Just Another Paranormal Monday

Halloween Bash Blog

2011-10-10T02:27:00.000-07:00

Just Another ParaNormal Halloween ~ Anthology from Mojo Castle

2010-10-05T23:29:00.000-07:00

I've had a lifelong love of mysticism and all paranormal topics. So, it's a natural for me, as an author, to write erotic romances in those subgenres ~ futuristic, fantasy and everything paranormal. Oh, yeah, Halloween, Samhain, this thinning of the veil between the worlds, has become a very Muse-inspirational time of year for me.

Of course, so far, I’ve only scratched the surface. But, scratch I’ve done with two of my heroine feline shapeshifters, Sun Rocket and Sable. And now, with my Tiger Shapeshifter hero, Zyrru. He stars in my short story, THE TIGER’S MASQUERADE as part of the Just Another ParaNormal Halloween anthology ~ now available at Mojo Castle Press as an ebook, and will soon be in print.
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Here is K.A. M'Lady’s clever intro of all the short stories included in the anthology.

On the Darkest Knight of a Pixies Holiday, you'll feel an A-mazing Grace, but beware of Love, Lies and Zombie Cries, for Samhain's Visitor and His Girl will arrive at the Tiger's Masquerade, followed by the Man in the Long Black Coat.

It's Just Another ParaNormal Halloween at the Castle... Mojocastle.

By K.A. M'Lady
~ kamlady.net ~
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What follows are the blurbs, and an excerpt from THE TIGER’S MASQUERADE:

Blurb ~

Stacy wasn’t looking for a tiger-man to erotically and exotically fill her tank, then steal her heart. That is, until the Halloween ‘Call of the Wild Masquerade’ ball. But, what kind of tiger does she have by the tail?

Zyrru wasn’t looking for a human woman to un-tame his fiercest passions, and alter his royal life forever. After all, he’s only vacationing on Earth, and is almost engaged to The Princess. But, her rosefire scent is irresistible.

Excerpt ~

Stacy slipped her hands over her gown’s full skirts reveling in the feel of the shimmering pink satin. Picking them up as elegantly as she knew how, she moved toward the mansion’s ballroom.

Excitement pounded her heart. Expectation had shadowed her all day and now it heightened. For what, she wasn’t certain, except that her boss had teased her with promo pictures of the tiger men she’d hired for her Call of the Wild Masquerade ball.

Stacy paused at the arched entrance, sweeping her gaze over the huge room’s starry ethereal decorations, the ones she’d helped to arrange the day before. Not quite prepared for more than images of the Tame a Party Tiger men, Stacy came to a sliding halt on her dancer’s shoes.

Aware she looked ridiculously awkward with her arms akimbo and her body leaning forward, still, Stacy stared, and practically panted. Thankfully, her mask didn’t impede her breathing any, and she wasn’t wearing a corset, or she might have keeled over in an un-ladylike faint.

Exotic. Sexy. Gorgeously handsome.

Mygawd! Their bods were fighting lean, yet with beefcake muscles galore. At least, from what she could observe, since they wore updated versions of sixties’ sharkskin suits. Damn, who knew her heart could beat this fast over looking at a man? Okay, sharp-dressed tiger men.
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The Man in the Long Black Coat
by Susan Gabriel

“Behold, I come as a thief in the night and I tell you, ye worship ye know not what.”

Blurb:

Mariah Bishop, the preacher's daughter, lives in a town where religion and superstition are so deeply entwined there's no telling where one ends and the other begins. But her father, the good Eldon Bishop fears there is something more than religious rapture stirring in the young Mariah.

When the mysterious man in the long, black coat blows into town and holds an old-time revival on All Hallow's Eve, Mariah and the colorful characters which surround her are set on a course with consequences they couldn't possibly foresee.
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A-Mazing Grace
by D. McEntire

Sometimes a wrong turn can be the right choice…

Blurb:

Halloween never meant anything special to Grace. That is until taking up an offer by her best friend for a night time trip through a local corn maze leaves her changing her tune—and her life. Coming face-to-face with a man sporting glowing red eyes and fangs, then rescued by a man who seemed just as unreal as the first makes for one hell-of-a wild night only she seems to remember.

Connell has hunted alongside his brothers for centuries, following a code to protect the secret of their race—vampires—by removing rogues vampires who refuse to blend in among society. That secret is threatened when wiping the memory of a feisty human female he saves from a rogue doesn’t take completely.

But, it isn’t her recollection of him that leads her deeper into his world. Arriving moments too late on the scene of her second attack by a rogue leaves him facing the choice of converting her or leaving her to die.
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A Pixie Holiday
by Brigit Aine

Halloween brings all sorts of interesting things to Kira's life, and some of them are worth it.

Blurb:

On Halloween Kira is able to go out as herself, with no glamour on and allow others to see her true self, a pixie As she is trying to avoid the man her father sent years ago to try and marry her, she runs into a someone else, someone who makes her feel safe and protected. Although she isn't even aware that she needs protecting, yet.

Lance knows he needs to get Kira to like him, after all they are going to be married, but he has to keep her safe and get her to the conclave before any of that can happen. And it seems as if those who do not want to see an alliance between the Pixies and the Wolves would do whatever it takes to make sure his plans are foiled.
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His Girl
by Sapphire Phelan

Erotic paranormal romance with vampires.

Blurb:

My Girl was more than just a song for Evan McPhail and Aimee Saunders; it was the music of their love and passion for each other. For nothing could tear them apart, not even death.
Then Aimee vanished.

She returns to Evan thirty years later, no longer human. To the tempo of their passion, they prove that doesn't matter.
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Samhain's Visitor
by Kiki Howell

Samhain's visitors can be anything from dark and shadowy to sexy and full of surprizes.

Blurb:

When an uninvited visitor shows up during Sarah’s Samhain ritual, her Mute Supper is literally disrupted by cups and plates being tossed about. Soon, the shadow weighing on her and the voices with cryptic messages incite terror.

But, help comes in various forms. And, one is sexy and full of surprises.
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Darkest Knight
by Ashley Blade

Blurb:

What would happen if you woke up one day a vampire?

Julie asked herself the same question many times, especially after reading one of her favorite paranormal stories.

Now what seemed like a fantasy world captured in descriptive words becomes her reality and she has to figure out if it was all it was cracked up to be.
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Love, Lies & Zombie Cries
by K.A. M'Lady

When It Comes To The Heart, Something Always Bleeds

Blurb:

Jayda Oslynn knows what death feels like. She knows the solitude in the darkness’ silence. The lonely spaces between life’s last breath and the realm of the undead.

Like the women in her family before her, she’s had a life-long affinity with those that wander in the land between. Some call it black magick or necromancy, but to the Oslynn family it’s always been known as death dealing. And, whether a blessing or a curse, Jayda’s always been able to feel their feelings – their love and suffering, their happiness and sorrows. The truth, when shared through her eyes, always has a way of being felt and seen.

This Halloween, Jayda finds that when dealing with the dead, some memories are better left buried, for the real truth never stays buried and hearts, once broken seldom seem to mend.
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SHAPESHIFTER LOVERS, come on by and check out the *new* look for SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS, the home blog of authors: Serena Shay, Pat Cunningham, Rebecca L. Gillan, Solara and yours truly.

Mr. Wolf will be looking for you.
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Happy Thinning of the Veil ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Sapphire Phelan's Guest Blog & Contest at Fang-Tastic Books May 1-3

2010-05-02T09:07:00.000-07:00

I am guest blogging at Fang-Tastic Books, talking about my new release. This will be the last stop on my virtual blog tour too. This is also the chance to not only win a download of Being Familiar With a Witch, but to be a character in the sequel to Being Familiar With a Witch. All you have to do to be entered is to leave a comment. It stafrted may 1st and continues the 2nd and ends on the 3rd by midnight EST. The winner will be drawn by the Blog Mistress of Fang-Tastic Books on May 4th (which also happens to be my son's birthday, too!)

There are other ways to get more entries. The blog will tell you how.

http://fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/guest-blog-and-giveaway-with-sapphire.html

Join Me at Coffee Time Romance's Blog Today-Contest Too

2010-04-16T08:11:00.000-07:00

I'm blogging all day at Coffee Time Romance's blog, Coffee Thoughts today, Friday the 16th at http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/demons-romance-and-humor-with-sapphire-phelan/ . I will be doing a giveaway to one lucky commenter of my new erotic paranormal romance, Ain't Nothin' Like Succubus Lovin'. So come and party with me.

Sapphire Phelan

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Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.

Now Available from Phaze Books: Ain't Nothin' Like Succubus Lovin':
Finding a date was never more hellish. When Jordan Hudson borrowed his friend's A Dummy's Guide to Demon Summoning and called up a succubus, he found that dating and making love to a minion of Hell proves to be more than a one night stand.

HOT HUNK WEDNESDAY on SAPPHIRE PHELAN'S BLOG

2009-09-16T07:06:00.001-07:00

Two sexy guys for Hot Hunk Wednesday. Both are from a TV show I am addicted to. The show's last season started last week. Check them out.

http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-hunk-wednesday_16.html

Sapphire Phelan
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Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.

Available now: from Phaze Books: the erotic urban fantasy, Being Familiar With a Witch:
Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers.
For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.

HOT HUNK WEDNESDAY on SAPPHIRE PHELAN'S BLOG

2009-07-15T05:38:00.000-07:00

Hot Hunk Wednesday on my blog has a sexy firefighter today: http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-hunk-wednesday_15.html

Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.

Available now: from Phaze Books: the erotic urban fantasy, Being Familiar With a Witch:

Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers.
For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.

HOT HUNK WEDNESDAY on SAPPHIRE PHELAN'S BLOG

2009-07-08T07:51:00.000-07:00

It's Hot Hunk Wednesday on my blog. Today, this one is "baring" it all for you. Find him at http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-hunk-wednesday.html

Sapphire Phelan
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http://www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan
http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter

Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and
other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.

Available now: from Phaze Books: the erotic urban fantasy, Being Familiar With a Witch:
Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers.
For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.

Eternal Press New July Release: The High Life by Terry Sanville

2009-07-06T11:04:00.001-07:00

The High Life by Terry Sanville
http://www.eternalpress.ca/highlife.html
Paranormal Science Fiction/Romance, 5,665 Words
$ US
Flame Rating: 1 Flame
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Foery K. MacDonell
Copyedited by Gerald L. “Moss” Bliss, D.D.
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-23-4
Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-32-6

Low level violence
Adult themes

Summary:
By 2098, the rise in sea level has flooded low-lying areas along the Southern California coast. The flooding has created a patchwork of marsh islands where the displaced “dung people” live – subsistence fishermen and farmers…the future’s untouchables.
The affluent live high above the marshland, in condominiums bolted to the underside of old freeway flyovers. Jacque lives in a posh end unit and is the CEO of an international trading company. She discovers Desmond, a handsome dark-skinned “dungee,” trying to steal crops grown on her balcony. She helps him escape from the murderous Security Forces. When they meet again on a moonlit night, their attraction leads to passionate lovemaking. But can love and lust overcome their differences? Create a lasting bond? Don’t assume anything about this story, because the ending may surprise you.

Excerpt:

Moving along the walkway that surrounded her unit, she froze. A metal hook with rope attached hung from the railing. The rope was taut. Jacque leaned outward. A man clung to the line ten meters below, almost hidden in the vines. With a yelp, she retreated.
“HELP, PLEASE. I won’t hurt—” followed her inside.
Slamming the door, she reached for the vidcom to call Security, but stopped. Stay calm…stay calm. You can take care of this…you’re in control here.
From the kitchen, she retrieved a serrated knife. A shiver ran through her body. You can do this…you’re top management now…. She pushed through the balcony door and moved to the rope. It was made of some kind of hand-braided material, probably from the marsh reeds that concealed the dung people’s villages. She sawed on the line with the knife. It began to tremble.
“PLEASE DON’T,” the dungee shouted. “The fall will kill me.”
She stopped sawing and yelled, “Then climb down and get the hell out of here.”
“I can’t. Look.”
The coffee-with-soy colored man pointed to the lagoon. A massive school of finned fish cut the water’s surface. She watched a particularly large example roll onto its side, showing jagged teeth. Maybe I should feed him to those critters and save Security the trouble.
“PLEASE, I’m begging you.” He used proper English, which surprised her. She’d expected the dungees to communicate in grunts and growls. But it was the fear and pleading in his voice that made it tough for her to treat him like the animal he was.

Eternal Press New July Release: Heart of a Warrior by Margaret West

2009-07-06T11:03:00.001-07:00

Heart of a Warrior by Margaret West
http://www.eternalpress.ca/heartofawarrier.html
Romance, 71,400 Words
$ US
Heat Rating: 2 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Pam Slade
Copyedited by Rose V. Stepney
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-31-9
Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-30-1

Summary:

When Belinda arrives fresh from England, at her father’s store on the edge of a Navajo reservation, she is faced with not only the news her father is ill in hospital, but the store is being run by Jez Lansdowne, a man she hates and distrusts. Until she can find out why Jez is suddenly her father’s new partner, Belinda is forced to live in Chief Yuma’s storage hut, next to the store.
Yuma is annoyed the fiery English woman is living on his land, as the Res is soon closing to outsiders. They clash, but a deeper emotion grows into a love that makes Yuma question his culture and traditions.

Excerpt:

Belinda ran full pelt towards the sound of the waterfall. Just when she thought she was almost there, her feet left the ground and she screamed in angry frustration. Muscular arms encased her like tight bands of steel, and she clawed at them knowing in her heart that this man was way too strong for her to escape from.
“Let me go,” she screamed, scratching and kicking with every bit of strength she possessed. “Get off me.” It took a few moments for her to register the soft, masculine voice in her ear.
“Belinda, it’s all right. You’re safe now—with friends. No-one’s going to hurt you.”
Belinda continued to struggle. Friends! She didn’t have any of them in this godforsaken country. A small sob pushed through her swollen lips, as her strength began to wane.
“Belinda, stop. The fight is over. I promise you that while there is breath in my body, no one will hurt you like this again. You’re safe with me.”As the words penetrated her terror fuelled brain, Belinda slowly ceased her wild struggle. She didn’t know who held her, but for the first time since she was a child, she felt totally safe. Still locked inside the protective circle of the arms holding her, she slowly turned. A sob caught in her throat when she saw a single turquoise stone hanging on a silver chain. It was lying on a bare, golden chest, one she remembered very well.

Eternal Press New July Release: Queen of Kings: Macha Mong Raud by Cornelia Amiri

2009-07-06T11:02:00.002-07:00

Queen of Kings: Macha Mong Raud by Cornelia Amiri
http://www.eternalpress.ca/queenofkingsmachamongraud.html
Celtic/Fantasy/Romance, 17,950 Words
$ US
Flame Rating: 3 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Rebecca Wood
Copyedited by Erin Cramer
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-21-0
Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-30-2

Summary:

Macha of the Red Braids exudes the essence of female power. Defying and fighting two kings, she takes her father’s place on the throne. With one goal in mind, she uses magic, battles, disguises, and skills of seduction to take the crown as sole ruler. She is the only woman listed as a High King of Ireland. She builds the famed kingdom of Emain Macha, marking off the borders with the pin of her treasured cloak brooch. Even still, a Champion from the wilds of Connaught throws the powerful battle queen off guard when he comes to claim her heart. Has Macha met her match in Nath of Connaught? Will he pass the three trials she has set before him?

Excerpt:

It was night, her element. As there were the dark gods of the moon and the sea, so there were the bright ones of the sun. She was dark. Her gaze fell onto the distant plain where she had raced with Nath earlier in the day. Though clouded in darkness now, she thought of the lush green grass that blanketed the earth. The deep, dark soil was firm and solid: sure, constant, and dependable.
She turned and gasped. Nath had come upon her, silently. He stood there at her side.
“I did not mean to startle you, my queen.”
His nearness was overwhelming. She cleared her throat, pretending not to be affected. “Not at all.”
But she couldn’t tear her gaze from him. Fiery sun, bright and hot, big and bold. Everyone wants him to shine on them.
“The druid thought you would be out here.”
“The druid knows me well.”
When the rays of the sun touched the rich earth, they created the lush peaceful green pasture. She needed him, the sun for her earth. They completed each other. They belonged together: dark and light, earth and sun, Nath and Macha. The druid knew it, and druids were never wrong.
He looked up, and her gaze followed his. The pearl moon gleamed, smooth and perfect against the clear ebony sky, which twinkled with countless stars.
“Dark, sparkling, vast and enchanting,” Nath rasped.
“Yes, the night sky is lovely.”
“I did not mean the sky, my queen.”
A twinkle of moonlight caught her eye as she gazed at him. His eyes alone could set her ablaze. Fire danced in her. “I need to speak with you.”
“Yes, your majesty?” He leaned closer to her.“Nath, what is it you want of me?”

Eternal Press New July Release: A Touch of Scarlet

2009-07-06T11:02:00.001-07:00

A Touch of Scarlet by Jessica McHugh
http://www.eternalpress.ca/atouchofscarlet.html
Fantasy/Horror, 25,963 Words
$ US
Heat Rating: 1 Flame
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Foery K. MacDonell
Copyedited by Adrienne Morris
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-20-3
Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-29-6

Medium level violence
Adult themes
Implied child molestation

Summary:

Scout never expected to wake up one day with a power that allowed her to jump into other worlds. She never expected God to tell her that she was special and destined for greatness. But most of all, she never expected to learn that her life as she knew it was fabricated to hide the dark secret of her true identity.
Provocative and enthralling, A Touch of Scarlet invites you into a world beyond good and evil where the truth is merely a matter of opinion.

Excerpt:

“I hold more emotion in this small body than any other being ever has. My mind is broken, not into two equal sides of good and evil but into many factions of grey. You think you know me. You think you can control me because I am yours. Well, I am not yours anymore. I belong to the aspirations of man. I am what they long to be. Before the end, you should know and accept that.”
“I cannot. I want you to be as you were born to be; I still see the good in you, Scout.”
“The good is there, for sure, but there is a stronger force within me; one that exceeds all others,” I replied.
“You’re trying to be proud, but I feel the struggle within you. The bits I created anew are trying to break free. I know you have regret because I can feel your sorrow. You know what you did was wrong.”
“The only sorrow I know comes from residue of realization that the good of my life was a lie,” I responded.
“It's not true. You're not damned, Scout. I can save you.”
“I’m beyond salvation, and even if I weren't, I would not accept your aid.”
“I am not the one who is trying to hurt you,” she said.“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what your intentions were; there’s no way to go back. We both need to live with the fact that you put me together wrong, and that because of it, I am the most magnificent being in all creation.”

Eternal Press New July Release: Guardians of Desire by Sahara Berns

2009-07-06T11:01:00.000-07:00

Guardians of Desire by Sahara Berns
http://www.eternalpress.ca/guardiansofdesire.html
Time Travel Romance/Science Fiction, 13,377 Words
$ US
Heat Rating: 3 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Diana Rubino
Copyedited by Valerie R. Coffey
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-19-7
Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-28-9

Low level violence
Adult themes
Sex scene

Summary:

Kendra is the quintessential girl next door. She runs a small bookshop in the center of Cape Town, lives in the suburbs with her mother, and nothing spectacular ever happens to her until her dream man, a tall dark Bond-like Englishman strolls into her store. And when an unusual earthquake strikes the heart of Cape Town, Kendra has no idea the event will disrupt more than just the city - her life is about to be thrown into turmoil.

Mark Holby, the Rift Council’s crisis manager, runs a small group of elite operatives, who must ensure that the world’s historical timeline remains stable. Ever since science stumbled onto the Rift, groups have been travelling back in time to change history for their gain.

Mark must recruit Kendra in order to help the group travel back in time, but in joining the group, Kendra will have choose between the death of her father and life with the man of her dreams.

Excerpt:

Adrenaline thundered through Kendra’s veins. Her heart raced. The tiny hairs all over her body rose, like static electricity before a storm on a dry summer’s day. With her eyes screwed shut, she prayed it wouldn’t hurt. And that she would live. Almost as soon as she stepped into the portal, the electrical field dissipated. The loud jarring honk of a horn assaulted her ears. A horn? She opened her eyes. She spotted the green army Jeep hurtling towards her. Startled, she barely had time to leap out of the way, as a group of angry soldiers jeered, shaking their fists. Wide-eyed she watched them disappear down the hill in a cloud of red dust. As she peered down the road, Leo materialized in the spot she’d just been.

Eternal Press New July Release: Sunset on Ramree by Robert Appleton

2009-07-06T11:00:00.000-07:00

Sunset on Ramree by Robert Appleton
http://www.eternalpress.ca/sunsetonramree.html
Historical/War, 14,939 Words
$ US
Heat Rating: Not Applicable
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Lauren Gilbert
Copyedited by Heather Williams
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN:978-1-926704-18-0
Print ISBN:978-1-926704-27-2

Summary:

On February 19th, 1945, one thousand Japanese soldiers retreat into the fetid mangrove swamps of Ramree Island hoping to escape their British enemy. However it is soon apparent that the twelve kilometre stretch of marshland that promised to offer safe cover, has delivered them straight into the jaws of hell.

Inspired by true events during WWII, Sunset on Ramree follows young musician-turned-soldier Shigeatsu Nakadai and his best friend, Kodi, as they head ever deeper into danger.

Excerpt:

I try to conjure a memory of before the war—something, anything to distract me—but draw a blank every time. I purse my lips to whistle a familiar tune, but nothing comes out. I shut my eyes tight and roll them inward until they ache and release a heavy pulse. The screams and shots and calls for surrender are still there. Kodi and Sobiku are still there. I imagine the reed of a clarinet between my lips and the long, sustained breath given to making sweetly aching music. But nothing comes out. No tune, no melody, no woodwind to soothe the mangroves. Just the damp, cold harmonics of the night. I’m lost without music, and there is no music on Ramree.

Eternal Press New July Release: Halloween Romance by Donaya Haymond

2009-07-06T10:59:00.000-07:00

Halloween Romance by Donaya Haymond
http://www.eternalpress.ca/halloweenromance.html
Paranormal Romance, 38,700 Words
Heat Rating: 1.5 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Sally Odgers
Copyedited by Cate Masters
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-17-3Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-26-5

Summary:

Selene believes Ferdinand would abandon her if he knew she was a werewolf, something that isn't supposed to exist. Ferdinand hides his vampirism from her for the same reasons, and must also hide from a world that thinks he's evil. He's just a melancholy English major who had a serious misadventure last summer. She's just a college student with a bizarre family history. A comedy of secrets and a romance of accepting what makes us different.

Excerpt:

“I have a condition that makes me, um, sensitive to strong light. My name is Ferdinand, by the way.”
“Ferdinand?” She had visions of German counts and friendly bulls.
He shrugged. “My roommates call me Ferdin and my mother says Ferdy, when she's in a good mood.”
Selene couldn't repress a giggle. “Ferdy doesn't suit you at all, especially in that vampire get-up. What color are your eyes, really?”
He stared off into space for a moment, then said, “Blue...Your costume. What creature are you supposed to be?”
Selene grinned. “Nobody gets it on first try. I forgot all about the party until this morning, and didn't have time to put a costume together, so I just came as a werewolf on the other twenty-nine nights of the month.”
“Clever!” he said, amused. “I've never seen such a good-looking werewolf in all my life.”
“Are you flirting with me?” “Aren't vampires supposed to be oversexed?”

Eternal Press New July Release: Her Last by Valerie J. Patterson

2009-07-06T10:56:00.000-07:00

Her Last by Valerie J. Patterson
http://www.eternalpress.ca/herlast.html
Mystery, 6,232 words
Heat Rating: Sweet
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Stephanie Parent
Copyedited by Betty Ann Harris
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-16-6Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-25-8

Summary:

Carla Jamison was enjoying a warm summer day at the park near her suburban home—a habit of hers many people knew about—when she took her last breath. Olivia Corfont, forensics expert and coroner, now has a tough case on her autopsy table. Very little evidence and too many questions provide her with a conundrum that leads her straight to Inspector Chet Gavin, who relies heavily on Olivia's powers of observation to notice things he might miss. Chasing down dead-end leads leaves the pair questioning whether the homicide of this popular schoolteacher is the work of a serial killer they thought was behind bars. Or is the murderer someone else so precise he or she leaves behind no forensic evidence? Will the killer strike again? Can Olivia and Inspector Gavin solve the case before there's another victim? Follow the trail and see if you can solve the case.

Excerpt:

“Carla Jamison. Thirty-five. Schoolteacher. Married. Husband’s out of town.”
Inspector Chet Gavin looked up from the female body slumped over the picnic table. His eyes met those of Detective Peter Jannings. “Has he been notified?”
“We’re working on it.”
“Who found her?”
“Ten-year-old boy. He was meeting some friends here at the park when he thought she looked funny. He says he tried to wake her. That’s when he realized she was dead.”
“Tough thing for a kid.”
“She was his teacher.”
"Any reason to suspect he had anything to do with her death?"
Jannings shook his head. "The kid's not doing too well. We separated him and his two buddies. Questioned them and though their answers match, there're enough differences to know they weren't rehearsing a story to give the cops. I think he just had the unfortunate luck to come upon her after she died."
Gavin shook his head, then turned and studied the child where he sat talking with a female officer. “Someone needs to get his parents down here.”
“Already on that. They’re on their way.”
“What else have you got?”
Jannings shrugged, then flipped through his notepad. “Not much, Inspector. This time of day, the park’s pretty deserted. Most people are at the county fair this week.”
“No witnesses?”
“No. A man walking his dog said he was here at roughly eleven o’clock. She was sitting here eating a sandwich.”“Her last.”

Sapphire Phelan's Blog Now Has Hot Hunk Wedneadays

2009-07-01T11:44:00.001-07:00

From now on, every Wednesday on my blog is Hot Hunk Wednesdays. I work my darnest to find you hot hunk. Today's I am proud to say is smoking hot. Come visit him at http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-stud-wednesdays.html
Do leave a caption of what you like him to say or what you want to say to him in the comments.

June Release: Goldie and the Three Bares

2009-06-15T20:30:00.001-07:00

Goldie and the Three Bares by Kat Duarte
http://www.eternalpress.ca/goldieandthethreebares.htmlParanormal
Erotica, 14, 467 Words
$3.95 US
Flame Rating: 4 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Deborah Nemeth
Copyedited by Erin Cramer
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-14-2Print: 978-1-926704-15-9

Summary:

On Midsummer’s Eve, archeologist Goldie Locke finds more than she bargained for at her dig site. She’s devoted years to discovering the equivalent of a Scottish Rosetta stone to unlock the mystery of the Pictish language. After unearthing a promising carving, she falls asleep in a fairy circle and wakes up completely naked next to a sexy, equally naked Archfay named Tyrnan. She can see he’s well equipped to grant her every wish, but rather than spending a hot night with Tyrnan, all-work-and-no-play Goldie opts for learning more about the stone carving.

Granting her request, Tyrnan transports her to the fifth century, but he has ulterior plans. Goldie meets a warrior king and a passionate storyteller, and these encounters will prove to her that fairy tales do come true—though not always in the expected way.

Excerpt:

“Let me get this right. You’re saying I’m in a fairy tale and you’re one of those little floaty things with wings, like Tinkerbell?” She knew full well what he meant by archfay. You couldn’t avoid a few lessons on the folklore of the Celts when you studied their languages. However, the use of stories about the daomine sidhe, the Tuatha De Danann, as a stepping-stone to decipher ancient texts was a far cry from believing in their existence. She’d meant to get a rise out of him and had, but not in the way she’d intended.
Tyrnan’s cock stiffened, and as it rose, so did he. He got to his feet and drew up to his full height. All six-foot-plus of him rippled with hard, lean muscle. Whether from the sunlight here in his enchanted field or some inner glow, he looked almost luminescent. Tall, radiant, powerful and certainly not tiny—in any way.
He stretched out his arms and a richly adorned green velvet robe appeared around him from nowhere. A headdress of gold shimmered into existence, his dark curls interwoven with the Celtic knots of its bright metal bands.
With him clothed, even in part, Goldie felt more naked than before. She drew back and wrapped her arms around her bent knees to cover herself. Cowering like a child. But she couldn’t help it. He was downright imposing. Okay. So maybe he is what he claims to be.
“If you are not overhappy to be here with me, I can send you back,” he told her, looking not entirely pleased himself.
A thought struck her. She didn’t really know that much about faery folks’ powers, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask. “Can you send me anywhere?”
“Any where, any when you desire.”

June Release: Miami Moon: Vampire’s Lair

2009-06-15T20:28:00.000-07:00

Miami Moon: Vampire’s Lair by A.J. Ryan
http://www.eternalpress.ca/miamimoon.html
Gay, M/M Erotic Horror, 12,600 Words
$3.95 US
Flame Rating: 5 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Stephanie Parent
Copyedited by Erin Cramer
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-06-7Print: 978-1-926704-14-2

Summary:

Some of us are gatherers. Some are hunters. Some are healers. Jason Cain ran away to Miami not only to escape his past, but to escape his future as well. He left behind a pretty girlfriend, a college education, and a promising career in the shadow of his father, a prominent Chicago surgeon. He also left behind a haunting tragedy, something that stopped him from becoming the man he was destined to be. But all that is about to change.

Under the Miami Moon, Jason Cain is about to be chosen to fulfill his destiny - to become a healer. Drawn into a forbidden world, plucked from the streets of Miami and taken to a mansion filled with danger and debauchery in the middle of a Florida bayou, Jason is about to experience male love, lust and longing like he has never known before. Here, the Vampire Xavier - the muscular, dominant master of his own lair - will give Jason the redemption and healing that he so desperately craves. The price - his mortality.

Excerpt:

The scene outside the mansion was a tame image of sexual openness and polite, pleasure-seeking indulgence compared to the opulence, the extravagance, the profligacy, the dizzy hedonism of the world Jason Cain encountered when he walked into the mansion:
Candles bleeding molten wax from silver candlesticks and elaborate candelabras…
A quartet of violinists playing Beethoven while the pianist sat back, enjoying the pleasure of a slim cigar, all five of them wearing nothing but bowties…
Two men in tuxedoes draped over a naked young man on an eighteenth-century rococo chaise lounge, one man gnawing on the naked subject's ear, the other gnawing on his anus, rimming him with his tongue and felching the glistening hole…
Eight white doves, perched on the arms of a giant crystal chandelier, cooing and casually watching the decadence unfolding below…
A gorgeous naked man with a studded collar around his neck and another around his erect cock, walking a seven-foot-long alligator on a lead as though it were his pet poodle. The reptile also wore a studded collar and snapped non-threateningly at the other guests as it crawled across the red Persian carpet, leaving a slimy, claw-marked trail behind it. Nobody seemed to mind nor care.
"What is this place? Who are you people? Why am I here?"
"This is Xavier's Liar."

June Release: Stella

2009-06-15T20:26:00.000-07:00

Stella by Colin Galbraith
http://www.eternalpress.ca/stella.html
Paranormal/Suspense Novella, 24,000 Words
$4.50 US
Flame Rating: 1 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Pam Slade
Copyedited by Betty Anne Harris
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook:978-1-926704-05-0Print: 978-1-926704-13-5

Summary:

Randolph Lowe is a distinguished British Secret Agent in the twilight of his career. When he is handed a mission to kill one of the world’s least accessible, yet most wanted assassins, he never expected a beautiful young woman with the alias, Stella.

Stella leads him around the world as she picks off her marks with ease, during which time Randolph grows infatuated and falls in love.
But Stella has her own dark secret. Forced into making a terrible sacrifice, she is forced to live her life as a lone killer.

The love of one man may be enough to free her, and only that man can save her now...but only if he can find her.

Excerpt:

“Baccara?” said Randolph. “Can I see the spec please, sir?”
Burke handed over a light brown loose-leaf folder with the operation title printed on the centre of the cover, beneath blood-red words: ‘No Eyes’.
He paused. “Should I be seeing this?”
Burke spoke with fierce authority. “This is about as sensitive a mission as you can get, Lowe. Speed read it before you leave this room, then give it back to me to be destroyed.”
Randolph opened the folder with a shiver of caution. He had only ever heard of a case file being labeled 'No Eyes' on one other occasion - and that was when the plot to assassinate Hitler was first put onto the table.
On the first sheet of paper was the profile of a young woman. She had no confirmed name but had been given the alias, Stella. The paper gave her estimated height and weight: medium and medium; her features: defined and blonde; her general appearance: tidy and classy. All these observations were noted down in neat, anonymous handwriting. The file also included details of her last known whereabouts, some of her regular hangouts, and a picture of her sitting in a coffee shop somewhere in Eastern Europe. Her hair was blonde and wavy, and she was dressed in jeans and casual blouse with fashionable shades covering her eyes. She looked more like an A-class Hollywood actress than an MI5 target.
Randolph turned the page and read the section on her most recent movements and known acquaintances. She was wanted for questioning by several governments around the world, mostly on suspicion of being involved with assassination or plots to assassinate. There was no paper trail behind her, and no electronic, banking, or credit transactions traceable. She had been known to spend time with various government ministers and important businessmen from countries across three continents, but nobody could identify her formally. Needless to say, there were no witnesses to any of her crimes, her whole existence seemingly based on hearsay.
“She's an assassin?” Randolph asked, surprised that someone with such striking beauty stood accused of being a cold-blooded killer.

June Release: One Soul For Sale

2009-06-15T19:39:00.000-07:00

One Soul For Sale by Cate Masters
http://www.eternalpress.ca/onesoulforsale.html
Paranormal, 20,170 Words
$4.50 US
Flame Rating: 1 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Diana Rubino
Copyedited by Valerie J. Coffey
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-04-3Print: 978-1-926704-12-8

Low level violence
Adult themes (some adult language)
Mild horror

Summary:

When Madelyn sells her soul on UBuy, she’s not ready for the hell that’s unleashed. All she really wants is to make a success of her art. But the gorgeous stranger who buys her soul for $666 asks her to perform a few tasks. Tests of her true worth, Madelyn thinks, as each brings her – and her cat Brutus – into greater danger. And closer to the frightening shadowy figure stalking her. On All Hallows Eve, her final test will open the gates of hell. Or is it heaven?

Excerpt:

At the coffee shop, Madelyn waits at a table by the window and scans the Evening Gazette. The news is always the same. Until she reaches page six, where a blurb describes a disturbance the night before in her neighborhood. Telephone reception was lost. Television signals were scrambled. Residents reported strange noises, though no one saw anything out of the ordinary.
No one but Madelyn.
The guy in all black comes through the door. Her breath is caught in her chest. As he holds her gaze, his dark eyes sparkle like black diamonds. Her heart pounds as he walks to her table and sits down across from her.
“It’s you.” But she’d known it would be.
His expression is warm and inviting as he looks her over. “I wanted to be sure that, with such a low starting bid, your soul isn’t tarnished.” He speaks to her as if she’s an old friend.
“I feel like it is.” She proceeds to spill her guts to him. Even as she thinks she should be embarrassed to be doing so, it makes her feel lighter, like unburdening herself opens up space inside her, previously made heavy with bad thoughts, unfulfilled hopes, despair and gloom. Now it’s kind of airy, little particles sparking in the light as they float by.
His gaze penetrates her to the core. “So you think fifty dollars is all it’s worth? Your soul – the essence of your being?”
She couldn’t feel more exposed if an x-ray of her insides were hanging in the window beside them. “It started out as a joke. I thought people would read it and laugh. I wasn’t expecting anyone to place a bid. I wasn’t expecting…” she gulps, “…you.” Her intellect recognizes the idiocy of her situation. And stupidity. What a mess she’s made.
He leans in, his voice low, his smile like a crocodile about to snap her up. His breath is like a heat wave across her face and neck. “Didn’t your mother warn you not to wish your life away?” It seems less a question than a reminder.

June Release: The Yellow Stone

2009-06-15T19:38:00.000-07:00

The Yellow Stone by T.M. Crone
http://www.eternalpress.ca/theyellowstone.html
Soft SF, 6400 Words
$2.50 US
Flame Rating: 1 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Stephanie Parent
Copyedited by Moss Bliss
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-03-6Print: 978-1-926704-11-1

Summary:

Luzan Kiowa has lived in the canyon all her life, but it’s never felt right. Leaving the man she loves behind, she journeys with a group of searchers to find her real home. She takes along with her the yellow stone given to her by her Moma Kiowa, whose ancestors took it from their homeland following a devastating super volcano eruption. The stone leads her to the home of her ancestors, but the place is not what she expects. Will she continue to live in the strange new land where life is easy, or will she return to the only Ameriki who can truly warm her heart and anchor her feet to the earth?

Excerpt:

Moma Kiowa was buried at daybreak. Lozan selected a grave site atop the canyon walls, where Moma's spirit could overlook the western horizon and watch over her when she journeyed again. Wind rushed across the mesa, chilling Lozan and thickening her tears into icy droplets upon her cheeks. Not a single petal adorned Moma's final resting spot: the flora had already relinquished its life to the changing weather. Chanters promenaded around the grave, moving their ceremonially dressed bodies in a slow, graceful dance.

June Release: Blood Moon Rising

2009-06-15T19:37:00.001-07:00

Blood Moon Rising by Angela Lam Turbin
http://www.eternalpress.ca/bloodmoonrising.html
Paranormal Vampire Romance, 59,802 Words
$6.95 US
Flame Rating: 2 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Foery K. MacDonell
Copyedited by Moss Bliss
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-02-9Print: 978-1-926704-10-4

Medium level violence
Adult themes
Sex scenes

Summary:
Deep in Shaman’s Forest, the vampire Valkyrie awakens to find her dhampir son, Anthony, ill with a fever. The sorceress says Anthony must have his father’s blood before the next full moon or else he will die. Valkyrie journeys with Anthony into the city to find a man she has not seen in 15 years. But will Anthony’s fascination with human life and Valkyrie’s need to feed on living blood tear them apart before Anthony’s father can be found?

Excerpt:

“He may look fine now, but he is dying,” the sorceress warned. “He needs you to help him.”
“How?”
“He needs his father’s blood. Anyone else’s blood will only hasten his demise.”
“But his father is human. How will I find him?”
“You will smell his scent like you smelled him before when you hungered for his flesh, thirsted for his blood.”
Valkyrie stared off into the distance and sighed. “I never hungered for him. He found my cave years ago on a camping trip. He was braver than the rest. He crept down to my tomb and startled me.”
The sorceress nodded, as if she already knew.
“Perhaps I should have bitten him, contaminated him, made him forever mine. But I let him go.” Valkyrie’s eyes misted. “I was in love.”

June Release: The Sea-Wagon of Yantai

2009-06-15T19:35:00.000-07:00

The Sea-Wagon of Yantai by Steven R. Southard
http://www.eternalpress.ca/theseawagonofyantai.html
Historical Fiction/Folklore, 5000 Words
$2.50 US
Flame Rating: 0 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Diana Rubino
Copyedited by Erin Cramer
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-01-2Print: 978-1-926704-09-8

No overt violence
Aftermath of battle scene described
Off-stage suicide
Suitable for Young Adult

Summary:

In 206 B.C., China is torn by warring dynasties. A young warrior, Lau, receives orders to verify the legend of a magic wagon that can cross rivers unseen. He encounters Ning, the wagon-maker in the seaside village of Yantai. Ning has constructed an unusual wagon that can submerge, travel along the bottom of the Bay of Bohai, and surface in safety—the world’s first practical submarine.

Ning enjoys the peace and beauty of his undersea excursions and will not allow the military to seize his wagon or learn its secrets. Lau must bring the valuable weapon back to his superior. In the hands of these two men rest the future of the submarine, as an instrument of war or exploration.

Excerpt:

“Ah, Ning, with this machine, you have given birth to a truly modern age,” Lau marveled. He needed to find out if Ning would be receptive to his plans or not. “With this chariot, one can do so much more than merely watch fish. Troops could cross deep rivers, bays, seas, and even the great eastern ocean. No lookout on shore would see them coming. The great Sun Tzu tells us we must use surprise for a successful invasion, and we must travel by unexpected routes. But even he could never have imagined an underwater chariot. What a marvelous engine of war! Have you thought of these things, Ning?”
The old man looked at him in horror, then frowned. “You told me you were a traveler who enjoyed watching fish.”
“Think of this,” Lau went on. “Imagine a chain of your chariots linked by stout ropes, emerging from the water up onto an enemy’s beach. It would appear as a dragon rising from the sea to any lookout ashore. He would be too scared to send his alarm signal.” Lau had to get this chariot to his Lion, along with the secret for making more. The silly old man was wasting time observing gobies while the Qin armies could be using the machines for sneak attacks.
Ning shook his head. “I did not build this wagon for war. You have deceived me with a lie. We must go back now. Kindly rotate the wheel in the opposite direction.”

June Release: Sisters in Time

2009-06-15T18:30:00.000-07:00

Sisters In Time by Ginger Simpson
http://www.eternalpress.ca/sistersintime.html
Paranormal Romance, 57,400 Words
$5.95 US
Flame Rating: 3 Flames
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Lauren Gilbert
Copyedited by Heather Williams
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-00-5
Print: 978-1-926704-08-1

Summary:

Mariah Cassidy awakens in the twentieth century. Confined in a pristine environment, hooked to tubes and beeping machines, she’s scared, confused and wondering why everyone keeps calling her Mrs. Morgan. Who is the strange man who keeps massaging her forehead and telling her everything is going to be alright?

Taylor Morgan tries to focus on her surroundings through a blinding headache. The patchwork quilt, the water basin, and the archaic room don’t strike a familiar chord. Her mouth gapes when a handsome man waltzes into the room, calls her darling, and expresses his delight that she’s on the road to recovery.

Clearly something is amiss.

Excerpt:

Suddenly, an intense rumbling sound shook the prairie stillness. From an almost cloudless sky, thunder cast a single bolt of lightning, striking the ground with energy enough to propel dirt through the air and set fire to a small patch of grass. Immediately, calm prevailed; only a column of smoke billowing skyward remained as evidence.
Frank pondered the strange occurrence, but fueled by the need to find his wife, hurried in the direction of the fading smoke. “Mariah, Mariah, please answer me.” His boots cut a path through the heavy brush.
In the grass beyond the wagon, he spied the brim of her yellow bonnet. He rushed to her side, finding her in an oddly contorted position. Mariah’s head rested against a large rock and rivulets of red dripped onto the grass beneath her. Frank’s throat Frank’s throat constricted. “Oh my God, are you all right? Mariah, answer me, please.” His words were little more than a whisper over his choking fear.
He gently removed her head covering and inspected the crimson-stained gash on her temple. “Callie,” he yelled, “Get the tablecloth from the picnic basket. I have to stop this bleeding. Quickly, Jacob, bring me the water jug.”
Frank cleaned Mariah’s wound then wrapped a makeshift bandage around her head, but she remained unconscious. He had to make her hear him; she had to wake up. A tear trickled down his cheek and he brushed it away. His children already sobbed with fear; he had to show strength.
Frank continued to bathe his wife’s face with cool water. “Mariah, please darlin’…” He looked to the sky. “Lord this can’t be happening.”

InDescent ~ M/M urban fantasy ~ May 11

2009-05-04T15:49:00.000-07:00

You read that right. Outside-the-box urban fantasy. Two heroes for the price of one. No Mary Sue, no first-person narration, no standard baddies. InDescent will be released Monday, May 11, by Liquid Silver Books. For a sample of this novel, please go to the LSB "Coming Soon" forum -- http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/forums/showthread.php?t=9200 .

Being Familiar With a Witch Up for Best Book of April at Book Cover Lovers

2009-05-03T09:45:00.001-07:00

Being Familiar With a Witch is up Best Book for April poll at http://bookcoverlovers.blogspot.com/. It's a great cover. If can take the time, please vote for it. The poll is on the right side of your screen at the blog. Thank you.

Sapphire Phelan Blogged about Ghost Hunting at Paranormal Romance Writers Blog

2009-04-17T05:53:00.000-07:00

Today, I blogged about paranormal investigating at
http://paranormalromancewriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/paranormal-investigating.html

Sapphire Phelan

Guest Blogging at Romance Author Laurin Wittig's Blog-Paranormal Romance Roundrobin & Contest Too

2009-04-06T06:44:00.000-07:00

Starting today, April 6th, I'll be a guest blogger at author Laurin Wittig's blog. The link is http://laurinwittig.wordpress.com/2009/04/06/craft-challenge-4-story-round-robin//,
but it's not up yet, not until after 7AM Eastern on Monday. I am doing a kind of experiment, a writing exercise on her blog where I started off with a paranormal romance story Those who comment must add another big paragraph or up to six small ones, leaving enough on last sentence for the next writer to add to the story. There will be descriptions of the hero and heroine plus the villain.

This will go on until Sunday, April 19th 3PM Eastern when the last writer then must end the story.

Laurin will pick the winner and post it on her blog Monday, April 20th. The writers must check it and get her their email addy. I have a contest connected with it, where the commenters also leave a story title and the winner will receive a download of Being Familiar With a Witch that I will send them.

Sapphire Phelan

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Sapphire Phelan Guest Blogging at Romance Blog Tour Today

2009-04-03T06:20:00.001-07:00

Today I am guest blogging at http://romanceblogtour.blogspot.com/. So please go check out my blog on "Monsters Needing Love Too"and leave a comment.

Sapphire Phelan

http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com
www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan
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WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Now in Print...

2009-02-07T16:30:00.000-08:00

*** When a Good Angel Falls *** is now available at Barnes & Noble and Amazon

Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar

Blurb: What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
~~~~~~

Valentine’s Day, will it still be around in 2013 ~

Sedona & Volcano invite you to read their love story ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth...Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes? ~ available from BookStrand ~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~ http://bookstrand.com ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Purring Seduction... BLACK CAT BEAUTY

2009-01-30T16:31:00.000-08:00

A Halloween shifter tail just in time for Valentine’s Day...

Blurb: A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side.
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy.
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.
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Sable & Devon invite you to read their love story ~
BLACK CAT BEAUTY ... She has the claws and the cattitude to prove it... He has the super-powered strength and passion she fights, but needs... available from Liquid Silver Books ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~
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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

My Erotic Urban Fantasy, Being Familiar With a Witch Is Out

2009-01-25T15:51:00.001-08:00

ISBN: 978-1-60659-118-5

My erotic urban fantasy, BEING FAMILIAR WITH A WITCH is now available from Phase Books at http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=Being+Familiar+With+a+Witch/exact_match=exac

Warning: This title contains hot, graphic demonic sex that goes beyond magic.

This is the first book in a series.

Sapphire Phelan
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Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the  boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires,  fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.

Blurb:

Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers.

For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.

Excerpt (must be 18 and older to read it and the book):

A year later, Charun stood in front of the mirror on the wall and whispered a few words. The glass warped in and out, becoming something not unlike a television monitor. In it, he saw his witch working in the Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore, handing a bag of books over to a customer.

"She's gorgeous," he whispered.

He ached to reach his hand through the glass and finger the long, blonde strands of her hair. He itched to stroke the skin of her face and see if it felt as soft as it looked. He took a few steps back, for if he didn't he would jam his head through the glass and kiss her on the lips. His cock expanded, growing longer and harder than ever before. Lust tore through him like a ravenous animal ready to devour its prey.

The time had come.

About time, too.

Taking spirit form and not looking back, Charun rose from the bowels of Hell to the mortal realm. He touched ground just down the street from Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore and became a handsome, naked man. His staff waved before him like a proud, hissing snake, spitting even as precum beaded at the slit. He shook his head. No, it was too soon for him to assume the man form. He frowned, thinking.

A cat!

He would become a cat. That would do—for now. Just not a horny tomcat, as the pain of his arousal washed over him. He dodged into a nearby alley and worked his organ, biting his lips when he came.

Withdrawing his hand from his flaccid penis and using the other to prop himself against the building, he spoke in demon, "Denoch er nomonaty."

A strange feeling slammed into him and he cried out as he dropped to his knees on the pavement. Thrusting out a hand against the ground so he wouldn't topple over, he began to metamorphose, growing smaller and smaller as he did. Black fur sprouted all over his body and head. His ears sharpened into points and shot up over his head, while his hands and feet became paws edged with sharp claws. Whiskers pinged out of his cheeks, and from his buttocks snaked a long tail. He hunched over and then fell over onto his ass. Within seconds, his metamorphose completed, he was a black cat. Resisting the peculiar urge to wash his face, Charun stretched and rose onto all four paws. He padded over to a puddle of rainwater to inspect the change.

He sat down and viewed his reflection. Not bad looking as far as cats went. Lifting a paw, he splashed his image. Then he trotted to the street and paused to sniff the air. He sneezed as the full force of odors hit him. A multitude of different things, from the smell of blasted sunshine to the grime of city life. The lack of moisture in the air revealed that it would not rain for days. The last time it had stormed was last week. He had arrived a day too late.

He needed heavy rain to make his first appearance to his witch, as a reason for her to feel sorry for him and take him in. From what he remembered, she would not leave any animal drowning in a torrential downpour. But, from all the viewing he did of her growing up he knew she wasn't an impulsive person, either. She loved animals, but felt that she couldn't afford one right now in her life. He might end up in an animal shelter. This kind of operation needed the right things in place.

Timing was important, too, even now. His witch's survival was the true equation here. If she died before he made her a witch, he knew the fate for Earth if the demons took over. There was the matter of his lust for her, too. Relieving it wouldn't be bad, either.

He cocked his head and twitched his ears. He was a demon, with strong magic. Closing his eyes, he let his magic surround him with a shimmering golden light.

Lano'ste. Na la por lestano.

His fur stood on end, crackling. He widened his eyes as the magic burned within and outside with a violent heat close to atomic. It clenched his insides with an excruciating pain. He fell onto his side and barely noted when it shot away from him, heading toward the blue skies. It dusted the few white clouds drifting along and they became obsidian and pregnant with rain.

Still unsteady, he rolled onto his stomach and waited until the power quieted. Charun breathed in the rain's odor and gave a Cheshire cat grin. He rose to his paws and padded off as the sound of thunder vibrated in the air.

Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, he'd just turned their Doppler radar upside down.

New Atlantis Rising... and the magical sky...

2009-01-15T02:17:00.000-08:00

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ The Rising...

An amazing synchronicity, Paranormal lovers ~ Yesterday the late afternoon sky on the tame prairie was eerily and magically similar to the sky Jinger Heaston created for the cover art of my newest release from Siren-BookStrand...my very own ATIV baby...MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS...
The sky was so similar in color, and in the far-away cloud textures, I simply stopped and stared for long moments, transfixed ~ feeling as though I’d been mystically transported out of my life.
Originally, this story was supposed to be a novella ~ three erotic, then fall-in-love-and-in-passion days between Sheriff Kalypso and Zryphus, the Zerculeon Agent from the Federal Union ~ all while they catch the Hair Spray Killer. But nope, the story swiftly spiraled out of control, becoming epic in scope.
What are my most favorite scenes, beside their erotic romance where IT takes charge ~ why, it’s the *battle of the sexes* scenes, the verbal sparring between Kalypso and Zryphus. Talk about fun and challenging to write.
After all, Kalypso has had one hundred years to despise the way human males behave in relationships. Zryphus has had a lifetime of wanting, of searching for his one woman. She’s not about to give in. He’s not about to give up. What they do agree on, is the immediate capture of the Hair Spray Killer. A matter of life and death, not only for the citizens of New Atlantis, and not only for Kalypso...but, as it turns out, for the life and future of New Atlantis.
Even after writing this story, the legend of Atlantis and the future of New Atlantis continues to live and magically thrive within my author’s imagination. Kalypso and Zryphus continue to live their love story in my heart. Yes, Book II of the New Atlantis Trilogy is a beloved work in progress.
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The futuristic epic begins...

Atlantis is Rising at Siren-BookStrand... on January 15, 2009... it’s not just a legend anymore...

MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ This story spun and formed in my imagination, turbulent as a sea storm ~ then sprang forth onto paper and onto my computer screen like Poseidon’s powerful emergence from the ocean, during a time lost to history when gods and goddesses ruled the world and the heavens above.

Gardenia, New Atlantis... The future begins here...

The story of beginning a new world on a legendary land...
The beginning of a love Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing never believed was possible for her, especially not after a hundred years on Earth...
The beginning of a love Federal Agent Zryphus has arrived on Earth to find, only he didn’t plan on remaining in a land where women are in charge...

First Line:
The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia’s only motel, The Eternal Magnolia – so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.

Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rose. Once again.

Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff.
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Excerpt ~ Kalypso and Zryphus meet ~

“Sheriff.” The man’s voice commanded first, and announced his presence second. “Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” Turning, Kalypso’s gaze gave no quarter, hard as diamonds on the outsider. “Agent...?” Dang it to hang, he was a tall and broad drink of water. She’d expected the usual tight-ass wimp, with grim lips and eyes that were mirrors, reflecting nothing but the orders they’d been given. No, this man burned with sheer vitality. His gaze assessed, a damn force of nature. She’d bet if she struck a match and tossed it toward his eyes, they would sizzle like her birthday candles, then explode at his will. Yep, he was definitely a whole load of nano dynamite, unlit.
“Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz,” he answered. “Give me your evidence retrieval. I’ll take over from here.”
Audible gasps burst from Anna and Dr. Victoria at the man’s patriarchal and patronizing tone.
“No, you won’t, Agent Vasquoz. You’re here at my invitation. Only. You follow my rules or you don’t get to play ‘Find the Hair Spray Killer’. Do you understand?”
“Wowzi Powzie,” Deputy Anna whispered, watching her vid screen light up with the sparks flying between the Sheriff and the outsider Agent.
“It’s a Federal Union case, Sheriff. I have priority investigation.” The Agent’s gravelly deep voice filled the entire room.
“You have nothing, Agent. Unless I say so. You can turn around, hit the portal. Or you can cooperate. You’ll have full access. Anna will give you all she’s retrieved so far. If you want, I’ll even act friendly, let you ‘analyze’ this bag more closely.” Sheriff Kalypso approached, a lioness with no fear. “I’ll even sweeten the pot, Agent Vasquoz—let you do a quick exam of the body before we save the fetus. As they used to say, deal or no deal?”
“Whirlwind in the room,” Deputy Anna whispered to Victoria, who still watched her vid screen.
“Deal. For now, Sheriff.” Focusing his gaze like a cannon laser, the Agent straightened his over-large shoulders, his latent power obvious.
“Pull anything against my authority, Agent Vasquoz, and I guarantee you won’t like the results. Deputy, feed your vid evidence to the Agent’s data base, will you, please?”
Once Anna stood, he handed his data vid to her without looking. His gaze relentless, Agent Vasquez followed the Sheriff’s arm wave to the corpse. Moving easily in the small confines of the room, despite his size, he knelt with deliberate care, scrutinizing every detail of the body.
Sheriff Kalypso couldn’t deny his concentration was impressive. She watched him turn the victim over with gentle precision.
Awed, her heart tripping rapidly, Sheriff Kalypso moved closer. “Even her face resembles Jackie O.”
“How do you know?” Agent Vasquoz demanded, not looking up.
“I was born in 1951. Check out your history data base, Agent.”
“Call me Zryphus.”
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Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

~~~ Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~ a match made in intergalactic heaven ~~~

MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 suspense futuristic, erotic romance ~ American Title IV finalist ~ sizzling and rising from Siren-BookStrand on January 15, 2009 ~ the future begins here...
~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~ http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/mbhsigna.asp ~
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Happy Holidays ~ The Naughty Version of Rudolph...

2008-12-22T22:13:00.000-08:00

The Naughty Version of Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Ever wonder just how sexually naughty a carnal cherub can be?
Be warned, this ain’t one of those adorable little cherubs decorating holiday cards and gift items.
The original order of Cherubim were fierce warriors for the Divine. Carnal cherubs have been created to live in both the celestial and material realms. They serve the Divine as warriors, carrying out missions for the Good of All.

Blurb: WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
[paranormal erotic romance]

Holiday excerpt from WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~

“The diner looks like an early sixties place, even the Christmas decorations. All we need is snowfall.” Sedona dismounted, took off her helmet, and glanced outside. She saw no one.
“Underground walkways,” Volcano explained. ”This way, foxy lady.”
He offered his hand, grinned so adorably his angel woman didn’t refuse. She grasped his hand, trusted his lead. A priceless gift to his heart, his heart for her.
A side panel opened. He lead her down a short flight of stairs, then up a short flight into the diner.
“Looks as advertised,” she whispered to his ear. Only the people, about thirty of them, were eclectic, except for the flannel shirts and the ubiquitous denims. And the smiling faces. Sedona hadn’t seen smiles like that in forever. She couldn’t help smiling inside.
“Volcano!” a distinguished male voice hailed.
“Don’t be surprised. He likes to play Santa.” Volcano held out his hand.
“Eldridge,” he greeted boisterously.
Sure enough, Eldridge was Santa sans the pot belly, and sans the elderly age.
“And what do you want for Christmas, angel Sedona?” Elridge jovial asked, his dark blue eyes gleaming.
“The dismantling and destruction of the New World Order,” she promptly answered.
“On Santa’s list. How about a candy cane in our north pole hot chocolate?”
“Is my name and hot chocolate craving transmitted on some celestial channel?” Sedona smiled only because he was so Santa charming.
“Santa knows all. Sees all. Mostly, Santa isn’t a voyeur,” he happily assured, gave Volcano a knowing wink.
“I don’t get to sit on Santa’s lap, do I?” Sedona naughty swiped at Volcano, squeezed his hand.
“My lap,” he possessed. Sitting down in the booth, he grabbed her onto his lap.
“Oooh, Santa, he’s such a brute with me.” Sedona clung to Volcano’s neck, raised her shoulders, then wiggled, just a little. “My goodness, I wonder if you have a stocking that big,” she crooned, Marilyn Monroe breathless.
Santa Elridge laughed like a bowl full of jelly. “Hot chocolate and merry berry pancakes on the way.” He pivoted from them wisely.
“Want to see ‘how big’?” Volcano whispered lust into his woman’s ear. “I’m glowing like Rudolph the reindeer’s nose, for you.”
“Take it out only if we’re flying through fog, delivering presents to all the good little boys and girls,” Sedona sarcasm whispered.
“Red and glowing, I’m delivering this gift to you later. I’ll create all the fog you want,” Volcano passionate whispered, his lips pressing the delicate lobe of her ear.
Melting, her eyes shut, her heart pounding elation, she whispered, “Naughty, naughty, cherub.”
“Just a peek,” he bad boy enticed. Gently, he placed her next to him.
“Not fair!” she whispered. “What if I like what I see? Want it?”
“I promise an early Christmas present.” His voice was pure wicked invitation.
“Just a peek,” she relented, even as he shifted toward her, undid his pants.
Sedona inhaled sharply, her eyes grew two sizes too big. “Rudolph’s nose!” she whispered, hyperventilating. His tip protruded, bright, bright, glowing red. Enormous.
“Merry Christmas,” he seductively whispered. Gripping her hand, he touched her fingertip to his red engorged tip.
The sweetest sensation of bliss filled her. “My god, Merry Christmas,” she softly moaned.
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CHRISTMAS DAY, 2012

“Don’t you dare let Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, out to play...you bad cherub,” Sedona scolded, before she dismounted from the flyer cycle.
The instant her boot made contact with the snow-covered ground, she slipped on the ice beneath. Flailing her arms wildly, she managed to tilt her body backwards. Her butt smacked the cement-like floor of the timber forest, the thud seeming to echo between the mountain ranges surrounding them.
“If you laugh,” she irately dared. Rubbing her smarting derriere, she watched him effortlessly dismount, then pivot toward her. “Oh, go ahead. Why not?” She grimaced, tempted to laugh.
Her cherub removed his helmet, his gaze beaming with purply amusement, With a wave of his hand, he removed hers. “No, do not move, my woman,” he mock-warned, then frowned for real when she moved to stand. “I must check for any injury done to your precious bottom.”
Her jaw dropped for a moment, but she stayed put. “No, you will not.”
Before she could blink, he pounced, trapping her beneath him. Manhandling her with an ease she found disconcerting, he flipped her over on her stomach, then straddled her.
“No, Aru,” she gasped out, her hands clutching at his when he took hold of her pants. “What about Aru?”
“He’s asleep, snug and warm in the bag.”
“My butt’s going to freeze...” But he was already pulling down the leather-like pants. “My face is going to freeze. No!”
“A very quick inspection,” he promised, smoothing his hands over the generous curves of her ass.
Seconds later, an amazing warmth spread over her derriere and through her body. “Ooooh, that feels good.”
“This is going to feel even better.”
“What are you doing, you decadent cherub?” Sedona scowled at only whiteness, her face a scant inch above the snow.
“Rudolph enjoys romping in the snow.”
“Rudolph can enjoy the ‘inside’ of the cabin. If he’s...”
He rolled her over swiftly, his hands gripping her butt cheeks. Sedona stared into the white lightning of his eyes. “Rudolph’s nose feels like an inferno,” he growled. His cock struck inside her exposed feminine folds where the cold air had just blasted.
Sedona glowed deliciously. The stabbing blaze of his manhood in contrast to the chill seizing her face and her naked hips, took her like an unexpected storm. Surrendering, she tilted her sex to his rutting thrusts.
“Your mouth,” he commanded. Swooping down, he melded their lips together, his kiss a scorch of passion that touched her soul.
Sedona arched upwards, spiking her fingers into his glorious thick mane of hair. She held tightly kissing him with all the wanton recklessness inside her, the wildness claimed by no other man. He plunged faster inside her, sizzling her sheath with rapture, sending shards of ecstasy up her loins...winging her skyward.
Squeezing her butt like a savage, he lunged deep, shattering her into crystalline bliss, into an orgasm she felt enter him, then explode through him.
“Merry Christmas, my angel woman.”
“Yes, it is.”

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Serial Flashes this week by the Kougar...
Santa Baby, waitin’ just for you... HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED ~ For Part One through Fifteen ~ http://kougarkisses.blogspot.com ~
VOLCANO’S ANGELIC FORECAST for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
For the rest of the NEVER ENDING STORY ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
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HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE & HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

`````` A Recommended Read from Snow Kiss, Santa’s Sleigh Horse ``````

Ever just want to get away for the holidays and prance your hooves over a warm golden-orange beach instead of crunching through an endless icy blanket of snow pulling an over-loaded sleigh...ever want to get away so far no one else from the North Pole can find you, no irksome equine relatives wanting extra bags full of apple goodies, no ungrateful reindeer mothers who think you’re always available to take care of their little rambunctious red-nose darlings, no elves pulling on your tail at the worst times, then giggling like nerds on laughing gas...
Not only that, Yemisque is an out-of-this-world world where no one knows you or has ever heard your name, especially if you request the pleasures of anonymity. Neigh for freedom, sister equines, you don’t have to be the good sweet horsie girl here. It’s just you and a luscious lusty vacation with the stallion or stallions of your choice...think the Love Boat and Fantasy Island combined, yet on stellar nova oats...but be warned, what happens in Yemisque won’t necessarily stay on this world of tangerine carnal dreams...unless you want it to...
Snow Kiss says with a thrilled *five* nickers ~
Give the gift that keeps on giving, a vacation on the world of tangerine carnal dreams...
Read the erotic love story of Katta & Zio ~
TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS...a fire-shooting fierce woman...a shapeshifting prince of a stallion...and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away...Available from Aspen Mountain Press ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~

Just in time for Christmas, Christmas in 2012, that is...
Sedona & Volcano invite you to read their love story ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth...Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes? ~ available from BookStrand ~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~ http://bookstrand.com ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

Stroke a Red Lioness for Christmas...
Sun Rocket & Captain Draxen Z invite you to read their love story ~
RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather ~ *5 Flowers* from Book Cravers ~ Available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/books/redlionesstamed.htm ~ a spicy sci fi ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~

It's a blue, blue paradise for Christmas...
Lady Sheridan & Baron Zaggry invite you to read their love story ~
ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE ~ an aristocratic fantasy of fiercest passion ~ *5 Stars* from ReviewYourBook ~ available from Siren Publishing ~ http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/asobp.asp ~
An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

Sizzle Romance Titles Coming from Savanna Kougar ~

Sable & Devon invite you to read their love story ~
BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ halloween seduction with cattitude ~ *coming soon* from Liquid Silver Books

Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~
MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 mystery-suspense futuristic ~ American Title IV finalist ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand

Escape into the seductive fantasy romance of your choice ~ FICTIONWISE ~
http://www.fictionwise.com/eBooks/savannakougareBooks.htm?cache ~
For my novels at KINDLE, MOBIPOCKET & ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS ~ Search *Savanna Kougar* ~
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Unwitting Sacrifice is Now Available

2008-12-01T10:51:00.000-08:00

What do you get when you blend H. P. Lovecraft's Old Ones with an erotic, but scary story? The erotic Lovecraftian horror novella, UNWITTING SACRIFICE. It is now available as an download for only $2.50. You can find it at http://www.genreconnections.com/shop/index.php?p=product&id=200&parent=11

Lisa Selvey moved to Necro Bay, just on the outskirts of Chesapeake, Virginia. She moved there because of its reputation for peace and quiet. To free herself of her nightmares. But her nightmares were just beginning. . .

Necro Bay was just your average American seaside town. The house she bought a normal home. The handsome man, Jacob Lindan that she met, nothing more than a sexually attractive man that whose touch made her mad with desire. Things nightmarishly changed and made her wonder if she wasn't going mad. Even worse, it made her wonder if something lurked in the shadows.

February 15, 2009, it will be available in print.

EXCERPT:

When she glanced up at the policeman again she caught what she thought was some kind of fear in his eyes, then a shuttered look filtered over his face and his eyes revealed nothing. It had been so fleeting that she thought that maybe she imagined it.

"Yes, it will. Just keep following to the next street over that goes the same way this one does, then make a turn on Cobblestone Court after ten blocks. Follow that street until you leave the outskirts of Chesapeake. You'll find yourself in Necro Bay, if that's what you really want."

"Yes, I want-"

Lisa watched as he turned about face and left her. With a sigh, she rolled the window back up and did as he had instructed.

She had decided to move to this part of Virginia because of its reputation for peace and quiet. To free herself of her nightmares. Least that's what her psychiatrist, Dr. Tomson, told her back in L.A. So far, things weren't. A movie being filmed here just like back home, then its director found dead, possibly murdered. She admitted it was the next town over from her final destination, but still closed enough. She had quit her job back home in California and had moved across country to Virginia, spending all her money on a house by the ocean. A house with its own private beach, in fact. This move was for her health and even more important, her sanity. Unlike Virginia Beach and even Chesapeake, Necro Bay was supposed to be a small town, maybe more like a village. Unlike bigger Chesapeake, it was supposed to be idyllic.

She saw that the road had left Chesapeake and entered Necro Bay by the signs. Not completely countrified, she noticed that the place's main street held a tiny drugstore, a small grocery market, a real estate business and a few other stores there. Not a name brand company anywhere. Sidewalks marched along in front of the stores, showing how nice it would be to go for a stroll on them. She caught sight of two different doctors' offices. One was her future psychiatrist, Dr. Emeritus's. The other a G.P. She passed a nice-looking park. It had a playground for kids, and she saw quite a few benches scattered around, along with a basketball court. No children playing there now, though. But she remembered it was a school day and a good reason for no kids. The houses all looked uniform in style, white clapboard with colonial-blue shutters and slate-grey roofs.

Just your average American seaside town. Charming.

Once upon a time in her life this kind of place would have never attracted her. Born and raised in Los Angeles, she embraced the crazy lifestyle of noise, partying at nightclubs, and all that it embodied until the unfortunate incident of the nightmares that started a few years ago. Suddenly, small-town life Mayberry style seemed the right choice.

She caught a glimpse of the ocean. A sparkling blue, thanks to the sun, mild waves of foam rolled along on it. The sight grew larger and larger until she found herself at her new home, the ocean behind it. It was the only place around, surrounded by empty lots. There were other homes, but they were much farther back up the street. Parking the car in the small concrete driveway, she shut off the engine and climbed out. She heard the sound of waves crashing from the ocean behind the house and the screams of gulls that soared in the sky above. Locking her car door and leaving her purse, luggage and boxes in it, she followed the yard around to the back of the house and came upon the beach. No one else was on it. Just a mile of empty sand either way. The sea stretched out endless blue until in the distance she caught a speck and realized it was a boat. She sighed, contented.

I'm alone.

Perfect. Just her and the house and the ocean. Oh, the real estate agent that Dr. Tomson knew, who sold her the house by email, guaranteed a phone in the house, connected to Verizon, and that the electricity would be on, thanks to Virginia Power. So she would have a way to communicate to the outside world.

Just as she turned around to head back around to the front a slight odor drifted to her nose. Indistinct at first, it grew until she smelled decaying fish, with something else underneath it.

Lisa sniffed.

What is that odor? I recognized the fishy smell, but that something else….

Rank. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she quickly walked around the side of the house. She lost the odor finally when she got to the front yard. Relieved, she unlocked her car. Then she went up to the house, unlocked the front door, and grappled around to switch on the light. Light flooded the front room and with a quick glance, she saw that she had the furniture and even a television set inside. Now that was nice. But then, the real estate agent had mentioned that the former owners hadn't wanted any of their stuff. She went back out to grab the rest of her stuff and moved in.

She forgot the weird odor, and it wasn't until later that night as she settled on the couch, watching the six o'clock news and eating a bowl of ice cream that she had picked up at a Food Lion in Chesapeake, that the same rank odor suddenly filled the room.

"What is that awful smell?" she murmured to herself.

Like a cross between dead fish and rotting seaweed, to something even worse hidden beneath, she flung open all the windows downstairs, hoping to flush the nasty smell out. Then she put her bowl and spoon in the kitchen sink and began to sniff around the place, trying to find the source of the offending scent. She couldn't find it though. And instead of taking out the smell, the opened windows appeared to make it worse. Lisa rushed around, closing the windows. At the last one in the kitchen she glanced through the darkened glass and saw something in the moon-silvered sea.

A full moon rose high into the sky and lent a coat of bright enough glow over both the beach and the ocean. It lent a fey-like quality to everything, and looked enchanting in the night. Except she swore that whatever swam through the water, heading toward the beach, didn't fit the scene at all. Dark and very large, it filled her with unreasonable terror. What scared her further, the strange smell had worsened, filling the house like an over pungent invisible fog. She slammed down the window and dragged the curtains together across the window, then made sure both the back and front doors were locked before she bolted upstairs. She streaked into her bedroom and jumped onto the bed. She laid there, trembling.

What is the matter with me? If what I saw was real, then shouldn't I grab my purse, stuff all my things back into my suitcase, and get in the car and drive away?

The only thing keeping her from doing what she thought was the fear that it was nothing more than her own imagination. At least she hoped so.

She huddled on the mattress, shaking, her face hidden in her crossed legs. It seemed that time crawled though she knew that only minutes went by, and finally she slipped off the mattress and on knees and hands, inched over to the bedroom window. She peered over the window ledge and stared out.

Nothing. Nothing in the water. Nothing on the beach. Maybe she imagined a shadow on the waves, and she turned it into something monstrous. It might have even been something, like a dolphin coming to the surface. Maybe she was crazy in the head too.

Flinging open the window, she couldn't detect the awful smell either. Maybe it had never been there, just like the shadow. Obviously, she wasn't over her problem. She still saw things. Terrible things. Now outside of her nightmares though. Uncurling her limbs, Lisa climbed to her feet, shut the window, and left the bedroom, entering the bathroom. She picked up the bottle of prescription pills off the sink counter and popped the top, taking couple of them with some water. She sagged against the sink, gripping the edge. Staring into the mirror, she saw the reflection of her face, a pale ghost of itself, sweat beading all over the reflection's skin. Deep shadows under her eyes, full of shadows themselves, haunted her. With a shaking hand, she covered the reflection, not wanting to see how bad she really looked. Turning away, she slipped to the floor and began to cry. Crying relieved her and after wiping away the tear stains on her cheeks, she rose to her feet.

Really, she had to get over these delusions. Dr. Tomson was right. She'd contact that doctor he knew in town first thing tomorrow morning and get on that special herbal remedy of his. Time to take charge of her problems and banish them. Lisa undressed and slipped on a nightgown, then crawled into bed. The medication helping, she fell to sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

****

A shape detached itself from the room's dark shadows and moved to stand by Lisa's bed. At six foot four, it was a man. Tanned, with eyes of obsidian, he stared down at Lisa, a strange smile on his lips. With a gentle hand, he reached down to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. She sighed, and rolled over onto her other side away from him. The blanket slipped down, revealing an enticing ass even under her granny nightgown. His slight smile shifted into a wide grin of sharp, white teeth.

He had been alone here for far too long. Good thing he had followers all over this world. He needed the right female for his child. He'd be lying if he said their coupling would be just for a baby. No, he couldn't wait to fuck her. In this form, and the other one too. But he needed it for survival. His, and the other Deep Ones'. But he was glad she was the one.

With a grin he entered Lisa's dream.

Bitch Muse

2008-11-21T10:48:00.001-08:00

Oh, so you think you have a difficult muse? Hehehehe...go meet mine over at Four Strong Women. She wields a bullwhip.

Four Strong Women

When an Author Looks Back

2008-11-18T08:57:00.000-08:00

Looking Back at a Younger Place is Disconcerting.

When an author re-reads something they have written long ago it’s sometimes very disconcerting, at least I thought so. I thought I was the only one who looked at my once written, even once published books and thought, oh my good gracious how could I have let that go as a publishable piece? I don’t feel so bad any more after reading this from Aldous Huxley (Brave New World 1932 among other novels) This was in the revised/republished 1946 edition of Brave New World. “…Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment….”

He goes on more eloquently but it boils down to what we both feel after pouring over the short comings of a novel written at a younger more inexperienced time in an attempt to patch a faulty piece into a perfect masterpiece. That particular piece having missed that mark the first time around—should be repaired to a place where growth had taken me. To spend time trying to mend the artistic sins committed by that different person, the person I was then—is surely vain and futile. Its defect may be part of its charm.

I could rewrite the whole book as an older, perhaps wiser, other person. What might happen then though is I probably would get rid not only of some of the faults of the story, but also rid it of some of its merits as it originally possessed them.

So, resisting the temptation to wallow in artistic remorse, I leave well and ill alone and move on to ‘next’ with what I have learned and am able to create in my next novel, with much thanks to Aldous Huxley for making me feel less alone and imperfect.

Cricket Sawyer
www.SirenBookStrand.com
www.cricket-sawyer.com

Hottest Sex Scene

2008-11-17T07:49:00.000-08:00

I sometimes write as J. Emberglass. My Bedevilled series is full of hot sex, dark humor, the paranormal, and incorporates het and m/m. I'd appreciate it if you'd follow the link and check out my hottest sex scene enty. If you enjoy it, please vote for it. But be careful. The content will make your panties burst into flames!

http://msaendlessromancecontest.blogspot.com/2008/11/j-emberglassbedevilled-book-iii.html

Here's the voting link: http://midnightseductionsauthors.wordpress.com/vote-in-contest/

New Urban Fantasy Series from Loose Id

2008-11-17T06:37:00.000-08:00

Looking for Some Touch by K. Z. Snow is Book One of the new Utopia-X series (m/m futuristic urban fantasy). It will be released Tuesday, November 18, by Loose Id.

* * * * *
Pablo Creed—amateur poet, professional whore, and upstanding citizen of the Utopian Metroplex of Regenerie—wants a new job. The all-male Coven of Three—a trio of mismatched wonder-workers who live in Regenerie’s subterranean Undercity—needs a "Touch" to sexually spark its collective energy.

In danger of being permanently assigned to a sadistic VIP client, Pablo applies for the position. What he didn’t count on was his immediate, intense attraction to the gorgeous Win, one of the Coven’s members. Or the immediate, intense hostility of Tole, another member, who resents that attraction.

And Pablo certainly didn’t expect to be drawn into the center of a bizarre missing-person investigation that puts him in harm’s way.

He soon learns that the Coven of Three is not what it seems to be. That revelation will either send him fleeing to the desolate Interzone…or taking a chance on a sublimely sensual man who’s more unusual than anybody Pablo has ever known.

New Interview for Sapphire Phelan

2008-11-10T08:21:00.001-08:00

I have a new interview out today. You can read it at Andrea Jackson's, the Paperback Reader's blog at http://www.pbdiva.com/.Just scroll down to the link for her blog to get to the blog to read it.
Sapphire Phelan

~ You can buy a book of mine for only a buck fifty-nine! ~

2008-11-01T10:20:00.000-07:00

Dirty Little Secret – Available at www.extasybooks.com for only $1.59!

Good girls shouldn’t pick up strangers, especially on Halloween.
Becca loves employing her tricks and the adrenaline rush she experiences when she picks up men in bars. And on Halloween, when she’s out feeding her addiction, she gets more of a treat than she bargained for.

Purchase of this book allows you one entry into the Free Books in 2009 contest! Check out the website http://home.earthlink.net/~cr_moss/ for details!

C.R. Moss ~
The next great contemporary & urban fantasy writer!
& don't forget to check out The Si'Ludo stories ~ a new cult classic ~
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First Halloween after Winter 2012

2008-10-30T02:26:00.000-07:00

HALLOWEEN DAY, 2013 ~ after Winter 2012 in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

SEDONA & VOLCANO’S FIRST HALLOWEEN

"Wicked guano stench, cherub. Thanks for saving us so fast." Sedona smiled.
Volcano swept his arm in a large arc, creating their translucent sphere of protection deep inside the artificially designed cavern, part of an ancient underground travelway. The huge colony of bats, survivors of Montana’s ecological catastrophes, were in the first stage of hibernation. With her enhanced hearing, Sedona listened to their high-pitched frequency conversation about their sudden arrival, and the bats’ group decision to ignore them.
Protectively, she held Aru, their baby dog, in her arms. Even he had been worn out by their brutally long day of avoiding the constant attacks of their shadow-elite enemies. Aru’s eyes squinched closed in a light doze, as Volcano retrieved his sleep pillow from the superspeed cycle’s compartment. He tossed it close to the center of their sphere, his gaze running over them protectively.
Before placing Aru on his pillow, Sedona kissed the top of his silky fur head. Settling quickly, Aru curled up, his eyes blinking shut within moments. Volcano wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her close, and for a few moments they stood companionably, gazing down at Aru like doting parents.
"How are you?" Volcano’s velvet tone tingled her ear, and sizzled her insides. Seductively, he handled her bottom, causing her mound to throb with sex-hot desires.
"I don’t know," she whispered. Turning inside his embrace, she slid her palms over his chest, caressing. "That smell as we entered, alone, could have given me a Halloween nightmare. Not to mention recalling all those vampire bat scenes. Too bad we can’t loose them on the hordes of evil following us."
"We could, precious woman."
"I know. It’s not divinely kosher." Sedona looped her arms around his neck, luxuriating in the feel of his muscle-carved body. "Mmmm, I love the way my breasts feel against your chest, carnal cherub."
"I’ll make them feel even better once we arrive at the cabin." His promise, spoken in black velvet, seared through her decadently.
"I know you will," she whispered, hearing the moan in her voice.
Volcano nuzzled her lips with his, and they kissed sumptuously, their passions rising as fast as a fueled bonfire.
Once their lips reluctantly parted, and with her breath in short supply, Sedona murmured his angelic name. Yet, she didn’t speak the tiny threads of love smoldering in her heart. She knew he heard them like harp strings, by the way he held her molded against him.
"We’re surrounded by psi spies, my Sedona. I have to remain awake, undistracted."
"Undistracted?" She raised a brow. "What a Halloween disappointment. I was looking forward to pretending you were Dracula in desperate need of my blood essence and my virgin-helpless body."
"I’m much more desperate than the blood-tasting lusts of Dracula, my beautiful one." Slowly, he stroked over the long length of her hair. "Your neck belongs to me," he badly imitated a campy version of Count Dracula.
"Count Chocula." Sedona chuckled.
"Count Chocula?"
"That’s who you sound like. Count Chocula in the old cereal commercial. It was a chocolate-tasting cereal for kids."
"You dare amuse yourself at the expense of the great and masterful Count Chocula, who, even now, bakes himself with superior chocolate flavor, just for you and your delectable-tasting sinful pleasures."
Sedona giggled as his splayed hands enjoyed the roundness of her butt. "Does that mean you’re going to taste like chocolate when I am allowed to ‘sinfully’ lick and ravish your incredibly hard, incredibly sexy body?"
"If you let me taste your naughty wet curls first." His gaze smoldered, flushing her insides to a sweet fierce heat. Only for him.
"Distraction," she murmured.
"Yes," he agreed, and gently released her. Holding her hand, he seated himself next to Aru’s pillow. Tenderly, he drew her down so she sat within the cradle of his body, her back to him.
Sedona vibrated with the strength of his protection for her, as if an ethereal song played inside her body. She should be accustomed to his care by now. Yet, she doubted she ever would be. Wearier than she realized, she leaned her head back on the hunky wall of his chest, and closed her eyes, hoping...
An instant later, her eyes snapped back open, and her adrenalin spiked. "I swear she must be a reincarnation of the Wicked Witch of the West. Even if that was a fictional character."
Immediately, Volcano hugged her closer, and Sedona snuggled more deeply into his embrace. She intimately covered his hands with hers. Still, she shivered violently, remembering her recent encounter with the Nazerazzi woman, a top operative, determined to capture her or destroy her. The fact, that the ‘Wicked Witch’ still possessed some manner of psychic connection with her was more than disturbing.
"I’ll make her vanish like a fake ghost once the immediate danger is passed. Talk with me awhile, precious woman."
"Fake ghost? Do you mean everyone wearing white sheets?"
"No. Pretend ghosts at Halloween parties. Fog machines. Mother talked about them."
"Oh, I guess that does make sense, handsome heavenly one."
"Your first Halloween costume?" He purred the words near her ear.
"You always know how to keep me awake and talking. Hmmm...let me see...spin some gray matter...take a trip back in time..." Sedona settled her head more comfortably against his chest. "It wasn’t the first one, probably. But it is the first one I remember. And it was before kindergarten. Mom made us three girls pajama footie costumes from a pattern."
"Footie?"
"Sort of like tights. But these were sewn from flannel. They were winter pajamas."
"Winter pajamas? I don’t understand."
"We wore them to bed after Halloween. It was a more practical time, the middle 50's. But they were also a costume. I was the black cat. I remember loving that costume, especially my tail and my ears, but I was envious of the tiger and lion costumes my other two sisters got."
"Meow," he darkly whispered. "My own black cat woman for Halloween."
"In flannel pajamas?" she drily teased.
"Batman eat your heart out."
"Plenty of bats in here. Batman could be in disguise just waiting to swoop down. Okay, more like a bloodthirsty move Dracula would make."
"I’ve got better wings. Better than Batman or any vampire bat," he reminded, his voice utter passion.
"Ooooh, you do. Black gorgeous sexy wings." Sedona shuddered with desire, remembering their celestial lovemaking.
"I want my black cat woman," he growled possessively.
"Don’t you dare read my mind and create those black cat pajamas. I’m not wearing them for you."
"Yes, you will."
"No, I won’t."
"You’ll be my black cat beauty."
"Hiss and grrrr...I’ll claw you to divine particles, cherub."
"I’ll make you beg and mew for my tricks and my treats," he promised in a dark purr.
"I’m not begging. Or mewing. What? Have you turned from angel to demon for Halloween?"
"Did I forget to tell you?" His voice unmercifully teased. "For this one night, the whole fabric of Earth turns inside out, and, yes, I transform into your demon lover."
Despite herself, Sedona wantonly trembled inside. "More than you already are?" she whispered, her heart rate frenzied and soaring.
"Especially, if you wear black cat flannel pajamas," he sinfully tempted.
"You won’t even let me wear a flannel nightgown, you bad cherub."
"You’ve forgotten the rules, my Sedona. If you wear a flannel nightgown, I get to rip it off. Have my wicked way with you."
Sedona twisted inside with raw passion. "Trick, and no treat for you. Or me. Since we’re here. Deep in bat do-do. It’s closing in on midnight. And the psi spies are still hunting us."
"Before dawn, my queen of the angels, I’ll make you fly. Next Halloween, black cat pajamas, and I’m your demon lover."
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN !

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~

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2008-10-28T19:33:00.001-07:00

If you haven't already, will you take a moment to read my story Moonlight Invitation and at least a couple of the other shorties and place your vote? My entry is at the following link and it's under 600 words.
http://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/10/09/entry-3-moonlight-invitation-by-faith-bicknell-brown/ (voting link below)

If you'd like to read all the stories, the Contest Entries link is posted on the 10/28 entry.

If you enjoy Moonlight Invitation, I'd appreciate your vote. Voting is here: http://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/10/25/462/

Winner is drawn on Halloween, I believe.

Join Me at Coffee time's Paranormal Book Chat Tonight at 9PM EST

2008-10-21T06:40:00.000-07:00

Join me and other authors for the Paranormal Book Chat at Coffee Time Chat tonight, October 21st, at 9PM EST. Authors besides me, are Carolan Ivey, Leila Brown, Lizzie T Leaf, Kimberly Adkins, Mary Martinez, Angela Steed

Link: http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/Chat.html
Direct link: http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/ctr_chat.htm
Sapphire Phelan

Don't Wait For Your Ship to Come in Swim out to it!

2008-10-20T11:53:00.000-07:00

In my morning reading today I came across this quote by Jonathan Winters: "If your ship doesn't come in, swim out to meet it."
There was another a day or too earlier that said something, "Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle." Abraham Lincoln.

In other words, the only thing that will create success, or create that book you've been waiting to write, or create some other printed words you dream to have written, is ACTION. There is no way around it if you don't put your butt in a chair and write - you will never publish a word. You need to banish all fear of failing, of making a mistake -- mistakes are the lessons of life.

This Frank and Ernest cartoon strip says it all. Frank is at the counter at an employment office he has a long long sheet of paper he is apparently reading from to the guy who is taking his application. The caption says--"I don't have any formal education so I brought you a list of the mistakes I've learned from."

Feel the fear and do it anyway is almost a buzz word nowadays, but it's absolute truth. Do not be afraid of mistakes, no one is perfect. Perfectionism will stall you in your tracks. Not that you should adopt a careless, reckless, not-give-a-darn attitude. You should do the best that you can do with what you have at this very moment and let the rest happen.

"You can never learn less; you can only learn more. The reason I know so much is because I have made so many mistakes," says Buckminster Fuller (a mathematician and philosopher who never graduated from college but received 46 honorary doctorates.

Imagine!
Write Like The Wind
Billie/Cricket
Coming Soon The Capricorn Goat
Mystery/Suspense
www.billiewilliams.com
www.cricket-sawyer.com

Tips! Win!

2008-10-17T16:37:00.001-07:00

Grab some writing tips and enter an easy contest. For details go to www.faithbicknellbrown.com and click on BLOG. Read my lastest blog entry.

Online Chat and Blog Carnival

2008-10-15T11:23:00.000-07:00

I will be giving away to a winner his/her choice of one of three eBooks from my backlist (Wedded Magic, Beast Magic or Crimson Promise) at the Bitten by Books Haunted Blog Carnival that starts October 27th and ends November 2nd at http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=1364. There are loads of many great prizes from other authors and publishing houses too, so check out the carnival that week.

I will also be doing a live chat at 9PM Eastern October 21st at Coffee Time's Paranormal Books chat. This will be both as Sapphire Phelan and Pamela K. Kinney. The link to it is http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/Chat.html . The direct link is http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/ctr_chat.htm , but if not signed up to chat, you must do this first. Other authors participating are Carolan Ivey, Leila Brown, Lizzie T Leaf, Kimberly Adkins, Mary Martinez, and Angela Steed.

New website!

2008-10-14T05:59:00.000-07:00

Check out my official author website! It's a combination of classy and paranormal with a dash of eroticism. I love it!

On the Cool Stuff page, you can download free PDFs. Leave a message through the contact page and let me know you stopped by!

www.faithbicknellbrown.com

Check out all the great stuff from Eternal Press this month!

2008-10-06T17:18:00.000-07:00

Warning: adult themes may be present.

Eternal Press is releasing eight new titles for October. Be sure to join us on our reader’s yahoogroup for the launch party on October 7th. As usual there’s free stuff involved! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EternalPressReaders/

Here’s info, excerpts and blurbs for your enjoyment:

A Fine Cauldron of Fish
By Cornelia Amiri
Paranormal Romantic Comedy, 18,300 words
http://www.eternalpress.ca/afinecauldronoffish.html
$3.50
ISBN: 978-1-897559-64-2
Heat rating: 2 flames

Summary:

It’s summer on the Isle of Man an Andrew is looking for hot girls and good times. So when he meets the dreamy and seductive Margaid, he thinks he’s hit the jackpot. There are only a couple of minor problems: Margaid lives in a cave under the sea, is invisible, and thinks that only Andrew’s blood can save her from turning into a kelpie! But hey, whoever said love was perfect!?

Excerpt:

Before Margaid could answer, the guy shook his head at Andrew. “It’s okay. You can keep my shirt. Although I don’t know how you're holding it when your arm’s about four inches away from it, but hey, I’m sure I simply had too much to drink. Keep it, that’s fine.”

“What? No, I don’t want your shirt. Margaid, well she thought I wanted it, but—”

“No, don’t let him go.” Margaid shook her red head. “You do want his shirt. And you need his pants, too.”

Before Andrew knew what was happening, she shoved the shirt into his arms. Then she turned back to the quaking man and grabbed hold of his waist.

“Oh, no, Margaid, don’t do it.” The moment Andrew yelled out, he knew she wasn’t going to listen. He watched in utter horror as she unsnapped the poor man’s jeans, yanked down his zipper, and slid his pants all the way to his ankles. Damn, I’m glad he’s wearing underwear. Black boxers with writing all over them. What does that say? Andrew read aloud, “B is for big.”

Beltane By Erin O'Riordan
http://www.eternalpress.ca/beltane.html
Fantasy/Paranormal, 65,500 words
$5.95
ISBN: 978-1-897559-57-4
Heat rating: 4 flames

Summary:

Twin sisters Allie and Zen have always shared everything: including an unconventional upbringing at Pagan Spirits Farms. They even fall in love at the same time. Pagan priestess Allie thinks she’s met the man of her dreams in her buttoned-down lawyer fiancé, Paul Phillip. But is he everything he seems?

Zen, a witch gifted with the sixth sense, falls for Orlando. But there’s a catch: Orlando is married to someone else. As the celebration of Beltane nears, the sisters seem destined to be unlucky in love. But the Goddess moves in mysterious ways, and May Day may turn out to be magic for them after all.

Excerpt:

“I had an early board meeting yesterday morning, and I’ll have another one this morning. It’s the end of our fiscal year.” Orlando said.

Zen raised her wine glass. “Happy New Year, then.”

Orlando smiled. “How about you? Got a boyfriend? Any kids?”

“No boyfriend. And the closest thing I’ve got to a kid is Gillian. I’m sure I’ll get around to having kids one of these days. I’ve got time, I’m only twenty-three.”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem older,” he said. Zen frowned, so he explained. “I don’t mean you look older. I mean you seem more mature. Wiser, maybe.”

“I don’t know about that,” Zen replied. Orlando didn’t say anything, so she kissed him. She breathed in the soft floral scent of his aftershave.

Orlando was very still at first. Zen wondered if she’d made a mistake, or if he didn’t like the way she kissed. She looked into his eyes, looking for some clue. As she did, Orlando leaned in and caught her lower lip between his lips. He’d been a little shy, but now he wanted to show her what he knew. To Zen’s great delight, he knew what to do with his tongue.

In the Wee Small Hours by Clare London http://www.eternalpress.ca/intheweesmallhours.html
GLBT – M/M - Romance, 5,100 words
$1.80
ISBN: 978-1-897559-63-5
Heat rating: 2 flames

Summary:

In the small hours of the morning, on opposite sides of town, Jake and Matty each seek a shoulder to cry on after a fierce argument. But when their long-suffering listeners have had enough, it's time for the guys to realize where they've gone wrong.

Excerpt;

“I miss him so bad,” he said, softly. “I just chatter on and on because I’m worried I don’t understand what he’s thinking; what he wants. I don’t know what to do that’s going to be right. I need to know that—and I thought he’d understand. But how can I go back, after I ran out on him like that, after what I said?”

The king was suddenly tired of this audience. He had other matters on his mind, notably what to eat for his own supper, and what the approaching dawn would bring in the way of dangerous adventure. “Seek him out,” he said, dismissively. “Send word. It is never too late.”

The young man had something cradled in his palm—a strange, rectangular object with a glowing panel where words could be entered by use of the buttons. The king had seen these in the hands of other, less friendly people, and he believed they were for communication. Something from the ancient world, yet reliable enough for their purpose. “Your life is too short to waste,” he said, sternly.

Witch's Moon By Tabitha Shay
Paranormal Romance, 71,000 words
http://www.eternalpress.ca/witchsmoon.html
$5.95
ISBN: 978-1-897559-58-1
Heat rating: 3 flames

Summary:

Ru-Noc: A magical world teetering on the edge of destruction.

Excited about her first Beltane, the feisty and strong-willed Princess of Ru-Noc makes plans to find her ideal mate. But Princess Kali’s world is turned upside down when finds herself whisked away and trapped in the mortal realm of vampires.

Captain Koran T knows he’s in serious trouble when the King of Ru-Noc orders him to kidnap Princess Kali. He’s no different than any other male of his species at mating time, so the urge to breed Kali is strong. But Koran T has a dark secret of his own, one that could have him banished from the coven.

Fall under the spell of a Witch’s Moon—when dark forces gather to threaten the very existence of Ru-Noc—and Princess Kali and Captain Koran cross swords in a fierce battle only a witch can win!
Excerpt

Kali caught her breath as Koran suddenly leaned close to her and snapped, “Stop looking at me like that.”

She blinked, jarred back to her surroundings by his sharp tone. “How am I looking at you, Captain?”

Kali caught herself on the verge of clutching her run-away heart. Gods, his scent assailed her senses. Heat curled in her stomach in a tangled knot. She clenched her thighs and tried desperately to ignore the dampness that pooled there.

“Like you want my mouth all over you.” He skimmed his gaze over her breasts, lingering on the stabbing buds of her nipples. His eyes flickered. He shifted his gaze to her mouth. “Is that your desire, Princess? You want my mouth on you? Everywhere?”

Luminari by Kim McDougall
Paranormal Romance/Timeslip, 7,100 words
http://www.eternalpress.ca/luminari.html
$2.50
ISBN: 978-1-897559-69-7
Heat rating: 2 flames

Summary:

Devon loves Rosalie more than life itself, even though he knows that her life will extend far beyond his mortal one. But though they share their nights together in passion, they have never been able to spend a single moment together in the sun. Until now. Devon has learned of a powerful substance that can give Rosalie the gift of sunlight. But will he be able to pay the high price that the powerful Vampire in control of this drug will ask?

Excerpt:

“You mean…you aren’t going to bite me?”

Xavier laughed as he swabbed Devon’s wrist with alcohol.

“Frankly, mortal, you’re not my type.”

Devon thought of Rosalie wrapped around his waist, her teeth buried deep in his throat, and he blushed.

Of course, Xavier would not bite him.

He felt a pinch on his wrist, and a coldness swept up his arm into his head. He didn't even feel the blade that slit his vein.

“Don’t move,” said Xavier. Devon looked down and wished he hadn’t. A steel bowl caught blood as it drained from his arm. He swooned and fell back against the cushions.

“Easy,” said Xavier. “If you faint now, how will I know when you’ve had enough? Review

Bloody Murder by Carol Shenold
http://www.eternalpress.ca/bloodymurder.html
Paranormal Mystery, 62,000 words
$5.95
ISBN: 978-1-897559-60-4
Heat rating: 2 flames

Summary:

Event planner Tali Cates’s psychic gifts have brought her more than enough trouble in the past. She wants those irksome gifts to leave her in peace so she can support her family and lead a normal life in the small of Love, Texas.

But when not one, but two beauty contestants in the pageant she’s running turn up dead, Tali is again drawn into murder and mayhem. Toss in some witchcraft and kidnapping, and she has no choice but to protect her kids by hunting down the killer. Life gets even more complicated when her son accuses her new boyfriend of being a vampire, which is just plain ridiculous.

Or is it?

Excerpt:

Screams shrilled from the dressing room area, not the carnival. What else could go wrong with this damned county fair contest I was in charge of? I shivered, and it wasn’t from the cooler evening air. What now? I ran toward the dressing room, reaching the door in time to be trampled by Theresa, who was shrieking and carrying her daughter, Charlice.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God. My baby, my poor baby.” She finally took a breath and sat down on the ground. “It’s dead, it has to be. I don’t know what it is.” Theresa was one of the pageant contestant mothers.

From the way she was reacting, you’d think her child was dead, not struggling against her mother’s tight grip.

I picked myself up from the cement stage, ignoring my scraped knee. Charlice buried her head in her mother’s neck.

I went into the empty dressing room Theresa had opened. She had been anxious her daughter wouldn’t have enough mirror space to get ready for the talent competition.

Marcia Baker lay on the floor, or at least someone in Marcia’s clothes. The body looked like a mummy, not Marcia. It was as if something had removed all moisture from her. All I could think of was poor Marcia, poor Kimmie—who was one of the Queen Contest competitors. She would be without a mother.

I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart stuttered. I staggered out of the room, touching nothing. My cell phone rang. I fumbled it out of my jeans, swallowing several times before I could talk. It was Mumsie, my mother.

“What’s going on, Tali? Chung Po is beside himself. He says he can’t see anything but darkness.”

“Tell your stupid spirit guide to go into the light. Get off the phone and call JT. I have a dead body here in the dressing room.”

“Another one?”

“Just go call.” I hung up and threw myself behind a hay bale to be sick. It was déjà vu all over again.

French Kiss By Sloane Taylor
http://www.eternalpress.ca/frenchkiss.html
Contemporary Erotica , 15,000 words
$2.95
ISBN: 978-1-897559-61-1
Heat rating: 4 flames

Summary:

Straight-laced children's author, Rachel Conklin, awakens on a deserted island wrapped in the arms of a sexy pirate. Convinced she's in a dream conjured from the pages of her breakout novel, Rachel casts her inhibitions to the wind and rides the waves of passion.

Pediatrician Henri Bernier wasn't quite sure what to do with the sexy mermaid he'd pulled from the sea. Then she started kissing him and sent his libido soaring. Now the good doctor is ready for anything.

Excerpt:

Warm tingles started in her belly, pooling low in her abdomen, a sensation she’d long missed. His lips were strong, supple, working her own apart. She glided her tongue along the seam of his mouth, loving the salty taste and the rasp of his beard on her bruised face. Moisture filled her panties, making her alive and wanting more. She laced an arm around the broad shoulders leaning over her, curling her fingers in his long silky hair.

Her nipples puckered more with each stroke as he glided his hand along her spine, continuing lower over the curve of her ass to her thigh. Wet sand greeted her when he smoothly rolled them over. Her legs parted, welcoming her secret pirate. Nope, make that swashbuckler. More romantic.

Shivers raced through her and he held her closer. His body heat, a beautiful thing, shrouded them. Her breasts grew heavier, straining against her shirt, with his solid erection pressing into her. She wiggled closer, needing to feel him inside her.

Indistinguishable sounds filled her ears, forgotten lyrics from an old sweet love song. She wanted to remember, but not enough to give up her fantasy man and the erotic glow of mystery sex.

Shadow on the Crystal By Brittany Kingston
http://www.eternalpress.ca/shadowonrthecrystal.html
Paranormal, Vampire, Supernatural, Mild Horror, 6,200 words
$1.80
ISBN: 978-1-897559-62-8
Heat rating: 1 flame

Summary:

For years, Whisper has hunted his archenemy, the vampire, Santez de Aragon. Whisper intends to kill the vile murderer and put an end to his evil ways once and for all. Katherine Browning finds herself attracted to the tall, handsome Gypsy who wards off the unwelcome attentions of her brother’s tutor.

But soon she discovers that Whisper is not what he appears to be…

Excerpt:

Whisper tightened his grip on his sword. “I will never be like you.”

Santez circled their tight arena. “You are me. Do not deny you lust for blood the same way I do. You crave it. You take it wherever you can. You can’t get enough of it.” His eyes, like embers, ignited when his gaze came to rest on the frightened face of the girl. “So much the sweeter when virginal, no?” His stare challenged Whisper. “Deny that you want to drink her blood. Deny that you want it so bad you can already taste it.” Whisper glanced at Katherine. The haunted gaze that caught at the edge of his vision sent a chill up his spine.

“Deny it!”

“Whisper?” Katherine took a step backwards.

Santez laughed. “Tell her what you are, gypsy.”

“Enough, Santez! Your quarrel is with me.” He lunged forward swinging the sword, but Santez moved quicker. By the time the six-span blade had completed its arc, Whisper found Santez between himself and Katherine.

Nothing would have pleased Santez more than to have seized the girl and taken her right in front of Whisper, but the gypsy demanded all his concentration, and the girl slipped beyond his reach. He snarled, half crouching, ready to spring. “I should have made you wholly a vampire when I had the chance.”

Coming soon-Devon Falls: Haunting Magic (Shifter Romance)

2008-09-23T12:51:00.002-07:00

Devon Falls: Haunting Magic
*Book 4 in Series*Raine Delight
Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 2008 Tentative

Buy Links: Coming soon to Aspen Mountain Press

Blurb:
Rodrick Dracon is the twin heir to the Dragon Inn. When he finds himself longing for a mate after being footloose and fancy free, he finds himself drawn to the most obnoxious, brassy woman he has ever met: Jaxon Sinclair. She is the one woman who doesn't melt when he goes by or hangs on his every word. She is just aggravating and down right sexy as sin! Soon the sparks fly, passion goes into boiling and Halloween approaches. Can this wolf shifter get this woman to heel before the full moon? Will Jax turn the tables on this ladies man and tame the wolf?
Excerpt:

Rod watched Jax, the bane of his existence or so it was until a few months ago when he noticed the way her eyes flared with laughter, or the way her legs seemed to go on for miles in those short skirts she wore when she was at the Dirty Diamond. He didn’t know what changed between them but he was definitely feeling something for this pain in the ass female that seemed to call to him and the wolf within him howled as he watched those luscious legs walk over to him. “Yeah, seems everyone is getting ready for the Halloween costume dance tomorrow. What are you up to tonight? Dinner date?” Rod fairly growled the last part though he was surprised that the thought of Jax with another man had the wolf in him wanting to beat the man into submission.

“Was going to have dinner with Grady but he got short staffed and had to cover tonight. Just seeing if I can grab a take out from your mom.” Jax said as she marveled at how normal it was between them. Though she thought the hair on his arms bristled at the thought of her on a date though it probably was her imagination. Rod wasn’t interested in her, just the ones who wanted a good time and an easy lay.

Rod felt relieved that she wasn’t meeting anyone but was surprised all the same at the thought of her being alone tonight made him want to cuddle with her. Her eyes held faint purple shadows underneath and she looked like she hadn’t had a good nights rest in ages. “I am sure my mom would love to give you something since everyone knows you can burn water without trying.” The smile that tugged at his lips surprised him as he watched her eyes go a little wide then narrow in annoyance.

“What the hell would you know about cooking, you jackass? I bet you couldn’t make something if your life depended on it.” Jax said as her lips practically snarled at him. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought there was a smile lingering on his smug face.

“Oh are you challenging me Jax? Can’t take the fact that I may actually know something you don’t? Want to take that to a test?” Rod felt a quickening in his blood that had him wondering if he was absolutely flaming insane. Why the thought of making dinner for her had him wanting something more and though if he had to say, he was enjoying the play of emotions on her face; it was fun to watch and damn it, he wanted to prove to her that he could actually do something besides what she thought he was: a playboy that flitted from woman to woman, though he was unsure why it mattered what Jax really thought of him. Needling her a little more just for the sake of being annoyed, Rod leaned forward and stroked a finger down her nose and smirked a little as he said softly, “Afraid Jax that maybe I can do something that will make you readjust your opinion of me?”

HALLOWEEN CONTEST ANNOUNCEMENT

2008-09-23T12:51:00.001-07:00

PHOENIX RISING PROMOTIONS HALLOWEEN BLOWOUT

Phoenix Rising Promotions is having a Halloween Party in honor of our many halloween releases this month. October 10th, 11th, and 12th the authors and managers of Phoenix Rising Promotions are going to be at Catitude (www.groups.yahoo.com/group/catitude) partying all weekedn. Bring your costume and have a ball.

There will be prizes! Join us, and tell us what costume you are ‘wearing’ and you are automatically entered into the Phoenix Rising Promotions Halloween Raffle! You heard that correctly. The authors have donated a whole lot of wonderful things to create Halloween goodie bags with. There will be 12 goodie bag winners, and then the Grand Prize winner will received a box of goodies as well as a Halloween figurine, a halloween jar of goodies, plus free downloads of books donated by our authors.

Come party with Phoenix Rising Promotions on Oct. 10th, 11th, and 12th to party hard at Catitude.

Raine Delight
Scorching hot romance amid the pages......
Check out Devon Falls at Aspen Mountain Press
Check out my new website: http://authorrainedelight.com

Print book The Mystics now available! R rated Excerpt

2008-09-22T14:08:00.001-07:00

C.R. Moss is proud to announce the availability of her first print book ~
The Mystics
Four mystics awaken to their powers when faced with a common adversity
The Si’Ludo Sisters trilogy & only found in print: The Redeemer.

The Mystics, a compilation of the Si’Ludo Sisters series and a fourth story only found in the print book, is available now at amazon.com!
Their power shall set them free

To buy a copy click on this link: The Mystics at Amazon.com
(If the link doesn’t work, go to amazon.com – books – advanced search. In the author field type in C.R. Moss then click search.)

For more information about the book feel free to visit her website: http://home.earthlink.net/~cr_moss/

Thank you for your readership!

P.S. The third book in the trilogy is available in e-book format. Should you wish to buy an electronic version of the third book of the trilogy – Atonement – you may at: www.extasybooks.com

Excerpt:
The encroaching twilight once more drew her focus to the landscape. Above the mountain stars appeared in the dusky thistle colored sky and the quiet voice within her mind recalled the names of the three closest and largest ones—Alco, Miza and Mizu. The innate knowledge informed her that the star Alio, The Signifier, would also grace the sky that night, indicating change was on the way. The bright orb would remind them all that the process had begun. The great planet Si’Ludo would rise. Pwu Ihu, The One, their Messiah, would come. The rift caused by the Great Divide would be healed. All would be as it once was.
A deep pang of longing for all of it to come to pass settled in her core. She put her hand to her mouth and stuck her forefinger’s knuckles between her teeth so as not to cry out. How could she know these things? How come she felt such intense yearning for everything her inner voice, her voice, she realized, had mentioned? She wasn’t a part of this world. She shouldn’t know anything about it!
Behind her, the huge wooden door creaked open and, in the reflection of the window, she watched Hawk-man enter. A toga like outfit adorned his tall, lean body, the white cloth glaringly bright against the dark room and held close to him at the waist by a wide gold belt. Leather boots fit snug along his calves.
Casually he came up behind her, put an arm around her waist and positioned her to face him. With his free hand, he captured her chin in a vice like grip and tilted her head up. The dark beady eyes gazed down at her. A chill streaked down her spine, sending zings of ice along her peripheral nerves.

Vote for To Teach an Ancient God as Best Smooch at Ectaromance.Com

2008-09-04T10:07:00.000-07:00

Last month Catanetwork posted over 25 wonderful Kiss Excerpts at Ecataromance.com. Now it's up to YOU to decide which smooch excerpt is the best of the best. The winning excerpt will be crowned our Smooch Winner so it's important that you come out in droves and vote. Mine is To Teach an Ancient God (they forgot my name with it).
Super easy: http://www.ecataromance.com/index.php
The poll is in the right column.Here is that excerpt:
"Who are you?" Jenna asked. "And where am I?"
The figure flicked the burning butt into the dark water lapping at the barge and stood up. "I'm Charon. And I'm in charge of this barge that takes those who died down the River Styx here. You're near the gates of the Underworld."
"Underworld?"
"Yep, the Underworld. You know, where Hades hangs his hat. If he wore a hat."
She shook her head. "Okay, I'm still asleep and dreaming. Did I watch some episode of Hercules last night to cause this dream?"
"Nope, girlie-girl," said Charon with a wide grin. "Hades has been waiting a thousand years for you. Ever since old Zeus zapped you out of his arms while you were both doing the wild thing. Thanks to your mother, the head honcho of Olympus sent you off into the future to be born in some mortal body." He shrugged. "Too bad it's such a pitiful one. From goddess to geek.
"The snorting and neighing of horses filled the air suddenly and they both whipped around. A handsome man with pale skin, black eyes and long, midnight hair that flowed over his shoulders like smoke halted a black and silver chariot pulled by a matching pair of pitch-black stallions. The horses, almost blending with the darkness, had eyes that glowed red like the dying embers of a fire. They stamped and snorted until he laid a touch on each one. Then they stood still like statues.
"Do not insult my beloved, Charon." A frown appeared on his dark angel face.
Charon sat back down. "Oh hi, boss. Sorry about the pitiful body part. Same about the geek thing. But Persephone sure isn't the same as she was before. Sure you still want her? I mean, Aphrodite is interested in you and boy, that goddess is well stacked!"
Jenna frowned. "Excuse me, but what are you talking about? I am not Persephone. I'm just plain old Jenna Krinard from Nebraska. Can I wake up from this nightmare now?"
Dark amusement glinted in Hades' eyes. "Nightmare? Beloved, this is no dream." He stepped down from the chariot. "And neither is this a dream." He pulled her into his arms and captured her lips with his, moving against them with hard, seductive intensity.
His tongue thrust past her lips to enter her mouth. It dueled with hers, flicking and caressing the inside of her mouth. It felt real. All too real. She thought she must be drunk, as if she'd swallowed too much wine. Boneless, she felt ready to fall down, except she didn't, due to the dark young god who held her body tightly fitted against his. He was all hard muscles and power, even down to the hardness nudging her hip.
He let her go. "Now, tell me again that all this is a dream." His dark gaze locked with hers. "That I am a dream."
Jenna's felt strange, electrified. Her breathing moved in and out, in short rasps. She reached up and touched her lips, which felt swollen because the god who ruled the Underworld had made them so. She shivered, but not from the cold air."
Oh God," she moaned.
"Yes, my beloved, which I am. Though I prefer Hades on your sweet lips."

STARQUEST is now available

2008-09-02T14:27:00.000-07:00

STARQUEST

By HYWELA LYN

PUBLISHER: The Wild Rose Press

E-Release: 29 Aug

PrintRelease: 5 Dec

WEBSITE: www.hywelalyn.com

PURCHASE

My romantic fantasy/futuristic novel was released last Friday and is currently No 2 in the Faery Rose line of The Wild Rose Press. I am so thrilled that my book is finally out there!

BLURB:

When Jestine Darnell is rescued from her sabotaged starship by the crew of the Destiny her only objective is to complete her mission and keep her promise to save a world from slavery. Love is the last thing on her mind. However, she has not counted on losing her heart to Kerry Marchant the ship’s second in command, who makes his distrust of her painfully obvious, despite the chemistry between them. The completion of her mission has consequences that neither of them could have foreseen.

Enter Dahll Tarron, who becomes involved in a long and dangerous quest to find the Destiny. Fates become intertwined, perils shared, culminating in the realization that sometimes love may be so close that there is a danger it will not be recognized until it is too late…

EXCERPT

In this excerpt, Jess has been rescued from her stricken ship by the starship Destiny and is trying to fit in as one of the crew:

Kerry, by contrast to the rest of the crew, was something of an enigma to Jess. She noticed his attitude toward her becoming increasingly cool. Quietly spoken, often taciturn, he was clearly possessed of a brilliant mind. Although slow to volunteer information, if she asked a specific question relating to either the Destiny or Metisa, he became completely involved with the subject, explaining simply but precisely. However, she could not persuade him to talk about himself, which naturally made her all the more curious about him. She frequently felt his scrutiny as if he were waiting for her to give herself away, although she could think of nothing she had said or done to arouse his suspicions. This was not the only thing about Kerry she found disturbing.

She was coming to know the ship almost as well as she had known her own vessel. A skilled pilot herself, she was happy to tackle many of the routine operating tasks, plus some of those that were not so routine. Despite his aloofness, she found herself learning a great deal from Kerry. She observed the way he handled the ship, the instructions he gave to the computers. It seemed like second nature to him.

On one occasion, at Jon’s direction, she was perfecting a complicated navigational manoeuvre with the manual controls, under Kerry’s supervision. “She’s a large, powerful ship,” he said, “and needs handling with a delicate touch. Too much pressure and you would lose her.” Jess glanced at him, frowning. Perhaps the ship wasn’t the only thing that needed delicate handling. He placed his hands lightly over hers to guide them, and to her embarrassment, she felt her heart thud uncomfortably against her ribs and a blush of colour burn her cheeks.

“This is exactly the position these controls need to be in relation to each other, when the readings here, and here, correspond to the coordinates already set.”

To her relief, he appeared not to notice her unease. For a moment, his eyes met hers. She saw they were no longer expressionless, but alight with the pride and enthusiasm he felt for the ship. She looked away quickly to concentrate on the data in front of her, forcing herself to ignore the feelings stirring deep within her. She felt privileged that he and Jon allowed her to handle the controls, and determined to make the most of the opportunity to pilot the immense starship, without any distraction. Besides, she had a mission to accomplish. She had enough to worry about; she didn’t need added complications. She thought of the blaster hidden in her cabin. All the crew had free access to the ship’s arsenal, and because there was no one else on board the ship, there was no reason for stringent security. She’d found it relatively easy to take the gun when no one was around, but she knew if its loss was discovered she would have to act very quickly.

TRAILER

To add the icing to the cake I received the cover for the sequel 'Children Of The Mist' currently in edits, on the same day. It's exactly as I pictured this particular scene and I love it.

111 ~ When a Good Angel Falls

2008-08-28T21:22:00.000-07:00

A One day, a One year, and a One life path...

Tomorrow the Kougar’s fun magical ride with WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS at #1 on BookStrand's top seller list may be over...however today, in numerology terms, it was a One day [2+8=10=1] AND a One year [2+0+0+8 =10=1] AND my life path number is a One...

WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD, 2012 Earth

What happens ‘When a Good Angel Falls’ ?

Blurb:
Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
[paranormal erotic romance]

111 smooches from the Kougar...

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com/ ~
When a Good Angel Falls ~ 2012 adventure fantasy romance ~ available from BookStrand ~
http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/

Sapphire Phelan Guest Blogger at Bitten By Books Today, 8/27

2008-08-27T08:59:00.000-07:00

I will be guest blogger on Bitten By Books ( http://bittenbybooks.com/ ) today, August 27th as of 8am Pacific/12 Noon Eastern . I'll be giving away a gift certificate of $20.00 to Amazon. So check out my article I wrote for them, "How a Horror Author can Write the Same Scary Stuff for Dark Paranormal Romance" and leave a comment and get a chance to win that gift certificate.The link to leave a comment is http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=940 . Thanks.

Scorpio Risen is now available!

2008-08-21T11:14:00.000-07:00

The chariot is all about motion, and yet it is often shown as stationary.
It implies war, a struggle, and an eventual, hard-won victory, either over enemies,
obstacles, nature, the beasts inside you, or to just get what you want

http://allromanceebooks.com/product-thechariotscorpiorisen-10694-140.html

Blurb:

Deylen Troika is the new Alpha of the Centruroides clan of scorpion shifters and the owner of a toxicology lab to appear legitimate amongst mortals. Forced to hire a new employee for his lab, Deylen has to go outside of his clan to find someone with the qualifications. He can't help but notice his new employee Seneca McLane is stunningly beautiful. If only her personality wasn't so abrasive. If only she wasn’t mortal…

Deylen uncovers a secret Seneca harbors, bringing them closer together, more than he would have imagined. It also puts his own secret in danger of being discovered.

When a rival clan challenges Deylen for the city, Seneca is caught up in to a world she knows nothing about. Can Deylen keep his clan affairs separate and protect her innocence or will she become an unwitting pawn in the fight for supremacy amongst the arachnid shifters?

Excerpt:

At the lab, Seneca kept herself busy. Deylen wasn’t in today so she felt less restricted. She thought he was damn cute. She liked the way his hair always seemed a little bit out of place, like he just woke up. It was brown, but she noticed that when the sun hit it just right, blond highlights shone through. In Seneca’s opinion, Deylen’s most striking feature was his pale blue eyes. They were so light, they almost looked colorless. It gave him an almost ethereal look. She wouldn’t admit it to him though. Her own eye color was just as unusual, but she liked his better.

Seneca was used to people taking her for granted and she hated it. She was pretty and she knew it. Because she had a pretty face and a body to match, people often did not take her seriously. It wasn’t her fault that she pulled a winning ticket in the genetic lottery.

Genetics was Seneca’s true passion. She wanted so desperately to go to medical school. She had dreams of winning a Nobel Prize in medicine for curing a disease using gene therapy. Seneca truly believed that gene therapy was the future of medicine. So many strides were already being made in the field. To get in now would be on the cutting edge of the new medical technologies. She’d feel like a pioneer in the field.

Medical school cost money however and that was something Seneca lacked. She was able to get grants to go to a community college and earn an associate’s degree, which qualified her for the position here at the lab. It was only a first step in her mind. She needed to find a way to make a lot of money fast. So did everyone else who came to this city on a hope and a wish.

She put the specimens away for the moment then went out to the break room. Mia was sitting at a table, drinking a Diet Coke. “Can I ask you something?”

Mia looked over. “Sure.”

“Deylen isn’t much of a talker is he?”

“Not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

Mia looked around. They were the only two in the room. “Sit.” She pointed to the chair across the table. Seneca sat. “Deylen is a good boss and a good man. I’ve known him a long time. Six months ago, his parents were murdered. It changed him. It changed him a lot. He lost his innocence, you might say.”

“Oh that’s horrible! Did the police catch who did it?”

“Nope.”

“I feel bad now. I think he and I really got off on the wrong foot. I am just trying so hard to do the right thing but no matter what I do I seem to piss him off. He’s probably going to fire me soon.”

“No. He knows you are trying and you are doing a lot of work that helps him.”

“What else can you tell me about him?”

“Not much. He really keeps to himself. One thing I can say though is that his friends are like family to him. He would do almost anything for them. He has a very loyal group. It’s hard for them to accept outsiders.”

“Outsiders like me.”

Mia nodded. “I’m sorry but it is true. The last technician he had in here died in an accident.”

“The poor guy is surrounded by tragedy.” Seneca felt really bad about how snippy she’d been with him.

“The last thing he wants is pity. Deylen is a strong man. He has a lot of weight on his shoulders but he bears it willingly and very well to tell the truth.”

“What else about him? What does he like to do other than run a laboratory? Why does he have his own lab anyway?”

“He likes to be the boss. He doesn’t want to work for someone else and be just another flunky.”

“Flunky, that’s me.”

Mia laughed. “Me too, I guess. As for what his interests are, I don’t really know. I don’t get to see him much outside the office.”

“Is he married? Does he have a girlfriend?”

“No and no. I know that much about him.”

“Does he have a boyfriend then?”

Mia laughed harder. “Oh no. That’s not his style. Why do you ask? Are you interested in him?”

“Well it’s hard not to notice that he’s cute.” Seneca didn’t mention that she saw Deylen bend over yesterday to pick up an ink pen he dropped and she got a good view of his ass. Even in chinos, she could tell it was firm and round. What she wouldn’t give to squeeze those cheeks! “I don’t think he’s my type though. Too quiet and reserved.”

“If you’d known him over six months ago, you wouldn’t believe it is the same man.”

“Maybe in time he will come back around. It must be hard for him; can a person really change their whole nature like that? I think his gregarious self is probably just in hiding. He’ll come out of his shell eventually.” Seneca tried to think positively. She didn’t know Deylen well yet. Maybe she was completely off the mark with her comments. She only hoped that he was in a funk and would emerge from it someday.

She wondered why she even cared about what Deylen was like outside of work. Was Mia’s question valid? Was she interested? She wasn’t lying when she said she thought he was cute. Cute didn’t begin to cover it. The guy was gorgeous. Why he shuttered himself away in a lab day after day instead of modeling for fitness magazines was beyond her. He had the body, from what she could tell. She hadn’t seen him naked yet but when he came to work in the morning, before he covered up in his shapeless lab coat, she could see the outline of his muscular frame beneath his shirt.

Seneca knew that office romances were bad news. Getting involved with the boss was even worse. What if they did get something going and it didn’t work out? She’d have to quit. He couldn’t fire her. That would be sexual harassment. She couldn’t stand to work with him still though. She’d be out of a job and even further away from the prospect of medical school. No, she’d have to try to keep her hormones in check when she was around Deylen Troika. He was a drop-dead sexy man, true, but had too many strings attached.

Seneca went back to work. The day seemed dull without her handsome boss around to natter with. Even when they were arguing about some miscommunication, it was still fulfilling. He was intellectually stimulating as well as visually enticing.

She also wondered if Mia was throwing her off track because she was interested in Deylen herself. Now that was a possibility. The two never really had any interaction that was not professional from what Seneca observed. Mia did say that she didn’t see Deylen much outside the office too. Maybe I am just paranoid. Why the hell do I care anyway?

She didn’t need to hesitate on the answer. Something about Deylen Troika piqued her interest. Whether it was a sheer carnal desire to jump his bones or something else, she wasn’t sure.

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New Release ~ Tangerine Carnal Dreams

2008-08-19T01:08:00.000-07:00

...a fire-shooting fierce woman...a shapeshifting prince of a stallion...and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away...

Tangerine Carnal Dreams

Author: Savanna Kougar
Artist: Jinger Heaston
ISBN: 978-1-60168-127-0
Genre: Erotic Fantasy Paranormal
Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press
Publication Date: 08/08/2008
Sexual Content: Erotic

Synopsis:

Corporal Kattalonia is a galactic enforcer-agent for her home world. Her father has just been accused of treason. She chases after the villain in an old rickety craft. Recovering her father’s stolen data cube will exonerate him, and halt the sale of top level secrets. The trouble, the villain’s trail leads to Yemisque, a world of tangerine carnal dreams. Great place to hide out. Great place for the erotic adventures of your choice.
Prince Ziocese, Bad Boy Extraordinaire has discovered his one woman. She shoots fire from her palm and is not an equine shifter, a mate his royal parents won’t accept.. Renegade from his world, he still honors his sacred tradition, chasing her half-way across the galaxy. He will do anything to help her, to protect her. Whether she lets him or not. Trouble is he can’t catch her to prove himself. Or, to possess her with extreme pleasure.

Read an excerpt of Tangerine Carnal Dreams
http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/tangerine-carnal-dreams/prod_165.html

Excerpt: From Chapter One ~

"Katta! Where are you? I’ve lost your blink on the netscope."
"I’m here, Jessa. Power-divert to tracking. I’ve got him, sis. I’ve got the son of a wormhole." Katta struck her relay panel forcing more power to her speed system. The old spacecraft jerked forward, into a new warp level-humming loudly, vibrating roughly.
"Come on, you bucket of silicon bolts. You know I luv ya."
"Katta, where are you?" Jessa’s voice bounced in and out, shrill with concern.
"Looks like our personal villain is on the fast trail to Yemisque."
"Yemisque! Katta, no. It’s not worth it."
"I don’t care. I’m going to get him."
"He can hide, do anything to you–almost anything." Jessa amended, having enjoyed Yemisque’s free wheeling sex pleasures often.
"I’ve gotta get it back. I’m not letting Dad go down the devil’s asshole. He’ll lose everything..."
"Katta, even you can’t–"
"I see it, Jessa. Tangerine as those gumdrops you gobble. Yep! His vapor fart swirls down to that planet lust-playground."
"Come back..." Her sister’s worried voice crackled faintly.
"Sorry, sis. Gotta cut you free."
Katta hit communications’ access with a swift hard slam of her fist. Then punched on the opening to Yemisque.
"Tangerine carnal dreams, here I come," she muttered fiercely, on fire with capturing her prey.
Automated landing instructions flowed, a sensual male crooning, translated into her birth language.
"Yeah, that’s what I’m coming for, a really hard-lunging time. Oh baby, give it to me, harder, oooooh harder," she mocked. Quickly, she set the rickety, but plucky craft on cruise.
Katta stretched, relieving the tight anticipation of her muscles. "I don’t suppose it’ll be a flush-out run to the nearest fornicating mecca. Get my quarry. Then get out. I wish. Upon a trillion zillion stars."
"Corporal Kattalonia Svelle of Windsworld, an interview once you land."
The Adonis male beamed a sensual smile from her antiquated screen. Her breath caught in her chest. Just for a moment. His clear blue lake eyes transfixed her, tripped her heart beat. Just for a moment.
"Sure, Master of Security. Could use your assistance. And you’re not half-bad to gaze longingly upon. How’s the wife?"
"In rambunctious heat. I’m in carnal paradise. Still playing the ice spinster, Corporal?"
"Too much chasing the bad galactic guy. No time for rambunctious lusting. See ya on the ground, handsome." Katta raised one brow. "No men hiding in the bushes, right? Ready to abscond with my unwilling body?"
Yemisque’s Master of Security merely fondled her with his smile, then blipped free of her screen.
Katta shook her head, then her entire body, freeing herself. His presence was all passion- encompassing. And a reminder she required a garment change to undercover gear.
"Trashy space babe coming up, or going down to..." Stretching, she slowly combed her fingers through her hair. "Oh, my goddess!" she whispered, an image of a male cock coming up, the idea of her going down on him. "I’m already ruined."

Tangerine kisses from the Kougar...

Pony Romance Reviews
~ The review corral for equine shifters, humans and all OtherWorlders ~
Tangerine Carnal Dreams reviewed by Pokey, the Prairie Kid
(Son of Pokey, Gumby’s equine pal)
This fast blast, carnal romping adventure is the perfect summer pasture read for every mare and stallion. Your tail will fly banner-high as you enjoy how Zio, hero and a stallion shifter, chases his one true love straight into his human arms, despite Corporal Kattalonia’s determination not to become his Mate. With her fiery temper and her fiery palm aimed at him, he’ll have to stampede over every obstacle on the lust playground planet of Yemisque to win her.
Pokey paws the ground and gives 5 whinnies.
Have a book you want reviewed? Toss it in the oat bucket. Or e-send to HappyTrails@stud.fun

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com
Red Lioness Tamed ~ spicy sci fi available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/books/redlionesstamed.htm ~ Untamed lioness lost in space ~
All Shades of Blue Paradise [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book I] ~ aristocratic fantasy of fiercest passion available from Siren Publishing ~ http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/asobp.asp ~ Which seductive shade of blue are you?
Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ stallion shifter adventure available from Aspen Mountain Press ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~
When a Good Angel Falls ~ 2012 adventure fantasy romance available at ~ BookStrand Publishing ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/~

2008-08-18T08:06:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone . My New Release Dancing With Fate, was recently released.! It's the sixth story in the fantasy series from the Wld Rose Press about the nine Greeek Muses. Mine features Terpsichore, Muse of dance. This is the blurb and an extract, and there's a link to the trailer at the end.

When Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance, is assigned to revisit the land of Wales, her task seems simple enough. She is unaware there is a hidden agenda. Before she can return to Olympus her path crosses that of the mysterious Myrddin, and her heart is lost.

Myrddin is promised to another. His mind is set on the dangerous task that lies before him, and the woman he has sworn to save. Nevertheless, he cannot deny the growing attraction between him and the beautiful stranger he meets along the way.

However,Terpsichore and Myrddin face a deadly force that threatens to part them forever. Is she destined to lose the only man she has ever truly loved? Is there nothing she can do to save him? Finally, when all seems lost, in desperation she finds herself DANCING WITH FATE.

EXCERPT:

She was the loveliest woman Myrddin had ever seen. Spellbound, he watched her step from the falls. He should have turned away but he found it impossible not to watch her as she dried herself. When she started to dance, he was captivated by her grace and the eloquence of her movements. She seemed unconcerned about her nakedness. Not that she had anything to be ashamed of; such exquisite beauty should not be covered. Long, dark red-brown hair fell like a veil of silk to below her knees. Her skin was smooth and flawless; her breasts were firm and high, full but not heavy, above a tiny waist.

Her rounded hips undulated sensuously in time to her singing, while her upper body remained perfectly still, apart from the expressive movements of her arms. Her legs were slim and very long and she moved on tiptoe, her small feet scarcely seeming to touch the ground. Between her fingers, she held a long piece of silky material, which she swirled around her, until it seemed almost like a living thing.

Myrddin watched, enthralled. He'd never known anyone to dance as she did. The way she swivelled her hips had him mesmerised. Her voice was soft and clear, with a haunting quality. It reminded him of the musical bells of Maes Gwyddno, the civilization that now lay drowned beneath the sea. At times of danger, if one listened hard enough, one could hear the bells ringing from beneath the waves. Moreover, it may have been a trick of the light, but she seemed to radiate a soft glow, pure and shimmering. He shook his head in disbelief. He must be imagining it. He'd eaten nothing since dawn, this was surely a vision brought on by weakness from hunger.

Myrddin crept closer and a twig cracked underfoot. Before he could take cover, the beautiful dancer stood motionless. Her eyes, green as the depths of the ocean, looked directly into his.

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Release Day ~ When a Good Angel Falls

2008-08-12T19:53:00.001-07:00

Hi everyone, release day is August 13, Wednesday. I’m thrilled and dancing on the clouds. Today is definitely a dream come true for me, since When a Good Angel Falls is a story straight from my heart and soul. The book was also a whole lot of fun to write because of the adventure scenes and the passionate love scenes.
To celebrate I will be posting 2 (two) excerpts on the Siren-BookStrand loop at ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~ and offering one free PDF copy to the first person who answers THREE questions.
Blurb & First Excerpt ~
Blurb: When a Good Angel Falls
Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
[paranormal erotic romance]

First PG-rated excerpt:

"Have a holly jolly Christmas, it’s the best time of the year," Sedona badly sang, just to dryly entertain herself. "Especially if you’re seasonally depressed and have no vitamin D," she sarcastically stretched. "Oh by golly, 2012‘s not Christmas holly, oh by golly, the endtimes aren’t jolly. Is our salvation just unholy folly?"
Sedona drove along the old one-lane highway southwest of what used to be Flagstaff, Arizona. Once the catastrophes lined up like the breadlines, it had become a FEMA /military base of operation. She had been fortunate to bypass the checkpoints without being stopped, and hauled off to the closest camp, then forced into some ungodly way of existence. Death was always preferable. And few her age cared anymore. No reason, no reason, at all.
As usual she wondered about the great mystery. Why? Why am I still alive? In these unbelievably ugly times, with evil alive and well everywhere. Is it the grace of Goddess? It could only be grace. Only some strange miraculous grace that she still lived. The why of it? Sedona possessed no earthly clue.
True, she could summon psychic abilities as naturally as she breathed, in certain crucial instances, especially healing. Whenever the soft glow of ‘knowing’ occurred inside her, she could simply touch a person or an animal, and the healing would instantly take place. Yet, she couldn’t just heal anyone who needed it. And certainly, her abilities didn’t compare to other well-known Psychic/Healers.
Still, she’d never fit in, not anywhere. And talk about choosing the ‘road less traveled’, she could be the iconic poster person on that book cover. Not that real books were available these days, except on the dangerous black market.
Briefly, Sedona shook her head, wanting to get rid of the angst over her survival. In truth, she envied all those who died, their spirits traveling to the other side. Human or animal, it didn’t matter. Sedona envied them. Especially when she saw all the corpses, common now, and literally piled up the world over. She blessed them all to heaven and desperately wished, aching-wished she could join them.
But she never had. Not yet.
Sighing, Sedona watched the impressive light show in the night sky. All around her asteroids arced constantly, some flashing out before they struck. Most of the stars couldn’t be seen, hidden by the ash haze of Mexico’s erupting volcanoes, hellish explosions she’d watched on an illegal TV feed. While hard on her lungs and eyes, the ash made the spy satellites useless, a victory in her book, since it impeded the net tight control of Homeland Security.
The steady rain of asteroids for the last thirty-five days had been strangely beautiful, yet deadly to large land areas on Earth, and sometimes to remaining population centers. Yet, it also prevented the Homeland Hordes from rounding up the desired or eliminating the undesired. Slowly enough not to trigger the watch beams, her old early ‘90s van clumped along. Five years ago Sedona had eliminated every electronic device, and replaced the engine with an antique which had been converted to use water as fuel, although now, clean water was scarce in most places.
No electronics, no herd-control implanted chips, and a lot less chance of being caught, then charged with a crime against the state. Any crime, it didn’t matter anymore. Jaywalking could be considered a crime against the state, even a possible terrorist act. Recently a man had been convicted as a terrorist for halting the progress of an enforcement vehicle, and sent away to the most grueling work station, simply because he jaywalked. That was life inside what some now called and accepted as the North American Union.
Sedona didn’t accept it. Had never accepted it. She had neutralized every chip. But she couldn’t fight as a New Rebel either, even though she had trained the last five years to a high fitness level.
Sixty-one years of age, she no longer had the stamina needed for that noble sacrifice. The New Rebels were always on the run, or attacking. Nor did she have the tech expertise, the brilliance to manipulate the big brother chips and the Darth Vader web systems.
Having no family left, and not much of anything left, with her land stolen by the police state since it still produced crops, Sedona helped out wherever she could. And merely existed. Now she drove to a friend’s hidden sanctuary, invited when they’d managed to talk over a shortwave radio.
Sedona grimaced at the irony of driving through Sedona, her namesake. Now deserted, the new age haven had been brutally wiped out by the New World Order’s bio-terrorism. Yep, the message had been cruelly delivered to all those who believed in sacred-creating an enlightened global order.
In 2012 fear reigned. For most everyone.
Seeing no one, she drove in silence. Even having an old radio on, if a signal could be snagged, upped her chances of being caught. "Run silent, run deep," she quoted, ignoring the eery chill in her gut.
"Fear rules everything. Okay, maybe not for those lucky enough to be at Maya Toga Days," she mumbled, half-elated, half-repulsed by the idea. "Maybe a big fat miracle or two. The great solar flare of enlightenment courtesy of sun cycle 24." She took a breath, musing. "I don’t suppose they have Christmas tree lights on the pyramid. Serpent lights, yeah, that’s the ticket. The ticket to paradise. The tree of life. Let’s all jump for joy. It’s a new kind of holly jolly Christmas. The garden of Eden returned, where the feathered serpents are Santas, delivering toys."
"Oh no." Despair settled in her stomach like a rock. Her van slowed, clunking offensive loud noises. "It’s a good day to die. Good night to die."
Her own whisper knifed her insides, as she guided the rolling van toward the crumbling edge of the neglected highway. "Maybe the coyotes will get me first. Rather feed the wildlife," she muttered.

Savanna
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~
When a Good Angel Falls ~ 2012 adventure fantasy romance ~ available August 13 ~
http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/

OTFS Deadline Extended!!!

2008-08-06T11:22:00.003-07:00

OTFS Deadline Extended to August 22nd from Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal
Deadline extended until August 22nd!!

So get your entries ready and send them in!!

FF&P's On the Far Side contest for unpublished authors is in need of entries, especially in the romantic elements and erotica categories!

Final round judges are acquiring editors and agents of all genres of paranormal romance. Take this opportunity to get your best work in front of:

Time Travel: Margo Lipschultz (Harlequin, Luna)
General Paranormal: Erika Tsang (Avon)
Romantic Elements: Lois Winston (Ashley Grayson)
Futuristic: Stacy Boyd (Harlequin)
Erotic: Caren Johnson (Caren Johnson Lit. Agency)
Fantasy: Deborah Werksman (Sourcebooks)
Young Adult: Scott Eagan (Greyhaus Lit. Agency)

2008 On the Far Side contest

Got fantasy, futuristic, or paranormal? Then the On the Far Side contest is for you!!
Welcome dragons, witches, ghosties, vampires, shape shifters, unicorns, and any creature your imagination can conjure up in a galaxy far far away, in a time long past, or in your very own backyard.
2007 Contest: 3 manuscripts requested! Two sold so far!
OTFS IS ALL ELECTRONIC!! NO MAILING FEES!
NEW: OPTIONAL synopsis, website banners for finalists/winners
First Round Judges: trained and/or published

Requirements:

*Must not be published in full length fiction (40,000+) for the genre entering/or not published in genre entering for past 5 years
*Entry fee: $20 members/$30 non-members
*First 20 pages of manuscript
*OPTIONAL synopsis (NEW)
*Entry received by DEADLINE: August 22, 2008

***Prizes***
All finalists receive a certificate and an OTFS finalist website banner (NEW).
Winners of each category receive a check for $20, a pin, an OTFS winner website banner (NEW), and a certificate.
2nd Place receives a check for $15 and a certificate
3rd place receives a check for $10 and a certificate
For details and entry forms, go to http://www.romance-ffp.com.

Amber Wentworth
2008 On the Far Side Coordinator

Red is coming to print this Wednesday!

2008-08-04T11:13:00.000-07:00

THE FOLLOWING IS AN UNEDITED EXCERPT FROM RED, BOOK ONE IN THE LILITH MERCURY: WEREWOLF HUNTER SERIES BY TRACEY H. KITTS. AVAILABLE NOW FROM NEW CONCEPTS PUBLISHING

We went to a few places. Mostly, Kat drank a lot and watched me dance. I love to dance; it’s such an incredible stress reliever. There are some times when stress just calls for physical activity. I’d worked out so vigorously over the past few months that I’d lost ten pounds. But, I was sick of making my punching bag suffer defeat, or slicing and dicing my poor steel dummy in the training room. I needed to do something less violent to calm my nerves ... I needed to dance.

It was very late, or very early, depending on how you want to look at it, when we arrived at the last stop of the night. This club was unusual, to say the least. Three bold letters splashed above the door in massive blood colored brushstrokes said, Red. The moment I saw it, I knew this was the place from my dream, and somewhere inside, was the man I’d been dreaming about.

The inside of the place was dark, with occasional flashes of strobe lights illuminating a path through the crowd of sweaty gyrating bodies. When I say the music pumped, I’m not using a figure of speech. You could feel the rhythm in your chest, like a heartbeat. Like really good sex, the pounding music rattled your teeth. The whole room pulsated with an energy I couldn’t describe. It excited me.

In the time we were there, a variety of music was played and a variety of people were on the dance floor. Some who could dance, others so drunk they thought they could. Kat made her way over to what may have been a stage, but it looked more like an elevated part of the dance floor. She sat at a table there to enjoy watching some drunk guys trying to dance.

“Free entertainment,” she yelled, pointing at the staggering group.

I yelled back that I’d be at the bar for a while, and made my way back through the crowd. I sat on one of the tall leather barstools, and ordered a coke and rum.
Unfortunately for me, it took a great deal of alcohol to get me drunk and right then, I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the wonderful haze of intoxication. I metabolize alcohol at such a fast rate that I can get a buzz, sit down to watch a movie, and be completely sober half way through. Kat saw my high metabolism as a gift from God, until I told her how fast I burned off alcohol.

“No one could ever take advantage of you,” she’d teased, looking scandalized.

I tried explaining to her there are ways of intoxicating the senses besides alcohol. She’d smirked and said, “Yeah, but I haven’t had sex that good in a while.” That wasn’t exactly what I’d meant, but I thought explaining would have been a waste of time.
I stayed at the bar for at least twenty minutes, eventually downing straight shots of rum. The whole time I was there, I sensed someone watching me. I put down my tenth empty shot glass and focused for a moment on the eyes that I could feel on my back. Even through the haze I’d managed to accomplish I knew a werewolf when I sensed one. My heart fluttered, my pulse quickened, and I was suddenly short of breath. It was almost like being aroused.

Someone leaned over me just as there was a brief pause in the music and whispered against my right ear, “Would you like to dance?” His scent was thrilling. He smelled clean, like soap mingled with aftershave, and underneath it all, there was the undeniable scent of a man. I turned enough to see Marco Barak.

“Hello, Red,” he smiled.

I wondered if he’d been waiting till I got drunk enough to accept his offer. I hesitated for a moment, just looking at him. I might have to kill this man one day. But that night, I wanted to dance. I took his hand and led him onto the dance floor through the crowd, and onto the raised platform in front of Kat’s table. We danced for what felt like hours. I suppose you could have called our dancing foreplay. I know many women consider dancing a metaphor for sex. If that’s true, then my God, this man danced well.

Time stood still as we moved together. The touch of his body against mine sent fire through my veins, like small jolts of electric sensuality. I was vaguely aware that Kat had taken out her camera and was snapping pictures between the flashing lights. The room seemed to freeze with each flash, giving me unforgettable mental images. Marco wore black leather pants and a matching shirt that felt smooth to the touch. We looked as if we’d dressed to match.

His hair that I remembered as a dusty blond had darkened into a brown over the years. Through the rain a few weeks ago, I couldn’t tell. After all, everything is darker when it’s wet. But, his eyes were the same deep chocolate brown I remembered. I noticed a light stubble on his chin, as if he’d forgotten to shave, and the beginnings of side burns. Have I mentioned how fond I am of men who look like they’ve been roughed up a little?

He pulled me close and asked, “What are you thinking?”

“That you’re a good dancer.” I paused, looking him up and down. “It’s difficult to find a man with such ... rhythm.” I looked into his dark eyes and saw a passion which could only be described as hunger.

“I was seriously considering asking you to leave with me,” he confessed.

“I was considering doing just that.”

He didn’t seem as surprised as I’d expected. “Are you here with someone?”

“A friend.”

“Are you attached to someone in any way?”

“Yes,” I lied. “Are you?”

“Yes, but I’m beginning to regret my choices,” he answered.

He pulled me near, as if to kiss me. Stopping just short of contact, he breathed against my lips, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Let me tell my friend I’m leaving. She’s really drunk and is going to need a cab,” I explained.

“Does she know me?” he asked.

“Yeah, she knows who you are.”

He paused, as if trying to figure out how to word his question. “I mean, does she know--”

“What you are?” I interrupted.

He nodded.

“Yes. She does,” I said simply.

“Will she tell on you?” he asked.

“No.”

Stepping down from the platform, I walked to Kathryn’s table and tried to explain that I was leaving with Marco. She was very drunk, and couldn’t seem to grasp what I was saying. I handed her some money. “You go back to the hotel, don’t take anyone with you, and lock the door. Understand?” She nodded, but still had a blank look on her face.

“But ... isn’t he--?”

“Yes,” I interrupted, “He is.”

She looked around me at Marco. It was obvious what she was thinking. She looked him up and down like he was on a buffet and she was starving. “Oh ... alright then.” I gave her a look that said this was not up for discussion. “How long will you be?” she asked.

I glanced back to Marco waiting patiently and let my eyes roam over all of the places I’d like to put my hands. “This might take a while,” I answered.

Red is the first book in my Lilith Mercury Werewolf Hunter Series. Available now at www.newconceptspublishing.com/red.htm.

Red will be available in print this Wednesday but is available now as an ebook.

Tracey

Red - "She's torn between the man who saved her humanity and the onewho makes her want to embrace the beast."

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When a Good Angel Falls ~ Savanna Kougar

2008-07-29T14:31:00.001-07:00

WHAT IS MAGICAL ABOUT AUGUST 13?
Let’s see now, what is magical about August 13, 2008 ~ it’s Wednesday the 13th, not Friday the 13th, which may be a very magical day for some, especially if your story is halloween spooky with lots of naughty tricks or treats.
August is an 8 month in numerology, meaning all things material, money and what looks good, or appearance makes the woman or man. The day is a 4 (1+3) which denotes stability, the four corners or what you build a future on, whether an event or a decision. This is a 1 year ~ numero uno ~ ‘we are number one’ is the attitude.
What does it all add up to in numerology? This is a 4 day (8+4+1 = 13 = 4). So NOT my best numbers, yet very magical in the realm of the practical, bringing forth a stable future and making good decisions.
Okay, what’s really magical about the day for me is ~ ta-da! This is my release day for When A Good Angel Falls. This story is truly a labor of love on several levels, especially on a the spiritual level, for me.
Being an avid listener of Coast-to-Coast am, night talk radio, famous for its paranormal topics ~ the subject of 2012, the end of the Mayan calendar ~ is one of the hottest conversations going, and only gets hotter as we come closer and closer to what some people refer to as the endtimes.
So, what if? What will occur on that magical and mystical winter solstice date of December 21, 2012 ~ that final day of the Mayan calendar?
Well, I’m here to tell ya, my imagination couldn’t resist the fun of answering that question. No, indeedy, my muse was transformed into a crystal ball, and I forged ahead into the mists of the near future.
And thus, When a Good Angel Falls was born. This is Sedona and Volcano’s story as they travel to Maya Toga Days in LA.
Truthfully, this story was not only a delicious adventure and a fun passionate love story to write, it was also darkly disturbing, since all is not angel brightness in our world. The dark force rises just like Darth Vader rose to power in Star Wars. And that is the evil Sedona and Volcano must overcome to save Earth for humanity.

Blurb: When a Good Angel Falls
Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

Page Link ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~

What do you think ~ December 21, 2012, just another day? Just one more winter solstice...

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ savannakougar.com

Red Lioness Tamed ~ spicy sci fi available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/books/redlionesstamed.htm ~ Untamed lioness lost in space
All Shades of Blue Paradise [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book I] ~ aristocratic fantasy of fiercest passion available from Siren Publishing ~ sirenpublishing.com ~ Which seductive shade of blue are you?
Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ stallion shifter adventure coming soon from Aspen Mountain Press
When a Good Angel Falls ~ 2012 adventure fantasy romance released on August 13 at ~ BookStrand Publishing ~ bookstrand.com ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~
Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book II] ~ aristocratic fantasy coming from Siren Publishing
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ 2051 futuristic coming from Siren-BookStrand

Shfting Desires is Available

2008-07-28T11:15:00.000-07:00

SHIFTING DESIRES ANTHOLOGY:
Beast Magic, by Sapphire Phelan

Cat's Claw, by Jude Mason

Purr For Me, by Skylar Sinclair

Publisher: Phaze

Release date: July 28. 2008

Genre: erotica, shape shifter, paranormal

ISBN: 978-1-60659-056-0

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Blurbs:Purr For Me by Skylar Sinclair:

Halloween provides the purrfect backdrop for shifter Panteara to assume her sleek, feline form. Mingling at a wild party, she’s looking for casual passion, but gets more than she bargained for when she meets another of her kind. Alpha lion Rourke is looking for a mate, and sets his sights on the lovely she-panther. Enjoy this sweet holiday treat from Skylar Sinclair.

Beast Magic by Sapphire Phelan:

They came from two different worlds. Ramses was a werelion. Shana Tory was human. The Dreaming foretold them as soul mates. So Ramses tracked her down in America, and when he found her, made her his and brought her back home with him to the South African Bushveld. But others from his pride, led by one evil lioness, do not want them together. Besides their lives, will their love survive the coming war?

Cat’s Claw by Jude Mason:

The death of a long time friend, leads Morgan Fields on an extraordinary quest into the backwoods where she finds love and so much more. Joshua Lansing, the son of her deceased friend helps her explore the heritage she never knew was hers.

An Encore for A Song of the Sidhe - Jeanne Barrack

2008-07-25T14:54:00.000-07:00

A Song of the Sidhe

Jeanne Barrack

ISBN 978-1-59578-493-3

Format: PDF, MS Lit, HTML, Rocket (rb), Mobipocket

Available at: http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/asongofthesidhe.htm
With a new arrangement, more voices in the chorus, and a brand new cover!
Blurb:

The place: Ireland, a long, long time ago when the Sidhe walked among mortals Donal Bawn was the most handsome man in all of Tipperary with a voice that could lure the birds from the trees. But that all changed when he angered Ogma, High King of the Tipperary Sidhe. Doomed to wander as a hunchback with a voice as thin as a reed, Donal keeps to the forests away from human companionship until one day he hears a melodious female voice singing a fragmented tune over and over.

Ceoleen, a beautiful female of the Galway Sidhe has also been cursed for her vanity and foolhardiness. Blinded and exiled to a fairy ring deep in the woods, she can only repeat a broken phrase of music until that fated day when Donal finishes the song for her.

But their curses are only partially broken. It will take a great deal more than music to decide their fate.

Will their love be strong enough to finally free them?

SET UP:
In this scene we glimpse Ceoleen and witness the vain and foolish creature she once was.

EXCERPT:
County Galway—The Court of the Gaillimh Sidhe
Ceoleen gazed with little regret at the slumbering form of Lorcan, her soon-to-be-former lover. Her body ached from his clumsy lovemaking. She had accepted him into her bed because he had something of value to offer her. Now that she had what she wanted, she’d no more need of him. This last time, they had made love in the forest glade near her little cottage, so she wouldn’t need to air her sheets to remove his scent.
Quietly, she moved into the forest to ready herself for the day’s events. She knelt before a crystal-clear pool, admiring the vision she saw reflected in its still depths.
Long, curly hair, flaming as the sky at sunset, curved around her shoulders and fell to the forest floor, looping into intricate designs. Dipping her hand into the water, she flung the sparkling drops onto her hair to linger like diamonds amidst the strands.
She wet her lush, pink lips with the tip of her tongue, then bit down lightly to deepen their rosy color.
She sprinkled tiny beads of dew on the tips of her lashes to frame her brilliant emerald eyes.
Straightening, she ran her hands down her slim form, admiring the curves and swells of her hips and buttocks. Her silky-smooth skin delighted her senses. It seemed almost a shame to cover that perfect body with clothing. She compromised, bespelling a dress made of cobwebs, more revealing than concealing her figure.
On her dainty feet she wore slippers made from tough lily pond leaves.
She was ready.
Today she’d gain the rankings of Amhranai Ard—High Singer, and as An Te Aille—the Most Beautiful. That is, should she pass the tests.
But of course she would.
Who else in all the Gaillimh Sidhe was as beautiful? Who else sang as sweetly? Or composed the most melodious songs?
No one.
She flashed to the Great Hall to her seat near the High Table. Filling the hall were all the Gaillimh fairy, the highest ranks and lower. And waiting in the seat next to hers, Lorcan, his eyes red with rage.
“I knew you’d be here when I awoke to find you gone. Are you ready, Ceoleen deas, my sweet one? You know you could have had your place assured if you’d only grace my bed … forever.” He leaned toward her, his lips a searing breath away from her ear. “Should you become my mate, you gain my ranking as well.”
Ceoleen shifted away from him, casting a sneering look over her shoulder. “I need not your aid. I choose my lovers and whether I remain with them or not.” She rose and placed her hands on her hips, looking down at the handsome sidhe. “And you were not even an adequate lover. When I become Amhranai Ard, I’ll have my pick of all the fir-Sidhe, all the men.” She cupped her breasts, then ran her hands down her body, thrusting her hips in his face. “Look your last, Lorcan. You’ll never see me unclothed again.”
His voice croaked. “You took what I offered when I gave you the first three notes of the contest. You don’t need my aid now, but one day you will. And I will not give it.”
She laughed, shook her head and sauntered away, her hips swaying rhythmically.
Lorcan gnashed his teeth and whispered low. “You’ll regret this day. I’ll see you cursed before I let any fir-Sidhe become your lover.”
Ceoleen paused near the empty expanse in the middle of the Hall. Arranged in a circle, the twelve tables of the ard-Sidhe, the high Sidhe, formed the inner perimeter. Another row of tables, the mean-Sidhe, the middle Sidhe, made the second ring, and the iochtarach-Sidhe, the lowest Sidhe, the outer ring. Her place was in the second ring. One could only gain the inner circle through proving a talent or being a great beauty. Graced with beauty, Ceoleen had honed her talent as a singer and composer. Now she felt ready to display both.
Ailill, Ard Rí, High King of the Gaillimh Sidhe stood, and a hush filled the hall.
“This day marks the test for those who wish to ascend in rank. Let all contenders enter the circle and prepare for the challenge.”
Moving with eager step, Ceoleen slipped into the circle.
An audible gasp greeted her arrival. Scarce had there been seen a female of her beauty. The cocks of the fir-Sidhe hardened, and the eyes of the mna-Sidhe—of every female—narrowed with envy.
Ceoleen strode with confident steps into the very center, head held high. All eyes assessed her beauty, and none found her lacking.
Her gown did nothing to hide the flaming curls between her thighs, the sweet indentation of her navel, the swell of her hips, the pointy nipples and plump breasts. Her fiery hair tumbled wantonly down her back to her slim ankles. Her eyes flashed green sparks.
Every male present wished to take her and fuck her. Every female wished her dead or cursed.
A moment after she entered the circle, another slipped silently into the ring.
Scarce out of girlhood, straight, dun-brown hair curved to her shoulders. Soft blue eyes like the sky at mid-day gazed with awe at the High Sidhe. A slim figure, clad in a bleached gown of linen, a braided rope of vines around her waist, took her place next to Ceoleen. Her newly budded breasts barely lifted the fabric of her bodice. Her feet were bare. A sidhe of the iochtarach rank, she was not known to anyone.
Her fresh innocence called to the hearts of the fir-Sidhe there. Her shyness prompted the protectiveness of the mna-Sidhe.
Whose call was stronger? Ceoleen’s or the unknown contender?

Visit at The Irish Realm of Fancy to learn more about my Irish based work at Liquid Silver Books

11 AM to 7 PM eastern!!!

2008-07-25T08:40:00.000-07:00

It's 11:40 as I type this.

In thirty minutes, I'll be over at The Romance Bistro (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Romance_Bistro) for my big writing/publishing discussion bash. It runs until 7-ish eastern time, so please stop in if you can today. Ask a question about writing, publishing, my work, anything!

Faith Bicknell-Brown, Author and Editor
A.K.A. author Zinnia Hope

Fire Demon & Feathered Flashes

2008-07-20T18:02:00.000-07:00

Paranormal lovers, I thought I’d share this pic and comments from the Coast-to-Coastam website.
http://www.coasttocoastam.com/gen/page2654.html?theme=light
I took this picture at a wildfire in Vail, OR in August of 2007. My engine boss and I walked up the hill to greet the fire as it crept down toward the farmer's corral that our engine was assigned to protect. We were feeling the heat as this large juniper tree torched at the bottom of the draw. We stood less than 100 feet downhill when I snapped this picture. The flames were at least 80 feet high. As soon as I took the pic, I saw on my little screen this horned beast of the Nagual realm. His hand is outstretched toward me. He has the head of an elk, and it looks like he has some kind of satchel over his shoulder. I haven't ever seen a figure in fire as clear as in this photo, and it hasn't been edited in any way.
--David M Konyndyk
aardvark445@hotmail.com

And for all of you who love the paranormal shifter genre, this is for you.
In honor of Celia Kyle's feather flash day at Liquid Silver's SEx blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~

Feathered Wings of Fire
by Savanna Kougar

ONE
Scrambling quickly up the small pile of red desert boulders, she shielded her eyes from the midday sun with one hand. Fascinated, she peered at the immense dark shape in the sky, unable to tell if it was a small plane or a humongous bird. Staring for all she was worth at the odd-looking shape, whatever it was, maybe even some kind of UFO, her breath hitched when it banked suddenly, then powerfully glided over the parched landscape. Wings, definitely giant feathered wings. Her breath jerked again and her heart drummed with wild elation. Probably just an enormous buzzard, though.

TWO
Still, a tiny, tiny thump of hope tingled in her breast as the magnificent bird grew larger, and seemed to head in her direction. Crouching, she fumbled for her camcorder inside her stuffed backpack, but no go, unless she was willing to take her gaze off the...mygawd! She straightened, sucked in a big fat breath, then forgot to breathe. Thunderbird, echoed in her mind. Thunderbird, it banged around like a large bouncing rock falling into a canyon. Thunderbirds, like the ones talked about on late night radio, the crypto sightings, the American Indian myths, the 1800's picture she’d Googled.

THREE
Like the one sighted in Alaska flying beside a Cessna. Of course, the pilot and passengers had freaked out huge time. "God, I hope so. I hope it’s a Thunderbird," she whispered, thinking if she spoke too loudly, it would frighten the legendary creature away. As the ginorous eagle-looking bird sailed closer and closer, her blood sang with excitement while trepidation curled her toes. "It could want dinner," she murmured, remembering the tales of monstrous nests containing human bones. Still, she stood her ground on top of the sun-baked boulder, and waited, greedily searching for every detail she could observe.

FOUR
Brown mahogany, the giant wing feathers gleamed beneath the sun. Looking translucent, the tip edges shimmered with gold. As he flew closer his flight feathers streamed a golden flame of light. He. The ginormous eagle had to be a ‘he’. Sailing beneath the sun, he obstructed her view of the sky, and darkened the land around her with his shadow. Mesmerized, she watched his entire body glisten gold as if an ancient sky goddess poured gold dust over his dark feathers. Stunned by his sheer size, his incomparable glorious beauty, still, she couldn’t make herself believe he was a hallucination.

FIVE
Aware her own body entered a state of paralysis, she did not care. Shifting his flight pattern, the Thunderbird creature rose, flying higher. Her heart nearly stopped, stabbed by raw disappointment. Come back, she desperately whispered inside her mind. Majestically he circled directly above her, catching inside his shadow as he languidly spiraled higher. She concentrated, memorizing his every winging movement. "Omygawd." Her throat closed in awe at what she witnessed. He sparkled with a fiery aurora of colors as he flew in slow motion. His entire body. Unable to take it all in, she dropped her hand, and blinked.

SIX
Then she shut her eyes. Forcing them wide again, she gasped, her breath ripping from her lungs. His tail feathers blazed, rainbows of fire flowing, jets of amazing color that put the brightness of the sky to shame. Thinking, Firebird....she felt her body fall backwards. Her mind blanked. When she emerged back into awareness, she felt strong arms around her. Incredibly strong arms. She blinked, daring her own eyes to open. Starting violently, she wondered how the strange gorgeous man held onto her. "You are here. As we previously arranged." His unique bold voice fire-stormed over her senses. "What?"

Feathery kiss from the Kougar...

Savanna Kougar ~ Run of the Wild Side of Romance ~ savannakougar.com
Red Lioness Tamed ~ spicy sci fi available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ liquidsilverbooks.com ~ Untamed lioness lost in space
All Shades of Blue Paradise [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book I] ~ aristocratic fantasy available from Siren Publishing ~ sirenpublishing.com ~ Which seductive shade of blue are you?
Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ stallion shifter adventure coming soon from Aspen Mountain Press
When a Good Angel Falls ~ 2012 angelic fantasy from Siren-BookStrand summer 2008 ~ Coming Soon page ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar/wagaf.asp ~
Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book II] ~ aristocratic fantasy coming from Siren Publishing
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ futuristic coming from Siren-BookStrand

Brain Dead by Tracey H. Kitts, Coming Soon

2008-07-20T12:08:00.001-07:00

The following is an unedited excerpt from Brain Dead, by Tracey H. Kitts, coming in August from New Concepts Publishing.

On her way home Jane pulled in at the same gas station where she'd stopped earlier in the week. The same kind looking old man was behind the counter and waved to her before turning on the pump. Her heart fluttered just thinking about Luis and she dropped her keys again as she walked past the pump.

By the time she bent to pick them up Luis's long fingered hand covered hers.

"Allow me, mon cher," he said softly.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly.

He looked even better than she remembered. His long dark hair was pulled back tightly and he was wearing another pair of black leather pants. This time his shirt was the same deep blue of his eyes and his long coat also looked like leather. His perfect skin seemed to glow underneath the dim lights.

Jane could barely take her eyes off of him long enough to go inside and pay. When she walked back past him his sensuous lips curved into a smile. As lovely as his smile was, it unnerved her, so she quickened her paced and tried to ignore the way her stomach muscles twitched when he was close to her.

"Go dancing with me," Luis asked, catching her by the wrist.

Jane paused longer than she should have before saying, "I don't even know you."

"Yes, you do," he sighed. Then seeing the lack of recognition and fear in her eyes he added playfully, "We met a few nights ago. I'm Luis, remember? The man who's not going to mug you, but would love to take you dancing."

She laughed, and it did Luis's heart good. It had been a long time since he'd heard that sound. He smiled his appreciation, and his smile warmed her in spite of the cold night wind. Jane had never asked a man to go home with her, let alone a complete stranger. But she came damn close to doing just that.

"Were you just hanging around here, hoping I'd show up?" she teased.

"No," he laughed. "I ran out of gas just up the road, and I was returning Nelson's can."

As he said this he pointed to a small gas can he'd left beside the door. The old man inside, who must have been Nelson, waved his thanks and took the can back inside.

"Oh." Jane blushed, feeling stupid for her comment.

"But don't think I wouldn't have if I'd known I would see you tonight."

His voice was a seductive whisper and it carried on the wind like a caress.

"Alright, Luis I'll go dancing with you, but on one condition."

"What is that, ma chéri?"

"Tell me your last name."

"Luis Phillippe," he said as he bowed to kiss the hand he still held. "At your service. But you have yet to tell me your name." He smiled seductively.

She watched with rapt fascination as his sultry lips got closer and closer to the back of her hand. They were cool to the touch, but sent fire through her veins. Jane had removed her gloves after work, but Luis didn't seem to notice the scrapes across her knuckles.

"Jane Masters," she panted.

You can find out more about me and my books at http://www.traceyhkitts.com/

Tracey
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Brothers at Arms - This vampire romance is getting great reviews!

2008-07-14T00:42:00.000-07:00

Read the book that ParaNormal Romance calls "fast moving and very stimulating!" and Coffee Time Romance calls "an action-packed read."

If vampire romance intrigues you, Brothers at Arms is now available in ebook at All Romance Ebooks. The print release will be later this year.

http://allromanceebooks.com/product-thechariotbrothersatarms-8855-140.html

Carpe Noctem,
Des

Blurb:

For 250 years, the Arcée brothers have been in conflict. The vendetta between these two powerful vampires has shown no signs of resolve or waning. The concession made between the two is that the location of their ongoing war is moved every five decades to help prevent hapless mortals from discovering them. It was determined that the new locations would be chosen by a delegated Keeper, symbolized by a custom-made tarot card. Where the card goes, so do the Houses and also the war.

When the card changes hands, each house sends out Seekers, specially trained vampires who race against each other to be the first to discover the card’s new location. The first one to find the card and take control of the new keeper has the upper hand in the battle for that duration as they gain first foothold in the new city.

This year is a turning year. Julio Mendoza receives the card in the mail, unaware of its meaning. When he learns of the history of the card, he realizes he has been thrust in to a war that holds nothing for him, yet he cannot escape his fate. Still he will not accept his role meekly.

Michelle Bryson is a Seeker for the House of François Arcée. She is pitted against a ruthless rival from the House of Pierre Arcée to get to Julio first. Michelle is a young Seeker and if she fails to capture the Keeper, her life may be forfeited. What Michelle did not plan on was to find the Keeper to be a sexy, rebellious man who has a spirit in him unlike any Keeper she has seen in the past.

Julio knows the vampires are coming for him. He knows that he cannot hide forever. When the Seekers find him though, he cannot deny his attraction toward Michelle – an attraction that they will both pay dearly for if the Seeker from the House of Pierre Arcée has anything to do about it.

Excerpt:

“They’re here,” Julio blurted out. He didn’t mean to say it so bluntly but his mouth moved before his thought process did.

“How do you know?”

“I saw the trucks at the house and saw people moving things inside.”

“We have to go over right away.”

“They won’t come here?”

“I think François would expect us to come there instead. He will want me to deliver the Keeper to him.”

“What am I now, a pizza?” Julio raised an eyebrow.

“Mmmm yes, with a big pepperoni!” She gave a deliberate glance to Julio’s crotch and smirked.

Julio was stunned. Did Michelle just make a dick joke? With as snippy as she had been the past few days, a teasing joke was the last thing he expected from her.

“Sorry.” She looked away from him since he didn’t laugh at her jest.

“You surprised me,” he admitted. The corners of his lips curled upward in to a small grin. “So, you like pepperoni pizza?”

“To be honest, I’ve never eaten a real pepperoni pizza.” With another glance at his crotch she said, “I do like your ‘pepperoni’ though.”

Julio’s grin broadened. “Yeah it sure likes you too.” He wouldn’t lie about that. Their romp had definitely pleasured him. He had assumed it was a fluke, but apparently he had made an impression on her.

“You should clean up a bit before we go over,” she advised. “Your hair is a mess.”

Julio paused. She’d changed the subject so quickly that it took him a moment to catch up. Apparently the teasing innuendos were at a close. He ran his fingers through his thick, ebony hair and nodded. “I suppose I could drag a brush through it.” He walked to the bathroom without another word, brushing his hair and putting on some more deodorant. Knowing the vampire olfactory senses were keen, he chose not to use cologne. He then went into the bedroom and changed his shirt to a less rumpled one.

When he came back out, Michelle was standing at the door, ready to go. As soon as she saw him she opened the door and walked out. Julio followed and turned to lock the door behind him. He heard Michelle gasp and turned to look.

A sleek, black car bearing California license plates pulled up in front of the house.

“Julio, go back inside, now.” Michelle instructed. Her voice was serious, brooking no argument.

Julio did not obey. He stood staring at the car, watching the doors open and four people get out of it. One of them was Luke. “I take it that isn’t the welcome wagon?”

“Not the one we wanted. Go back in, now. Do as I say,” her tone was more urgent.

Julio unlocked the door again and stepped through. He had noted the solemn expressions on the faces of the four who got out of the car. They were not here to make pleasantries. He drew the curtain back an inch or so and peeked out. The four walked up the driveway, approaching Michelle. He had to give her credit. She had guts to stand up to the four of them. Julio felt a pang of guilt at leaving her outside to fend them off alone. He remembered what she told him when she arrived. Vampires are stronger than humans. He would be no match for one of them, much less four. He couldn’t help but stay close enough to eavesdrop.

“Play time is over, Michelle,” Luke stated as they reached the porch. “I chose to let you think you had him. It is time to face the music.”

“Bullshit, Luke. I was here first, I claimed him. If you chose not to fight me for him, it just shows your own lack of balls.” She maintained her cool, defiant demeanor, even though inside it felt wrong to stand up to Luke that way. She knew he had balls, both literally and figuratively. Once upon a time, well, more than once, she had cupped those balls in her hand, fondling them gently. She had caressed them, evoking moans of pleasure from Luke. Now she felt like kicking him in those same-said balls. How could he still be doing this? How could he be standing here in front of her, trying to take what was rightfully hers?

As if reading her mind, Luke grinned salaciously. “I remember the days when you loved to play with my balls. I still recall the feel of your tongue on them.”

Julio’s eyes widened as he heard that. He gave a momentary thought of what it would feel like to have Michelle’s tongue slaking his balls and his body reacted accordingly. His dick began to harden and he found it difficult to concentrate on the vampires outside. He wanted them to just leave so that he could pull Michelle back in to his bedroom and find out just how good her tongue was.

Deadly Vixens & Ghosts Oh My!

2008-07-10T13:05:00.000-07:00

Let's talk about real life ghostly experiences. Come visit with me as I share a "shattering" experience in a haunted Victorian home in Arkansas.
Deadly Vixens & Ghosts! Oh My!

Magical Seduction of an Angel

2008-07-10T01:32:00.000-07:00

2012 ~ What happens ‘When a Good Angel Falls’ ?
Being an avid listener of Coast-to-Coast am, night talk radio, famous for its paranormal topics ~ the subject of 2012, the end of the Mayan calendar ~ is one of the hottest conversations going, and only gets hotter as we come closer and closer to what some people refer to as the endtimes.
So, what if? What will occur on that magical and mystical winter solstice date of December 21, 2012 ~ that final day of the Mayan calendar?
When a Good Angel Falls, my novel coming soon from Siren-BookStrand, answers that question with Sedona and Volcano’s unusual love story.
Join me at Ann Cory’s Magical Seduction blog ~ anncory.com/blog ~ for a story blurb and to share your thoughts and insights about 2012.
I will choose ONE person who comments for a free fun angel mini-reading via e-mail. This means I pull one angel card for you, tune in to the wise words of the angelic realm, and e-send you the results.
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ savannakougar.com
Red Lioness Tamed ~ spicy sci fi available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ liquidsilverbooks.com ~ Untamed lioness lost in space
All Shades of Blue Paradise [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book I] ~ aristocratic fantasy available from Siren Publishing ~ sirenpublishing.com ~ Which seductive shade of blue are you?
Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book II] ~ aristocratic fantasy coming from Siren Publishing
Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ stallion shifter adventure coming from Aspen Mountain Press
When a Good Angel Falls ~ 2012 angelic fantasy coming from Siren-BookStrand summer 2008
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ futuristic coming from Siren-BookStrand

Devon Falls: Fiery Magic is here!

2008-07-09T07:06:00.001-07:00

Devon Falls: Fiery Magic

Now available from Aspen Mountain Press
Author: Raine Delight
7/4/08
Paranormal Romance
Book 3 in Devon Falls Series

Damien Dracon is back in Devon Falls, and he is about to woo the one lady he left three years ago. Family secrets and youthful pride forced him to give up the one good thing in his life: the love of Alicia Stevens. What he doesn't expect is that Alicia has a secret of her own, and it may just tear them apart. Can two former lovers find it in themselves to forgive one another and let love grow between them? Or will past secrets haunt them and tear them apart? This 4th of July is about to get explosive in Devon Falls.

Excerpt:

He strode down the sidewalk. The window of the Dew Drop glowed softly, and a shadow walked past the window. He jogged lightly across the street and almost fell through the glass pane at the sight of Alicia, weaving her way around the cases. He watched the way she moved, all fluid-like and with a grace that he could never find, no matter how hard he tried, in other women. Her reddish blonde hair was in a loose ponytail that he suddenly itched to take down. His eyes widened when her lush, voluptuous body had him aching to see her in all its natural glory. Hers was the most desirable body he had ever seen. The blood rushed to his cock straining the front of his jeans.
Whistling softly, he never thought she would grow up to be so voluptuous and sexy! It was quite an eye opener, especially when she bent over to clean the case of pastries and her jeans tightened around her rounded ass. Groaning at the vision in front of him, his blood burning with a need to possess; Damien tried to still his racing lust. My god, she is gorgeous and sexy. She's like a 50's screen bombshell, all rounded curves and long legs. What man wouldn't be lucky to have her as a mate and mother of his children?
Watching her dance to a tune only she could hear brought Damien's attention to the way she moved. She moved like a ballerina, yet was more graceful to his thinking, and as he watched her dance around the cases and tables, he found himself longing to dance with her. Thinking how her body would curve around his made him shudder with a hot need that had him rock hard and aching for something that he hoped he could experience again — if she didn't kick him in the balls first and then toss him out the door.
The lights dimmed, and then went off. A moment later, he heard a car start and drive off. He sighed at the loneliness he felt even more acutely. Damien resumed walking and sighed at the thoughts racing through his brain like a wild fire out of control. Why can't I just go in and talk to her? Am I being an utter ass thinking I am going to be welcomed with open arms by her? I have to see her, touch her, explain things, and hope she will forgive me enough to give us another try. This time I won't leave her and fly to parts unknown. I will do whatever it takes for her to trust me again and give me another chance. I know I screwed up big time but this time, I am going to fight for her and the love I hope is still there.

If you enjoy this one then grab the first two in the series: Sticky Magic (Babes in Toyland II Anthology) and Red Hot Magic now available from Aspen Mountain Press.

You can find the buy links at www.freewebs.com/raine_delight

Raine Delight
Devon Falls: Fiery Magic now available from Aspen Mountain Press
Can two people find a second chance at love or will secrets rip them apart?

Eternal Press has hot new titles for July

2008-07-07T15:03:00.001-07:00

Hey y'all!
Today is the launch of Eternal Press's July line up. Eight new sizzling titles for your summer entertainment!

Drop by the Eternal Press Reader's group to chat with us, read excerpts and participate for chances to win free books!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EternalPressReaders/

Heart of the Bear

2008-07-06T22:31:00.000-07:00

Hey there, Cindy Spencer Pape here. I write contemporary, paranormal, and erotic romance for The Wild Rose Press, Cerridwen Press, Ellora's Cave, and as of today, Total-E-Bound. My first book there releases today, and I'm very excited about this new series. You can click on the cover to check it out.

Heart of the Bear

Guardian Investigations, Book 1

by Cindy Spencer Pape

out 7/7/08

from Total-E-Bound

She can see into the minds of criminals, but can she find her way into the heart of the bear? Detective and psychic Hannah Lightfoot heads to her family’s mountain cabin to make some hard decisions about the future of her career. When she reaches the cabin she finds it already occupied—by a handsome naked stranger. Shape-shifter Evan Maddox is her brother’s friend and partner. After a night of unbelievable passion, they work together to rescue a kidnapped child. He believes in Hannah’s gifts, but can he trust her with his deepest secrets? Maybe even with his heart?

Excerpt:

There was something in the air that night. I sat in my grandparent’s Simi Valley backyard and tried to meditate, but I couldn’t relax. My whole body tingled and twitched, like a storm was coming, though Southern California was in the middle of a drought. I’d come up here for advice, but all I’d gotten was more questions. I had three days left to make a decision about my future, and all I knew so far was that something was in the air. I felt it coming just like most people heard a freight train roaring towards them down the track. I couldn’t tell what was looming, but I was pretty sure it was going to hit me just as hard as the damn steam engine.

“You going to stay out here all night?”

I jumped at the voice, then I smiled. Not many people in this world can sneak up on me, even when I’m moping. My grandfather is one of them. Even at eighty-eight, he still has the stealth and psychic power that made him one of the most successful Navajo intelligence operatives in World War II. He put his arm around my waist, and I leaned into his shoulder, just like I’d done since I was a kid.

“No, Granddad. No answers in the wind tonight. I think I’m going to head up to the cabin for the weekend. Maybe the spirits will have more to say to me up there.” My grandfather had moved to LA to be a cop after the war, but he’d always needed to spend some time away from the city, so he’d built a cabin up in the Sierra Madres. Any of the family was welcome to use the place when we needed a retreat. And I needed one right now—big time.

Granddad nodded. “You be careful up there. Something—someone—is coming. I’d go with you if I could, little one, but you need to face this challenge alone. Call once in a while, and let your grandmother know you’re alive.”

I nodded. We both knew it wasn’t necessary. Nana was a Romany Gypsy. During the war, Granddad had rescued her from a German death squad who’d planned to burn her as a witch. Her psychic touch hadn’t faded in all these years. But calling to check in was only polite, and Nana would expect it.

“Listen to the winds, girl. Listen with your heart as well as your ears.” With that cryptic bit of advice, Granddad turned and walked back towards the house, whistling a tune. Damn, if it didn’t sound like Aerosmith. The old man never failed to surprise me.

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Without Camouflage - FREE PDF

2008-07-06T12:51:00.000-07:00

In my latest newsletter, I offered a free PDF to subscribers. I've decided that I'd like to offer it to some of the groups I belong to as well. The free e-book I'm offering is called Without Camouflage.

Genre: magic realism

Length: about 4,000 words

BLURB: Fran's on the run from a murderous ex-husband. Securing herself in a mountain cabin, she makes friends with her neighbor, Charlotte, a nature artist. Charlotte relays some Native American legends and leaves Fran one of her paintings as a gift, but when Fran's ex finds her, it takes more than a legend to save her life.

If you'd like a copy of Without Camouflage, just send an email to fbicknellbrown@ gmail.com (close the space) and put FREE PDF in the subject. I will email a copy of the story to you. The lovely Jambrea of my Avoid Writers' Hell group (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Avoid_Writers_Hell) created a cover for it on very short notice. Thank you so much Jambrea! If you'd like to visit her, the ebook includes her info.

Also, I hope that some of you will sign up for my newsletter. I'll be offering free reads, excerpts, and contests, but I work very hard at publishing material in it that is unique from the traditional newsletters. Here's the link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bickbrownZHnewsletter

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Summer blessings going your way,

Faith Bicknell-Brown a.k.a. Zinnia Hope

Managing Editor of WildChildPublishing.com/Freyasbower.com

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Aristocratic Fantasy or Kick-Ass Lioness

2008-07-04T09:40:00.000-07:00

Aristocratic Fantasy ~ Open the door to Blue Paradise
Meet Lady Sheridan & Baron Zaggry
All Shades of Blue Paradise [World of the Blue Pearl Moon 1]
eBook by Savanna Kougar
eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Destiny and love can be denied for only so long...Except for her daring equestrienne competitions, Lady Sheridan lives a quiet life caring for her family's estate, staving off financial ruin and keeping her brother's misdeeds from ruining his marriage and the life of her beloved nieces. Despite all his desperate efforts, Baron Zaggry has never discovered why his Sherfantasy broke their engagement. Now, his ruse successful, Sheridan is finally his, his slave lover. He has ten years worth of denied pleasures to make up for, to savor however he erotic chooses.[Erotic Fantasy Romance,OtherWorld, Aristocratic Intrigue: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren Publishing, Inc., Published: 2008, 2008
"5 Stars: Gryphiz is a world two dimensions from Earth. The people evolved differently from those on Earth. Their stamina and sexual ability increased. When Lady Sheridan saw her betrothed, Baron Zaggy, betray her, she ended the relationship without ever telling anyone why. Ten years later her brother, Brad, begged her help. He owed money to the Baron and needed more time. Regardless of her feelings she agreed to approach him on the subject of the loan. Zag agreed to forgive the debt if she would be his slave lover for one year. He would also help her with her project of a riding stable for children. She agreed. He needed her help to stop a corporation from possessing the Vettura lands and destroying the world as they knew it. Zag hoped to win back her love during that year. All Shades of Blue Paradise is part one of this series. Savanna Kougar is a talented author. The plot is extremely steamy. I would not mind being a slave lover for a year or maybe 20. Kougar has created a completely new world and culture. The characters are well-matched. Sheridan is strong and very sensual. Zag is incredibly sexy, dominating, and loving. Fans of erotic romance will enjoy All Shades of Blue Paradise: World of the Blue Pearl Moon." --Debra, Review Your Book
ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE: WORLD OF THE BLUE PEARL MOON
SAVANNA KOUGAR
148 Pages ~ Fantasy Romance
"This story is very erotic and sensual, with a ferocious carnal appetite that can never be appeased. The syntax is extraordinary, and flows with an almost poetic feel. I do feel, however, that the constant sexual pleasures are somewhat overpowering to the plot line of the story. This being said, I very much want to read Part II, the continuation of Sheridan and Zag’s story. Ms. Kougar has an amazing way with words that very few authors could pull off, and she does so brilliantly."
Lototy ~ Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
Excerpt: Romance Rebel Ship ~ romancerebelship.blogspot.com
Sizzle excerpt link: http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/asobp.asp

Kick-Ass Lioness ~ Watch out if yer a bad kitty shifter
Meet Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan & Captain Draxen Z of the Venture
If yer partial to a futuristic adventurous romp of lust and love on the high celestial seas of space...if you have a yen for those cat shifter types, lament no longer...
Year 3051, the Earth calendar used on Terra-Mars, a terra-formed moon orbiting Mars, and home of the heroine, Sun Rocket.
RED LIONESS TAMED
eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: What does a lioness shifter do when she's suddenly trapped in an unknown space cruiser's cargo hold? Then, despite her ability to savagely defend herself she's trapped beneath the handsome human Captain. And next, cat-scratching ridiculously, she finds herself carnal-trapped, and meow yowl! bound by leather straps in his bed? Answer: She fights tooth and claw. Problem: The loner Captain is nova-hot at seducing her.
eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2008
See what Mrs. Giggles of Mrs. Giggles Reviews is saying about this hot, sexy, erotic romance book. . .
"I believe that if you have a fondness for stories that aren't afraid to be deliberately campy and cheesy, this one may find a home on your hard drive, right next to your dubiously-obtained complete series of the original Battlestar Galactica, Jason Of The Star Command, and Buck Rogers In The 25th Century TV series.Rating: 84
Joyfully Reviewed by Lisa
Review snippet:
"Red Lioness Tamed sizzles with sexual chemistry between this very hot alpha couple, Sun Rocket and Draxen. An imaginative plot and some light bondage give readers an exciting story.
Hot physical attraction, space pirates, old enemies and a hidden identity make for one wild trip through the stars."
For the full review ~
http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/May08/redlionesstamed.SK.html
A big thanks to Vivien Dean who found this review ~ viviendean.com ~ Check her website for her newest release: As It Should Be
First Chapter excerpt & info:
http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/forums/showthread.php?t=7183
Excerpt: Romance Rebel Ship ~ romancerebelship.blogspot.com
Happy Summer Reading! Kisses from the Kougar...
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ savannakougar.com
Red Lioness Tamed ~ spicy sci fi available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ liquidsilverbooks.com ~ Untamed lioness lost in space
All Shades of Blue Paradise [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book I] ~ aristocratic fantasy available from Siren Publishing ~ sirenpublishing.com ~ Which seductive shade of blue are you?
Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book II] ~ aristocratic fantasy coming from Siren Publishing
Tangerine Carnal Dreams ~ stallion shifter adventure coming from Aspen Mountain Press
When a Good Angel Falls ~ 2012 angelic fantasy coming from Siren-BookStrand summer 2008
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ futuristic coming from Siren-BookStrand

Sapphire Phelan Here

2008-07-01T10:21:00.000-07:00

Hi, Sapphire Phelan here. I write for Phaze Books and have one sensual historical fantasy romance short, Wedded Magic, published by Love You Divine. Later this month, on July 28th, my novella, Beast Magic, will come out in print in the Shifting Desires Anthology by Phaze Books, along with Cat's Claw by Jude Mason and Purr for Me by Skylar Sinclair. I can't wait, and as you can see the book cover with this blog, how gorgeous that is.
For more on me check my website at http://fantasticdreams.50megs.com/ and my myspace site at www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan.
Sapphire Phelan

Welcome Chris Winters ~ Mr. Romance, 2008

2008-06-25T12:26:00.000-07:00

Hi! If you would like MORE than just to gaze longingly at Chris Winters, come on over to Title Magic ~ titlemagic.blogspot.com ~

Not only does Chris speak about how he loves to ‘touch’ his woman, but his current writing project is utterly fascinating.

Here is a snippet of Helen’s interview with Chris:
When we were in Pittsburgh in April for the Romantic Times Convention, some of us had the pleasure of meeting Chris Winters, Mr. Romance 2008. Chris is more than a handsome face and yummy body, he’s a lovely guy with a great sense of humor. Today we’re delighted to have Chris visiting us on Title Magic to answer our questions to give us a little insight into what makes him tick!

Stop by my blog interview!

2008-06-25T06:49:00.000-07:00

My interview is now live! Lots of writing/publishing info and some info about my work too. Please stop by and leave a comment or question.

Spread the word too!

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If you don't have a wordpress account, it literally only takes 5 seconds to sign up for one.Bam! It's done, lol

Marilu says, "Hello from Louisiana, y'all!"

2008-06-24T18:54:00.000-07:00

Hello! I'm Marilu Mann. I write steamy paranormal romance for Ellora's Cave. I also write contemporary erotica, but we have other blogs for that, darlings!

I hope you will take a moment to check out my May 2008 release, Changing Times. Here's a bit about the series and the first book. I'm so looking forward to being here! And I do hope you will come join us on the list! "Just Another Paranormal Monday" is a fun, very active list that only happens on Mondays! Lots of excerpts and paranormal chat for all.

Lusting Wild -- The Series

We and the beasts are kin. ~ Ernest Thompson Seton

What if we really are? What if beasts walked beside us, down city streets, in grocery stores, at the post office? What if they walked among us in human form? Would we know them? Would they show themselves to us? If they were stronger, faster, more durable, would they want to live peacefully with us or would they want to rule the world?

Some would prefer to stay hidden, staying out of our sight, living among us without exposing their darker sides to us. What of the others? Would they prefer that we acknowledge them, answer to them, work for them? What happens when the world, as we know it, ceases to exist and the shifters come out of hiding?

Sometimes the line between human and animal is blurred. Sometimes that line disappears completely. ~ Micah Keeps Vigil

When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. ~Antoine de Saint Exupery

To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ." ~ Antoine de Saint Exupery

Changing Times -- Lusting Wild #1 May 7, 2008

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New Orleans sizzles when Dr. Carly Chambers finds herself in the hands, or paws, of sexy shifter and antique dealer Tony Pantera. Though the memory of his murdered human lover haunts him, Tony can't deny the sensual scent of this doctor his friends kidnapped. Carly is now in danger because of his enemies.

The Turn Skins are power-hungry shifters who want to expose themselves to the world and take over through fear. Tony and his friends stand in their way. Carly proves to be a tool for Turn Skins when they learn that Tony can't resist the attractive doctor. And Carly is happy to stroke this shifter's fur. Their erotic encounters hurtle them into the path of danger and death.

Can Tony protect his human lover from the Turn Skins who don't care if she's hurt as long as they get their way?

Read an excerpt from Changing Times

Reviews for Changing Times

"Fast-paced" "Can't wait to read more" Read the full review on the PW Blog "Beyond Her Book" w/ Barbara Vey

4 out of 5 at TRRC. "Sensual and excellent" "Perfect length" Read the full review at The Romance Readers Connection

"Solid and entertaining," "Smoking hot and very well written". Read the full review at Bitten By Books

Buy Changing Times

Third Book in Vampire Series

2008-06-24T06:49:00.000-07:00

Hey, everybody! What a treat to hang out with other paranormal authors and readers. I'm K. Z. Snow, and I just wanted to let you know that the third book in the Adin Swift vampire series will be released July 11 by Changeling Press.

OBSESSED
follows PLAGUED, published by Ellora's Cave, and TORMENTED, published by Changeling.

Just popping in to say 'Hi'

2008-06-24T03:32:00.001-07:00

Hello everyone.

Thanks so much for inviting me. This Blog is a great idea and it's been fascinating to read all the various posts and promos. I look forward to posting details of my forthcoming futuristic romance 'Starquest' as soon as I have the release date, as well as reading more fantastic snippets and promos.
Lyn

Author Davida McLea Guest Bogging at Bitten by Books 7/2/08

2008-06-23T21:36:00.000-07:00

Event Info

Host:
http://bittenbybooks.com

Date:
Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Time:
8:00am - 8:00pm

Location:
Online at http://bittenbybooks.com

Description:
What do Stonehenge, Sedona, Arizona and Eureka Springs Arkansas have
in common? All three sites are on top of an energy vortex! What's an
energy vortex?

Stop by Bitten by Books on July 2nd when paranormal erotic author
Davida McLea will be guest blogging about energy vortexes, ley lines--
what they are, how they affect people and their place in paranormal
fiction. Don't miss a chance to WIN a copy of Demon Inn, Davida's
latest release from Liquid Silver Books. Stop by
http://www.davidamclea.com for more information and a Demon Inn excerpt.

***Note: The event starts at 8:00 am but goes all day through that
evening. You can come at any time. :)

--
Blessings,
Rachel
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