Hi Everyone,
What a month January was. I had four book releases and ended
up editing five books that are coming up for the rest of the year. Of course
that also included finishing Passion Fur Three the sequel to
Three
Fur All. Passion will be later this spring with Amira Press.
The Storm Riders series will be riding again as well with
Sugar and Spice press. My hunky series about two hunky men and the women they
get involved with while trying to keep Mother Nature in check. Throw in a dash
of angel and a shake of demon and poof you get the Storm Riders. The first one
releases in month on February 11
th.
Not much else is going on in my world. Spent some wonderful
time with author
Dahlia Rose and
went to a mummy exhibit here in town. It gave me some wonderful ideas for
further books.
Look out for a
blog hop I’ll be participating
in and giving away a book or two. That runs from Feb. 11-14.
Read below for some sneak peeks.
Hope you all have a great month.
Dark Blessings
Crymsyn
Updates:
Storm Riders – Will be available on Feb.
11th.
Currently Reading/Read:
Movies watched/plan on:
Underworld:
Awakening- Definitely recommend this one. Loved it. Left it open for another
movie. Although I would rather have seen it in 2-D.
Grave Encounters-
Great Indie Film if you love Ghost Adventures, Paranormal State, etc. A little
slow at first, but loved it.
The Lady in
Black- can’t wait for this one.
Ghost Rider 2:
Spirit of Vengeance
Music:
Underworld
Awakening Soundtrack: Listened to it a
couple of times now. I like it, but I like the first two better.
Blood &
Chocolate Soundtrack: Like this one a
lot. Has gotten me into the mood to write vampires for some reason. I would
recommend it.
Florence &
The Machine: Really enjoy the singer’s
voice getting into them. Have to start trolling albums I think. Any suggestions?
Storm Riders –
M/F/M
George has been
searching for a way to predict tornadoes that mimics her inherent ability. Her
encounter with a handsome cowboy that drives away a twister has her stumped.
Wyatt and Landon are Storm Riders assigned to wrangle cyclones. When they both
meet George, they’re driven to possess her even offering themselves to her for
a wild, stormy night of passion. When their boss, Raul gets wind of this, he
demands they cease all contact. Neither Wyatt nor Landon can stand to think she
won’t be part of their lives.
She’s turned their worlds upside down, and each craves George’s touch. Will
Landon and Wyatt get to keep her? Or will Raul separate them forever?
Excerpt:
“Excuse me.”
The
pit of her stomach dropped. Her glass barely touched her lips when she heard
the husky voice. Everything in her froze. She turned around slowly to see who
was behind her. Her gazed stared at the black, but well-worn cowboy boots that
somehow seemed familiar. Dark blue jeans encased muscled calves and thighs. His
pants weren’t too tight and just hinted at the curves and bulges they
concealed. A stretched black shirt hugged a broad chest which only enhanced the
flatness of his stomach. Sandy brown hair brushed the top of his shoulders.
Full lips that might turn up into a sneer in a heartbeat were smiling at her.
Dark blue eyes gazed at her holding more wisdom than they should have.
“Can I
help you with something?”
He
gave her a crooked smile. “I was wondering if you might want to dance.”
She
glanced at him and tried not to melt right there on the bar stool. The band was
starting a slow song. Couples were getting snugly on the floor. A pang of
longing went through her. He seemed handsome enough. He waited patiently. She
sipped her drink one more time and placed it on the bar. “That’d be nice.”
He
offered her his hand. She took it. Once she did, a bolt of electricity zapped
her and made her stagger. He caught her and held her close. “Are you okay?”
She reached
the top of his chin and tilted her head back so she could gaze into his eyes.
For a moment, she thought she saw a tornado reflected in them. Shaking her
head, she dismissed the vision. Get a hold of yourself. “Yeah. Tripped.
That’s all.”
He led
her onto the dance floor and rested his palm against the small of her back. The
heat of his hand burned through her thin shirt, but the overwhelming sense that
a storm was near made her head spin. Her stomach knotted the way it got before
a boomer rolled in. Her muscles were tense and she didn’t know why. There was a
static charge in the air. She rested her hands on his shoulders and moved in
time to the music. Over her partner’s shoulder, she saw Trina sandwiched
between the two college boys. Her friend gave her a thumbs up.
“What’s
your name?” her mystery man asked. His hot breath tickled her ear and made her
shiver inside.
“Georgiana.
Everyone calls me George. You?”
“Wyatt.”
She
nodded and settled against his shoulder inhaling his musky scent. She tried to
ignore the static charge in the air and relax into the dance. For whatever
reason, she was comfortable with him. Not many men made her feel that way. If
they did, then the relationship lasted a few months before they left. He
pressed her a little closer against him until her breasts brushed his shirt,
but he made no further move. His hand remained on her back and didn’t try to
slip down and cop a feel. His other hand rested on her hip. She appreciated he
was being a gentleman. Then the song ended.
“Can I
buy you a drink?” he asked.
“I’m
good thanks. I had quite day and not sure alcohol needs to be involved in it.
What about you?”
He
chuckled. “I thought men bought drinks for ladies and not the other way
around.”
“Ha.
I’m no lady.”
Wyatt
laughed. “You sure look like one to me.” His lips were only inches from hers.
The pull
between them was dizzying. She was already tipsy even though she was stone cold
sober. Gathering her self-control, she placed a hand on his chest.
“What
would you do if I wasn’t?”
His
gaze darkened. “You really don’t want to know. If you’re playing around with
me, I’ll—”
George
felt him stiffen up. Crap.“I’m just kidding. Sorry. I’ve had a-ahh…well
a fucked up day. Thank you for the dance.” She began to walk away, but he
caught her arm and spun her back around.
“I
know you were. I was just joshing. I’m sorry you had such a crazy day. We
should compare stories. Maybe you can come back to my place and tell me all
about it.”
She
raised her eyebrows. “You’re awfully full of yourself, aren’t you? Do you
honestly believe I’ll go home with you just after one dance and the offer of
buying me a drink?”
Wyatt
captured her lips in a kiss that caught her off guard. She stiffened before
responding. The moment his lips touched hers, she heard thunder rattle
everything around her. Static electricity exploded through her. Her head
reeled. Before the storm around her could ease, he pulled away. She stood
there, lips pursed, frozen, taking a moment before she realized it was over. When
she opened her eyes, he gave her his smug smile.
“Wow.
I’ll take that as a yes.”
He
stepped closer and reached behind her settling his hand on her waist, but his
fingers pressed against the mounds of her derriere. “Only if you really want
to. I can sense you do. What we have between us is stimulating. A little tumble
in the hay won’t hurt either one of us.”
She
bit her lip. He’s so fucking fine. I can’t say yes. I normally don’t do
stuff like this, but like he said, one night wouldn’t hurt. I don’t think he’s
an axe murder and I really need to get today out of my mind. “Do you always
use such cheesy lines?”
“Only
on the beautiful ones.”
Passion Fur Three
- M/F/M
While taking pictures in the woods, someone tries to kidnap Cassidy. She
escapes and runs into Ronan. He brings her to the police, but can’t wipe
Cassidy from his mind. To thank Ronan, Cassidy suggests going out for
dinner. She’s also asked out by Henry, Ronan’s friend.
Before Cassidy can go out with either man, she’s bitten by a werewolf and
all hell breaks loose. Girls are going missing. A serial killer has returned to
Lupine Gorge and set his eyes on Cassidy. Ronan and Henry will find him and do
anything to keep her safe. Even sacrifice themselves for the woman they love.
Excerpt:
“How is your dinner?”
“It’s
really good,” she said.
“Anna is
the best chef in town. We’re lucky to have her. But not as lucky as I am to be
sitting here with you. The universe has been good to me on this night.”
“You
really go with the flow of things?”
“Best to
master your emotions than let them get the better of you. I learned that after
my run-in with Tyler. He was the reason why Ronan stepped in and did what he
did. We’ve been friends for many years, and he’s always been there for me. When
I proposed he open the bar, he grumbled about it until I told him it was a good
idea to help him interact with people. It’s not good for him to stay up on the
mountain all the time. So I became the manager. After a few incidents of him
losing his temper with some of the patrons, I suggested he try something to
wrangle his anger.”
“Hence
the fishing.”
Henry
laughed. “Yeah. He bitches and moans that he hates it, but I know he secretly
enjoys it. If he didn’t, he would’ve stopped a long time ago. It has helped him
tame his inner beast.”
“Good to
know. How about we finish dinner and think about dessert?”
“Really?”
“Yeah,
really.” She ran her finger along his arm. At her touch, she felt his muscles
quiver.
“Sounds
good to me. I have some chocolate back at my place.”
“I love
chocolate. I especially enjoy licking it off my fingers. Maybe other places
too.”
“You keep
talking that way, and we won’t need to go back to my place. I’ll pull you into
the men’s bathroom and fuck you right there.”
Cassidy
dropped her shoe and then ran her foot along his inner thigh until her toe hit
the erection that strained against his pants. He jumped when she touched him.
“I have to veto the bathroom. I’m more of a bed kinda girl.”
He
gripped the edge of the table. His knuckles were white from clutching it so
hard. “God, you make me so hot.”
“I’ll
make you even hotter later. Want to get the check?”
Henry
nodded. He signaled the waitress when she walked by. Cassidy took another
couple of bites of her chicken. Henry paid the check, and then they got up to
leave. He slid his hand around her waist and settled it on the top of her ass.
Cassidy jerked from the sudden contact.
“Is this
okay?”
“Yeah.”
The cool
spring air ran a chill through her when they walked outside. He walked her to
the car and stood her against the passenger-side door. His body heat kept her
warm. Henry pressed his lips to hers. She pushed herself against him, feeling
his taut body.
I can see myself with him. Oh yeah. He’ll be great
with his clothes off. Tonight is going to be good. She giggled. He thrust
his tongue into her mouth and Frenched her. Cassidy dragged her hands over his
back and clutched his ass. The door handle pushed into her left ass cheek,
making her uncomfortable. She broke the kiss and was about to say something
when she heard a growl.
“What the
hell?”
Henry
turned toward the sound. “Don’t move, Cassidy.”
She
glanced over his shoulder and saw a large red wolf glaring at them. Its teeth
were bared, and the hair on its back was raised.
Henry
stepped toward the wolf. “You know better than to come out in public. Get the
hell out of here before anyone sees you.”
The wolf
snapped at him and advanced.
“What the
fuck are you doing, Henry?” Cassidy asked, not sure she was seeing right that
he was talking to the animal that had stepped into the parking lot.
He
pressed the keys into her hand. “Go around the car slowly and get into the
driver’s seat. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
“What?
No. Not without you.”
“Don’t
argue with me on this. It won’t hurt me.”
Cassidy
saw the determined look in his eye and knew he wasn’t going to back down. She
studied the wolf. It held its golden gaze on her. Henry kept himself between
the wolf and her while she inched around the car. [A1] When she was
halfway around the vehicle, another wolf crept out of the shadows. Henry
growled at the other wolf and lunged at it. It didn’t back off. She fumbled
with the keys to the car, but dropped them to the ground. When she reached down
to get them, another growl rumbled in her ear. She looked up slowly. A third
wolf stared directly at her. She held up her hands.
“Nice
wolf. Good boy.”
The wolf
stepped closer, blocking her path. Henry was still behind her, fending off the
other two wolves. She started to rise. The wolf lunged and landed on top of her.
The force of the impact knocked her into the pavement. Pain exploded in her
head, and her vision clouded. The weight of the wolf on top of her didn’t
vanish. Its rotten breath blasted against her face. Cassidy heard Henry’s voice
yelling at her through a tunnel. Before he could get to her, powerful jaws
ripped into her shoulder and scraped the bone. She cried out in agony. The wolf
was suddenly gone, but her life still flashed before her eyes.
The next
thing she knew, Henry was above her. Ronan had appeared on her other side like
magic. Cassidy tried to focus on what they were saying, but a burning sensation
had started to spread from her shoulder and throughout her body with every beat
of her heart. Soon the blaze burned away at her brain, and she knew nothing
else.
High
above the Las Vegas strip, at the top of Skylane Tower, the rooms come with one
special amenity; a high powered telescope. When a group of erotica writers
descend on Sin City for their annual conference, the voyeurs witness first hand,
that some authors live by the adage, ‘write what you know’.
