Final Competition for the Year

Okay, time to end off the year with a high. Head on over to this page here. Read it all, enjoy it, and then submit a picture of a man (naked or not) who you think will fit one of the characters I have written about. One reader has already sent me a picture (and it is posted) and that started off my latest story writing adventure...yeah I know, I don't need any more ideas! LOL

What are the rules? Well, they are simple. If your picture is chosen, you get a free PDF copy of any of my books, present and future (you can wait for a release and a copy will be sent to you on release day) You will also be credited on the site. If the man is naked, make sure he is intact. I only write about intact men unless there is a very good reason for them not to be (as those of you who read my stories will know)

Also, I know I have a lot of young men reading my books, so if you would like to 'be' in a story you can send a picture in of yourself. Your name can be used or I can make up one. I will just write the character using your photo. Of course, self pics are not required to be naked for obvious reasons. Also, I may ask a couple of questions of you such as, body build, height, weight, etc etc as sometimes that information isn't easy to discern, especially if its just a portrait.

So that's it. I have two more stories to pen, Sarge's Angel and Atlantica Dream. So there are four main characters to fill, two for each. Go for it!

A new year and new goals!

2010 sure has rushed by us, huh? Now we are almost in to 2011. I don't have any big exciting plans for New Year's Eve except going to the Fiesta Bowl Parade during the day. Wahoo!

Besides the parade, I set my goals for 2011. I don't the goals I set as New Year's resolutions either. Whats the difference? To me, New Year's resolutions are only things people say because we always have... kind like a tradition and don't set ourselves up to follow through with them. Goals are different. The goals feel real and gives us something to work toward. You might disagree and resolutions may work for you which is perfectly fine with me. This is just how I feel about the two.


Anyway, for 2010 my goals were to get 3 book contracts for the three manuscripts I had finished. I made the goal in November of last year and received those contracts all before the new year rang in. For 2011 I want something similar. Contracts for both manuscipts I have finished. I also want to finished two manuscripts that I've been working on most of this year. I need to finish them... it seems like I'm stalled and would love to work on a new writing project but can't until these two are finished!


So you might say that getting contracts are not good goals because I don't decide if a publisher offers me one... it isn't a controlable situation. Well, in my eyes it is. If I target the right publishers and my story is good, they most likely will offer me one. What you put into the situation is what you get out of it.


That's all from me for today... What are your goals or resolutions for the new year and cheers to the upcoming 2011.

Wendy Ely

HAPPY HOLIDAYS ~ MERRY CHRISTMAS

I know everyone is busy today with the holidays, so I won't keep you long. I received my first round of edits yesterday on Christmas Eve! YAY! But that's not what my post is about...

This question is something I've been thinking a lot about lately. Do you as a reader prefer to read longer length novels (say 60K-100K words) or shorter length novels (anything under 60K)? I prefer the longer novels so I can really get to know the characters and if there's a sequel to them, even better! Sometimes I like the shorter length novels because it gives me something to read quickly and then I can get back to my own writing.

What about you? What type of novels do you prefer?

Thanks so much to all of our readers! You guys are what make this blog worth all the effort!

Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa! And any other saying I've forgotten!

~huggles
Gracen

Happy Christmas To All

Merry Christmas and a safe New Year to all my millions of fans (*giggle* hi there Mum) and just to show my appreciation here's a link to something naughty (slightly NSFW as it does show a cartoon penis or two)

Enjoy and see you all after the last of the Turkey and Ham has been used up in sandwiches :-)

Click here

*hugs*

Mark

Its almost Christmas time!

And since I only blog on Wednesdays I will wish you and your family a Merry Christmas today! The kids and I usually celebrate Christmas by opening presents and lounging around on Christmas Eve. We cook together and have loads of family time on Christmas Day. This year will be different though. It is Ash's and my first Christmas together so he will be here as well.

What are your traditions for the holidays? I'd love to hear about them.

LIFE LESSONS ON THE ROAD TO HELL

You may or may not be aware that I contracted the first book in my Road to Hell Series, Pandora's Box, with Decadent Publishing. I'm presently awaiting the first round of edits on Pandora's Box, I have completed book two and have started writing on book three in the series. In the meantime, I'm writing a prequel to Pandora's Box, so that those who read Pandora's Box will understand how dysfunctional Madison's relationship with her father was and how much it shaped her life...for the good and bad. So, I thought I'd share Madison's First Life Lesson...If you enjoy it, please click over to the blog that's dedicated to Madison's Life Lessons (HERE). A second Life Lesson is already up, with a third one coming next week. To learn more about Pandora's Box, please visit my website by clicking HERE.

WARNING: The content of this prequel may be considered highly inflammatory to those with a sensitive nature. I do not endorse or reject Christianity in any manner whatsoever. This is a fictional story only and does not reflect my personal beliefs as it relates to Christianity. If you have a question about my belief in Christianity, I'll be happy to discuss it with you in a civilized manner through e-mails at gracen.miller@yahoo.com.

LIFE LESSON ONE…

“You’re morally damned, Madison Grace Wescott!” Bruce Wescott screamed the outraged whisper into his daughter’s face. “It shames me to recognize you as my daughter.”

Madison shrunk further into the corner of the church bench, wishing she could shrink out of sight. Maybe if she were out of Daddy’s sight, she’d be out of his mind too, she thought as she blinked back the stinging tears. A hurried peek around the church sanctuary confirmed no one else witnessed her setback.

Unsure what she’d done to receive his censure this time, she offered a weak, “Yes, sir, I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Not that an apology ever appeased him.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing too, young lady, but the Lord,” he snapped drawing to his five-foot six stature. “If you don’t repent and alter your ways, God’ll see you burn in Hell.”

“Yes, sir, I understand.” She hoped she sounded meek enough to suit his temper or she’d find herself on her knees after church service praying for her soul. Depending upon his mood, she could pray for hours without a restroom break or a knee break. And boy, oh, boy, could her knees suffer brutal agony in that position.

It would be great if she knew what to repent so she could avoid the burn of Hell. She didn’t want to burn any more than he wanted her to burn. A typical complaint centered on her appearance. Her hair was too blonde, her eyes too blue, her boobs too big and her figure too lush for her too-tall frame. At 15 she was already three and a half inches taller than him. All these complaints apparently forced men to sin against God by lusting after her. Not that she encouraged men to lust after her, mind you, but on the off chance that they did, it was still her fault in Daddy’s eyes.

“Brother Wescott,” Becca Slayter said with her hand extended to her father, cheap red lipstick smeared outside the lip-line of her saggy mouth. The over-abundance of lipstick did not give her the appearance of fuller lips. Reminded of another one of her father’s complaints—her lips were too full and sensual—Madison pinched her lips together. “I wanted to extol how much your sermon last Sunday enriched my life this week. Why I was telling Cynthia Jones…”

Madison stopped listening to Becca Slayter’s conversation with her dad because she didn’t much like ‘Sister’ Becca or her high-pitched annoying voice. And she was old, like thirty or thirty-five, and all Sister Becca ever did was brag about some new object she’d received.

She peeked around the sanctuary and took special care not to openly snag the gaze of any man. Opening her worn leather-bound Holy Bible to the Gospel of Luke, she began to read and mentally pray God would forgive her for whatever sin she’d committed. If she were lucky, by the time Daddy finished his morning sermon he would forget all about her morally damned soul. She sure didn’t want to spend the afternoon praying on her knees.

A Sangrille Christmas Out Now!

A Sangrille Christmas is out now! Click here to own your very own copy :-)

Two years ago, Leroy Sangrille, a werewolf, ran away from home, unable to cope any more with his father's abuse. Since then he has found happiness and love in his boyfriend Jordan Williams. A man who completes him and makes him forget about past worries. His life is perfect.

Or so he believes...

Out of the blue, Leroy gets an invitation to the traditional Sangrille Christmas Howling from his mother. Jordan convinces him to go, and from that moment on, his perfect world is turned upside down as he discovers the real reason why his father was so abusive. Mother Sangrille has a plan, and through her, Leroy and Jordan will discover that the secrets of the past will re-shape the future in ways they would have never believed.

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Excerpt

“You know all this. You know everything about me and my family. But what do I know about your family, hmm?”

“Enough to know that when I say they’re freaks, that’s what they are.”

Jordan sighed again. “Is it too much to ask to want to know more about your past?”

“Can we talk about this later, my love?” Leroy kissed him again. He hoped the gentle tongue play he soon found himself overwhelmed in would convince Jordan that other matters were more important right now.

It worked.

Jordan groaned, the first sign he wanted Leroy in an intimate way and had resigned to that fact. Leroy knew Jordan wouldn’t give up. He would have to tell him sooner or later, especially now that he was expected to attend the clan’s Christmas function. No one in the clan went against his mother and it was obviously her idea that he was invited this year. She was the one who saved him from death at his father’s hand when he was born. Why? Leroy didn’t know. Maybe it was guilt. Leroy was the runt of a litter of six, one brother and four sisters. Perhaps his mother saw something in him the others did not.

Jordan knocked Leroy out of his reverie. “Then give me that something I like quick before I change my mind and get all persistent on you.”

“Sure thing.” Leroy found it hard to fight back the pain of the past. He was thankful he had Jordan. The man who had saved him when he was in werewolf form more than two years. Back when his father had confronted him, the result of his homelessness.

Jordan’s eyes flashed concern again. “They don’t know you’re gay, do they?”

Leroy didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he came so that he was on top of Jordan, rubbing his cock against his stomach. Hard as ever, seconds later. When he did reply, he said, “It’s worse than that.”

Jordan writhed underneath him on the bed, a gentle moan filling Leroy’s ears with delight. Their skin on skin contact was so wonderful, so enticing, that soon they were a tangle of limbs. “They did something to you, didn’t they?”

Gotta Loooove Book Trailers!

I know I do. I'm really excited for New Year's Resolution to be released. The book started out as a sparkly romance (as my critique group described it) and is now a romantic thriller... very far from the way it had started. Anyway, here is the book trailer!

Life at 45

And no, that isn't 45 mph, that's the age of 45. Which I turned yesterday. I'm all right with it. Turning 40 was harder than 45 for me. I don't know why. I think because I had planned to be a household name ala (insert your favorite well-known author's name here) by the time I hit my late 30's. So when it still hadn't happened by 40, I was--shall we say--more than a tad depressed that it wasn't worth it if I was going to just be spinning my wheels the rest of my life.

Here I am five years later and I'm multi-published now, but still no where closer to that fame I've chased. My books sell, but not as well as I'd like. I think I have a loyal fan base, but I can only tell that by units sold, not by any thing resembling fan mail, because that seems to be another thing that passes me by. It makes me wonder why. I hear a lot of my friends, pubbed with the same houses as I am, talking about all the fan mail they get. Really? I have my email and contact info at the end of every book, why aren't people emailing me?

I don't get it.

But then, I'm not one to email my fav authors either, so at least that much of it, I'll understand. But that's just me. Obviously there are readers out there who do email authors. *Turns to Wicked Thorn friends* Do you folks get fan mail? I'm just curious.

So, anyhoo, I decdided at the beginning of Nov. I was going to take a new approach to my writing - or at least add a new approach to it. 90K in 90 days and then get that book polished and sent out to agents. Then another one, in a different genre--since I write in so many different ones--and get that one out. So, by April, I should have at least two ready to make the rounds at agents. Two books, separate genres. See which one takes off first. *cross your fingers. wish me luck. all that jazz*

So, that's the writing life at 45, but what about other things?

Well, I have no idea where this neck pain I've developed over the last few days is coming from, but hubby assures me he had the same pain last week. Oh, really? Well, that's one birthday present I could have done without. The fact I've been kind of off kilter in my diet and exercise regimen hasn't been doing me proud either. I've found over the last six months that I really do like working out. If for no other reason than it helps keep me focused. I know it sounds weird, but I tend to think better when I'm doing regular exercises. Probably has to do with increasing cerebreal bloodflow or something like that. I've also noticed that my hand doesn't go as numb. (The one I didn't have carpel tunnel surgery on yet.) --However, with the time change, it's gotten me all screwed up with my workouts. I had a loverly little routine going from summer to fall. I'd write until about 4 in the afternoon then take a little break to workout, drink my protein shake then shower and go back to writing. Not now. I can't seem to motivate myself before the sun goes down. And I don't know why, it seems once the sun goes down it's time to relax and just kick back rather than get off my duffer and workout. I know I need to. I know I feel better when I do. I know I have to or I gain weight like crazy. I'm just not listening to my own advice. Very bad.

But I vow to get better. Just as soon as this head cold clears up.

-Kate

One wicked wish

Wicked Night Before Christmas is still one of the most popular books on KOBO.

 

He tried to make her his…

 

Lucas McLeod fell in love with his sister's best friend who enjoys bantering with him. He is fighting the urge,temptation to cross the fine line between friendship and lovers. But Lucas lost. When he succumbs to passion and makes love with her, he knows she is the one he wants to grow old with. Before he leaves for Florida, he gives her his promise. He will be back.

 

She tried to ignore him…

 

Cara Saint Regis is devastated when Lucas, her best friend's brother and the man she believes will come back for her arrives in the cabin with his high school sweetheart instead. Worse, she catches them French kissing. A few days before Christmas, Cara's heartache turns into a blinding jealousy and anger. But deep inside her heart, her love and desire remains strong and true.

 

Will love, passion, and the spirit of holidays help them reunite in time to celebrate Christmas?

 

Being around Cara is a test. Her nearness inflames his desire. Their closeness reminds him of what he's been missing--her touch, smile, and her kisses. He misses her. Lucas wonders if his burning need to be with her again can wait until Christmas Eve to answer the wish she wrote on the paper and hung on the Christmas tree-a wicked night before Christmas.

 

Tierney O’Malley

Romance/Paranormal Author

http://tierneyomalley.com

Free Story

This year, the m/m goodreads group asked authors to help 'stuff' a stocking for a reader with a free story based on a picture posted. I jumped up and offered my skills. The picture I chose featured four men in a locker room. My mind went into overdrive and here is a taste of what I have so far :-) On this page you will find information and the link to the story:

The Galactic Gazette

Australian Zero-G Wrestling team in Disarray

The Zero-G wrestling Team from left to right: Coach, Andrew Macmillion; Middle weight, Padrig O'Malley; Light weight, Chalky Jones; Heavy weight and team Captain, Jasper Arnold.


After a shock round one loss in the gold medal match, the Australian Zero-G wrestling team competing in the 150th Olympiad on board the geosynchronous orbiting 'Olympic Park' facility, couldn't even use a light game of spot rugby to cheer them up earlier today. Has their loss affected more than their moral? Or will their captain, Jasper Arnold be able to drag his team up from the doldrums so they can win the next round and stay in contention for the gold medal? If they can win two of the three rounds, it will be the first time Australia has won such an accolade and all of our hopes are right there with the guys as they get ready for round two in the best of three game for gold! Go Australia!



For more on this story click on the m/m goodreads here Enjoy!

An Amazing Sensation

I've been feeling really lonely for about two weeks. Most of you don't know (and now will!) that I didn't have a home phone or Internet at home due to the fact that I had to save some money. My friends couldn't call me until after 7pm when my cell minutes were free. I also had two good friends move from my apartment complex. I had seen these two people every day for a long time. We'd chat in passing and often would hang out together. My father also has been trying to reestablish a relationship with me and the kids which is awesome but he lives in Washington while I'm in Arizona. Add to all of the above, my boyfriend moved two hours away for a job and we haven't seen each other for almost a month. I just have been feeling so disconnected from the world and it has sucked.

My daughter asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told her things I would like but thought how much I just wanted the loneliness to go away. That night I wished for the feeling of isolation to disappear. I woke up the next morning and felt the same but that night something amazing happened.

During the night I woke up but kept my eyes shut. I felt a presence with me. The presence made me feel so comforted and loved. I was sure one of the kids had snuck in my room while I had been sleeping. I checked my bed even though I knew neither had climbed into my bed and then checked the floor. To my surprise, there wasn't a kid sleeping on my floor either. The comforting presence hadn't left even though I had wakened. I fell back to sleep again. The next morning I woke with the loneliness gone.

I consider myself more of a spiritual person than religious. It could've been God visiting me. Could it have been a loved one who has passed on such as my grandma? I don't rule that out either. It could've even been my boyfriend who lives far from me and thinking of me during the night.... sending me his love. No matter which way I look at it, I know it was someone who came when I needed them.

Talk to you soon,

Wendy Ely

30 Days of Decadence

Wish me congratulations—or maybe it should be commiseration—as I am officially the proud owner of a six month old blue Great Dane, named Ella. (Ella…such a sweet name for such a horse-breed dog!) I sure hope she and my Daschund learn to love one another. Can you think of a more mismatched pair than a Daschund and Great Dane? Ha! I can't. I'll post pictures of her next week, as she doesn't officially join my family until Sunday.

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MADISON'S LIFE LESSON ONE

Where does the road to Hell begin?
With good intentions?
Or by demonic design?
In a small, sleepy Alabama town the battle for mankind's liberty has begun...

“You’re morally damned, Madison Grace Wescott!” Bruce Wescott screamed the outraged whisper into his daughter’s face. “It shames me to recognize you as my daughter.”

Madison shrunk further into the corner of the church bench, wishing she could shrink out of sight. Maybe if she were out of Daddy’s sight, she’d be out of his mind too, she thought as she blinked back the stinging tears. A hurried peek around the church sanctuary confirmed no one else witnessed her setback.

Unsure what she’d done to receive his censure this time, she offered a weak, “Yes, sir, I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Not that an apology ever appeased him.

To finish reading Madison's Life Lesson One (the prequel to my soon to be released book Pandora's Box), click (Life Lesson Two will be posted in the next couple of days): http://madisonroadtohell.blogspot.com/

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"Dear Miss Havana" is a new kind of advice column we've added to my other blog, Moonlight, Lace & Mayhem. I don't like advertising stuff here for that site, but this is something you need to check out! Miss Havana is rude, crude, and her advice is often screwed!

The latest question posed to Dear Miss Havana:

"My neighbor squeals like a pig while having sex. I can hear this unsightly noise through the wall. How do I broach the subject with her? Sincerely, Itchy in Indiana."

Come check out Miss Havana's not-so-eloquent advice: http://mlm-dmh.blogspot.com/

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30 Days of Decadence and giveaways is STILL going on through December 31st! Don't miss out. http://30daysofdecadence.blogspot.com/

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~huggles~

Gracen

So You Want to Touch My 'Junk'?

Given the controversy over TSA body scan machines springing up in more and more airports these days, I have decided to offer you all some advice (rather tongue in cheek, I admit) as to how you can combat this new technology.

Option 1) Before you go to an airport with one of these scanner, pick up a rather nifty little pair of Rocky Flats Gear briefs (yes, you can google that. It is the real deal). Simply put, they are underwear for both men and women with a lead-free radiation shielding for your gonads/junk/breasts. They come in an assortment of designs for the 'protective part' the most popular being the fig-leaf design. Now you can walk proudly though a scanner with your bits and pieces safe from both radiation and wandering eyes! Win/win!

Option 2) Go online (or travel to Florence) and grab yourself a pair of Michelangelo's David boxer briefs. If you do decided to go to Florence, you can marvel at the work of art that is David (foreskin and all) and then, step outside the museum and see one of those lovely souvenir vendors who will be more than happy to sell you a pair of briefs/boxers with David's actual size doodle printed on the front. Why would this help you with a scanner, I hear you ask. Simple. Place your newly bought David doodle boxers on the outside of your clothing and wear it everywhere while in an airport. By the time you get to a scanner, most folk will believe you completely crazy and will A) ignore you B) laugh at you C) not give a shit when you actually do go through the scanner because you've already paraded around with a picture of a dick printed on your clothing. Seeing your real thing just won't be a big deal after that. Sorry, girls, this one only works for guys!

Option 3) When traveling, take with you a good porn mag/willing partner. (this is my fav!) When you get to a scanner, stop and read the mag/get partner to offer manual help. What this will achieve is you becoming aroused and therefore giving those who run the scanner your full mast! I mean, if someone's going to see me naked, then why not while in all my erectile glory! It will give the poor customs staff something to giggle about and you'll feel proud by the fact you've been able to give them something to talk about.


Option 4) Don't go through the scanner, go for the search instead. Of course, such an option has brought to light the most profound words of our modern world:

Customs officer: "Sir, I am going to slide my hand slowly down the left hand side of your groin."
Airport traveler: "You touch my junk and I'll have you arrested."

See? Classic?

Well, that's it folks...until next time...happy reading and happy travels! Next week I will be announcing my Christmas release with a competition, too!

Howdy!

Every story has a beginning…

“You’re morally damned, Madison Grace Wescott!” Bruce Wescott screamed the outraged whisper into his daughter’s face. “It shames me to recognize you as my daughter.”

Those are the first lines of Madison’s beginning…Before Pandora’s Box and the Road to Hell series begins, Madison relives moments from her life, all of them leading to her showdown with fate in Pandora's Box. Come join her adventures: http://madisonroadtohell.blogspot.com/

I didn't get out for the Black Friday shopping, although I have in the past few years. How about you? Do you Black Friday shop? Instead of spending money, do you want a chance to WIN something fun? If so, visit Decadent Publishing's 30 Days of Decadence! Click HERE and be entered for a chance to win. Come back each day until December 31st and find something new to win everyday! I'll be spotlighted on 30 Days of Decadence on December 14th and I'll be giving away an e-copy of Pandora's Box (when it's released) and a skull tote bag.

I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it. If not, I hope you're having a fantastic weekend!

~huggles~
Gracen

What are the advantages and disadvantages of shopping online.

This holiday, my husband and I decided that we will shop online rather than hunt for gifts at the mall. With meniere's disease still plaguing me, surfing the net at home is the best thing to do. I don't know what to buy for the girls and my husband yet, but I'm sure Amazon will give me its helping hand.

Is it wise to do this? Are online shoppers tend to spend more money compared to the mall shoppers? What are the advantages of shopping online? Disadvantages? Share your thoughts.

If you're one of those online shoppers, I have books available online. (shameless promo) Visit my site at http://tierneyomalley.com

Let's chat. Leave your comments and you might win a copy of my latest book, Irresistible Knight.

She’s a rich wary violinist. He’s an FBI agent always hanging out behind alleys and dirty dumpsters. Together, can they make a beautiful symphony or break each other’s heart?

Tierney O'Malley

Romance Author

Happy Thanksgiving!

Where on earth are my blog partners??? I dunno so I'm stopping by to wish all of our friends who read Wicked Thorn and Roses a very Happy Thanksgiving! We are so glad to have you be part of our lives even if it is only through our blog.

My holiday plans start off with enjoying the evening tonight with movies. We rented Eat, Pray, Love, The Christmas Carol (the new one!), and the new Pet Semetary. We'll also be making the desserts tonight and I let the kids help with the cooking on Thanksgiving Day. Holidays around our house always seem to be fun and silly... the way holidays should be.

As for my Nanowrimo-novel: I'm still at a little over 18k. I've decided Dreaming of Him would be a novella and I'm about to wrap the story up. So why the low word count? I've gotten an editing job and have been busy editing a manuscript. Now that I've finished the editing project, I will be returning to my own writing before school resumes next week.

What are you doing for the holiday? Do you have any family traditions for Thanksgiving?

Talk to you soon,
Wendy Ely

I will NOT give up!

It's Wednesday again... a day that I get to sit in Starbucks, update you on my Nanowrimo progress while taking a break from the novel and school :) And today I wish I was bringing better news on my progress but... well... It's over halfway through the month and I've only gotten to 16k on my nano-novel.

I won't give up! Next week is my Thanksgiving break so I will have 7 full days to write! In order for me to finish Dreaming of Him for nanowrimo, I will have to finish during my break since I start a business law class the following week that my teacher insists as being haaaard!

That's all for my progress this week... what's yours? Please inspire me to get my fingers on the keyboard!

Wendy Ely

Bad Religion by Kathleen Scott - Now Available at Loose Id

Kree Janus is a sexual mystic.

As the head of the Order of Sopha, it is her sworn duty to ensure her religion continues under the threat of genocide. Trapped in a warehouse by one of the theocrats' enforcers, a Druma warrior who hunts by pheromones, Kree is captured and taken to a secret hideout away from the long arm of the guards. Kree’s survival depends on the plans of her sworn enemy, a man who brings all her sensual desires and pleasures raging to the surface, even in the face of peril.

Eavan desMort is a Druma warrior.

Contracted as an enforcer for the theocratic council, he has taken an assignment to bring in the Sophite premier, Kree Janus, for execution. Eavan has plans of his own. Charged by his people to bring Kree to their settlement, he has taken vows to die for her if necessary. Nothing, however, prepares him for the overwhelming call of her flesh. It is a temptation that could mean the very loss of his honor if he gives in.

Excerpt:

He rubbed a spot in the middle of her forehead. Instantly, her eyes felt heavy. She fought the lethargy back. There was no way in hell she’d fall to sleep without some better explanation than his enigmatic smiles and the flash of sexy golden eyes.

Weapons as effective as those were going to see to her downfall. There were defenses she could raise to keep his seductive powers from touching her, but she doubted they’d work. Not when she already felt the wet slide of arousal between her legs when she moved them.

The worst part was fastened around her neck. There was no way to remove the security collar without setting off an alarm on her captor’s wristband. There had to be a way to get it off and escape before he delivered her into her fate. She’d not accept defeat. Her sisters under Sopha would haunt her for eternity.

“If you want my cooperation, you have to earn it.”

That made him laugh. “I don’t think it’s up to you at this point.”

Kree’s heart stopped. If his smile and eyes were seductive, his laugh was death itself. She fell into the spell of animation that lit his features.

“Is this how you mean to torture me?”

The amusement faded.

Tension hung thick in the air between them.

“No, I have something much better in mind.”

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Eavan’s blood had already grown so hot it moved like burning lava through his veins. Torture her? He’d cherish her until his dying breath. But she didn’t need to know that yet.

Initiating her to the ways of the Druma would be very enjoyable. He only hoped he’d get the chance. After all he’d done to capture and secure her, he’d hate like all the hells for her to fall under the spell of one of his fellow warriors.

He traced a finger down her cheek. “I already know how you’ll taste.”

Her gaze flew to his.

If sin had a shape it would be her lips. They were soft and wide with the barest pout to the lower one.

He ran his thumb across it. “The theocrats would love to get their hands on you.”
“Are you planning to ransom me to them?”

“The thought never crossed my mind.” He let his fingers move lower, down her throat to her collarbone. Every inch of her skin felt like silk under his fingertips.

“How long has it been since you’ve enjoyed a man’s touch?”

Even as her eyes flashed defiance, her back arched off the bed, lifting her breasts closer to him. “I’ve met no men worthy enough to touch me in a long while.”

Eavan smiled. Even if she meant it as an insult, the fact she’d been with no man recently sent need pulsing through his body. The Sophites used their sentries for sexual favors like most people used air to breathe. He sensed her words were all bravado or insult.

He let his fingers roam lower. The deep vee of her shirt ended at the apex of her cleavage. His gaze followed the trail of his hand. Her nipples stood out behind the fabric, inviting him to feel.

He didn’t disappoint.

*********

I've never been successful in getting blogger to actually activate the hyperlinks for sites. It's very frustrating. I will post the address though in case anyone wants to cut/paste to get to the page at Loose Id.

Have a great day

-Kate

http://www.loose-id.com/Bad-Religion.aspx

Another hot Knight

Yes, the story of Bors is finally out. Irresistible Knight, book two of Knight Brothers Series is now available from Red Rose Publishing.

 

 

She’s a rich wary violinist. He’s an FBI agent always hanging out behind alleys and dirty dumpsters. Together, can they make a beautiful symphony or break each other’s heart?

Sleep deprived, Bors Knight thanked his stars when he decided to help the vanilla scented Taylor Monte Carlo cross the street. She’s in need of a place to stay and his ticket to finally nail the man he wants to throw in jail. Not one to let go of a good opportunity, he offers her his newly built home. Taylor, however, has made matters complicated. She occupies his room, covers his windowsill with her rock collection, disturbs his quiet morning with beautiful music, and then… crawls inside his heart.

 

Taylor wants only one thing—keep her father from ending up in jail. Her problem is solved when she meets the funny and delicious looking hunk Bors whose father happens to be a judge. He offers to share his home, his secret cove, and show her blinding and all-consuming passion she has never known. In a very short time, she has learned to trust Bors with her secrets. All was good until a man holding a gun, Hollywood style, blows his cover—an FBI agent bent on sending her father to jail.

In love, Taylor finds herself between two men she can’t live without. But who should she chose?

 

Tierney O’Malley

http:/tierneyomalley.com

Progress and a kid!

One thing I've learned this week which I haven't figured out any other year while doing Nano is that it is really good to have someone do the program with you. I'm not saying write a book together but be there for each other.

How did I come to learn this tip? Because my daughter is doing the young writers program of Nanowrimo. She has been pushing and taunting me all month long. Yes, some days she comes off as being a pain in my butt by calling out through the house, "Mama! I have more woooooords than yoooooou!" but she pushes me to do more. She also inspires me. Her word processing program on her laptop doesn't work so she is writing her entire Nano-novel by hand. She doesn't complain either which I would do if I were in the same boat as her.

On my other posts I mentioned writing this Nano-novel for her. It's a paranormal with no sex (at her request).... as a gift to her since she helped me come up with the plot. The other night she was so discouraged with her book. "Mom, I don't think I can do this," she had exclaimed while flopping down on the couch next to where I was busy typing away. After trying to convince her that she could finish her book, she still wasn't hopeful. I asked her if she wanted to hear part of Dreaming of Him which is the book I'm working on. She listened to what I had so far. She hopped up off the couch with a revived passion for her book. "I have to write!" And off she went. She told me that night that I inspire her :)

I got her started on this Nanowrimo thing (she started doing this program when she was 10) and now I wouldn't do it without her. So, nanowrimo writers, find someone to do the program with you!

As for my progress~ I'm at 8,626 words. According to my nano stats, at this rate I'll finish my nano-novel by December 28th! Not so good. So how are your books coming online?

Talk to you soon,

Wendy Ely

V for Vendetta - A Romance

Last night, I had my heart broken.



Since I saw the first trailer for this movie a few years back, I've wanted to see it. I knew it was from a graphic novel, but I hadn't read that either. Nor did I pick up a copy though I do like most of Alan Moore's work. (I'll admit Promethea got to be more about the verbage than the pictures and probably needed to be moved to novel form - but anyhoo...) For one reason or another I never got to the movies to see V or rented the movie when it became available. When I saw it available from Netflix, I knew my time had come.

The only thing I have left to say is....I should have went with my gut and gone to see it on the big screen.

This movie not only rocked and rocked hard...it was both ghastly and hauntingly tender at the same time. And even though some of V's methods and actions are very questionable, I actually found myself understanding clearly his motives and forgiving him completely.

I think I fell in love with him.

From their first moments onscreen together, I wanted V and Evey to have something more together. I won't write spoilers here for those who haven't seen the movie or read the graphic novel (I really don't know if they end the same and oddly, Alan Moore's name seemed to be left off the credits as the creator of the story. Only David Lloyd the illustrator got credit.) But suffice it to say that I ached for these two. This movie grabbed me on a level I haven't felt for some time. Not with a movie anyhow. Books are different. I get more gut-wrenched from them than movies for some reason.

As unconventional a love story as any has ever been, it still struck me at it's heart a romance. The Wachowski Brothers who brought us The Matrix do a beautiful job of adapting this story for the big screen. They admit to going a little bit deeper into the relationship between V and Evey, which I think made the movie all the more gripping and what got to me.



I never really expected it to be a pseduo-romance. I knew I'd probably like it, but the pain and terror these two characters have endured make them compelling, sympathetic and in the final scenes....heartbreaking and triumphant at the same time.

There really aren't enough words. And I'm finding myself having trouble in articulating exactly why this movie got to me so much. It might be the man behind the mask and how he hides his pain through vengence. There is one scene where V is alone and Evey has just left where his vulnerabilty comes through and I almost lost it.

If you haven't seen it. You should.

V forever!

-Kate

THE CROW

What’s the first thing you think of when you hear the word "Crow"? For me, aside from the black birds that scavenge, it was the mystical belief that they are omens of death.

In my newly contracted book, Pandora's Box, I needed a mystical creature that could deliver a riddle from a higher power about the future. So, I started researching and quickly became fascinated by the Crow. Similar to the Raven it appears in mythology as a soothsayer, as a creator and cleanser and as omens of death. Okay, so I wasn’t completely wrong, but neither did I know near all of it.

Among the North America tribes the Crow was considered as the guardian of the sacred law that could see not only the past, but the present and the future. Ah, so a soothsayer that could easily be used in my story to deliver a riddle about future events.

In Celtic lore, the battle goddess Morrigan would shapeshift into either a crow or a raven and they were both seen as allies and companions.

Scottish folklore said the crow had 27 different sounds and each one of them correlated to an occasion, foretelling anything from coming guests to good fortune to an imminent death. Truly I found this fascinating and wanted to learn more about the 27 different cries. By the way, the number 27 was derived from the magical 3 x 9 derivative.

To the Greek, the crow was considered an unlucky warning. In fact, while crows were sacred to the Greek goddess Athene, she refused to allow them to perch atop the roof of Acropolis in Athens because they were omens of death. Even though they were considered omens of death, it did not prevent the Greek god Apollo from shapeshifting into a crow when he fled Typhon.

Medieval bestiaries saw the crow as birds of parental devotion and it was said that the crow led the migration of storks. Medieval Christians thought the crow was a sign of the devil because of its scavenging conduct, but it was also an icon of fidelity because it was thought that crows did not seek a new mate when its mate died. Magical properties were given to the crow as well, which included the skill to foretell the future, dismantle the past and to educate humans about how to mix humor, playfulness and love.

Interesting lore—or so I thought—was the Australian aboriginal legend. I found it in The Element Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures, written by John & Caitlin Matthews © 2008:

“In Australian aboriginal legend, Crow, along with Tortoise and Frog, dissented in the corroboree (gathering) that suggested that Kangaroo and Emu, and Dingo and Goanna should mate. The animals fell to fighting but when they grew hungry, pelicans dived for fish to feed them and a fire was started to cook them. Crow warned them that to cook fish away from where they had been caught was illegal and the animals began to argue. Frog threw his voice to make it sound as if Crow was insulting Kangaroo, so confusing the other animals that they fell out even more and decided for ever after to have their own languages.”

All of this was a far cry from the 1994 movie, The Crow. In it, the lead character comes back as an undead entity bent on avenging his and his fiancée’s murder. Entertaining, yeah, and maybe he was loosely considered an omen of death, but he was really the cause of the death of those that murdered him and his fiancée. It was revenge and nothing more.

So, what do you think? Do you believe in the magical elements of Crows? For me, I don’t know, but I do know I had fun using the crow as a magical creature that showed up, shapeshifted into a beautiful woman with birdlike qualities and clothing made of feathers. Minor excerpt posted below staring the Crow in Pandora's Box.

I hope everyone has an awesome weekend! My baby turned 9 today! Wow! I cannot believe how fast they grow up!!!

Unedited Excerpt:

The crow shifted into that of a woman, with almond shaped eyes and long hair, both as black as a crow's feather, and a body to die for dressed in a black cat-like-pantsuit. Well, no, that wasn't quite accurate. The pantsuit wasn't made of cloth, but rather a seamlessly flowing feather-like garb. A black feather floated and came to rest across Madison's bare foot.

"You've been found worthy of the crows," the crow said, her voice as melodious as a bird's warble. "Keep the feather secure and if you ever need assistance, grip it in your hand and consider our help a one time deal."

"Lucky me." She pushed out of her chair and heard Nix rise beside her. She palmed the dagger Nix had given her. In the paranormal world, she was learning things could turn on a dime, so she trusted no one. Not even a shape-shifting crow. And she grew weary of feeling defenseless as each new supernatural entity arrived on her doorstep. Grew restless sitting and waiting on them to come after her.

Crow shuddered like she'd seen a bird do a million times, her feathery black hair buzzing with the movement. "I came with a message only."

"You're an omen of death," Nix snarled, glaring.

Startled, Madison looked at him, every muscle in his body alert, his pistol gripped tight in his hand.

"Sometimes, yes," Crow agreed looking him up and down. "You're cuter in person, Phoenix Birmingham."

"You…" he made a face of disbelief, "You know my name?"

Crow clucked her tongue at him and then swiveled her head to look at Madison. She blinked, slow, like a bird assessing its prey. "The boy has risen from the puppeteer's hell. Evil has been dismantled from his past, but his future isn't set in stone. The choice is his. A blood-father born of the pit will test the mettle of his son again, but the boy owns his future."

Chills scattered across Madison's body. "What does that mean?" She looked at Nix, feeling more than a little paranoid, "What does that mean?" Did it mean Amos could make his own future or would he own the future the demon planned for him? How could she plan if she didn't understand the message?

It frustrated her that Crow did not answer. Nix could only offer an 'I don't know' shake of his head.

Crow looked from Madison to Nix, indicating the next message concerned both of them. "Nix, if you continue to squander and push aside that which you desire the most, you'll fall to a torturous death of your own making. A pact with a devil in a hell you cannot fathom. Leaving those who love you to mourn. After months of agony, you'll break to his satisfaction, become the monster he desires. In your honor, allies will come to your aid and a new Phoenix, battle hardened by flame, pain and shame, will rise from the ashes."

That strange, bird-like piercing stare settled on Madison and she resisted the urge to fidget under the crow's penetrating gaze. "Madison, you'll be plagued by doubt and uncertainty. A mother from the grave complicates everything, leading to a life chiseled with years of wandering war. Lifelong friends will be made and they'll come when you call. Only when he," she nodded toward Nix, "falls will you find your wings and build a fearsome empire. You're strong enough to crush a King, but it'll take courage to do the impossible. Forged in fire, you'll come out the other side, supernaturally strong and greeted by a lover that'll die for you. Trust in the goodness you've instilled in your son and a formidable ally will be forged, one to defeat a second King."

"What does that mean?" Nothing Crow said made sense.

"A death omen," Nix said, disgust darkening his voice.

Crow smiled. "No, a life omen," she said.

~Photo snagged from photobucket. I do not own the photo and do not claim any rights to it. No copyright infringement was intended.~

A New Power is Rising

November 3, 2010

Logan, deeply soaked with unicorn magic, is the ultimate slave to the unicorn, his mind, body and soul completely forfeit to the unicorn's whims. Blake on the other hand has his fair share of troubles with the centaurs, a rival clan to the ones on the farm capturing him and forcing him to see his once innocent world in a different light. The unicorn's son, Keallan, is the brothers' only hope. Can he rise up and overcome his own failings to help the two men before Logan is totally lost and Blake is held forever by the centaur clan? And can all this prevent the bloodshed that will soon follow as the unicorns and the centaurs prepare for war?

Centaur's Awakening will be available on the 15th of November from eXtasy books.

Also, I am doing NaNo this year; although I generally write about 2000 words a day anyway, but it's nice to get a bit of recognition :-)

That damned Nanowrimo!

As suspected, my life is so crazy that I'm already behind on the 2010 nano-adventure. How many words do I have? 1500! Yep, that is all. If I was on track I would have about 6k so far. Btw~ my 13 yr old is doing the youth nano program and is delighted that her word count is higher than mine!

I do love my plot and the characters. I'm tempting my hand at a paranormal with romantic elements. Can I pull it off? I dunno but it is fun. This one is titled Dreaming of Him.

Are you doing Nano? If so, I'd love to hear about your progress and I certainly hope it is going way better than mine!!

Talk to you soon,

Wendy Ely

The Road to Hell...

I finished Phoenix Rising, Book Two in my The Road to Hell series yesterday!! Woot! Woot! The satisfaction of writing "To Be Continued" or "The End" is soooooo amazing. In this case I wrote "To Be Continued". Nothing compares to the excitement that bursts inside me each time I finish a book. Absolutely nothing compares...well, okay, maybe hearing my children cry the first time trumps this feeling, but nothing else comes close. The accomplishment is so singularly stellar it's hard to compete with.

Book One, Pandora's Box (click here for more information on Pandora's Box), doesn't even have a release date yet, so I'm hoping this is a good thing. Ideas for Book Three are already tormenting me. And here I thought I'd get a small break during NaNo so I could write something else! LOL I should have known my Muse wouldn't cooperate. =D

I hope everyone has a killer Halloween!! Stay safe, but scare the pants off someone if you get a chance! Mwhahahaha....

~huggles~
Gracen

Centaur's Awakening Cover Revealed!

Sorry I didn't post last week, I had visitors :-) Again a lot has been going on, but the most exciting writing news is that the Final part of The Pembroke Eve Chronicles, Hope of the Spirit, is out now! Also, here is the cover for Centaur's Awakening...

Centaur's Awakening is part two of The Keeper of the Land series. I have to say, what a fabulous cover. I am thrilled with it :-)

Centaur's Awakening will be available on the 15th of November.

Nanowrimo? I must be crazy!

No, really! I must be crazy to sign up for Nanowrimo this year! Let me tell you how busy I am... I'm in paralegal school, plan a big move sometime in late November, and have just started a new job. Now this? I must've gone nuts.

But I've participated every year since 2003 so why should this year be different? If you don't know what Nanowrimo is, let me give you the details.... you sign up at www.nanowrimo.org . The purpose is to write 50,000 words in 30 days during the month of November.

Jesse's Brother (published with Lyrical Press) was a Nanowrimo project. I also won Nanwriomo with New Year's Resolution (coming soon from Captiva Press)! Crazy as it sounds (and no matter how much I'm convinced that I am nuts), Nanowrimo does jumpstart the creative process to get me writing. I need this right now so I'm game even if I don't win this year. Putting in my best effort counts, huh?

Besides, doing Nanowrimo will give me something to blog about during November so check in here starting next Wednesday to see how I am doing with the word count while juggling the balls of life along with it.

Who else is doing Nanowrimo?

Talk to you soon,

Wendy Ely

And Evil Will Unfold Upon Itself In the End

Excerpt from A Love Beyond Time by Alisha Paige


Clio held tightly to the object within her hand as Ben led her up the steps of the gallows and secured the noose around her slender neck.
“I love you,” he whispered from behind his black hood. Then he put on a show for the bloodthirsty crowd, his voice booming, loud and clear. “What say you, Miss Clio? Are you not a witch? Have you made no contract with the devil?”
“I have not! But you have! All of you!”
The crowd hissed and then chanted, “Die, witch! Die!”
She looked at Ben. His eyes darted to her, beneath his hood and she knew by the curve of his lids that he was smiling. She opened her hand and held it out to the crowd.
“Come see for yourself! Look at what I hold for all of you to see!”
The crowd quieted, drawing closer. Curiosity rose like a fever. Something sparkled within her opened palm and one by one, the townspeople filtered by, looking down at her hand. The first woman to look pulled on Clio’s hand, bringing it closer. She stared down at it, opened mouth, screamed and fled into the woods.
Then a man came; he first looked at Clio. “Is this another spell, witch?”
“See for yourself,” she said. Ever so slowly, his gaze traveled down the length of her and into her palm.
“Oh, my God! My God!” he screamed, holding his hands over his face and then following the woman into the woods.
Another and another came, all of them deathly afraid of what the witch held.
“Stop her!” someone cried. Clio looked up. Minister Parris walked down the center of the now silent crowd. “Enough, witch! Reveal what it is you hold that has crazed half the good folk in Salem!”
“Are you sure, Minister?”
“Put a stop to this, Ben! Take it from her! Reveal what she holds!”
Ben smiled beneath his hood and took her hand in his. He took hold of the object with her and held it up high. Something glittered in the sun, reflecting bright rays upon them all. The crowd gasped, afraid the witch would now cast a spell upon them all. But staring back at them all was the town itself; the people, the accusations, those already dead. It was a tiny mirror. What all of them saw was a reflection of their own cruelness, harsh and crystal clear, reflected within their own souls. The mirror grew like a bubble, expanding over the crowd. The townspeople looked up and saw their own faces, wicked and mean, staring back at one another. Their evil chanting bounced back onto their own ears. They felt what the accused had already gone through. Some were able to escape before the bubble closed over them all. Innocents, really. Children mostly, and those that were only following the frenzy to avoid death themselves. Those of pure souls were salvaged when the bubbled closed, enveloping the hate mongers who had started it all. Ben removed the noose from Clio’s neck and pulled her into his arms as they both watched history unfold onto itself. The townspeople screamed, pounding against the mirror that had taken over their world, a reflection of their own hatred and ignorance. Ever so slowly, the mirror tomb rose off the ground and into the brilliant sunshine, floating on a summer breeze of death long ago but not forgotten. Flying higher and higher into the clouds where it burst into fire.

Buy Link for A Love Beyond Time

MY NEW BOOK COVER!!!!

BLURB:

Where does the road to Hell begin?

What happens when your son turns homicidal overnight, killing the family cat before gutting the family dog? Do you cower in fear or fight for your life? Madison Wescott fights against the odds. Distrustful of a God she doesn't believe in, she finds herself face-to-face with a demonic world she didn't know existed and discovers her own soul is darkened with demonic connections.

With good intentions?

Madison had it all…or thought she did. A husband she adored and a son that brought joy to her life. Then one morning her husband kissed her goodbye, headed off to work and disappeared. Life turned upside down, Madison grows desperate and despondent to help her bloodthirsty son after numerous attempts have failed. Only one man dares to challenge the supernatural forces manipulating them.

Or by demonic design?

Phoenix Birmingham breaches her life in a whirlwind of sarcasm and sexual appeal. A hero for the masses—and for her jaded heart—but few will ever know the sacrifices he has made or the sacrifices to come. Discovering her entire life has been influenced by multifaceted paranormal beings, Madison is determined to defeat the apocalyptic blueprint fate has decreed. Even with Phoenix's aid, can destiny be denied? Or will demonic design prevail and they pay the crucial price with their souls?

In a small, sleepy Alabama town the battle for mankind's liberty has begun...

Paranormal Bad Boys...

Do you love them? Hate them? Or have a love/hate relationship for them? I'm not talking about the "good" bad boys that are the heroes in romance books or movies. I'm talking about the real bad boys of those books or movies. I'm referring to the antagonist that brings the hero and heroine so much angst. The ones you love to hate, but are so sensual, sexy and irresistible, you find yourself cheering for them when you know they're evil! Some memorable evil bad boys for me are:

David in The Lost Boys, who was played by Keifer Sutherland, was a particularly bad boy vampire. I loved him! I wasn't into the "bad boy" hero, Michael, because he was really a "good boy" wanting to be a "bad boy". He lacked conviction and any heartfelt desire to want to be a bad boy. And he was only rebelling because he was upset his mother had relocated them from their friends. I've loved Keifer Sutherland ever since this part. David was sexy, evil, manipulative and, but oh, so easy on the eyes. And I was heartbroken when he was killed…*whimpers* Further complicating my devastation was that his death was unnecessary because he wasn't the master vampire!

Other "bad boys" I loved are Gary Oldman as Count Dracula in the 1992 version of Dracula. Step aside Jonathan Harker and hello, Dracula! Yum! I wanted Count Dracula to win in this movie too!

Another that must receive a mention is Lestat in Queen of the Damned. I read Anne Rice's vampire series and fell in love with Lestat. Lestat was moody, angsty, misunderstood, selfish and immature and I loved all of these flaws. Stuart Townsend did an admirable job—in my opinion anyway—of the character Anne Rice painted on the page.

I can't forget Damon from The Vampire Diaries either. I wouldn't even be watching that show without Damon. He's fun and quirky, brings a level of spice and entertainment to the show. He likes being a vampire and isn't angsty and whining about being one. Seriously, why do the chicks adore a whiny vampire? Who would want to listen to that for an eternity? Ugh! I love a vampire that embraces his/her inner darkness and enjoys being what they've become. So, quit whining already!!!!!!

My final love would be Nikolas, my heroine's ex-husband in Pandora's Box. Pandora's Box is the first book in my The Road to Hell Series that was just contracted with Decadent Publishing. Nikolas is a really evil bad boy and he makes no apologies for his demonic character. In fact, he has reasons for his attitude and he feels they're valid reasons. Nikolas makes demons look like puppy dog kisses and long walks on the beach. And I am so in love with him I don't want to get rid of him. Any girl would be crazy to love Nikolas once he shows his true colors, but he could charm the pants off anyone when he's not showing his inner demon.

So, that leaves me wondering why do I love Nikolas so much and why do I love bad boys in general? Is it because they bring an element of fun to the book or big screen? They keep things spicy? Maybe I love the bad boys because they make our heroes and heroines show their own "inner demon" in order to overcome whatever the bad boy is throwing at them. With Nikolas I can let boundaries drop when I'm writing and he can do anything and get away with it because he's the bad boy. That doesn't mean he gets the girl in the end…or maybe he will. That book is yet to be written…

So, who are some of the "bad boys" you loved, or loved to hate?

~ special thanks to Rie McGaha for giving me the idea for this blog today!~

Happy Friday! Win a copy of Wolf's Soul

Good morning everyone! I am giving away a copy of my latest book, Wolf's Soul. Head over to Romancing the Book or click this link: http://www.romancing-the-book.com/2010/10/excerpt-from-wolfs-soul-by-tierney.html and leave your comment. Hope to see you there. :D

Blurb:

Ruthless, charismatic, and dangerously handsome Shape-shifter, Callum Dyrdek abides by his clan's code—avoid humans at all cost, but protects them from the clan's archenemy, the Blood Robbers. But he broke the rules when he met a beautiful talkative woman he couldn’t stop lusting after. He claims her as his.

Is she worth all the trouble he’s now facing?

Independent and an expert swordswoman, Marisol Saint James never felt the need to depend on anyone. That is until she killed a Shape-shifter. Now she’s on the run with Callum. The drool-worthy, enigmatic Shape-shifter who has made her feel warm all over, took her virginity, and whose kind killed her parents. With no one to turn to, she’s forced to trust him. Until she’s learned his true intention.

Tierney O'Malley

http://tierneyomalley.com

All that scary stuff!

So it is Halloween season and my least favorite time of the year. Yes, my blog partners are going to boo me for that but I just can't help it. I have to admit to my horror movie addiction when I was young. I looooved those movies that gave me nightmares and thinking that there were crazy people ready to kill me hiding around every corner! My favorites were Children of the Corn, Witchboard, and Halloween. These movies scare the crap out of me now! It drives me crazy since I have a child that loves these movies as much as I did when I was her age. She asks me all the time to watch them with her and I do. When I was a girl, I'd watched with wide eyed fascination.... now I gasp and cover my eyes with every single scary moment through out the movie.

And since it is the Halloween season, everything scary has doubled! I will suck it up for another week 2 weeks and then be grateful when things go back to normal!

What are your favorite horror movies?

Weaving True Evil Into Romance Novels

Halloween is just around the corner and that always has me thinking of new story ideas. I love to build a story around true stories or real historical events. I built Nocturnally Vexed around the true story of Jack-the-Ripper and A Love Beyond Time around the Salem Witch Trials.





Now as I wrap up my latest full length and start brain storming for new ideas, I'm thinking of writing about another famous evil person. Elizabeth of Bathory.
Darkness is what I crave. Darkness mingled with romance and passion. If you've never heard of this demonic female, also known as the Countess of Blood, you're in for a Halloween treat. This horrific tale dates all the way back to the 1500's. Elizabeth of Bathory killed local peasant girls, luring them to her castle with promises of well paid servant work. Not only did she and four of her servants kill the girls, but she bathed in their blood with the belief that it would preserve her beauty. She is perhaps the most notorious serial killer of all time. It is believed she killed around 650 girls. She made the mistake of killing a noble girl and the investigation into her wicked habits was ordered. What a challenge to write a romance built around this twisted psycho but I'm up for it! Which true life evil characters would you like to read about or weave into a fictional story?

I'm excited for Halloween. I love taking my three little goblins trick or treating. And can't wait to carve those jack o'lanterns!


And I have a fun book signing the day before Halloween on Oct. 30th from 5 to 7 at D'Vine Wine. Go to Tours on my website for details.

Alisha Paige

What are your Halloween plans?


~Happy Reading and Writing~ Alisha