Showing posts with label werewolves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label werewolves. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Rogue Inc: Wolf's Bane First Peek

My new M/M/M Shifter Menage novella will be coming out soon with Amira Press.

While I anticipate the wait for it, I wanted to share a quick except.

Enjoy.



Blurb:
 
Dylan Bane wants a night off so his wolf can howl. During his romp, a mysterious stranger joins him for a night of passion. Their encounter leaves Dylan smitten.

Sophia’s stalker has returned, and she needs Dylan's help. Dylan enlists the assistance of the owner of Rogue Inc. His uncle brings with him Altan King who captures Dylan’s eye. While Dylan defends Sophia, he discovers the man he had his midnight tryst with has been under his nose all along.

With danger abounding and two men vying for his heart, Dylan must protect Sophia and not succumb to his heart’s longings. 



Excerpt:


The darkness concealed him, so he could unleash the beast. He stripped his clothes, folded them neatly on the bench, and felt the heat of the shift. Sweat drenched his body as he stretched and fell to the ground. This was the only part he hated about switching his shape. The initial pain of breaking every bone in his body so the wolf could be free. If any non-shifter saw him, they would think he was having a seizure or a contortionist had escaped from the circus. His fingers stretched and his nails curled to thicken into claws. His vertebrae crackled like popping corn in a microwave. The agony of his reforming muscles was quickly washed away as Dylan settled into his other form. The wolf. Once it lifted its nose to the sky and howled its existence to the world, his animal mind took over, keeping the more rational side always alert to the threat of discovery even in the sanctuaries they were given.

Dylan sprinted across the park, catching the faint trails of other shifters along with the most recent ones. He leapt and stretched his legs until his sides heaved from the exertion. He howled at the moon and paid homage to it until it had crossed the sky and hung low in the horizon. Dylan lay in the grass, rolling around on his back, trying to get to the perpetual itch that he could never get, when the breeze pushed the scent of another shifter toward him. He stopped rolling and stilled on all fours on his stomach, ears perked and alert. He lifted his snout and sniffed the wind. The shifter had an intoxicating aroma he hadn’t caught before. It was so strong that it enticed him to follow. He stalked the musky odor until he came to the bushes and saw a man, about seven feet tall, lean but muscular, with olive skin that glistened in the moonlight. His brown hair hung down his shoulders. His toned ass made Dylan stop and examine him more.

“I know you’re there. I caught your scent, and I’ve watched you dance under the moon.” His voice was like silk against Dylan’s skin, with a low resonance that shivered his insides. “Forgive me for not announcing myself as is the custom, but you were so spectacular, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
Dylan took a deep breath and willed himself to human form. The man had still not turned around to face him. Now that he was human, Dylan saw the scars on his back, white marks showing the torture this man had endured for someone’s pleasure. “Who are you? Turn around.”

“No, my lord. I could not face you.”

That voice. It nearly made him moan. This other man’s words aroused him so much that he thought about claiming the other man’s ass. But then the words struck him. “Lord? I am no lord.”

The other turned his face enough so Dylan saw the sharpness of his profile. “But you are. One of the pack, one of lords of the forest, and I am here to serve you.” 

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Shifter Seduction Boxed Set Sneak Peak:Three Fur All by Crymsyn Hart


Can't wait until Jan. 15th? Need to have the books in the Shifter Seduction Boxed Set now?
Check out Three Fur All by Crymsyn Hart if you can't wait until the Jan. 15.

October has escaped from her kidnappers only to run into the arms of two sexy men who help her recuperate. She finds herself falling for her handsome heroes.

Mika and Elliot know not to get involved with October because she’ll return home once she heals. As much as they fight their growing attraction, the more they desire her.

But there is also another who craves her. Her captors haven’t let her out of their sights and soon return for her. Together Mika and Elliot must risk everything to save the woman they love before everything explodes around them.


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Shifter Seduction Boxed Set Sneak Peak:Theirs To Claim by LeTeisha Newton

 
Can't wait until Jan. 15th? Need to have the books in the Shifter Seduction Boxed Set now?
Check out Theirs To Claim by LeTeisha Newton if you can't wait until the Jan. 15.
 
 
Zelina was on the date of her life until said date tried to kill her! Being saved by a blue-eyed wolf and waking up in his bed wasn’t what she expected. To find his brother on the other side wasn’t either. There was only so much a girl could take.

Tarquin and Centurion knew Zelina was their mate, and they weren’t taking no for an answer. Hundreds of years of waiting was enough. They just had to convince their very human mate of that fact. With everything they had they were going to show her she was theirs to claim.

Warning: This book contains two very hot shifters who have some ideas for their mate and a feisty woman who can take control when necessary!


 

 

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Cover Reveal: Awakening The Beast

Hi Everyone,

I'm so excited about my new cover for Awakening the Beast coming soon with Amira Press.

It's soo pretty....

 
 
Blurb:


Illiana’s ominous dreams demand she returns to her beloved forest. A sleeping force has awoken in the mountain she must investigate. Freeing Daruk, a dragon shifter, from the bowels of the volcano, he offers to give her and her mates a ride back to the forest.

Christopher has defended his forest against the vultures and lions who stole his home. He longs for Illiana’s homecoming and keeps hope alive for his pack and the raven flock.

Illiana joins forces with Christopher to drive the intruders from her home. Only a looming menace threatens to pull her apart from the inside and the outside. Together, they will face their troubles even if it means their lives.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Guest Post: Annabeth Leong - Three Tips for Writing from Short to Long



Hi Everyone!
Please welcome Annabeth Leong to my blog today. It's great to have her here.


A big thank you to Crymsyn Hart for hosting me today!
I started out writing short stories, and was daunted for a long time by trying to plan longer works. The idea of writing at novel length intimidated me, let alone organizing plots and creating characters that could stretch over multiple volumes. Considering that some writers I know seem to naturally think in chunks greater than 70,000 words, I sometimes wondered if I just wasn’t cut out for that type of storytelling.
I’ve been overcoming that fear bit by bit, though—Breathless Press recently released my short novel, Not the Leader of the Pack, which takes place in an urban fantasy werewolf culture I created for a previous title, Not His Territory. I’ve got some other longer works available as well. I thought I’d share a few tips that helped me go from short to long.
1.  Get interested
It may seem obvious, but it’s impossible to write a longer work or series without being very interested in the subject matter. I’m interested in my short stories, too, but I get to have drive-by relationships with those characters that last days or weeks. Longer works mean weeks or months inside a character’s head or living in a given world, and I need to have the enthusiasm to match.
In the case of Not the Leader of the Pack, I had plenty of things that interested me and carried me through: the Montana setting, the hero’s job as a minor-league baseball player, a conflict between societal law and shifter passion, and, of course, lots of hot sex. I found myself plotting and writing with ease because I wanted to know what happened next. Really, a writer is her own first reader, and it’s great to be invested in the book.
2.  Ask questions
When I wrote Not His Territory, I didn’t intend for it to have a sequel or become a series. The book does stand alone, but when I reread it once it came out, I realized I wanted to know lots more about the world and the people in it. Seeing it as a reader, I found a lot of mystery in the story, and wanted it resolved. As I promoted Not His Territory and wrote posts about it, I kept coming up against my own questions about the world. Finally, I sat down and wrote them all down.
Once I found myself facing that list of questions, I knew I needed to answer them. I started making notes, and soon had the beginnings of a plot for a new book. Not the Leader of the Pack is my first attempt to flesh out the world I’d created. I made sure that it, too, stands alone, but it’s set against a larger context that also contains mysteries. While this answers some questions, it raises some others. I plan to repeat the process, because there’s more I want to know!
3.  Shine your flashlight
Some writers may create complex outlines of a series, nailing down every detail before they write the first word. That might be necessary for a tightly interconnected series, where every detail depends on many others, but that’s not the way I write. As I wrote Not the Leader of the Pack, I discovered more about the world where it’s set, and created some canon details in the process.
However, there’s still a lot I don’t know. I’ve had to strike a balance between known and unknown to progress through the work. Each book is like a flashlight that I shine into a certain area. Once I shine it there, I know what’s in that place and it’s recorded and set that way for the reader. I’m comfortable with the remaining dark areas, because I can shine a flashlight into those places in the future.
To demonstrate this in action, I’ll give an example of one of the places I illuminated with Not the Leader of the Pack. In the first story I wrote, I mentioned an ongoing conflict in Missoula, Montana, that had tied up a bunch of the officials responsible for keeping the peace in werewolf society. One of the first questions I asked was, “What exactly is going on in Missoula?” Answering that through free-writing sessions gave me the idea of an unusual transfer of pack leadership, which became the foundation of my current release.


Excerpt:
Darrow’s eyes opened wide, and he fixed his daughter with a look that she definitely recognized. Blue, piercing, and implacable, with just enough mischief to show he understood every irony the situation might have. In that moment, Juli’s dying father seemed very much alive and present. “Sweetheart, I wanted you to stay in Missoula because I raised you to take over the pack someday.”
He’d never said that to her before. Certainly not throughout the many battles they’d had during her adolescence, when he hadn’t accepted a single decision she wanted to make. Juli had thought they’d agreed to disagree when she went to work in Lewistown. Had he really harbored a hope that she would return to Missoula to become pack alpha? Juli licked her lips nervously. Her mouth had gone dry. “What about Neil? Isn’t he expecting...” Surely, Neil had stood by Juli’s father so staunchly because he anticipated being named as a successor.
A strange, beatific smile spread over his face. “You have a lot to teach Neil.”
“Me?” She was stammering. She’d never needed so many deep breaths in her life.
“He needs you. He’s a good beta, but he still doesn’t have an alpha’s heart.”
“Daddy.” Juli kept her voice as gentle as she could. “I love you. I’m glad I came to see you. But I have a job in Lewistown. I can’t stay here with Neil.”
“Not just Neil. The pack.” He released her and lifted shaking hands off the bed. He grabbed the leather ring of leadership and tried to work it off his finger.
“Daddy, wait!”
“I did wait for you, Juli. This needs to be done while I’m alive, or Neil gets the leadership automatically. I’m sorry, baby girl, but I can’t wait any longer.” The ring came free. He grabbed her hand. She could not believe the steel in his grip or the determination in his eyes.
“Daddy, no!” Footsteps slapped against the tile floor. The ICU nurse and Neil rushed into the room just in time to see Juli’s father force the leather ring onto her finger. She snatched her hand from his grip, but he continued to struggle, locked in a battle with an invisible force.
“Darrow!” Neil cried.
Before Juli could put together an answer, machines broke into a cacophony of beeping.
Blurb:

Rival alphas Juli Gunby and Neil Statham want to tear each other apart — but will they do it in battle or as mates?

When Juli Gunby left Missoula, Montana, she didn’t intend to come back. Not to her exacting alpha werewolf father, and certainly not to Neil Statham, the beta who rejected Juli’s girlish advances. Her father, as usual, has other ideas, using his dying breath to pass pack leadership to his daughter. Juli resolves to carry out her duty to her father and her pack, but the one man she wants on her side has made himself her enemy.

After years of loyal service to the pack, Neil expects to take over as alpha when his mentor dies. As good as it is to see Juli again, he knows he can’t trust her. After all, she abandoned both him and the pack years ago and never looked back. Neil determines to fight for his rightful position in the pack, even if that means going up against a woman who fills him with an overwhelming urge to mate every time she walks into the room.

Someone needs to lead, and the more Neil and Juli fight, the more they attract interference from those who would control the pack and destroy the ties between them.

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Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written romance and erotica of many flavors -- dark, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her titles for Breathless Press include Not His Territory, Not the Leader of the Pack, and a contribution to the Ravaged anthology. She enjoys writing about the tension between passion and control that werewolves embody. Unfortunately, when Annabeth loses control of herself, she does not gain the power to change shape. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island, blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong. She loves talking books on Goodreads, too: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5295946.Annabeth_Leong

Buy One, Get One Free Offer:

Not the Leader of the Pack stands alone, but Annabeth has written in its world before. She’d love to share the previous title, Not His Territory, with current readers. If you’d like to participate, e-mail proof of purchase of Not the Leader of the Pack, such as an Amazon receipt, to annabeth dot leong at gmail dot com and let her know your e-book format of choice. Annabeth will buy a copy of Not His Territory for the first 25 people who respond.

Annabet Leong Blog Tour

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sex, Death, Cowboys, Vampires & Bigfoot

I'm sure you're scratching your head wondering how Bigfoot fits into the list above.

Well, these are only some of the subjects that I write about. Over the last seven years working with various publishers, and amassing more titles than I can count, I've come to realize that I love writing. I guess that would be obvious. Sinking into all the different realities I've created and the ones who linger still in my brain has kept me sane when dealing with the stress in my life. I'm guess that is the way with most writers.

In all this time, I've written books based on current selling trends and I've written the ones that I want to read as well. I have some that I even go back and re-read because those characters have gotten underneath my skin.

I've created cowboys and they were fun. Shifters are always great to do. I favor writing about shifters turning into ravens or dragons. Wolves are popular and so are cats so sometimes they take over my brain and become the center of a story. Vampires are dear to my heart for reasons very few people know and I try to create each one a little different than the last and it doesn't matter to me what the trends do, I'm going to write them anyway.

Through all my books, my favorite character is Azrael, my Angel of Death. He's more than grim reaper, he's also...well I'm not going to give away his story but you can read about it in Masquerade, Soul Reaper, Angelic Cravings, and Falling. But he has become more than just a character in my books, he has become a muse of sorts and demands to be put into as many plot lines as he can find his way into. Right now he pops up in over twenty at this point, lending a hand to those characters who need it.

With him being my most written character, there are others who some people ask where in the world did you get an idea for that say writing about Bigfoot and a green shape shifting alien in Hairy & Hung or a were-gingerbread woman in Ginger Bites. Bigfoot and the alien was concocted out of a conversation at a Halloween party at how you would have Bigfoot get it on with some thing. So I went with the idea of an alien too because I don't write much sci-fi stuff and poof.  The were gingerbread was an idea that popped into my mind after watching a horror movie with a gingerbread killing everyone so why not combine it with a werewolf story for Christmas and see what I get. Sure it's silly, but we all love Christmas miracles. These are the books that are fun to write because they are a little far fetched and show off my dry wit...Hahaha. But you can't take these books so seriously all the time because hell I certainty don't. I understand people might not get them, but they are awesome to create.

And of course there is sex in the books. What is erotic romance without sex?

 So if you like quirky, can stand hunky vampires, or an accident prone witch who falls in love with a Celtic god, peppered with supernatural menages then you and I will get along just fine.

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The War of Words

Words. Words. Words and more Words. There never seems to be an ending to the words. They flow together and make sentences, paragraphs, chapters, and congeal into a book. Words are what we say and what we think in, mostly. Words  are what we read and what we use to curse with. But sometimes the words and letters start warring.

Any author will tell you that there are only so many words you can use for specific body parts or even to describe something. Then it all goes down hill and you start warring with your mind and a thesaurus trying to uncover the right word or phrase to use that fits perfectly with the story or you need something different because you have said the same word too many times on the pages.

And when you figure you have the correct word, the editor comes back to you and suggests something else. The war never stops. it always keeps going until your muses are having fist fights and are throwing candy canes and mistletoe at one another or threatening to combine characters from different story lines. All the while they are shrieking at you in words.

Of course as I am writing this the Madonna song Words is going through my head.

http://youtu.be/hFja-9DWEyc

The words never stop and no matter how much I want them to, they are always running though my head, chasing a marathon. Sometimes never saying what I want and sometimes jumping from one world to another as a new muse pops up.

Words always warring, fighting, changing and twisting into something I never thought existed before.

Tell me what have words done for you? Because sometimes they drive me batty. And them I hear jingling.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Sneak Peek: Devil's Tavern: Possession

Hey Everyone,

Devil's Tavern 3: Possession is going to be released tomorrow with Purple Sword Publications. So I wanted to give everyone a sneak peak at what is to come.

Enjoy!

Blog:


Bruno returns to his pack only to find utter devastation. The woman he loves is all alone and there is an evil creeping in the darkness of the forest. Being a God fearing werewolf, he takes it upon himself to confront the evil and drive it back to hell.
Serena’s heart is tied to an outlaw. All her life she has been an outcast. Evil is tormenting her and the pack. Her only hope is her motorcycle riding, biker werewolf, Bruno. Together they will face their nightmares and goodness will prevail.


Excerpt:

Bruno walked, picked her up, and lifted her off the ground spinning her in a circle. She let out a small gleeful noise until he put her down. Serena wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. He licked her lips.
            “I think I like your sausage better.” He pressed his lips against hers and slid his fingers over her back feeling every bump in her spine until he came to the round mounds of her ass. She shivered from the sudden contact feeling the bulge of his erection pressing into her stomach. He clutched her ass and then lifted her. The sudden embrace drew a squeal from her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from falling. He kissed her harder with a hunger she’d never felt in him before.
            “What… are… you … doing?” she asked in-between his kisses.
            Bruno bit her lip lightly. “Taking you into the bedroom to make love to you. Unless you object.” He nuzzled her neck while backing up toward the door. He fumbled for the doorknob. He licked her throat and nipped at her exposed shoulder.
            Serena threw her head back, enjoying the small bits of pain from his teeth. She yearned for him to mark her completely, but she wasn’t going to push him. The more he kissed her, the more her desire stirred. “No. What about—”
            He plunged his tongue into her ear and kissed along her jaw line. “Don’t worry about Neb. He’s gone for a while. I think he had an idea we might be engaged.”
            “Are you sure about that?”
            Bruno licked the hollow of her throat. He finally got the door open and got them into the room. Serena closed the door behind her with a small nudge from her elbow. Bruno dropped her on the bed. The mattress creaked and the bed groaned from the added weight. Before she could get herself situated, he pulled her shirt from her jeans. She was about to fight him, but decided against it. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she broke the moment. He ran his hands over her breasts cupping them for a moment. At the slight contact, her nipples began to harden. His eyes brightened. She saw the wolf in his nature and loved that he had embraced it. He slid his nails through her bra straps and broke them easily. He threw the remnants of the fabric to the floor.
            “I hope you’re going to buy me a new one of those. I didn’t bring anymore with me.”
            He smiled showing her his wicked teeth. “I buy you whatever you want as long as I get to have these.” Serena wiggled on the bed trying to get closer to him. She took his cock and held the firm shaft in her hands. She ran her fingers along the bulging vein. A small howl left his lips.