Book Preview: Reborn at the Crossroads

Hi All,
I wanted to share a preview of a revamped book I have coming out soon. This is not your typical vampire novel. With a bit of folklore thrown in, a demon giving this a scary twist, and some blazing undead sex, this is going to be perfect to add to any of your Halloween reading lists.


Coming soon from Purple Sword Publications: Reborn at the Crossroads.

What do you do when folklore stops being myth and vampires rise from their grave?

Blurb:

Beth Rivers has spent five years in an emotional cocoon from the death of her husband. One night she discovers an intruder on her land and shoots him. After bringing him back to her house, she realizes the wound has healed. Desire blossoms inside her for him. There’s something about him she can’t resist.

However, Travis wasn’t the only thing that awoke that night. Something darker was released also and its eyes are set on Beth. They must either face this nightmarish creature or be consumed by it.

Excerpt:

The shower curtain slid out of the way. She glanced up. Travis stood before her. Dried blood decorated his face and chest. His jeans were soaked with it and ruined. She couldn’t help the bolt of horror that pierced her heart. She scooted toward the back wall. A low growl spilled from his lips as he reached out to her.

“I won’t hurt you, Beth.”

“Is that what you told the four people you’ve killed? I heard it on the police scanner. Old habit from my husband.” She didn’t look at him.

Travis sighed. The curtain closed, but after a moment it reopened again. Beth wondered if he was going to do it now. She glanced up. Travis stood naked before her. Heat raced through her body. She tried to deny her feelings for him, but she couldn’t. Something between them overrode the crippling fear. Her entire being wanted him. The water from the jets blasted around her and onto him turning the water crimson. He knelt down again.

“I don’t plan on killing you, Beth. I don’t plan on killing anyone else.”

“I suppose you had some great epiphany after I left.”

He laughed. “I did actually. I remembered who I was. Elizabeth wouldn’t want me to behave this way. She would want me to forget all about that. I can’t help what I am. I don’t even know exactly what roused me from my slumber. I should be dead, bones and dust, but I’ve been given another chance with you. I have a hunger that must be satisfied. I’m trying to learn to balance that. In my life I was a doctor. I tried to heal all those I—”

Beth heard his words, but placed a hand over his mouth to quiet him. His lips were too sensuous forming around the words. Her lips replaced her hand and she captured him. The water poured over the two of them and all she could think of was how his cock would feel plunging inside of her. At that moment, it didn’t matter what he had done. Her mind pushed it all aside and she focused on the primal link and raw heat.

He pulled away and worked down her throat. Each nip of his teeth, she let him take her deeper under his spell. His fingers scraped along her back. His fangs grazed her flesh. There was no use fighting the connection. Maybe on the inside she truly was his wife reborn. She arched her neck waiting for him to strike, but the pain never came. Instead he cleared the water from her eyes and looked into them. His blue eyes smoldered with lust. There was no hunger.

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.

Guest Blog: Holding Out for a Hero by Alexandra Christian

I’m dating myself with the title of this blog, but I love a good hero.  There is nothing more alluring than a tall, dark and handsome man who bursts into the story and kicks ass.  Now I’m not talking about the sensitive guy that sends flowers to work or a brooding, sparkly vampire.  I want a big, burly dominant hero.  And I think all women have a secret part of themselves that long for that.  Women’s lib be damned.  All kidding aside, I decided to take this opportunity, as a connoisseur of heroes, to give a bit of a countdown of my favorite heroes in literature and film.  Keep in mind, these are just a few.  They are in no particular order, by the way…

1.       Bruce Wayne/ Batman, “The Dark Knight”:  Anyone who knows me will tell you, I have a Christian Bale problem.  I have since I hit puberty and no matter the intervention, I’m not likely to be cured.  My very first novel, Hellsong, stars an angel Saraqael who—I admit—is based on Christian Bale.  So you can imagine how excited I was when I heard that he was going to be playing Batman, my favorite childhood superhero.  Batman is a superhero for goths.  He’s dark, he’s brooding and let’s face it, kids—a little bit nuts.  The Joker is always quick to allude to the fact that Batman is just as crazy as he is, he just chooses to use his power for good rather than evil.  That straddling of the fence—the idea that at any second he could turn to the dark side—is a very alluring character trait of any hero. 

2.       Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights:  As you might have noticed, I love the anti-hero.  I would go so far as to say that Heathcliff is the grandfather of the Gothic hero.  If you’ve never read this book, you simply must.  If you’re going to write a good love story—especially a paranormal love story—you must have a working knowledge of Wuthering Heights.  Heathcliff starts out in the story as a sweet little boy who loves Cathy completely, but her disuse of him over time eventually twists him into a bitter and cruel man.  However, you can still see that glimmer of love in every evil little deed. 

3.       Sherlock Holmes, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (and others):  Okay, I admit it.  I’m a sapio-sexual.  I love a man that is extremely intelligent and isn’t afraid to show it.  You will never see me adorning the arm of an idiot.  After all, beauty is only skin deep and I have to be able to converse with my fantasy man.  Sherlock is the standard by which all geniuses are measured and therefore, has a permanent place in the upper echelon of Lexxx’s Arsenal of Sexual Fantasy.  Thank you, BBC One.

So now you know a little about what makes me tick.  At least in a sexual sense.  Probably more information than you wanted, huh.  At any rate, my new release, Beast of Burden is available today from Purple Sword Publications!  Beast of Burden, stars a hero to end all heroes:  Cianan Marek.  He’s the epitome of an Alpha Male.  He’s strong, dominant, angry, angsty and beautiful. He’s a conglomeration of all my darkest fantasies, popped in the blender, shuffled around a bit and displayed proudly for your reading pleasure!  

Blurb: 

Sascha had been a slave of Kaspar all her life.  Having never known love, she sought refuge in the pages of books and the kindess of her old master.   When he goes off to the marketplace in a neighboring town, he offers to bring her a gift.  All she asks is a single, red rose.  Little does she know that such a simple treasure will change her life forever.  

Rumored to be a scarred and cruel man, Cianan Marek has been searching for a kindred soul.  His life as warrior came to an abrupt end when he was attacked by werewolves in the Outlands.  Bitter and alone, he has been hiding a terrible secret since returning to Kaspar as Lord Governor.  In this adult retelling of the classic fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast, Sascha and Cianan learn the power of destiny and that some beasts lurk in the most unlikely of places.

For more of my perversions, be sure to visit me at any of the following locales.    

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My books can be found  at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks and anywhere quality eBooks are sold.

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A Day In The Life...

Have you ever wondered what a day in a writer's life might be like?

Think it's all glitz and glammer with epic battles being fought out all the time within the writer's mind or them leaning back and just staring at the computer screen, nose to the keyboard and typing away...

Yea...

It's not really like that, at least not for me.

My husband gets up and takes care of our two dogs, Morrigaine and Cadence, and then Morrigaine comes back into the bedroom and snuggles with me until I have to get up and work for the day job doing whatever my sales guys need. Trust me Insurance is not exactly the most thrilling thing in the world, but it pays the bills. Back when I was in the corporate world I never wanted to work from home, but now that I do, I would take working back in an office a couple days a week just for a change of scenery.

My day job starts about 9 and between doing what I need to get done, my dogs come in to bug me for attention and play. So we play tug of war or I watch the two of them do it. I take out stuff to cook for dinner and sometimes start cooking early. The husband gets home around 6.

All the while I'm working the day job, my characters are vying for attention. Normally they start pulling at my brain and eating away at it pretty much when I sit down at the computer. They're a pain to push to the side. But they have to get used to it considering the day job pays the mortgage.

I normally stop working around 2 or 3 depending on how much work I have. I leave the office and crash on the couch with one of the two dogs or both climbing on top of me or just collapsing and using me for a pillow. Then I break out the other laptop and start working on whatever book or edits that are due.

The husband comes home, we eat, and I go back to writing. It's nothing fancy about my life. No glitz or glammer. I have my books and pets to keep me company during the day. Of course browsing the internet and talking with friends too, but I hope to get things done.

So you got a small window into my life. Not too exciting, I know. It would be nice to have more, but I'm not really one for drama unless it's my characters warring with one another and then those goes into epic battles.

Being a Psychic in a (Un)Sensitive World

Hello my name is Crymsyn and I am a psychic.

Phew...boy did that get a load off my chest.

Yes, you read that right. I am a psychic well to define it really, I am a clairvoyant empathic medium. What does all that mean? It means that I see stuff, feel stuff, and can talk to the dead.

Being psychic is not something I talk about very often, but it is what gives me the inspiration for many of my books. They say write what you know, so I do.

I create my characters based on experiences I have based on being Pagan and being a psychic among a few other things. I discovered I had abilities when I was twelve based on a friend of mine giving me her earrings to hold for some band thing at the time and I began telling her about her deceased aunt who I had never met or even knew she had. Of course, if I look back on it now, I realize that I was sensing and seeing things before that, but it was then I realized something was different.

By the age of sixteen, I had lived in three different houses that were haunted one by a little girl who loved to play. One where there were parties in the attic where there was no furniture and no people. An an entity who screamed at me a lot and felt the creepiness of the building. Another was my grandmother's house where something lurked in my closet, but don't they always lurk in the closet. I had a harrowing experience there where something grabbed my feet and something else grabbed my hands and I was being used as tug of war. My take on the whole thing was that something was trying to get me and something was also protecting me because I never felt bad in my grandparents' house except for my room.

And then there was the friend's house I stayed with in high school, but that is another story.

When I was seventeen/eighteen my abilities were going out of control and I found a wonderful mentor who helped me hone my gifts. Two days after I graduated high school I started working for a psychic salon in Boston called the Original Tremont Tearoom and spent five wonderful years there while in college reading there among a wonderful group of people who helped pull a country girl into being a city girl and showing me a whole different way of life. It was a time I will always remember and spawned my Soul Reaper series.

Toward the end, I was losing my voice doing readings because I had to make a life decision, follow my path of writing books or doing readings for a living. I chose writing.

I no longer do readings professionally, and if you comment and ask for one the answer is still no, but once and a bit I will turn up volume and help out some friends if need be. Once I chose writing I turned down the dial on my abilities so that I don't have to listen to the things that constantly nag at me for attention and over time I've learned to ignore them too, but once and a while some stuff slips through the cracks.


It's still difficult for me to be in a room full of large people because of all the noise and I avoid graveyards because I don't need anyone coming home with me.

Putting down psychic as prior job experience has been fun because potential employers think I'm pulling their leg until they check my references, but at this point I'm so entrenched in my current day job I really don't worry about it because it was so long ago, but I always answer employers with a warm smile and a warning I can read your mind so don't piss me off, just kidding of course. I really can't read any one's mind. I'm not that good.


Overall, being psychic is part of who I am and there is nothing I can do to change it even if I try and turn it off.  Besides I garner inspiration from the world around me all the time for my books because of it and give advice to those who need it.

Some folks don't believe it and that's okay. My belief is that everyone is sensitive or psychic. It just all depends on if someone is tuned into it or not. Believe me or don't, that is up to you. But of you ask me for a reading the answer is still no. I'd rather write you into one of my books.

Wouldn't that be more fun than me telling your future?

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