety keeps me from putting myself out there unless you get to know me, then you’ll probably find yourself laughing at my sarcasm, a bit nervous about the threats I love to spew, but thankful that I’m in your corner.

Doggy style, cow girl or missionary? Doggy style, though I’ve been known to reverse the cow girl now and again.

What secret sinful pleasure do you keep hidden in your cupboards? I’m a single mom, not sure I have a secret sinful pleasure in my cupboards…

Are you a wine or beer kinda gal? Both. Love dry red wine, and dark beers/IPAs.

If you could go anywhere at all on your next vacation where would you go? Hmm. So many options.  I will say I’d love to go to Hawaii, I’ve heard it’s beautiful there.

If you could choose any hot famous guy to take with you who would it be and why? You know I don’t really do celebrity crushes, just not my style because I’m too much of a realist (long story) but if I had to choose I’d go with Tyler Hoechlin just because well, he’s frickin hot.

Thong, Bikinis, Granny Panties, or Boy shorts? Boy shorts.

Are you a dress up in heels or a jeans and flats woman?

Homebody or Party all the time girl? More of a homebody.

Tall, Dark and Deadly or Smart and Sexy or Athletic and Funny? Definitely Tall, dark and deadly.

Significant other or Tearing up the town free and clear? LOL, free and clear.

Favorite social network and why? FB mostly because it’s the only one I somewhat know how to use, but also because I can connect Twitter to it so I don’t have to use multiple platforms.

What was your “dream” job as a child?  I wanted to be a computer engineer.  Hey, it was what I was surrounded by.

What was the worst job you ever had while working towards being a published author? Does current job count? It’s funny my real life jobs have all been customer service jobs and I hate dealing with angry people on a daily basis.  But for whatever reason, it’s what I’m good at.

What would be your next best choice if not writing as a career? Anything where I could work from home.

About Your Latest Release

Introduce us to the main characters:  Ealera AKA Elle is the fierce heroine and her mates are Cole, Jaxon, and Declan.

 How do these two meet?  Elle, Jaxon, and Cole met at the Gathering of the Unmated.  Elle met Declan after she joined the former on their pack territory.

How would you characterize their relationship in one word answers, start, middle and end?  Unsure, developing, chaotic.

 What three words would you use to describe this story?  Fun, sexy, adventurous.

Blurb:

Though the war has begun, Jaxon and Cole have more to deal with than that.  Elle’s been taken by a parasite living in Declan and they have no idea where she is, or how she or the five pups are faring.   Supposed allies are actually enemies, and supposed enemies are actually allies.  They don’t know who to trust or how to fight a force stronger than the entire Alpha and Omega pack combined.

Meanwhile Elle struggles with the fierce need she feels for Mercurial/Declan as well as how to get him to return her to her realm.  Visions help Elle come to terms with the fact that Mercurial and Declan must unite in order for Declan to survive.  Instinct pushes her to make that theory a reality.

The Earthly realm is in utter chaos.  But is that what Tiel was truly after?  Or did he have a loftier place in mind?  When the truth comes out, Elle realizes the term ‘in over your head,’ has never been more certain.  It will take more than a demi-god/female Alpha-wolf hybrid to fight this battle.  In fact, it just might take the joint forces of heaven and hell to save them all.

Excerpt(s):  Jaxon

We didn’t have a moment to get upset, not a moment to even take in the fact that Elle was gone. Gone from us. Gone from this realm. The instant the flames dissipated…they were on us. A slew of them.

And still I had Rabbit to protect.

“Hang on,” my voice wasn’t my own. It was that of my war-form; more beast than man. More hate and fight than sense. It was all I could do before I lost myself to blood and rage.

Blood rage.

What a feeling.

My body grew six-and-a-half feet and tightened, becoming nothing but pure muscled-steel with scraps of stringy white hair at the base of my neck, some at my back, my elbows, my knees. The exposed skin would feel like weathered leather, but was calloused almost like a shield—I felt nothing when Rabbit partially shifted, her small but still knife-like claws embedding themselves three inches into my calloused skin to keep her steady as she clung to my back. Razor-like claws replaced my nails the size a long dagger as four inch fangs extended and ended in needle-like points. Thin? Extremely. Fragile? No fucking way.

Rage and despair fueled me as I became a blur attacking the Shades that dared to disrupt our home. Dared to kill our pups, our pack-mates, our family. Cole was right there with me. Charging, flipping, lunging. Destroying anything in his path. Thank fuck there were no innocents in the path. There would’ve been no discerning between the two.

He’d lost it. Just as he’d lost it when Elle first disappeared. It didn’t matter that it was his brother who’d done the taking. Well, partly his brother? I wasn’t sure yet. But again, I had my hands full. Of blood, bones, skin and brain matter. It was nearly cathartic. The feel of sliding into their bodies and pulling out their lives. I didn’t see them as anything other than what they were at that moment. Not what they may have been before being possessed, not who they may have loved or those they left. Because here they were making those we loved leave others behind.

They attacked us like senseless beasts. No intelligence in their strikes. Just pure power and muscle. If that sounds like a plan to you, then you’ve never been in a fight. Just as in life it takes the use of brains to strategize the win. To study the opponent, foresee their next strike and how to counteract it. Yes. This I learned since moving into the A & O pack and training with Godric and our pups. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I learned from watching and fighting our pups. And still, I had more to learn.

But that’s neither here nor there. The point to what I was saying is this: attack after attack was the same. There was no change in angle, no shift in aim, no planning what-so-ever. You know that saying from Forest Gump: “Stupid is as stupid does.” I finally got it at that moment. They weren’t bred to think. Technically they weren’t even bred to kill. Killers, assassins—like Elle—had to use their intellect. These Shades didn’t have any. They were soldiers and one definition of a soldier is: to continue or persist, despite adversity or difficulty. For them that meant: attack, attack, attack.

It seemed as if Cole and I had the same epiphany at the exact same time. We stepped out of the way of the next wave of attacks and then our gifts took over. My chest began to tingle, warm, and glow as my birthmark came alive.

I felt a shift in Cole’s composure and my mind drifted back to the day I removed ‘prince’ Caleb’s Shade from his body. But as with Declan’s fire I will temper it. I will make it so they have a natural fear of man and will only seek out fair game. It will be imprinted on their minds, even in their animal state. That was Elle. And Elle was no longer with us.

Still we continued, we had no choice. Not if we wanted to save what mattered—lives. So on we went.

And with a thought of ours, on and on, and on our gifts went. Attacking the Shades around us. Beastly roars harmonized with humanely screams as one was separated from the other. The men instantly passed out from the physical and mental stress of this change; the beasts confused, angry, and homicidal. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was no full moon and Cole’s ‘charges’ reverted back to their male forms, we may have been in a bit of a pickle. But thankfully it wasn’t and we were able to focus our attention on the beasts that were black and oily-foaming at the mouth with us in their sights.

It was also the moment that a nine-foot plus, had to be a faer…er, semi-god male walked into the midst of the carnage. The look on his face was pure unadulterated disgust causing me to instantly peg him as the infamous betrayer…Tiel. Though he was pure semi-god and not a shifter, the snarl he released could’ve given us a run for the money.

He advanced suddenly and for a brief moment I felt fear of death. Not for me, but for Rabbit who was still holding her own, or my flesh, rather. Then a spray of leaves and wind encompassed us. When it was gone, so was Rabbit. If it wasn’t for Zail’s comforting words in our minds, “She will remain safe, Alphas,” I would’ve freaked out. Then again, I wasn’t sure if I should still be freaking out as we were still there and an obviously pissed-the-fuck-off semi-god was as well.

that moment. Not what they may have been before being possessed, not who they may have loved or those they left. Because here they were making those we loved leave others behind.

They attacked us like senseless beasts. No intelligence in their strikes. Just pure power and muscle. If that sounds like a plan to you, then you’ve never been in a fight. Just as in life it takes the use of brains to strategize the win. To study the opponent, foresee their next strike and how to counteract it. Yes. This I learned since moving into the A & O pack and training with Godric and our pups. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I learned from watching and fighting our pups. And still, I had more to learn.

But that’s neither here nor there. The point to what I was saying is this: attack after attack was the same. There was no change in angle, no shift in aim, no planning what-so-ever. You know that saying from Forest Gump: “Stupid is as stupid does.” I finally got it at that moment. They weren’t bred to think. Technically they weren’t even bred to kill. Killers, assassins—like Elle—had to use their intellect. These Shades didn’t have any. They were soldiers and one definition of a soldier is: to continue or persist, despite adversity or difficulty. For them that meant: attack, attack, attack.

It seemed as if Cole and I had the same epiphany at the exact same time. We stepped out of the way of the next wave of attacks and then our gifts took over. My chest began to tingle, warm, and glow as my birthmark came alive.

I felt a shift in Cole’s composure and my mind drifted back to the day I removed ‘prince’ Caleb’s Shade from his body. But as with Declan’s fire I will temper it. I will make it so they have a natural fear of man and will only seek out fair game. It will be imprinted on their minds, even in their animal state. That was Elle. And Elle was no longer with us.

Still we continued, we had no choice. Not if we wanted to save what mattered—lives. So on we went.

And with a thought of ours, on and on, and on our gifts went. Attacking the Shades around us. Beastly roars harmonized with humanely screams as one was separated from the other. The men instantly passed out from the physical and mental stress of this change; the beasts confused, angry, and homicidal. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was no full moon and Cole’s ‘charges’ reverted back to their male forms, we may have been in a bit of a pickle. But thankfully it wasn’t and we were able to focus our attention on the beasts that were black and oily-foaming at the mouth with us in their sights.

It was also the moment that a nine-foot plus, had to be a faer…er, semi-god male walked into the midst of the carnage. The look on his face was pure unadulterated disgust causing me to instantly peg him as the infamous betrayer…Tiel. Though he was pure semi-god and not a shifter, the snarl he released could’ve given us a run for the money.

He advanced suddenly and for a brief moment I felt fear of death. Not for me, but for Rabbit who was still holding her own, or my flesh, rather. Then a spray of leaves and wind encompassed us. When it was gone, so was Rabbit. If it wasn’t for Zail’s comforting words in our minds, “She will remain safe, Alphas,” I would’ve freaked out. Then again, I wasn’t sure if I should still be freaking out as we were still there and an obviously pissed-the-fuck-off semi-god was as well.

He was also heading directly toward us with a sneer on his face.

That was OK, though. Because that was when the tables turned in our favor, yet again.

The closer Tiel came, the faster my heart beat. Then began the feel of my skin prickling. Which morphed into the searing feeling of heated needles scraping of skin by the layers. The look of shock then disdain on Tiel’s face informed me that it was meant to be worse. A lot worse. His sneer turned into a smirk as he raised his arms out on either side. His body became nearly translucent with a reddish ember glow within that seemed to be leaning toward us until the most fearsome, commanding roar shook me to my core so much so that I fell to my knees in…submission. My head bent forward and everything!

I didn’t dare look up to find out where that dominating bellow stemmed from. Tiel apparently had no such qualms. In fact, before he even turned, his body stiffened and he squared his shoulders. A rebellious stance if I ever saw one. He turned extremely slowly. Another tell. This one being lack of respect. He must’ve known who that demanding yowl came from. And he didn’t give a F.U.C.K.

Still I didn’t lift my head. My body wouldn’t have cooperated even if my brain gave it the command. But I didn’t need to in order to know what happened when his eyes met the personification of Alpha.

“No,” his voice was strained, and seemed to go on in a low growl which also mimed the tremors of the ground beneath my knees. Yes, my knees.

The Alpha said nothing. His full-bodied growl a warning, threat, and a promise all in one to the point that even Tiel took it as it was meant to be and Sifted or whatever you call what a contaminated semi-god does to disappear. Either way, heat licked my skin—singeing my scraggly hairs—as a swirl of dead leaves of different shapes blew around us leaving The Alpha near us as the war waged on.

My insides shivered, my stomach quivered and still I didn’t dare move. That sense you hear people speaking about, the one when they say he has such a presence…well, fuck, he had the presence. I was beginning to form sweat on my brow when that presence was snuffed out and a brief moment later there was a loud thud and a small quake as he hit the ground.

Suddenly I was able to move again. Shit. I was able to breathe again. And I took a lungful in thankful that I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, and also feeling as I had just been given CPR to get my lungs working. It was that heavy.

We didn’t have time to enjoy that moment—yeah, if I was frozen in place, so was Cole—because the angry, separated daemon wolves were still coming our way. As I was about to engage, Cole yelled, “Cover him!” I turned to where The Alpha laid unconscious and saw a few daring wolves charging at him, ready to rip him to shreds. Before they got the chance an enormous white polar bear came barreling toward them. Just as the bear was in attacking distance, it stood on its hind legs, crossed his arms, then slashed out at them with eight inch claws instantly severing their heads. Then he scooped up The Alpha, tossed him over his back and went barreling toward the medical ward leaving me, Cole and any other brave souls to take down the remaining daemon-wolves.

Elle

As quickly as that twinge of fear came, it left, and was replaced by nothing short of utter rage. I didn’t bother getting to my feet. I Sifted. Remaining invisible I shoved the fiery body that was Mercurial/Declan, or who-the-fuck-ever and yelled, “Who the fuck do you think you are?” But it wasn’t my voice that came out of my mouth. At least, not a voice I’d ever heard before. Everything shook and rumbled. Even the air seemed to jitter. But Mercurial didn’t budge. His nine foot four flaming body remained stagnant. The strength I put behind the shove meant nothing to him. He just stood there. Looking at me.

Looking. At. Me.

He could still see me even though I was supposed to be invisible. A surge of rage thrummed through my body, my muscles tightened, my hands fisted, and I released a roar so primal that it startled even me. There was no distinct single animal in it. It wasn’t just wolf. It was as if every single beast that had lived expressed their anger through me.

There was no point in remaining visibly invisible so I showed myself. I was breathing heavy, every muscle taut, my claws digging into my palms in an effort to keep from losing my mind and unleashing the fury I felt within my blood on… I looked around. Where the fuck am I?

I heard the crackling of flames die down. When I faced my newest nemesis I was no longer looking at a flaming body, but a male. An oh so very sexy, hot, desirable male.

A flutter tickled in my lower belly. Heat spread from my core outward. My breath caught. I took a few steps back. I did not want to have these feelings for this daemon-god. How long my minds sense would remain with me remained to be seen. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be long. For each step I took back, he took one forward until he must’ve decided he had enough of this cat and mouse game and I hit a wall.

An invisible wall.

Then he caged me in. His massive hands on the wall on either side of my face, his enormous body acting like a door. It was clear. I wouldn’t be exiting this situation anytime soon.

I kept my eyes on his lower chest refusing to look into his extremely perfect face or eyes. If I did I knew I would’ve crawled up his massive body, freed his equally massive cock and had my wicked, deliriously, pleasurable way with him.

But he wasn’t having any of that. A thick, long, very sexy hand cupped my chin and gently lifted my face until I met his eyes.

I whimpered. “No, no, no,” I whispered.

His face was chiseled perfection. Sharp cheekbones, a granite jawline, a clefted chin, plush, soft looking lips. And his eyes. Oh gods, his eyes. They were close to a clear amber with molten gold flecks that seemed to shimmer and throb brighter every so often. His hair was past shoulder length, wavy, thick and a dark maroon with gold streaks sporadically placed within. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to run my hands through it. Help me. I wanted to yank his head back as I was fiercely riding him and bite that perfect jaw.

Oh no.

He smiled.

I groaned.

His eyes pulsed. The amber darkened. The molten gold brightened. And I knew I was lost to him. Because this here was not just Mercurial, but also Declan. I felt him in his touch. The soft way he cupped my chin. The soft look in his yearning eyes. My Declan was in there. I just had to find out how to bring him back to me.

“Please. Don’t,” I whimpered out as I tried to pry my face away from his hand. He shook his head—slowly—from side to side, giving me the only warning I would get. But of course me being me, had to find out the hard way.

I yanked my head to the side while pushing him with my powers. That did the trick. He flew backwards but maneuvered himself so that his feet stopped his momentum and he slid to a halt. He threw his head back and released a disappointed breath. When he lifted his head, it was to look at me with a scorching hot smoldering gaze.

I knew that gaze. Fuck. I may have been wearing the same one. I leaned farther into the invisible wall and spread my arms to my sides, reaching for an opening for me to slip through. But there was none.

It was my turn to shake my head. But all he did was give me a disarming smile and say, “Mine.”

Then he was on me. Silencing any protests with such a searing kiss I almost came on the spot. When he pulled away—leaving me a hot, needy, panting mess—he said, “Mine,” in a tone that was an affirmation.

But I was in love and one seriously hot daemon-god wasn’t enough to make me forget my mates. “And Jaxon’s, and Cole’s too,” I said.

“No. Mine.”

I ignored the smooth baritone voice of his and said, “I’m Declan’s, Cole’s, and Jaxons’s. You are a hitchhiker.” I crossed my arms.

“Why?”

“Because they’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” He nuzzled into the crook in my neck. I shivered.

“Declan is mine,” my voice was very breathy.

“I am Declan,” the huskiness of his voice was nearly my undoing.

“Are you?” I asked, ignoring the fact that my hands went to his hips. And trying to ignore the fact that his moan made my insides quiver.

“We are one.” His dipped his tongue out and tasted my skin.

I moaned.

“No you are both occupying the same space, but you are not yet one. Not quite,” it all came out as a whisper. He ran his nose and lips up my neck and I squeezed my thighs together trying to dull the ache. This is wrong. So wrong.

“Stop,” I whispered. “Please,” that one was a little louder, a little sturdier.

Mercurial pulled back slightly, his nose grazing mine and stared into my eyes.

It was weird. I saw Declan in there. I didn’t have to use my mind’s eye to look for him, he was there. And I needed him desperately.

“Declan, please,” I knew I didn’t have to say anything else. I wanted him, Mercurial, but it felt wrong. They weren’t fully one. The proof was that I could see Declan within Mercurials eyes. No matter how my soul and body told me he was meant to be mine, it felt…like I was cheating. So, no. I couldn’t go through with this. Not with him. Not with Mercurial.

Mercurial dipped his head and took my lips in an intense kiss that I was powerless to stop. Then he pulled back with an expression that was both pained and understanding. His eyes morphed into a dark amber with flecks of gold and I knew that he had slipped into the background allowing Declan to surface.

The instant I knew he was there I jumped up his taller body and hugged him fiercely. He reciprocated, his arms now comparable to the size of original Declan’s legs. Huge. But proportionate.

I whimpered my need to him and thankfully he didn’t judge me. I felt horrible as it was knowing he was in there, watching me.

“Don’t,” he said. I knew he had read my mind and while I was thankful that he didn’t blame me, I still blamed me. I nuzzled into his neck inhaling his scent, now stronger than ever before. I needed him so much. I couldn’t lose him. I had to find a way to either merge the two—imagine that…merging—or get rid of Mercurial so my Declan can return, fully. But I knew in my entire being that the latter was impossible. I wouldn’t be able to, I couldn’t disconnect the two. I had to face the facts. I just wasn’t strong enough.

A sharp nip to my neck tore me from my thoughts. Declan’s eyes were still with me though his body was new. And I desired him like nothing before. More so than when I was in heat, more so than when we mated.

Then I had a thought. And with that I attacked.

 

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Author Audra Hart

Sneak peek at the first standalone book in the TULSA IMMORTALS series:

Dubhlainn O’Toole

Born the bastard son of a drugged out mortal stripper and half-breed Celtic Shifter, turned enforcer with the SHIFTER PROTECTION UNIT. He’s in Tulsa investigating a vicious ring of slavers who have been preying on humans and Immortals alike in the mortal realm. But the sexy princess turned social worker keeps getting in his way, forcing him to take drastic action.

Katrina Esmeralda Conti

Panther Pride princess and sex witch, with a heart for protecting the weak. She’s found herself smack dab in the middle of a very dangerous situation with the Immortal slavers and the fates seem to have seen fit to bring her a mate. NOW. After all these centuries of hoping? But with this EVIL infecting her city, the timing couldn’t be worse, nor her potential mate more questionable.

When these two meet, their connection is undeniable, their joining explosive and their chemistry combustible! Watch the fur fly as two Big Cat Shifters square off while they try to come to terms with an unexpected mating pull and a viciously sadistic Blood Wraith who wants Kat for his very own plaything.

Can two independent souls find peace and lasting love with each other? Will they eternally struggle to understand their destiny… together? Or will the sadistic Wraith destroy them before the dance has even begun?

KAT’S CRADLE & SILVER MOON by Audra Hart… coming soon!

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