Sunday, April 1, 2012

April Newsletter

Hi Everyone,

March went by in a blur. The first couple of weeks were great where I got a lot of word count down. Then the day job ramped up and I got way behind on the word count, but that’s okay. I did finish a new male/male shape shifter book called A Lion’s Heart and am waiting to hear back from the publisher.

Have plans to start on The Dragon and His Houseboy 2 and something else that I’m not sure quite where it fits. It’s apocalyptic with witches and angels. Hopefully it will come out. The characters are haunting me so we shall see. It is already spinning in my head. Of course I have two other WIPs that have to be finished and another one that I’m going to be starting soon.

Good news, Storm Riders 1-2 will be coming out in print later this year. Woohoo.

April is lining up to be a busy month with the writing and hopefully I can find some more balance with the day job and the writing. Thanks to everyone who has picked up one of my books. It is much appreciated.

Read below for some sneak peeks.

Hope you all have a great month.

Dark Blessings


Reborn to Darkness -  available on April 6th.
Fae Dreams  – Will be available on April 3rd.

Currently Reading/Read:

The Vampire Huntress Series 1-6 by L.A.Banks

Movies watched/plan on:

Buffy The Vampire Slayer- yeah it’s an oldie but a goodie. I’m watching the series again and looking for inspiration.

John Carter- Reminded me a lot of Avatar in some ways, but I liked it.
Paranormal Activity 3- *Slaps Forehead* Why did I ever see this? Don’t recommend it.

Tower Heist- It was okay. Wouldn’t recommend it.

Wraith of the Titans- looks awesome. Lover the first one.


Florence & The Machine

Fae Dreams – M/F

Gracelan has dreams of being a world class fashion designer and she receives an inheritance from her aunt, she's able to pursue that dream. Then she discovers an odd request attached to her aunt's gift--a note that she should bring libations to a clearing on the property and introduce herself. Thinking the demand a little silly, Gracelan does it anyway.

The next morning, Gracelan notices a gift on her back porch. When she repeats the ceremony a second night, a handsome stranger knocks at her door a short time later,  and return the basket she'd left in the meadow. Intrigued by the visitor, Gracelan learns Lorian is a fae and she discovers he wants her more than anything. Drawn to him beyond anything she's ever experienced before, it isn't until Gracelan uncovers her secret past that they can hope to be together.

When I opened my eyes again, I thought it was morning. Birds were chirping and sunlight streamed through the trees. I was at the end of the path by the table. When I looked down I was wearing a thin blue nightie. The air was warm and the scent of jasmine lingered on the breeze.
“Hello, Gracelan.”
I spun around and saw Lorian leaning against the tree. He was tan in the light with a glittery quality to his skin. My breath stopped in my throat when I saw him. He was beautiful. His lips were twisted into a breathtaking smile and it took all my will to stand my ground and not go to him.
“What do you want?”
“You.” He beckoned me over to him, wiggling his finger at me.
I tried to stop myself from going to him, but it seemed I had lost all my will power. He had control over me. This place was his to command and so was I. I knew it was a dream, but I wasn’t going to force myself to wake up. All of me desired to see where this would lead.
“Why me?” I stood a few inches from him.
He reached up and flipped the hair from my shoulder. His long finger traced my cheek then my lip. “I have my reasons. Tell me to leave and I will. Tell me you desire me and I’ll infuse you with a passion you’ve never known before.”
My thoughts were muddled. He was giving me a choice. Part of me shouted to wake up, but it was a small part. Mostly I yearned to be ravaged by him. I stood on tiptoe and brushed my lips across his which were infused with a subtle hint of vanilla. Lorian slid his arms around my waist and pulled my closer to him. His fingers rested on the top of my ass and moved lower until he gripped the cheeks firmly, the evidence of his arousal resting against my thigh. I bit his lip and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I let my hands side over his chest, between us until I cupped his cock. At that moment, he broke the kiss and lifted me up. A small squeal left my lips as he sat me on the table.
Lust burned in his eyes. He captured my lips and gripped my breasts. A feeling of haste and need overwhelmed me. I yanked down his pants and licked my lips at the sight of such a magnificent dick. I tried to stroke it more, but he growled and wrenched up my camisole exposing me to the cool air. With Lorian kneading my breasts, I pushed into him until he pinched my nipples and I cried out. The blaze he ignited in me needed to be fanned.
One hand left my breast while the other wrapped through my hair. Lorian pulled my head back so I could look into his eyes.
“Do you want me?”
I nodded.
“Say it.”

A Lion’s Heart -  M/M
Long black hair hung to his broad shoulders. The craftsman who had tempted the face from the stone should be commended because Mysis was perfect. Prominent cheekbones with a smooth jaw line, a straight nose that came to a slight point and fine black eyebrows shadowed deep, honey brown eyes. His eyes were filled with wisdom and yet were so beautiful they captured Reseph. Tears burned his eyes at Mysis’s magnificence. He touched his face to the floor again not able to look at the glorious being before him.
Satin fingers trailed down his cheek and settled under his chin. The tip of Mysis’s nails pushed into his chin and forced him to lock eyes with the god. His heart fluttered like a trapped butterfly beating inside of his chest, trying to fly away from the awesomeness of the moment.
“M-My lord, what can I―?”
The god smiled and placed a finger on his lips to silence him. The gesture alone spurred sent a jolt of passion straight to his core. Reseph tried to push it aside knowing it was wrong to feel that way for the man before him.
“I want you to answer me a question.”
Reseph nodded, not wanting to say anything else in case it angered the god.
“Why did you take the libations from my altar this afternoon?”
Fear ran his blood cold. This would be the end of him. Even if it was a dream, the gods could do terrible things to him. He might wake up and find a lion waiting to devour him. He tried to look away, but the god held him by the chin. Mysis’s face remained calm and his eyes showed no anger, but Reseph wasn’t about to underestimate the celestial being. From what he had learned from Pawah, the gods were fickle.
“Forgive me. I-I didn’t take it for myself. I’d never think to put myself before you. I only did it because the mother of one of your lions wasn’t feeding her cub.”
“You do understand that sometimes even my blessed animals die. It is the cycle of life.”
He nodded. “Yes. But I couldn’t let him die and there was food aplenty.”
“So you stole from my altar to save the cub, not caring I might have use of the milk and honey left to me.”
Shivers ran through his body as he tried to stay calm. A tear slipped from his eye. “Forgive me, great Mysis. It will never happen again. I swear. Please don’t punish me.”
The god took Reseph’s face between his hands. Even though terror gripped him, he couldn’t help but be aroused by the god’s soft touch. It stole his breath and ran his throat dry. His eyes widened and when Mysis ran a finger down his cheek. It took everything in him not to let out a moan.
“You are forgiven, Reseph. Not many of my priests would show the compassion to help one of my sacred animals. I admire that. I had to see for myself if your act reflected your heart. And it does.”
“Thank you, my lord.” Relief flooded him as the god admitted he wasn’t going to take out vengeance on him.
Mysis wiped the tear from his cheek. That soft touch made him yearn for more. “You have my permission to glean what you need from my altar to care for this little one. If the priest questions you, pray to me and I will be sure he doesn’t give any trouble. If you mistreat the cub or don’t keep up your care for him, I shall be back. Know that I shall be watching.”
“Of course, magnificent one.” He breathed a sigh of relief, but the god hadn’t released him. “Is there something else I can do for you?”
Mysis trailed his finger down Reseph’s throat and over his collarbone. “I’ve had my eye on you for some time. You’re very pious in your devotions to me. The village girls who pray to me have their eye on you, but you don’t give them a second look. Why is that?”
His eyes widened. Why is he asking me this? It shouldn’t matter who he was attracted to. He wasn’t allowed to have intercourse because it was the edict of any priest to keep himself pure to serve the gods. Mysis’s fingers feathered over Reseph’s chest until they rested above his heart which nearly stopped. “I’ve never found them desirable. It’s always been men, Celestial One.”
The god leaned closer until his lips were only inches from Reseph’s. “And would it bother you if I visited you from time to time?”
“Who am I to deny you anything?”
Mysis laughed. “Even in my infinite power, I would not take away your free will. I sense your longing for me in this form. And I know your true devotion.” He trailed his finger over Reseph’s bald head which made him close his eyes in ecstasy. “Would it please you if I visited you again?”