Friday, September 28, 2012

Welcome to guest author Tara Wood

Welcome to Tara Wood

Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.

Tara's featured book today is  The Shade

Cillian is a Shade, a man who walks among the world of Other Realm, spreading the seeds of discord and chaos into the Dreams of mortals as punishment for a life ill-lived. As he casts the sands of Nightmares into Everly Whitcombe’s dreams, he finds himself taken with the haunted beauty. He defies his vocation by visiting her Dreams more often than he should and trying to comfort when he should destroy. As he commits his transgressions, he puts them both in danger. Can he find a way for them to be together, or are they destined to only meet in Dreams?

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“You opened the Door, Shade,” The Sandman rasped. “Close it at your own peril. You know what happens to those who turn their backs on opportunity.”

Cillian’s eyes narrowed like daggers. “Opportunity? I’d rather be dead, because this sure as shit isn’t living.”

“That can be arranged. And I doubt you would find Death to be a gentler master than I.” The Sandman paused, a smile working its way across his thin, dusty skin. “Not to mention, if you are truly dead, you can never go back. The Other Realm will be closed to you. Forever.”

Cillian gave a derisive snort. “Go back? That’s a lie you’ve served me for centuries. A beautiful lure to which I am no longer attracted. Wave it somewhere else and see what you pluck from the mire.”

“It is no lie. Perhaps you were not worthy before. You have served well. It may be time to revisit your arrangement.”

“Spare me your pretty lies. You and I both know I’m damned here. Hell has nothing on Oblivion,” Cillian laughed coldly. “Just give me the fucking jar.”

The Sandman’s hand reached out, a whispery cloud of dust rising into the air as it moved, and placed the small silver jar into his palm. “Take it, Shade. Go and fulfill your obligations. You have a debt to me.” The Sandman’s eyes were hard as he smiled.

Cillian turned his back, shoving the jar in his pocket. He flipped the hood over his head and called out over his shoulder as he broached the threshold of the Other Realm, “I am beholden to no one. Not even you.”

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Friday, September 21, 2012

Naughty or Nice Blog Hop has Ended Prize winners are

The Naughty or Nice blog Hop has ended. Prize winners in the draw are, Juana, Donna, reneeb. The two volumes of The Ruthin Trilogy, second edition kindle books will be on their way in the next day or so. Enjoy because Drew becomes very naughty before he is nice, and the ancient warrior mage Balthazar turns out to be very sexy.
This blog hop was organized by @readingromances 

What do you choose when your books have a gorgeous, but distinctly nice ex-vampire who is so sexy and loving you want to choose him and post a Nice segment for the hop, and yet you have always been a sucker for the bad boy vampire in your books? You have to choose Naughty for the hop because despite you love your character Devon, it's Drew you wish was real, with his dark hair, blue eyes and devastating smile.

Drew Ruthin is a vampire and one of the worst kind, he's also selfish and egotistical, he's dangerous and not just because he's out for someone's blood, but because he's subconsiously very unhappy. He knows his vampire community finds him pathetic, he's losing power and status. His pain comes from being at odds with Devon Ruthin, and his psyche is really aching for acceptance and love.
He has a funny way of showing it.
Attempting murder of his own family members.
Seducing and draining any pretty girl he finds in his path.
It seems he will stoop to nothing when suddenly into his 'undead life' comes a girl, who although not destined for him, sets off a chain of events that does bring him everything his secret heart longs for.

Meet him at a naughty moment in this excerpt: 18+

He knew he was being stared at and not just by women, and he flashed his eyes in his sexy, inviting way as he returned their stares. His eyes were bright kingfisher blue in reality, but seemed silver in the special club lighting. He knew this gave them the shivers, his admirers, his future lovers. The one he was approaching would not be the only girl he ravaged that night.

As he came closer the girl was extremely impressed by his lovely face. He was very attractive, bordering on beautiful. His nose a perfect shape, his eyes, oddly silver, and mesmerizing were fringed with long, dark lashes. He was tall, elegant, and muscular, and wore a shirt that was reminiscent of one from the sixteenth century over black jeans. The cuffs ruffled and coming to halfway down the backs of his hands, and the top four buttons closed with loops of satin. His hair was dark, and long to his shoulders, thick, slightly wavy, and pushed behind his ears. His overall look radiated sex.

He asked her name, and smiled charmingly. The girl was captivated by him as he leaned close, and kissed her cheek. She felt the coolness of his skin and the softness of his lips, and wanted them on hers.
He very soon obliged, and took her hand to lead her to the outdoor area of the club. Couples were out there kissing. There was a woven wooden fence in which there was a door that led to the street. Once out there, after closing the door, you could not re-open it from that side, and he knew this. There would be no escape back into the club garden for her.
Once through the door he began to kiss her gently at first, and then with little bites on her lips and cheeks. She was breathing rapidly with excitement as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, and then along her neck as he continued to kiss her. It would be over in minutes because as soon as he had driven himself into a frenzy he almost flew with her to the back alley of a row of shops across the street. He felt her body respond to his, even as she moaned in pain when his bite became harder on her breasts. He stopped, and kissed her gently until her moan suggested another feeling, his hips against hers, and his cool skin against her inner thighs. He filled her and thrust until he knew she was coming, and then he bit down hard into her throat and drained her in seconds. There was a trash skip in the alley and he tossed her in it.
When he went back into the nightclub, he noticed the girl he had arrived with dancing close to a young man, her arms around his neck. She gave him their special look over her prey’s shoulder.
The silver-eyed, beautiful man had begun tempting another woman. This next conquest had fifteen minutes of exquisite sexual pleasure in a nearby public rose garden, before she too became his meal. He didn’t want to toss her into the trash with the other body. She had whispered his name against his ear as they had made love, if that was what it could be called. It had felt good and so he put her in the trunk of his car, which was illegally parked in the entrance to the gardens. He already had a ticket that was tucked underneath a windscreen wiper. He left it there and went back to the club. He decided against telling the next girl he approached his name.


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Thursday, September 20, 2012

Volume one of The Ruthin Trilogy will soon be available as a second edition; cover reveal today

Cover reveal for the second edition of Volume One of The Ruthin Trilogy: Devon Ruthin and a Vampire in Love.
 Look for the new look book mid October.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

This weekend the guest author is Miranda Stork

Welcome to the blog Miranda, tell us a little about your self .

 I was born in Guisborough, North Yorkshire in 1987 and have lived in various places around Britain, including Newcastle and Glasgow.

My writing is inspired by various writers, including the vivid characters of Charles Dickens, the imagination of Stephen King, and the gothic imagery of Anne Rice.

My love of horror began at an early age, when I was only three or four. I could read proficiently at the age of three, and devoured fairy-stories, but I always had a bent towards the darker stories, such as the Brother's Grimm's tales...Red Riding Hood was always a firm favourite, although I always felt sorry for the wolf, despite him having tried to eat everyone!

I like to write paranormal fantasy with a sizzle of romance and naughtiness, and just a dash of horror. 

Find Miranda online:

Amazon Author Page (with buy links);

Miranda's featured book: Erin

Erin is the werewolf Queen of Athol Castle. She has no memories of the events of a few months ago, where she believed herself to be a psychologist, and met the enigmatic and charming Conner...

Filtiarn has taken over Conner’s body once more, and is relishing being in control. Cruel and sensual, he decides to work on a take over humanity. He begins a war...of werewolves against humans. But unknown to him, Conner is fighting against him within his own body, to set things right, and to bring Erin back from her own darkness. He tries to undo a great mistake from long ago, using Erin’s famed sword, Sioctine, as remnants of his own memory come back to him, opening up the present he now lives in.

At the same time, another enemy is using the situation to their advantage, following the werewolves at every turn, threatening to undo everything that Conner is struggling to obtain...

But will he be able to bring Erin back from Filtiarn’s grasp, or is it too late? And will he be able to stop the war against the humans progressing?

And who is threatening to take over not only the humans, but the werewolves as well?

Excerpt from Erin;

Erin was running, her hair swaying around her face. The woods surrounded her with their scent, the freshness of the leaves and the perfume of the flowers infusing in a delightful sweetness. A soft, cool air blew past her, making her shiver. The same air rustled the trees, making them murmur to one another, the spirits of the trees whispering a secret. The warm sunlight peered through the leafy canopy, sending golden shafts of light dancing along the ground.
She was wearing a light green dress, but it was torn and shredded. She ran barefoot across the twigs and grass beneath her feet.
The strange thing was, she didn’t feel as though she was running away from anything-rather, she felt she was running towards something; but what?
Erin was running so fast that the woods around her became a blur. She could feel the heartbeat of everything around her, of every animal, of the woods themselves. A deep drumming throb that ran through every footstep, every river, every breath of
wind. It was as though she were a part of the woods around her. It was the most primal, raw, wonderful feeling she had ever felt.
She came to a clearing, surrounded by tall pines. In the centre of the clearing, sat on a large rock, was Filtiarn. He was sat leaning forwards, looking down at the grassy floor, his hands linked together in front of himself. As Erin appeared shyly at the edge of the clearing, he looked up, his eyes dark. His amber eyes lit up as he saw her, a charming grin spreading across his face. He was wearing jeans that were slightly ripped all over, but no shoes or top. He didn’t move, but held out his hand for Erin to go closer.
She walked forwards, holding out her hand to grasp his. As their fingers touched, he pulled her sharply towards him, sitting her on his knee. She gasped with delight as he pulled her, and then laughed, throwing her arms around his neck.
It was then that she remembered-they had been out running together, in their wolfen forms, enjoying the early morning sunshine. She had got a little lost, and run off by herself, not realizing that Filtiarn had stopped. Once she had changed back to her human form, she had realised she had left him behind, and had retraced her steps, back to the clearing where Filtiarn was waiting for her.
He hugged her back, showing his fangs as he smiled. Suddenly, the sunshine disappeared, sending
the clearing into darkness. Erin looked back at Filtiarn, worried by this sudden change. He grinned back at her, but it now seemed fixed, and cold. His canines grew out to their full length, and he pinned Erin’s arms tightly to her sides.
“Filtiarn? What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sounding scared and weak.
“I’m going to make you forget who you once were, and make you truly mine...” he snarled, grasping her throat, and hovering over it with his canines, saliva dripping onto her neck....

Erin sat bolt upright, cold sweat dripping down her forehead. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the soothing black darkness in her room, as she blinked. Her heart was racing so fast it made her chest hurt, and she was shaking slightly.
Taking a deep breath, Erin tried to calm herself down, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and hugging her knees into her chest. She looked around herself, familiarising herself with her room again, as you do after a nightmare has shaken you.
“It was just a nightmare, Erin, just a nightmare.” she muttered to herself.
The problem was that she had been having this nightmare for the last month; in fact
the whole month she had been back at Athol Castle. She couldn’t remember anything for years before being at the castle. When she asked Filtiarn about it, he simply replied, “You were in a coma, you finally woke from it.”
The nightmare was sometimes different, sometimes in a different place, sometimes it went even further, with Filtiarn actually killing her. She tried to tell herself it was just her imagination, but she did have to wonder why it kept coming back night after night. Was her mind trying to tell her something?
Erin slowly pulled the covers back from her bed, and looked at the small alarm clock next to her bed. It said it was five am, and she could just see small prying fingers of sunlight peeping through her curtains. Erin stretched, and slid out of the bed, her silky nightgown falling around her legs. She padded over to the window, the flagstones of her room cold on her feet, throwing the curtains open. Warm morning sunlight flooded the room, bathing it in a gentle golden glow.
Looking down at the courtyard outside, Erin decided she would go and practice with Sioctine again. She was incredibly rusty with it, but she assumed that being in a coma for twenty-six years would do that. She turned and
smiled across at the silvery sword, resting on a red velvet cloth, near her bed. The blue jewel was on top, icy wisps floating away from it in folds. The jewel itself had a name, ‘Fuar’, simply meaning, ‘cold’ in Irish Gaelic. The other jewel also had a Gaelic name, ‘Paisean’, meaning ‘passion’. Although the jewels had their own names, they were rarely used, as they were now part of the sword.
Rubbing some of the sleep from her eyes, she walked back across to the sword, pausing in front of it. Gently, she ran the back of her hand against the gleaming metal of the actual blade. Picking it up, she swung it around, loving the feel of its weight pulling her hand around slightly.
Smiling, she put the sword down on the bed, reaching for her clothes, which she had laid out for the next day on one of her chairs. As she reached out for them, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror that sat facing the bed. Erin stood up again, looking into the mirror, frowning. Something looked different, but she couldn’t put her finger on what.
Her brow furrowed, she walked towards it, unhurriedly. As she ended up in front of it, she peered into it, and then pulled a confused face.
Both of her reflection’s irises were blue!
She knew that one of hers was silver, pure silver, so that definitely wasn’t right. Still frowning, she moved her hand, as though waving. Her reflection did the same. She leaned in, and the reflection copied her. She then turned around, and the reflection again copied her.
Erin had just decided that there must be something wrong with the mirror, when the reflection leaned in by itself, and smiled at her!
Erin inhaled sharply, stepping backwards, almost tripping over a rug. Shaking, she closed her eyes, and then opened them again, looking into the mirror. Her reflection was still there, looking concerned. The reflection lifted her hand and crooked her finger, indicating Erin should come forwards.
Erin shook her head, stammering, but still with a commanding tone in her voice, “Who...or what...are you?”
The reflection smiled kindly, it features softening. “I am you, Erin. I am your inner voice.”
“What?” Erin shook her head sharply, closing her eyes, as though to shake the image in the mirror away. Taking a deep breath, she walked forwards, staring straight into the reflection’s eyes.
The reflection grinned as she saw Erin walking closer, and nodded. “Yes. I am your inner voice-a part of your soul. I must warn you, Erin, you are in danger.”
Erin swallowed, glancing across to her sword. She knew it was useless to think about grabbing it anyway; if this was an enchantment, having a sword would do nothing, even an enchanted sword. “What do you mean? How am I in danger?”
The reflection’s expression fell as she spoke the next few sentences, her eyes darkening. “You are in control of an enemy. An enemy of both your mate and yourself. This is not who you are, Erin.”
“My mate?” Erin repeated, worriedly. “You mean Filtiarn?”
Smiling again, but sadly this time, her reflection shook its head, the dark hair cascading around its face. “He may not be your mate, Erin. Just remember who you really are. Please.”
A sudden knocking on Erin’s door made her jump, turning her head towards the darkened wood.
“Erin? I heard noise. Are you up?”
It was Filtiarn. He had been gone all night, out hunting, but he must have returned and decided not to wake her. Clearing her
throat, Erin shouted back.
“Yes, Filtiarn, I’m just getting dressed; I’ll be down in a moment!”
As she listened to his footsteps tapping away from the door, she swallowed nervously. She turned her head back to the mirror, expecting to still see the reflected image of her ‘inner voice’. But it was gone. Her reflection was copying her exactly, and her eyes had returned to their normal blue and silver.
Had she imagined it?