I really am not the most consistent of bloggers, sorry about that. But this whole self-promotion thing can get a little draining for me and I have had a lot on my plate since June.
First off, Smoke in Moonlight, the first off my Celtic Elementals triology released in mid-June.
Smoke in Moonlight
I love this book, it is near and dear to my heart, as I have always been obsessed with Celtic myth and Ireland since my first taste of Morgan Llywelyn. It's also on sale til midnight tonight(8/3/14) so if you haven't picked it up yet, now is a fine time.
Here's a snippet of Ronan, an Irish werewolf cursed for centuries by a devious Celtic goddess and Lacey, a stranded American tourist swept into his world by the same goddess.
With
a snarl, he whirled on her. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and
lifted her to him bodily, her toes dangling a good foot off the floor as he
ravaged her mouth. His teeth nipped her lips sharply.
Lacey
gasped and his tongue swept inside her mouth, delving into every curve and
corner with irresistible purpose. When her tongue met his onslaught
tentatively, he nipped it too, just enough to make her whimper before sucking
it softly.
He
did things with his mouth she'd never even considered before. It was a brutally
thorough kiss. Lacey was clinging to him weakly when he finally ended it.
"Do ye nae taste it?” he whispered, lowering her feet to the rug and peeling her hands
from his shoulders.
"What?"
Lacey asked, seeing him through a haze of shock...and desire.
"The
darkness."
She
stared, transfixed by the depth of pain in his eyes. The pain he was letting
her see. More than anything, Ronan dropping his guard stunned her silent for several
long moments.
"Yes," Lacey admitted finally, watching his
shoulders shudder once at her words. Then she reached up and pulled his head
back down to hers, so they were eye to eye. "But that's not all there is
to you, Ronan."
He
laughed bitterly, starting to twist away. "Do nae be so sure, lass. I'm
not." She wouldn't release him, though they both knew he could have forced
her to.
"I
want you," she whispered. "I'm sure of that." For a moment,
Lacey was thought Ronan was going to break her hold and stalk away.
Again.
Instead
he just closed his eyes briefly, before picking her up and walking to the bed.
He tossed her onto the vast velvety comforter before giving her a grim smile.
"Be careful what ye wish for."I am currently writing the 2nd in this series, Blood in Fire, and I can't wait to share it with you. I am estimating an October/November 2014 release.
Then, just a few days ago, I released a novella, Phoenix Rising about two old lovers: Miles, a powerful vampire and Kelsey, a talented psychic. Ten years after she betrayed him in Paris, Miles is forced to come to Kelsey for help investigating a series of vampire murders. This is a fast-paced dark story about murder, betrayal, vengeance and a psychopathic killer.
Phoenix Rising is also currently 99 cents and will stay that way due to the novella length of about 83 pages. Here's a taste;
Miles flung her back, away from him, and stood.
Kels met the empty space where her chair had been and sank to the floor with
trembling legs.
“We are done.”
He gestured between them in obvious frustration. “I cannot do this. Merde. I thought I could, but….
Obviously I was wrong.” He looked down as she grasped the edge of the desk and got
shakily to her feet. His nostrils flared. “You’re bleeding.”
Kelsey looked down and saw several long thin
scratches beading scarlet just below her collarbone, where the splinters from
the desk had caught her skin. Unthinkingly, she touched the blood, watching it
stain her fingers as the sting of pain began to register. Miles grabbed the
folder, his face an unreadable mask as he moved toward the door. “Bill me for
the desk. It was a mistake to come here.”
“I’ll do it.” Kelsey’s voice was a pale whisper,
barely more than a thought, but Miles heard her.
He slowed, but didn’t turn. “No.”
The word had the sound of a shudder.
‘If you had any other options, Miles, you wouldn’t
have come here. I can help you. And I
will.” Her voice shook, but she knew she had to do this. She had to help him.
Some things could never be made right. Kelsey knew that. But she also knew you
had to try.
“I will probably kill you first.” There was no
threat in his voice now, only a kind of dull certainty.
“Maybe I deserve it.”
He turned around and faster than thought was right
in front of her. Her blood-stained hand was still half-raised in the air
between them, and his gaze dropped to it, then back to her face. His pupils
were blown wide, night almost swallowing that gorgeous summer blue. His fingers
curled around her wrist again, lifting her hand to his face so he could breathe
in the scent of her blood. For one long slow second, Kelsey thought he would
draw her fingers into his mouth and she trembled.
“Maybe, Kels?”
Then he was gone.
But he had left the folder on her desk.
So that has been what's up in my writing word, whew! Also I am getting ready to release Shivers, my short story collection on Nook, now that my KDP exclusive limit has run out. I will definitely let you know how that goes. Oh I have also read some AMAZING books the last two months, I will get in a blog about that soon and also how to PROPERLY support indie writers. 'Cause you know we all need that, lol.
Take care, yous. I will talk to you soon...really!! I promise!!
