Sunday, July 31, 2016

I've finally done it! Destiny is finally out!

So here I am, back with some amazing news!

Destiny, my first jaunt into the paranormal, is also my first menage, and it released this past Wednesday!

Already it's making waves up Siren's best seller list, and I"m so excited for it to hit Amazon in a month!

I've been polishing this manuscript for five years, it's gotten a lot of "no"s BUT - Siren, being the amazing publisher they are, gave it that yes.

My heroine, Bridgid Kerr lives in a shielded supernatural community. This means that Mortals don't venture off the main highway that runs through the town. -- I do have more on this on my author page on Facebook ;)

Bridgid was an adventurer all her life, and after graduating high school, she traveled Europe. There she found herself caught up in a civil war between the Supernaturals that wanted their world revealed to the world and the ones who wanted to keep it as it always had been. Taken hostage, her rescuer was none other than the teacher she'd lusted after her entire senior year. His Vampire partner was just as handsome and honorable as Roman was. She refused to leave their sides and threw herself into the war, fighting to keep things a secret.

War takes a toll on people, and often being thrown together such as they were bonds are formed. However, with Bridgid, Roman, and Benjamin they'd found their home. Werewolf Roman and Vampire Benjamin were as close as brothers and both equally loved Bridgid. Returning home, however, Benjamin fought against his own personal demons and walked away from what they had.

What happens when after seven long years, Benjamin comes to Healing Springs, Nebraska?

Get your copy of Destiny from Siren today and find out!


Excerpt -- Decidedly NSFW

Even with Benjamin at the kitchen table across from her sensing her sudden arousal Bridgid couldn’t help spinning in the chair and pushing herself up and out of it. Roman met her in the middle and pulled her to him, crashing his lips to hers as he turned and pinned the Witch to the island.
The urgency in his kiss almost made Bridgid explode right there and then. His hands moved over her body, grasping and groping, pulling and tugging on her clothing. His mouth moved to her neck to nip gently and then he sucked on the skin there. The Werewolf crushed himself to her, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips.
Then a pair of cold hands was pulling Bridgid from Roman’s hot embrace. Unyielding lips crashed against hers, cooling the fever that Roman had ignited, yet replacing it with a cold chill that wound its way through her and settled in her already clenching pussy. Bridgid was rooted to the spot, her body moving up against his, and then the heat returned to her back. Roman’s hands were moving around Bridgid’s stomach, lifting her shirt, his hot hands moving over the Witch’s bare skin.
She broke Benjamin’s kiss and leaned her head back on Roman’s shoulder, reveling in their fire-and-ice combined touch. She couldn’t tell how long Benjamin’s cold lips pressed against her neck and throat, or when her shirt came over her head to allow both of the men to fondle her aching breasts. Roman was cupping and massaging while Benjamin’s cold tongue licked and sucked her hard nipples. Moans escaped Bridgid’s lips, her back arched, and her body begged for more. It had been far too long since she had been treated to it, and she was suddenly desperate for everything she knew they had to offer.
Benjamin’s hands moved over Bridgid’s thin, satin pants. She could feel the cool of his skin through the material as his hands moved over her thighs. He then slowly moved his hand up between her legs, caressing her clit through the fabric, bringing forward moans that only she had given herself in the last two weeks.
Bridgid couldn’t take any more of their teasing her, and stepped on the cuff of her pants, to pull them down off her. The Witch brought her arms back, holding on to Roman as she brought her legs up, wrapping them around Benjamin’s waist. He bent his head back to Bridgid’s breasts, lavishing them with his cool touch as she brought Roman’s hot mouth back to hers, driving her tongue against his. She tugged on his hair, moaning against his lips as she felt Benjamin’s hard cock against her, the blood bond they shared making it all the better as she felt him both emotionally and physically. She ground her pussy against Benjamin, holding the Vampire tightly against her, moving herself against him, driving the both of them crazy.
Bridgid held on to Roman with one hand as she felt both of her men supporting her between them, and moved her other hand down Roman’s stomach, and into the waistband of his sweatpants. The Werewolf groaned and bucked slightly against her hand as she gripped on to his dick roughly, running her hand along the length of him as he became even more aroused by her movements. Bridgid felt Benjamin pull away from her slightly, forcing her legs to drop down to the floor. She pulled her mouth away from Roman, and frowned at him. “What?”
Benjamin pulled the Witch up against him, driving his tongue into her mouth. His cold hands roamed over her body, pulling her down the hallway to the stairs. She felt Roman’s hands grab hold of her, and he pulled her back and pinned Bridgid against the wall, his hand moving instantly between her legs, stroking the fire that was building inside of her as he moved his fingers up into her wet pussy. Bridgid leaned against the wall heavily and gripped hold of his shoulders before ripping his shirt over his head to let her nails rake down his chest. Benjamin once again appeared at her side, and she felt his hand moving down her back, over her ass, and between her legs from behind. His fingers joined Roman’s for a moment before the heat was removed from her, then began rubbing her clit quickly as Benjamin’s fingers moved in and out of Bridgid’s cunt rapidly. The Witch gripped on to both of them, screaming out as she almost passed out from the intensity of it all as her first orgasm ripped through her.
It seemed to go on forever, neither of them backing off as Bridgid’s pussy walls clenched around Benjamin’s fingers. Her hips moved back and forth, grinding herself down against their hands. She panted and whimpered the longer her orgasm washed over her. Bridgid screamed out for the both of them as the release only seemed to build higher and higher on itself. The ecstasy was a sweet reminder of days long past, and Bridgid failed to see how being with just one of them could have ever truly satisfied her. The both of them working together was incredible, and ignited things within her that had been left dormant for so long.
Roman was always the aggressor in bed, Benjamin the gentleman. She submitted to Roman, and dominated Ben. With the two of them, she was demanding, vulgar, and willingly submitted to the both of them at once.
Once she finally started coming down from the high they’d given her, Bridgid felt arms surrounding her and she wasn’t sure whose they were but only seconds later her back hit the wall at the top of the stairs. Roman’s brown eyes met her own, and she felt him enter her roughly. The Witch cried out loudly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and bit onto his neck. She met Benjamin’s dark eyes as he came up the stairs and moved into the master bedroom. Her head fell back against the wall as the sensations of her Mate moving in and out of her brought her close to the edge again, then she heard Benjamin’s voice in her ear. “Bring her.” 

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Releasing Monday: Hope May Be the Most Dangerous Emotion for these #Heroes

Doctor Ilsa Blaine

Codename: Doc

Abilities: Designs programmable bioware, enhanced understanding of brain chemistry

Mission: Research, analyze and troubleshoot the team’s active microchips

On the cutting edge of neuroscience, Ilsa is developing microchips that can be inserted into the brain and deliver information. The applications are endless, but her current goal is just to get dogs to return to their owners should they ‘become lost.’ When her college roommate turns up asking for lunch, she’s hardly prepared for the chaos that ensues or the revelation her chip changed the world and the lives of five heroes from the future. And now they need her help…

Garrett Fox

Codename: The Viper

Abilities: toxins, poisons and assassination, he can kill with a touch

Mission: Protect Ilsa Blaine

One of five desperate men sent back in time to save the future, Garrett volunteers to be the doctor’s guinea pig as she studies their neuro-chips. It’s not his first time being a lab rat. In close quarters, the unthinkable happens, an attraction that could kill Ilsa. Drawn together by science, and on the fast track to destiny, Ilsa must prove to Garrett he isn’t toxic to everything and save his team from their chips before they can end them…

Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. An alliance with Halo has given their leader a taste of hope. For these five lonely soldiers, the single emotion may prove their most dangerous threat.

Find excerpt for Heather's The Judas Contact below

Focus on Boomers

Series Reading Order:

Yesterday’s Heroes (Prequel)
Book 1: The Judas Contact
Book 2: Deadly Genesis (Coming Soon)
Book 3: Unstoppable (Coming Soon)
Book 4: Heroes of Tomorrow (Coming Soon)

About the Author:

Heather Long

National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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Friday, July 29, 2016

Strong Women

This week we celebrate perhaps the largest crack in the glass ceiling yet, and saw a parade of strong, vocal women parade across our TV screens.

Romance heroines have changed with the times. Back in the heyday of the very short contemporary category romance, the heroine was invariably some bigwig's secretary, who toiled in his vineyard without much recompense, getting sent hither and yon to take care of his dry cleaning, fetch his coffee, and select gifts for his forgotten girlfriends...a milquetoasty heroine who pined away for Mr. Big unnoticed and unthanked...until...well, until she suddenly found herself between the pages of a skinny category. Perhaps she was the great surgeon's receptionist or the nurse who could be seen doing nothing more than toting trays of lime Jello.

Now, heroines are stronger, like the women of today. In some fantasies and some paranormals, they are kick-ass demon hunters. In many contemporaries they are the new moguls, heads of companies, inventors, creators, artists, nurses, teachers, FBI agents, computer geeks, cops...even if they are initially scatterbrained, klutzy or discombobulated... it is they who run the show. 


In my new release, AMBER'S ACE, the heroine, Amber Northridge, has been imprisoned, abused and molested for a number of years by the evil, bat-shit crazy former alpha of her pack. Only her wits resourcefulness have kept her sane...and helped her survive...along with her twin sister. 

Back with her pack and family, she finds it difficult to immediately accept safety and security, to set aside her fears and get used to another way of life. 

And then there is the new challenge that awaits... the hunky world-champion athlete who has returned to the pack...damaged in a different way. 

But both Amber and Riley are possessed of matching strength and matching sweetness. They're not just fated mates...they are soul mates. 


Riley Morgan, the all-star ace pitcher of the world champion New York Kings, has long hid his secret from his adoring fans and the clamoring metropolitan press. But when Riley is distracted on the mound by a long-distance mate call and the sweet voice from home he couldn't possibly have heard, he suffers a freak, career-ending injury that sends him back to his South Dakota wolf pack to heal.

Stolen from her family along with her twin sister years earlier, Amber Northridge was held prisoner and abused by the crazed former alpha and his henchmen since she was a teen, managing to survive through resourcefulness and wits. Now, at long last the pack has located them and set them free.

Returned home to Los Lobos, Amber recognizes the hunky baseball player she's seen on TV as her mate, but she doubts she can be with any man after all she has suffered.

Can the romantic machinations of Los Lobos' four renowned matchmakers unite the damaged pair?



Something sloshed into the creek from the nearby falls and briefly splashed about before emerging onto an island of rock—beaver or badger out to play and test the cold spring waters, most likely. Amber jerked her head up, gazing through the filmy curtain of spray, and sucked in a sharp breath.

A man.

Not “a man.” The man. The one she’d seen on the flickering TV screen seven months ago on the day of her rescue. The man who’d fallen to the ground in centerfield, writhing in agony. The man she could not
forget. She rubbed her ring. The amber heated and seemed to glow.

Everything inside her melted.

He seemed blissfully unaware of her, so she gaped her fill. Luna. Such a sinfully handsome naked man, droplets of water glistening like diamonds on his lickable, strokable, sun-kissed skin, his taut muscles bulging and rippling with every movement.

Tendrils of his rich, unique scent wafted across the water, curling around her, into her nose, into her brain, seeping into her body and setting a carnal fire between her legs. Goddess. He smelled delicious—as she’d known he would. She sniffed again. He smelled like summer, like hot sun and freshly mown grass, like the whisper of clean, soothing rain, bringing with it the barest hint of a dangerous thunderstorm. Like Cracker Jacks and cotton candy and roasted peanuts and salted caramel fudge at a state fair…or a baseball game. Not that she’d ever been to either. Still, she could taste him on her tongue, a feast for all her senses.



She wanted to devour him. A tremor ran through her, both excitement and fear. One thing to fantasize about the erotic delights she might share with an imaginary lover, another thing when confronted with a real, living, breathing, flesh-and-blood male. A big, clearly dominant male. When she could hardly bear to touch or be touched, when everything in her readied to flee, how had heated words like “lickable” and “strokable” entered her mind? How had she conjured images of her skimming her hungry lips in delight over his tanned skin, savoring the salty, masculine taste of him?

Amber dipped her hand in her pocket to run her fingers over the features of the small wolf Brick had given her, calling forth its protective powers. Instead, the little stone sculpture fairly buzzed, reflecting her own excitement. Warmth filled her palm. Something hummed and sang within her. She could not be imagining the sizzle of fiery energy coursing through her. Could not be imagining him. The amber ring on her finger lit with an inner fire, radiating light. Her hot blood scorched through her veins.

Her mind told her to run, to leap up and shift and bound away, to escape the solitary confines of the woods invaded by the threat of the strange man.

But her wolf struggled inside her, rebelling and whining at the notion of flight, claws abrading her skin, urging her instead to plunge into the crystal water and twine herself around the man. Amber shook her head and curled her fingers into the grass, willing the motion to ground her to solid earth.

Her wolf howled its displeasure, compelling her to at least remain where she was and watch the naked man—if she refused to run to him, to bask in his proximity and loll in his scrumptious scent. The beast scampered in a confusion of joy and frustration, sensing something nearby that would bring it endless delight and crying in hungry need when she deprived it of the satisfaction it craved.

Amber remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze from a masculine form as perfect as a sculpture, so beautiful and hunky she wanted to weep.

Well, except for the weird angles of his left hand, the fingers somewhat gnarled and twisted, and the muscles of his thinner left arm not quite as toned and bulging as those of his right.

Water slapped around the wide granite pedestal on which he stood.

As she stared, he went into a windup like the one she’d seen him perform on the TV screen so long ago. He ceased his movement before the throwing action, though, bringing his left arm back to his side with a disgusted shake of his head.Instead, he bent, gathered up a few stones, and skipped them expertly across the creek with his right hand.


His sharp gaze followed the progress of the stones, the splashes they made as they traveled to the other side.

Then he looked up and their gazes met, his eyes locking with hers, his own wintry and dazzling, a mercurial quicksilver freezing her in place like a bee in amber.

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Thursday, July 28, 2016

Celebrate the re-release of the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York with a hot sale and a mega giveaway!

Read on for a chance to win one of the Noble Passions Tiaras!

The Noble Passions Series
Follow the decadent exploits of friends and enemies as they find love and passion in the glittering world of the Regency—and its dark underbelly. All books are stand alone titles.

Dark Fancy
Book 1 in the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York
2014 Carolyn Reader’s Choice Award

When Lady Helena Simpson flees an unwanted marriage to a revolting lord, she finds refuge with James, a charming, handsome man unlike any she’s ever known. Helena concocts the perfect solution to her problem. She asks—begs—James to ruin her. Surely her betrothed will repudiate her if she is no longer pure. And if all her efforts fail and she still ends up married to a horrid man until the end of her days, she will at least once have known true passion.

But James is not all he seems. He is, in fact, a wicked lord with a dark fancy. When Helena awakens his desire, he becomes determined to take everything she has to offer and more. No matter the cost.

Dark Duke
Book 2 in the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York
2014 Golden Ankh Winner

Edward Wyeth, the Dark Duke of Moncrieff’s life has been turned on its end. His well-ordered home has been invaded. By destitute relatives. From Scotland. How on earth can he write Lord Hedon’s salacious novels with hellions battling in the garden and starting fires in the library? But with the onslaught has come a delicious diversion. His cousin’s companion, the surprisingly intriguing Kaitlin MacAllister. He is determined to seduce her. Using her desperate need for funds and her talents as an artist, he convinces her to draw naughty pictures for his naughtier books…and he draws her into his decadent web.

But Kaitlin has a secret. She’s fled Scotland—and a very determined betrothed. When Edward’s cousin is kidnapped and held in her stead, Kaitlin is honor-bound to return to her homeland and rescue her—much to Edward’s chagrin.
Because suddenly he can’t bear the thought of Kaitlin marrying another man. He can’t bear the thought of losing her at all.

Book 3 in the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York

Kidnapped and held prisoner by menacing Scottish brigand, the notorious McCloud, Violet Wyeth does her best to persevere…and resist his rakish charms. But when she realizes The McCloud is really Ewan St. Andrews, the boy who once saved her life, the boy who once kissed her and made her heart flutter, she is lost.

Ewan has every intention of marrying Lady Kaitlin MacAllister. He desperately needs the entrée into the ton this bride can provide. But when his bride is delivered—bound and gagged—it’s not Kaitlin. It’s Violet Wyeth—the girl who betrayed him and ruined his life when he was a boy. He keeps her, determined to punish her for her sins. But when he discovers the truth about what really happened so long ago, and seething passion rises between them, he can no longer hold on to his rusty grudge. By the time he realizes how much he loves Violet—that he always has—he’s lost her.
All he can do is follow her. Follow her into the bowels of hell—and partake in the torment of the glittering London Season, where the harpies are far more dangerous than a Scottish brigand.

Book 4 in the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York

When rakish Ned falls in with the wrong crowd, his brother decides to send him to the Continent for “seasoning”. For Sophia, this just won’t do. She’s loved Ned for ages—and also longed for adventure. She runs away from her boring suitors and disguises herself as a cabin boy on the Defiant, the ship sailing Ned to Italy.

Ned knows he’s not good enough for Sophia, but once they’re on the Defiant, he can’t stop himself from touching her, tasting her, loving her. Not when a wild tempest and a band of ruthless pirates threaten them. Not when every look from her gives him such pleasure. And certainly not when she comes, warm and wild and willing, to his bed.

If they survive their voyage, Sophia’s brother might kill him, but it will have been worth every moment and every hot, sweet kiss.

Book 5 in the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York
2014 EPIC eBook Award Finalist
2013 Passionate Plume Finalist

Widowed and threatened with penury by her heartless in-laws, Eleanor--Lady Ulster--hatches a plot to save herself. Determined to produce the Ulster "heir", she seduces a stranger at a tawdry masquerade. Little does she know, this magnificent masked lover is none other than her husband's greatest nemesis. And God knows Ulster had plenty.

Ethan Pennington is mortified to arrive at a house party and discover Lady Ulster in attendance. He has wanted her and hated wanting her--his enemy's bride--for years. When he overhears Eleanor's predicament and her plans to place a cuckoo in the Ulster nest, he is more than willing to oblige. The opportunity to finally claim her--while taking the revenge he craves--is more than he can resist. Ethan strikes a bargain with Eleanor, promising to provide her with the heir she so desperately needs...if she will meet his needs in return. Every decadent one of them.


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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Would you marry a #SEAL? 7 BRIDES FOR 7 SEALs, #1 in #series out now!

7 Brides for 7 SEALs new series begins a trek down the aisle by every man on this team! 

YOU WERE ALWAYS MINE stars a man in white and a gal in a suit. Yeah, a suit.

If giving up her seat to the hunky Navy SEAL brought her a weekend in his arms, could it bring her forever, too?  

He offered her dinner.
What Navy SEAL Lieutenant Nick Reardon got was more than a lovely dinner companion. What Abby Stuart got was a red hot one night stand that became an irresistible interlude.
So when a glimpse of their past proves that their fascination could be more than a brief affair, they must decide if what they create together is worthy of all their tomorrows. 

Excerpt: Copyright, Cerise DeLand 2016. 
All rights reserved.
“We’ll do this,” he said, his rough words sounding stern as a vow. “And then we’ll curl up and go to sleep.”
Oh, she wanted to curl up all right. She wanted to kiss him until the world ended. He would know, too, because hadn’t she just answered him by vibrating in his arms?
He licked his lower lip, his blue gaze probing hers and looking at her Christmasy pjs. “Honest. You and me and all your Santas. We’re going to kiss.”
She cuffed him, laughing all the way.
He did, too, and crushed her against him. “Kiss me. Make it long and make it worth four more hours to wait for another.”
“You are evil, do you know that?”
The sun and moon and stars blazed across his features with delight. “Yeah. It’s what I’m paid for. Do it.”
He wouldn’t move first. That she understood. It had to be her, now or never. She leaned closer to his lips. A breath separated them. “What if once isn’t enough?”
“It will be.”
Disappointment rang through her.
And he smiled, consolation ripe on his lips. “Tomorrow, I promise to kiss you anytime you ask.”
She could live like that. “You could get in trouble for conduct unbecoming.”
“Baby, with you in my arms, I’ve already got that trouble, and if you don’t kiss me, I may just die before they come to throw me in the brig.”
She sank her fingers into his luscious hair, cupping the back of his head, her breasts boring into his hard naked chest. She put her mouth on his, his lips firm and soft, his breath heavy and rapid. She brushed her lips on his once. He hauled her up, and her skin met his. He groaned, and she slanted her mouth this way. He took her up and pressed her down. He followed her, his lips drinking her in, his tongue tangling with hers.
The euphoria rippled through her in a storm. No one had ever kissed her like she was his all, his everything. She had never wanted to be any man’s either.
And so the kiss lengthened and ended only because they needed air.
He pushed her back against his thighs, his hand sinking into her hair. “Abby, get up. Now. Come around the other side and crawl back into bed.”
Totally without a thought in her head, she obeyed. When she had settled onto her back, he ran one strong arm around her waist and pushed her to her side. He adjusted his body behind her, his corded length along her own, one leg over her hip. Then he hugged her tightly to him. “Tomorrow morning, if I’m not here when you wake up, don’t panic.”
She did now. She whipped her head around to stare at him over her shoulder. “Why?”
“Oh, honey.” He kissed her nose. “I’m not leaving. I’m going for an early swim.” He moved closer, and the feel of his mighty erection against her ass gave the evidence of his rationale. “I’ll need it. This will be the longest night of my life.”
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Who is Cerise?
Cerise DeLand loves to cook, hates to dust, adores traveling...and lives to write!
She is #1 Bestselling Regency Author of spicy romances starring dashing heroes and sassy women. Her box set THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE was recently on the bestseller list for ONE solid YEAR!

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Monday, July 25, 2016

Sex, the Supernatural, and Highland Vampires by Suz deMello

For many of us who write romance and erotica, paranormal is the most enticing of the sub-sub-genres, offering many ways to increase sexual tension. World-building allows us to create our own erotic settings, invent sexier creatures than those who exist on our planet, traipse through time to find or lose lovers... We can bend reality any way we choose. We can invent supernatural beings both virtuous and villainous while investing the corners of our new world with quirks that facilitate the thrills and spills that make a great read. 

The paranormal encompasses so many sub-sub-genres! A partial listing: futuristic, including science fiction; steampunk; time travel; fantasy, which encompasses "creature" stories with vampires, weres, the fae, dragons, zombies and the like. Magic and witchcraft is also a subgenre of fantasy. All of these can be mixed into any story brew you please. 

World-building 101:  Take the basic elements of any book and consider how they may be made paranormal, i.e., beyond the normal.

Characters and conflicts: There's a natural tension in a romance between a paranormal entity and a human, and you can exploit this to your advantage and to the betterment of your book. Vampires are a great example. How can there be a "happily ever after" ending to a romance between an immortal, virtually invulnerable being and someone who will, inevitably, die? Would any sensible vampire dare to open his or her heart to a fragile human? And how can a human trust in the love of an immortal? We who age must fear the loss of an immortal's love. 

Vampires, being denizens of the night, are intrinsically mysterious. Powerful predators, vamps step easily into villainous roles, but lately we've been reading about heroic vampires. With their extraordinary senses, vampires can make extraordinary heroes. The vampire laird in Temptation in Tartan is a great example.

There's also natural tension in a relationship between different supernatural beings. Werewolves and vampires are both dominating creatures. The males often figure as alphas in many an erotic romance. What happens when territories overlap? Clashes are inevitable, and the sex is awesome. 

Many writers have created supernatural beings whose abilities amplify each others. For example, Jayne Castle (Jayne Ann Krentz) created different types of psychics in what I call her flower trilogy (Amaryllis, Orchid, and Zinnia); the differing talents need each other in order to effectively focus and use their powers. Often one of the dyad was female and the other male. Thus, they'd have to work together to solve the mystery and trap the villain. But the sexual tension and conflict were maintained using this device, for the female would wonder if the male truly loved her for her qualities other than her ability to focus his energies. 

Others create creatures made for sex. Succubi and incubi, supernatural demons who use humans for sex and seed, have become popular. Some writers have invented aliens which can extrude body parts and insert them into their human subjects for pleasure and pain. 

Setting: Setting is an often overlooked aspect of our novels. As an editor, I have read several stories that are completely non-specific as to setting. As a reader, I like to be grounded in a story. I like to know where and when the story's taking place. I don't believe that I suffer from terminal uniqueness, so as a writer, I let the reader know where and when the story's taking place, even if the both are completely imaginary, i.e., "a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away." In a paranormal, it is fatal to overlook setting. 

More positively, some settings are so compelling that they will earn your book a spot on many a reader's keeper shelf. Fans return again and again to the Harry Potter books and to Tolkien not only because of the intriguing characters, compelling conflicts and universal themes, but because they want to spend more time at Hogwarts and exploring Middle Earth. Orson Scott Card calls fiction dependent upon a particular setting milieu fiction, and gives Tolkien's Ring Trilogy as an example. Of course you may create any setting that compels you, but when you do so, consider how your setting will facilitate or block mystery and romance. 

When world-building for a paranormal erotic romance, I like to factor in elements that will facilitate sexy situations. In Queen of Shadow, a paranormal erotic thriller, I postulated a planet with an extremely low birthrate. Babies were rare and prized. Thus, sex was encouraged—including public sex—which enabled me to include numerous sex scenes, while the dearth of normal births encouraged the characters to find other reproductive methods. These added to the suspense subplot (I don't want to say more without providing a spoiler alert). 

With The Moon Maiden's Mate
Settings need not be exotic and magic need not be arcane, invented from whole cloth. You can use what you already know. I drew upon my teenage interests in tarot reading and Wicca to write Gypsy Witch, an erotic short story set in my hometown of Sacramento, California during the dog days of late summer. A character used witchcraft to bring to life the stone statues of knights set at the doorway of the downtown Masonic Temple, bringing magic to an otherwise mundane setting. The romantic conflict ended in a ménage—a different kind of magic. 

Theme: Also overlooked, but as intrinsically a part of our stories as words themselves. Many paranormals feature the clash of good against evil. Paranormals employing figures out of religious traditions, such as angels, devils, demons and the like, will inevitably dabble in moral questions whether or not the author is aware that s/he is doing so. Raising such questions is older than Faust, older even than the Bible. 

Coming of age stories are also common. In erotica, we often read the induction of a virgin into the pleasures of sex. One of my erotic short stories, The Moon Maiden's Mate, was about an arranged marriage on a lunar colony. Another popular theme is the BDSM newbie learning about the joy of kink. 

My Highland Vampires series, which I'm reissuing independently, combines many of these aspects of writing. The vampire Clan Kilborn is founded in Viking in Tartan, a medieval short story, and the saga continues in Temptation in Tartan. Desire in Tartan, Lovers in Tartan and Rakes in Tartan will follow later this year.

The message? Erotic romance isn’t only about sex. Write a good story with explicit sex and you’ll have a really good story. Put it on another planet and you’ll have a great story. Paranormal content is a great way to engage the reader.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

"I have a name; not a number" #scifi Bringer of Chaos @kayelleallen

In this scene from Bringer of Chaos, the human guard assigned to Pietas refuses to reveal his name, so he is given a new one. When he asks "Why call me Six?" he's not too happy about the answer. He is a "ghost" -- a reanimated special ops soldier brought back for missions against the people of Pietas, called Ultras.

Don't Call Me Six

The human launched into a lengthy tale about his childhood, revealing bits of history without naming a person or place. Even while regaling Pietas with a tale, his soldier-training held true. One consorted with the enemy to make him feel comfortable and use that comfort to gain intelligence, but revealed no personal details.
Pietas had to admit to a grudging respect. "I--" He coughed. "I am Pietas."
"Yeah." The ghost paused, and then chuckled. "I figured that for myself."
The remnant of a tear rolled onto his lips. Pietas licked it. Tasted salt, sweat, his own blood. "Six now."
"Sorry, what?"
"Name. Six."
"Six? Sorry. I don't get you."
"You. Six."
"What, you mean, you call me Six?"
"Six. Eight."
"Six eight. Sixty eight? What? What are you... Oh. You mean because we met on Enderium Six."
"Six. Eight."
"You're making no sense, Ultra. I don't have a clue-- Oh, wait." The ghost swore. "There were eight ghosts who came up against you in that room. You're saying you thought of me as number six."
Pietas smiled, pleased he understood. "Yes."
"You think 'cause I won't tell you my name, you can give me a number?" He swore in another language. "You got some nerve, Ultra. You know that?"
"I am Pietas."
"You don't like being called Ultra, don't call me Six."
"Is-- your name."
"I'm gonna let that go 'cause you're in there and I'm out here, but you call me Six when we get outta here, I'm gonna kick your ass."
Pietas smiled. So, the ghost foresaw them leaving together, did he? Good. He could definitely use that.
Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.

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Download and print three PDF Bookmarks. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back.
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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Free Book - Dance of the Vampires

Book 1 - Dancing Vampire Series 
The culture of the ancient Celts and the mist and magic of Wales, Scotland, and Ireland fascinates me. The paranormal beliefs in Celtic mythology inspire me. I’ve always seen seductive blood suckers such as vampires as more feminine than masculine, but in the old horror movies they are mainly men. Yet the Celtic fey vampiric creatures are all women, which makes more sense to me. 

I am intrigued by folk takes of a type of Celtic vampiric fey, the Scottish baobhan sith (baa’-van shee), who wear green dresses and in some legends have goat hooves for feet. They are also called dancing vampires. The gorgeous temptresses appear before their human victims, usually young men coming from the local pub late at night. Clad in scanty, green silk dresses displaying their shapely, sensuous bodies they entice these stumbling men to dance with them. Burning with desire for the hot embrace of a seductress’s slender arms and the softness of a dancer’s supple thigh, the men enjoy dancing with the baobhan sith, at first. Once the men grow exhausted of the nonstop dancing, the baobhan sith strike. Without warning, their long nails transform into talons of death, to rip the flesh of their victims and drink of the crimson stream. They don’t have fangs, their nails extend like claws and they use them as a deadly weapon. 
Book 2 - Dancing Vampire Series

Some of the other ways Celtic vampires differ from their more traditional, fang growing counterparts is they don’t turn mortals and no one stakes them through the heart. With the baobhan sith it’s all about the cairn. When a stone in a cairn is overturn, the baobhan sith are able to pass through to our realm. To get rid of them just stack the stones back on the cairn and they cannot leave their fey realm underhill. 

Of course I thought what a great character for an erotica paranormal romance and I wrote a the dancing vampire series. And the first in the series, Dance of the Vampires is now free. 

I have a blurb and excerpt of Dance of the Vampires below and the book is free at Amazon, B & N, and iTunes.

One of Ian’s six brothers kick over the stones of an ancient cairn, unknowingly freeing Sorcha and her six sisters from underhill. The seven handsome Scots are enchanted by the voluptuous temptresses until they turn on the men. Ian captures Sorcha, giving his brothers a chance to escape. With the dark fey woman still in his grasp, Ian is saved by the rising sun.

Book 3 - Dancing Vampire Series
Her sisters vanish with the light of dawn and Sorcha is trapped in the mortal realm. The seductress can’t resist Ian’s attentions as he stirs throbbing urges she’s never felt before. Ian is bewitched by the wild delights offered by this vampire siren. He can’t get enough of her. Still, her wicked sisters and his highland brothers want nothing more than to attack and kill each other. Will Sorcha and Ian’s sizzling passion prove strong enough to overcome the differences between the dark fey and humans?

Ian wobbled out the door of the pub ahead of his six brothers. Focusing as hard as he could, pushing one foot in front of the other, he stumbled across a field in the moonlight. A clump of gorse and heather brushed against his jeans.
“Brother, be careful not to step on a thistle in the dark,” Lachlan yelled in slurred speech.

“I have my boots on,” Ian snapped.

“Are you sure, little brother?” Malcolm, the oldest, called out. “You usually run barefoot and cry like a girl when you get a thorn in your foot.”

Book 4 - Dancing Vampire Series
“I was five years old the last time that happened.” Tired of the lot of them, he stomped ahead. “I’d go off by myself and leave all of you here, but someone has to lead you home.”

Well past midnight, silence engulfed the field until Calin burst out laughing and couldn’t stop.

“Shut up,” Angus, the middle brother, yelled.

“He’s hammered.” Errol nodded his head toward him. “He cannot help it.”

“Well, I do not know what’s so funny or why we had to leave right when I spotted the pretty women in the pub.”

Tavish kicked a stone with his foot as he tromped through the grass with his brothers.

“Because we are all drunk.” Lachlan’s body wavered, leaning forward then back. “That is why the lassies started looking so bonny to you. Those were the same ones you called old and ugly when they first came in, you bampot.”

Book 5 - Dancing Vampire Series 
“They were old, that was Liam’s mother and aunt.” Angus grabbed Tavish’s head and jostled it back and forth. He ducked out of Angus’ way.

“Ooch!” Ian jumped back.

“What is wrong with you?” Malcolm set his hand on his hip.

Ian pointed to the ancient mound of stones caked over with dirt and grass. “I almost stepped on a fairy mound.” His stomach knotted.

“Brother, are you afraid of a pile of old stones?” Calin threw his head back and rocked with laughter.

“It’s a cairn.” Ian’s heart still thudded from the near miss. “Any who disturb it will be cursed.”

“I dare you to knock it over.” Errol crossed his arms over his chest.

Ian stepped back, a horrified look on his handsome face. “I will not.”

Book 6 - Dancing Vampire series
“I will.” With long, sure strides, Tavish stepped toward the ancient gravesite.

“Do not do it.” Ian’s belly clenched even tighter, until he felt sharp jabs of pain.

Before the other six could stop him, Tavish drew back his foot and crashed it into the sacred cairn with a hard kick. A loud, sharp gasp from each of his brothers hung in the air. One lone stone rolled free of the mound.

Malcolm’s mouth dropped open. “You disturbed the fey.”

“You’ve done it now.” Lachlan stepped back, attempting to separate himself from the sacrilege.

“He dared me.” Tavish pointed at Errol. “I had to do it, now didn’t I?”

“Errol’s a turnip-headed bampot,” Calin shouted. “You too, Tavish.”

“I do not like it.” Ian shook his head. “It’s sacred. It’s cursed.” The knot in his stomach froze, growing as cold as ice.

“This is bad.” Angus shook his head.

“Let’s keep walking.” Calin slid his foot forward with a confident stride.

Malcolm bobbed his head. “We should hurry home before something happens.”

“We are,” Errol snapped. “We’re in this field taking a shortcut, remember?”

“Come on.” Malcolm headed away from the disturbed monument. “Walk faster.” He took the lead as the others followed.

“Look.” Ian came to an abrupt stop.

His brothers froze as their gazes turned to where he pointed his finger. Seven women, all in odd dresses of green tartan silk, stood beside the cairn. Their lush, scarlet lips curved into smiles as seductive as warm kisses.