Hi Everyone,
February started off great. I was really into a new book
about reincarnation that had me in tears a few times. I wrote it in two weeks
and that turned into Reborn to Darkness which was picked up by Amira Press. Did
edits on Fae Dreams with Rebel Ink Press that will be out later this spring.
And then I got sick. The bane of an author’s existence. The cold I had knocked
me out of really writing anything for a week and a half. But that’s okay
because I had more edits to do. The DH was sick too, but that turned out to be
allergies. Now we are both right as rain and I’m looking forward to a rocking
month.
Working on a new M/M book about an Egyptian Lion God and his
devoted priest. There is no title yet, but so far it isn’t going as planned.
But that isn’t nothing new. After that will be The Dragon and His Houseboy 2. A
new cast of characters will appear, but the old ones will put in their two
cents as well. From there the plan is to work on the next book in the Fur world
(
Three
Fur All,
Passion
Fur Three). I have a good idea of where I want to go with the book and I’ll
be combining this book with characters from
A
Cat For All. I hadn’t planned on that originally, but the characters
started talking to me about another book so we shall see how they fit into
plot.
After that anything goes.
Read below for some sneak peeks.
Hope you all have a great month.
Dark Blessings
Crymsyn
Updates:
Smoke Jumpers: Storm Riders 2 – Will be
available on March 10th.
Currently Reading/Read:
Movies watched/plan on:
Feast 1,2,3 : If you love
Monsters and just crazy stuff happening I recommend the trilogy. It’s great if
you need something to get your mind off your troubles.
Final Destination
5- Clever ways to kill people. I like the Final Destination movies. Hubby had
only seen one of them and he enjoyed it too.
Music:
Nothing new on
the music front this month. Just my favorites have been on the playlist.
Concrete Blonde
Type O Negative
The Bangles
Madonna
Smoke Jumpers –
M/M/F
Callin and Alonzo are lovers and Storm Riders. One night, Callin saves Merin from a raging
forest fire. Not able to resist the spark between them, he finds himself in her
arms.
Alonzo walks in on Merin kissing Callin and drives her from the house.
He forbids Callin to see her again. All the while, Callin is investigating
rogue forest fires. Merin gets dragged to Alonzo’s shop by her best friend. He
apologizes to her and invites her back to their place for dinner. At once,
their mutual passion blazes between all three of them.
Meanwhile, their commander tells them to ditch Merin and for Callin to
discover whose setting the unscheduled fires before the angels notice. If the
angels get involved, all of them will be punished. Will Callin find whose lighting the infernos
or will the angels get to it first?
Excerpt:
He sighed. His
partner would have to wait. He hefted the unconscious woman over the horse’s
back and grabbed her pack. With a graceful leap, he settled onto the horse and
wrapped his arm around her waist. He wound his free hand into the horse’s mane.
“Can you get us home please so I can take care of her?”
The horse snorted and began running toward
the fire. As he did, he also burst into flames. Atop the horse, the Rider and
the woman were unaffected by the combustion. On his steed, he was invisible to
any human passing by and going faster than any man-made vehicle. Inferno was a
mystical mount who had chosen Callin when he took the position as Rider fifty
years ago. It was his job to control firestorms whenever they broke out. He and
his fellow Rider, Alonzo, were only two of the Riders who controlled the
elemental storms. After a few minutes, Inferno halted near a house they shared
in the middle of the woods, up on a mountain away from civilization. Alonzo and
he wanted to be away from things just in case they lost their temper. It would
do them no good if their neighbor’s house caught on fire when they had a
quarrel. He slid off the horse and carefully picked up the woman. Inferno
snorted but didn’t comment when he brought her into the house. He waited for
some witty retort from the elemental, but got nothing. He dropped the woman’s
pack on the floor. Alonzo greeted him at the door.
The other Rider gave him a questioning look
which he ignored. He pushed past him went through the kitchen and settled the
woman on the couch in the living room. “Can you get me some water please?”
Alonzo reappeared with a cup of water and a
wet cloth from the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame arms crossed over
his chest and motioned to the woman on the couch. “Where in the hell did you
find her?”
Callin glanced up into the honey colored
eyes of the other Rider. His toned chest and defined arms were visible under
the sleeveless plaid shirt he wore unbuttoned. His blue jeans were worn at the
knees and a little too tight, hinting at what was underneath waiting to be
unleashed. Peeling his gaze away from his lover, he began dabbing the wet cloth
on her face to wipe away the black soot. Her hair was filled with bits of ash
and her clothes were ruined. Her jeans were scorched where she’d jumped through
the fire. He ran his hand down her cheek feeling the softness of her flesh. So
much different than touching Alonzo’s rough one.
“She was at a campsite in the forest. I was
walking to clear my head and I noticed a fire had sprung up. She was in the
middle of it. I couldn’t let her burn.” He shivered at the memory of fire
licking against his flesh so long ago. The memory was so vivid it still made
him wince.
“Cal,
you should’ve left her. We could get into trouble.”
He gritted his teeth. “She doesn’t know
anything. I wasn’t on a job. How many times are we going to have this
conversation? I do my job when we’re not riding the flames. I’ve saved others’
lives and nothing’s happened. Besides, you didn’t leave me.”
The other Rider sighed. “That was
different. I needed a partner. Events happened and the timing was right. You
were too adorable to lose. Hey, what happened to that cross I gave you?”
Callin touched his neck only to find the
necklace was gone. “Must have fallen off when I went to rescue her. She
probably grabbed it. I’ll look for it after.”
“You’d better.”
He wiped the rest of the grime off the
woman’s flesh. Her skin was tanned underneath the soot. Her heart shaped face
had smoothed out in her unconsciousness. Her even breathing said she was going
to be out of it for a while. Callin pressed his hand against her forehead and
closed his eyes. The healing gift he’d inherited from his mother flowed through
him to the woman. He took a quick stock of her condition and her injuries.
Everything was minor and she was sleeping peacefully. The flames that had
consumed her pant legs hadn’t done any damage to her flesh. Coming back to himself
left him slightly dizzy. His mother and grandmother had been laying on hands
faith healers from the turn of the century through the depression. He’d
inherited a minor level of the first. He stood up and shrugged off his coat and
pants. He felt Alonzo’s gaze burning into his back watching his every move. At
times he didn’t understand the possessiveness his partner felt for him. They
were lovers, but sometimes the hovering got to him. That’s why he’d gone out
for air tonight.
Earlier in the evening, they had gotten
into an argument over something minor about redoing their kitchen. Alonzo
didn’t want a new stove, but Callin wanted to focus more on his cooking because
he would have to change jobs soon. He needed some air to clear his head. Alonzo
knew how much he loved fighting fires and soon he would have to give that up
for a while due to their particular lifestyle.
A warm hand touched his shoulder lightly.
“I’m sorry. It’s not up to me to say if she should live or die, but did you have to bring her here?”
Callin turned and caressed his lover’s
face. Alonzo turned his cheek into his palm. The other Rider’s eyes begged
forgiveness. Alonzo’s hand slid over the top of his and interlaced their
fingers. His other hand trailed down his back and rested on the top of his ass.
“Fuck. You really know how to lay on the guilt trip. Giving me those puppy dog
eyes.” He captured the other man’s lips in a rough, sloppy kiss. Running his
hand over Alonzo’s crotch, he felt his dick stir from the attention.
Alonzo sucked on his lower lip before
breaking the kiss and then grabbing a handful of his ass. “We’ve been together
long enough I know what gets you hot. I’m sorry about our argument earlier. You
know how I get when it comes to changing things up. I’m stubborn that way.”
A burning pain shot through his skin where
his lover touched him. The fire raced along his veins and made him buck
forward. Sweat broke out on his forehead from the sudden rise in his body
temperature. His partner knew better than to get anything started while the
woman was on the couch. Callin wasn’t sure when she would awake. Another shot
of heat curled around his insides. Alonzo’s hand left his face and began toying
with the zipper of his jeans.
“I know you are. ‘lonzo ,you aren’t making
this easy for me.”
The other Rider batted his long eyelashes.
He hated that Alonzo knew how to work him over so easily. One smoldering look
from under those droopy lids of his made his mouth water. Callin’s cock shifted
getting harder the more Alonzo played around. His hand now ran the length of
the seam along his crotch barely touching the material, but Callin could feel
the heat from his flesh as he used a little bit of his power to entice him.
“I never make this easy for you. Besides I
want to wrap my lips around your dick and make you scream,” he breathed into
his ear.
Reborn to Darkness
- M/F
When Sorin’s beloved
Tatiana dies, so does his heart. Four hundred years pass and Sorin rescues
Nicolette from a pack of hungry werewolves. But there’s something familiar
about her that he can’t shake and for the first time in four centuries his
heart stirs.
Nicolette can’t banish
Sorin from her mind. She has feelings and dreams about him she can’t place.
Before they can fully realize their strange connection, an old enemy from the
past reemerges. He will do anything to possess Nicolette even turn her into a
werewolf. Sorin must stop him or risk losing the woman he loves forever.
Excerpt:
Sorin knocked on the bathroom
door. The radio was turned down and Nicolette appeared at the door wrapped in a
towel. Her hair was slightly tangled, but it was damp. The scent of the
lavender in the shampoo and the cranberry in the soap clung to her skin and
tresses made his mouth water. He swept his gaze over her body and his eyes
settled on the swells of her breasts. Water droplets clung to the curve of her
shoulder. One slid down and dropped into the hollow between her breasts. His
gums tingled with the thought of tasting her. His cock tightened at the idea of
sliding between her milky thighs and feeling them wrapped around him.
“Are
you okay?” she whispered.
The fear in her voice
snapped him out of his daze. Sorin shook his head and then clamped down on his
control. His throat suddenly went dry when he met her wide brown eyes. “I-I’m fine.
It’s just been a while and…”
“I understand. I never
thought I’d want to be with anyone after Tristan, but here I am.”
“I bought some things.
I wasn’t sure if you needed them or not. I set them on the counter in the
kitchen.”
“Thanks. I’ll look at
them later. You don’t happen to have a brush.”
“In my bedroom. I’ll
go get it.”
She grabbed his wrist
and stopped him. “Maybe you could help me with the tangles. If you don’t mind.”
A smile tugged on the
corners of his lips despite how he tried to hide his nervousness. “I can
oblige.”
He led her into his
bedroom and grabbed the brush on his dresser. In the past he had always watched
Tatiana brush her hair, but she always kept it short. Nicolette had hair that
flowed down her back like melted chocolate. She scooted onto the bed and he
stood behind her. He gripped the brush handle and heard the plastic groan from
the force of his grip. Sorin tried to relax, took a section of her hair, and
lightly pulled the brush through it. The wetness of the strands clung to his
fingers and showered the bed with little droplets of water, but he didn’t care.
He pulled the brushed through another few tendrils and his fingers brushed
along her nape. The heat of her skin burned him.
“I won’t break. You
can pull harder.” She turned and looked at him.
He nodded and worked
on the side of her hair closest to her neck. From his vantage point, he saw the
beautiful line of her shoulder and her collarbone that effortlessly moved into
the swell of her right breast. The brush dropped from his fingers and hit the
carpet. Sorin pushed the hair from her throat and placed a light kiss right
under her ear.
“I hunger for you,
Nicolette. I hunger for your body and your blood. You know what I am, but can
you accept me truly?” His fangs broke through his gums, drawn out by the sweet
promise of her blood.
Even though he had
watched her for the past month making sure she was protected, being so close to
her, had drummed up fantasies of slicing into her throat. It had driven his
hunger to a maddening state that he was feeding every other night just to keep
it in check because he desired her so much. He trailed is finger over her
jugular vein, feeling the pulsing warmth just beneath the smooth skin.
Nicolette turned and met his gaze. In her eyes, he saw the fear of what she was
relenting to, but also the excitement and the acceptance. Her skin was flushed
with the anticipation of their joining and it only added to his exhilaration.
“I’m not afraid of
you, Sorin.” Nicolette placed a hand on his face and drew him to her lips. Her
kiss was full of a hunger all its own as their mouths met and caressed one
another. She bit his lip and tugged on it before letting him go. She took in a
deep breath and then angled her head.
Sorin leaned closer
and placed his lips on her throat, tasting her skin. The soap had a salty tang
to it along with the bitter flavor of the cranberry added to it. He draped his
left arm over her left shoulder and slid his fingers over her collarbone. Sorin
swiped his tongue over the column of her neck until he found the perfect place
to bite. Her pulse throbbed against his lips. The warmth was there and it was all
his for the taking. His teeth grew to their full length and with one quick
bite, trying not to hurt her, he punctured her throat.
Nicolette’s back
arched when he bit her. Sorin held her to him, resting his palm over her heart.
A passionate cry escaped her throat. Her blood rushed over his tongue and then
down his throat. Her memories swam through his mind. They were too overwhelming
for him to focus on. But her emotions were sharp. In them he sensed his beloved
and Nicolette. There was also the sadness of her recent loss. He understood it
had also affected her soul too. Her hands clutched his. The blood he took in
was beyond anything he had ever tasted before. There was power in it and
longing. The flavor of copper and the slight tang of something else he couldn’t
describe. It took everything he had to pull away from the fount so he could
focus on the woman on the bed.
He swiped his tongue
over the wounds and then unwound from Nicolette so he could see how she was
doing. Sorin sat on the bed and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. Her chest
rose and fell, drawing in several breaths. The wounds stood out on her pale
throat. He touched her cheek.
“Are you okay?”
Nicolette opened her
eyes. “I’m fine. That was amazing. Nothing that I’ve experienced before.” She
bit her lip and then started to undo her towel.
“Are you sure about
this?” Sorin asked.
Hi Everyone,
February started off great. I was really into a new book
about reincarnation that had me in tears a few times. I wrote it in two weeks
and that turned into Reborn to Darkness which was picked up by Amira Press. Did
edits on Fae Dreams with Rebel Ink Press that will be out later this spring.
And then I got sick. The bane of an author’s existence. The cold I had knocked
me out of really writing anything for a week and a half. But that’s okay
because I had more edits to do. The DH was sick too, but that turned out to be
allergies. Now we are both right as rain and I’m looking forward to a rocking
month.
When Sorin’s beloved
Tatiana dies, so does his heart. Four hundred years pass and Sorin rescues
Nicolette from a pack of hungry werewolves. But there’s something familiar
about her that he can’t shake and for the first time in four centuries his
heart stirs.