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Dreaming of Him Excerpts!!

Hiya, friends! I have the excerpts for Dreaming of Him. Can you tell I'm excited?!? Anyway, enjoy the reads....

Dreaming of Him blurb:

The dark brings romance…and death.

Loneliness has clouded Amber Addaire's life, but now she's ready for a change. After a complete makeover still leaves her unhappy, it's only when she starts dreaming of an oddly familiar - and extremely handsome - man that she begins to feel happiness.

Trace Elkson is a spirit stuck on earth long enough to let his childhood friend, Amber Addaire, know how much she meant to him before he died. He can't tell her what he is, or that he's watching over her. He can only communicate with her through her dreams and hopes she will eventually realize who he is.

In the dream realm, Amber falls in love with Trace but can she figure out who he is and join him before his spirit is forced to move on?

WARNING: A deep friendship, impending death, and a life saved.

Excerpt 1:

The man of my dreams stood there, his back to me this time, giving me the opportunity to look at him for any hint of memory. His straight brown hair had recently been cut. Despite the cool temperature, he wore an old t-shirt that seemed to fit over his broad back. The jeans he wore were faded and cupped his ass as if that style of denim had been invented only for him. My stomach fluttered as he turned around, offering a large grin. Had he been waiting for me?

“I’m so glad to find you here,” I said, walking over to him.

He held his arms out and I eagerly stepped into his embrace. It had been so long since I’d experienced this warmth from another person. “I was waiting for you.”

“Can you tell me your name now?”

He shook his head and stepped back. I wanted to stay against his chest. Having him against me washed all of the negativity from my life. “Remember what I asked of you?”

“Yes. You want time.” I turned my back to him. “I never feel this sensation with anyone else.”

****

Excerpt 2:

The sun had begun to sink behind the rippling water of the lake. My favorite time of the night had arrived, along with my favorite season--fall. The cool breeze made me snuggle deeper in my coat. I sat on the large rock, watching the moon glitter over the inky water. This place had been my favorite spot. Always the place I had gone when a problem chewed at my brain, since about age seven.

I felt him approach the rock, but didn’t turn toward him. My gaze stayed fixed on the grooves over the water’s surface. Even his sliding over the rock to sit next to me didn’t steal my attention. At that moment, he didn’t matter to me.

“Amber?”

“Mm hm?” My gaze remained on the lake before me. I had the sense that I had been in this exact situation before. But I didn’t know this man. I was certain of it, even though he felt familiar in a way I couldn’t put my finger on.

“What is bothering you?” He slid his arm around my shoulders and hugged me close, and I rested my head against his shoulder without hesitation.

“How do you know something is bothering me?” Tears of frustration threatened to spill.

“I know you, Amber.” He slid his fingers through my hair. “I can tell when you’re upset about something. What is it?”

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Was he someone I could trust? He must be. Being in his arms felt so right, even without knowing his name. “I’m trying to be someone I’m not.”

“I see.” He really didn’t. He couldn’t possibly understand what a fake life I lived outside of this dream. But he washed away the tension that had been bundling my nerves into tight bands.

“I don’t know what to do about it. That’s why I came here.”

“Because this is your favorite spot to think. Right?”

I pulled from the comfort of his arms. “How do you know that?”

“Because I know you, Amber Michelle Addaire.” He turned to me and clasped my hands in his. “I wish you would realize that.”

“But do I know you? What’s your name?”

His eyes. In each dream, those rich chocolate brown eyes drew me in as though I had once looked into them. Not in the dreams, either. In real life. Had I? Would he tell me this time?

“You’ll know soon enough. Sometimes rushing things ruins the situation. Time, my dear, is everything in this case. Give it all the time warranted.” He stood. “And Amber?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t worry about trying to be someone you’re not. Everyone does that once in awhile. It helps us discover who we really are.” A piece of hair fell down against his tanned forehead as it had the first time he’d joined me at the lake.

The man of my dreams disappeared then, leaving me sitting alone on the rock.

I woke up with a start. Why had he just left willingly this time? It wasn’t as if I had somewhere to go. Saturday morning had arrived, meaning I could sleep in all day. And be with him in my dreams. But nope. He had to disappear, leaving me to wake up in the dreary bedroom, dreading the day ahead.

There really wasn’t any reason to dread the day, either. Things weren’t so bad in my life. Many people in the world had it a lot worse than me, so why couldn’t I see it like that? I tried, damn it, but couldn’t.

***

I don't know about you, but I can't wait for this novella to be released (1-23-12)!!

Talk to you soon,

Wendy Ely

Dreaming of Him blurb is here!

The dark brings romance…and death.

Loneliness has clouded Amber Addaire's life, but now she's ready for a change. After a complete makeover still leaves her unhappy, it's only when she starts dreaming of an oddly familiar - and extremely handsome - man that she begins to feel happiness.

Trace Elkson is a spirit stuck on earth long enough to let his childhood friend, Amber Addaire, know how much she meant to him before he died. He can't tell her what he is, or that he's watching over her. He can only communicate with her through her dreams and hopes she will eventually realize who he is.

In the dream realm, Amber falls in love with Trace but can she figure out who he is and join him before his spirit is forced to move on?

WARNING: A deep friendship, impending death, and a life saved.

Teaser....Wolfgang...Coming October 2011!

Thank you to all my fans in the UK who have made me a best seller! Circle City is now #46 in the UK at Amazon! Wow! I appreciate and love all your fan mail! Soon to release in August is Deadly R&R and my young adult novel, Tusk. Stay tuned for Tusk's upcoming cover art!

Here's a teaser from Wolfgang, a tale of religion and vampirism! Happy Reading!

“I ate half the dust those last hundred miles.” Wolfgang Stone stepped off his shiny black Harley. “I’m getting a beer, want one?”
“Hell, yes.” Rage Stone had talked his brother into riding cross country on a whim. “God, this place is out in the middle of no man’s land.”
“I’ll pay for the gas. You get it next time.”
“Okay.”
Wolfgang wiped his sunglasses clean with the tail of his tailored Armani shirt. He kicked the beat up screen door open with the steel toe of his boot. The place looked like it was stuck in a time warp. The ancient gas station was smack dab in the heart of the 70’s. The scent of bacon and country eggs wafted through the dusty service station. Wolfgang noticed a bell on the counter. How many years had it been since he’d rang one of those? He scratched his jaw and frowned. Movement caught his eye. He saw a woman dressed in a short silk nightie. She hadn’t noticed him and he didn’t want to startle her by calling out. He glanced at his watch. No wonder. It was a quarter to eight. The brothers had driven through the night. They’d have stopped earlier but the oncoming storm provided sufficient cloud coverage for travel without injury. They could continue onward if the rains came.
“Darla! Where are my fucking eggs?”
Wolfgang removed his sunglasses and peered down the hallway. The gas station was connected to a home. The woman walked past again. He watched her fumbling in the cabinets. She cried out when the bacon grease spat her on the arm.
“Make sure you burn them to a crisp.”
The woman looked up when Wolfgang placed two bottles of beer on the counter. He nodded in her direction and she gasped, rushing down another hall. He thought he heard her mumble something to the man. There was no mistaking what the man said next.
“You let him see you dressed like that? You fucking slut! Go get some god damned clothes on and then get me my fucking eggs.”
“I have to cook the bacon first,” she hollered from the hallway.
Both of them had been out of his line of vision but within seconds, the woman was airborne. Without even realizing it, he was entering this couple’s private Sunday morning routine. He stormed down the hall, just in time to see her land against the gas stove. The impact knocked over the pan of sizzling bacon. It splashed onto her backside and she screamed in agony. Wolfgang kneeled over her and placed his palm on her back. The burns disappeared. The damaged skin was left looking pink and new. She raised her head to speak but the man spoke instead.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Wolfgang stood and met the bald man, eye to eye. He smiled, showing off his fangs. The man’s eyes bulged.
“I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” He grabbed him by the shoulders and tossed him into the sky like wedding day rice. Baldy landed on the antlers of a large buck.
The woman screamed, scrambled to her feet and ran to the back door. Wolfgang moved like lightning and landed in front of the door, facing her. She screamed again, pushing against his chest but this time he took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him.


Their eyes locked and her arms fell to her side. She took one shuddering breath, closed her eyes and fell into his arms. He tucked her honey colored hair behind one ear and sniffed her long neck. His crotch tightened. A groan escaped his throat. His fangs grew as he picked her up. He would enjoy her more lying down and right now he couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck her or suck her.
“Wolfgang! Put her down!”
The elder vamp hissed at his brother. Rage was at his side in a flash, his fangs withdrawn.
“I will not. Let’s share her.”
“Fuck that. You promised not to kill. That’s why we’re on this trip.”
Wolfgang’s blue eyes dilated to tiny pin points. His fangs shortened a bit. “She smells so good.” He sniffed her again. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Gorgeous. But she’s not ours.”
One last grunt came from the hanging corpse. Rage turned to see. “Holy shit! What have you done?”
“He threw her across the room. She’s abused.”
Rage dug his fingertips into his eye sockets. “You can’t just kill him.”
“I just did.”
“So I see. Put her down.”
“I will. When I’m finished.”
“I won’t let you kill her.”
“Then I’ll just be her maker. She’ll make for good company on the road. I just saved her from a lifetime of abuse.”
“Are you insane?”
“I’m sure of it.”
The girl moaned. Her eyelashes fluttered.
“Let’s get out of here. She’s waking up.”
“I’m in no hurry.”
A car door slammed. Rage peered down the hall. “Fuck, it’s a state trooper!”
“Shit!”
“Shit is right! We have a dead man hanging on the wall.”
There was a knock at the back door. Rage peered through the peep hole. “It’s him. Let’s get out of here.”
“I’m not leaving her here to take the fall for this.”
“How many women can throw their husbands onto a pair of antlers? Leave her.”
Wolfgang ran down the hall and busted through the screen door. Rage flashed himself outside but his brother was gone. He heard footsteps coming from the side of the house.
"Damn! I’ll come back for the bike."
A bolt of lightning shot across the dusty parking lot. A tumble weed rolled over his boot. Rain slammed into the hot asphalt as Rage disappeared like the wind.

Another Milestone! 1732 Books Sold!!!!!!

Today I'm celebrating another milestone! I crossed over the 1700 mark! Thank you to all my wonderful readers and all my very supportive author friends and family! I am reading and enjoying all of my fan mail and promise to write to every single one of you.

Thank you to our kind mailman for dropping off the mail bag with all the reader fan mail. I can't believe he had to make a special trip. I'll be sure to do something special for him this Christmas with all his trips to my house delivering books, mail and promotional items.

To keep everyone updated....I'm still waiting to hear back on the agent interested in pitching Circle City as an HBO series. I will let you know as soon as I hear back.

Spread love,
Alisha

I did it!

Guess what? I sent out two submissions this month. Dang, it has been forever since I've been focused on writing and it feels great! Okay, so the first book needs some stuff added for it to fit into the publisher's line. I'm working on that part of it. The other book is a paranormal romance novella titled Dreaming of Him. Lyrical Press contracted it! I, my friends, are on cloud 9.







Here is a secret for only you (wink): I don't read paranormal. I don't write paranormal. I only watch paranormal movies when my daughter forces me to. So how the heck did a write a paranormal? You see, my daughter came up with a great idea. We'd write the book together. We got as far as plotting the thing when she decided she couldn't let me read her writing. "You're an author," she said that day, "and I'm not." I decided then that I would write the book for her.







The scheduled release date is January 2012. This one means more to me than any other because my daughter hasn't read any of it yet. I will let her read it when the book is totally finished with the edits.




Anyway, talk to you soon!

Wendy Ely

Excerpt from Circle City: Lord of the Wolfen (On Sale for .99!)

Excerpt

Circle City: Lord of the Wolfen - Book I by Alisha Paige




A lone dog walked the streets of Circle City. He had no fear of being captured or seen by the Wolfen. Tonight was the night of the first full moon after the historical Feral Consummation, a time of great celebration. All of Circle City was invited to the “human” wedding of Axl and Zoe. Though it was all for show, the traditional fanfare usually followed the real deal. Since the ancient ceremony was attended by only males, this wedding had been planned by Sakti and would be attended by all Wolfen and Circle City humans. Rumors were swirling, even as far away as Anchorage where the Kontar lived among the humans. The dog had caught wind of the party weeks ago even though he lived in hiding from his own kind. He had to see if it was true but first, he had to find something else.

The gangly, tortoise shell colored canine snorted, his hot breath forming puffs of smoke above his head as he walked through the gates of the Circle City Cemetery, passing ancient headstones, some now broken from ages of snow and ice. He made his way to the center of the graveyard, leaping over broken stones and fallen frozen branches. His gait slowed as he neared the Wolfen tomb, keeping his head low, ever watching, glancing behind him and moving onward, his belly grazing the ground as he slid beneath the fence and scampered up the stone steps. He lifted his thin muzzle in the moonlight and took a deep breath. The word Wolfdorn, the human surname for the Wolfen clan was etched in giant block letters. He cocked his ears, listening for noise. Organ music drifted from the church. Soon the ceremony would be over. He’d conceal himself here until the people had moved on to the reception.

He sniffed. Nothing.

It was safe to enter. He walked inside the giant tomb, impressed at its enormity. The Kontar tomb was only a fourth the size of this monstrosity. Shadows now concealed him but his night vision could see everything in perfect detail. There were dozens and dozens of slender glass coffins lined in rows. Fresh flowers decorated every single casket. The stench of formaldehyde and stale death clogged his nostrils and he grunted, pointing his nose to the ground, keeping his eyes focused on the wall, reading the etched names as he strode past ancient ancestors of the Wolfen. When he came to the last aisle, he stopped, closed his tired eyes and sniffed. A yelp escaped as he collapsed onto his haunches, then laid flat on his belly.

He could smell her.

Tisa.

He lay there for several minutes before rising. With shaking legs, he stood and walked forward. Lifting with his hind legs, he rested his front paws on the edge of the glass casket, peering inside. A great, mournful whine escaped as he gazed down at her; his wife, his love. His tail shook at a flurry of violent sparkles. Feet flew beneath his hind legs and he grew taller, unable to keep from shifting to a human in all his grief. Now leaning over his dead wife was a gaunt man with short, brown hair and wide brown eyes, conveying all the sadness in the world as tears dripped onto glass as cold as ice. His breath fogged up the coffin and her face disappeared beneath, only the color of her shining ruby red hair shown through. He rubbed it away with a shaking palm and sobbed out loud.

“Tisa, my love! I never abandoned you! I was banished for marrying you. The king wanted you for himself. They took me away and told you lies.”

He collapsed on top of the glass and screamed her name again and again, hoping and praying the Wolfen would hear and end his misery. No one heard his cries. The only sound was the echo of his sobs on the cold, stone walls. He raised his eyes to her name etched on the wall and whispered it again.

“Tisa.”

It had been so long since he’d said it out loud. He kissed his wedding ring and plucked a dead white rose from her funerary flowers. The dog man sat beside her in silence, sniffing, thinking of her and the love they once shared. And suddenly the reality of his nightmare slammed into full focus. Surrounding her were seven miniscule coffins. He gasped, ran a rugged hand through his hair and stood again, rushing forward. Within each coffin lay a body wrapped entirely in white, the customary burial garb for children of the Wolfen. The souls of the innocent were considered so pure their bodies were not allowed to be viewed in death. He walked from casket to casket, touching every one, praying in Kontar tongue between the soft sobs of a broken man. And then he returned to Tisa ’s coffin, opened the latch and raised the lid. He touched her face and smiled through his tears. Blackest grief gripped his heart, squeezing it so that he could scarcely breathe. A tear dropped onto her lips and he kissed it away ever so softly.

“We will meet in the next life, my love.”

With shaking hands, he closed the casket and fastened the latch before shifting back into a dog and darting back into the night, bounding down the tomb steps, running straight down the center of the cemetery, leaping over a giant angel with icicles hanging from her wings and past the gates. He ran down the middle of the road, harboring no fear as he sprinted to the church and walked around to the side stained glass windows. He pressed his nose against the glass and sniffed. It wasn’t his imagination. He thought he had caught the scent when he’d walked into town.

His eyes flashed open, changing from brown to burning red. He sniffed again, whining softly.

He was sure of it. He sniffed and closed his eyes. Now he wondered why his sister, Magna had never told him. He knew she was working for the Wolfen and had cut ties with the Kontar though he knew how to get in touch with her if he needed to.

The scent flooded his nostrils.

The Scraffen. He was sure of it.

It was all he could do to restrain a growl. Inside was one of his own. Ivan panted, pacing back and forth, his mind reeling. One pup had survived.


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A Tiny Taste

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Today I thought I'd give you a tiny taste of my full length paranormal romance, Circle City:Lord of the Wolfen ~ Book I. Wow! Could you imagine feeding a kitty cat like this? Yikes!!!



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Excerpt for Circle City: Lord of the Wolfen ~ Book I
Zoe stacked frozen venison steaks into the oversized freezer on the back porch while the puppy relieved himself near a frozen boulder. She heard a twig snap then the sound of crunching snow. The puppy didn’t weigh enough to crunch snow and wasn’t near the woods. A chill snaked down her spine. She felt eyes on her. Someone was watching. In a rush of panic, she reached for her rifle leaning against the cabin. A gray blur flew past her. She grabbed the rifle and raised it, blinking, scanning.
Nothing.
And then the puppy was yelping, held in the jaws of an enormous gray wolf. Zoe took a step forward, cocked the rifle. The wolf growled, baring his fangs while the puppy dangled helplessly, kicking like a frenzied jack rabbit. She took another step forward and from out of the woods and rushing from the sides of her cabin, a circle of wolves emerged, all of them growling, approaching with canines flashing.
Huge wolves.
Like the one she’d killed by the creek. Like Jack’s mother.
She blinked and realized in a split second that she’d never kill them all. She took a step backward onto the porch, reaching blindly for the door behind her while she struggled to hold the rifle up with one arm. And then one of them from the left pounced on her and both of them fell into her open doorway. She screamed and fought as the wolf snapped at her throat, spilling blood, nicking her with one sharp canine. Her world swam before her. The panic and fear was all too much. She knew she’d soon die and though it would end her pain, she realized in that final moment of consciousness that she wanted to live.
More than anything.
Jacob’s face flitted through her mind and she felt the sensation of her husband holding her close, breathing into her ear.
Another wolf bounded into the cabin and changed into a man when his feet hit the worn wooden floors. He grabbed the wolf by the scruff of his neck and slammed him against a wall. “I want her alive!”
Lord of the Wolfen turned and growled at the lesser wolf now shaking his head in the corner. “Take her to the caverns,” he ordered.
The wolf nodded in answer and was changed in two steps, now a bulky man with black, spiky hair. He grabbed a quilt off the bed and wrapped the woman carefully. Blood oozed from her neck. He licked it clean and then hauled her over one shoulder. When the three stepped outside, the wolves were now all standing in human form. All of them were men except for the young woman who carried the whining puppy.
Dacien withdrew a wooden flute from his coat pocket and blew three silent notes. From both sides of the cabin came four dog sleds, led by a fleet of rambunctious, glorious, white Alaskan huskies, blue eyed smiling creatures of servitude. Kory took the puppy in his hands and hugged him, breathing in his scent. “We’re going home, grandson.”
The Wolfen boarded elaborate sleds with red velvet covered seats and fastened fur lined hats over their heads. This part of the woods was secluded with only a few homes between Zoe’s cabin and the caverns, but they could not risk being seen as wolves, particularly during hunting season. The few times they’d actually come across people, Kory used his Russian accent and had said they were vacationing in the area. He’d remembered to erase the person’s memory on all but one occasion. And it had been a grave error. The local sheriff had stopped them, looking for some hunters who had reportedly killed two polar bears. And it had been true.
Lord of the Wolfen had killed two of the creatures for the waxing ceremony, celebrating the young males coming of age in the clan. The bears had been the main course for the feast. The sheriff had let Kory go, bidding him a safe trip but the wolf had smelled the man’s disbelief, a scent akin to dry earth. The Wolfen were now being watched and Kory continued to curse himself for failing to hypnotize the man and erase his memory when he’d had the chance.
A fierce north wind blew the snow into their faces, but the dogs knew the way. Night had fallen when they reached the caverns. Dacien leapt from his sled, turning into a wolf in mid air, springing into the cave and down the narrow, freezing pathway that led to the secret snow covered entrance. Upon arrival, he shifted back and unlocked the circular roof, allowing the clan passage into their home underground.
The caverns of the Wolfen were fifteen hundred years old. A mansion beneath the earth with two dozen rooms, housing Lord of the Wolfen, his family, his brothers and their families. It was their loyalty to one another that had kept them alive and thriving for so long.
Tisa’s banishment had been hard on all of them and now her death had plunged them all into darkest mourning. But there was much to celebrate tonight. One of the pups had survived. The woman’s sacrifice to the Holy Trinity would at least now be delayed. She would die for killing Tisa.
But not tonight.
Kory would allow his grandson the grand honor, but first he had to grow into a man.
A Wolfen man.
The Kontar and Ivan would be dealt with soon. And Kory knew just how to punish them all for his daughter’s death.

~Have a Terrific Tuesday!
****Spread Love,
Alisha ****

Axl is HERE! Can you say YUMMY?

I'm super thrilled and excited this week! I just received my cover art from my very talented cover artist, Tamra Westberry! BTW, Tamra does freelance covers for sixty bucks. She will also design the print version of your cover, which includes the spine and the back for no additional charge! See the clickable banner at your right. It will take you directly to her cover artist site. And if you're looking for another great author, check out her books as well! She writes as Tara West.

Tamra has designed five of my covers. See Canyon Wolf Bride and The Wooden Nickel covers on the right hand side of this blog. Two of my very favorite covers! She will make changes on your cover until you are absolutely happy with the final design. A total professional.

Let me give you some examples of her creativity. I told her my book was set in Alaska. She sent me a background photo of the aurora borealis with a moon. She had the foresight to think of the Alaskan skies and to incorporate a moon since my book is about werewolves! Wow! She also came up with the cool design around the title which I didn't even mention to her because I had no way to describe what I wanted, which was some sort of cool design to offset the title and stress the word "circle", which has more meaning to the reader than you realize at first glance. Somehow her artist instinct picked up on it and came up with the very cool design! And she also knows which font will perfectly convey the tone of any book.

Do you notice anything unique about my hero's eyes? She even pays attention to tiny details like that. Pretty awesome, huh?

My cover model is gladiator, Sam Bond. I think he is just about the sexiest man alive!

Circle City: Lord of the Wolfen - Book I ~ Axl's Story will release this week! Available in ebook at Amazon and Barnes and Noble for all ereaders, Kindle, Nook, iPad, and Sony readers for .99! This is a full length paranormal erotic romance of 106,000 words.

Blurb
On the edge of civilization, there is a place called Circle City, Alaska. The last town before the Yukon Flats gives way to frigid desolation. When Zoe O'Brien, a secluded widow, kills a crazed mother wolf and saves the only cub from sure death, she ignites a war between the Wolfen Clan and the Kontar Clan. The wolf people have been enemies of the dog people for centuries and the cub she takes in is heir to the Wolfen throne. Taken prisoner by the Wolfen for murder and kidnapping, Zoe is forced to see and do things with creatures she never knew existed, held against her will in a world she both desires and fears. Axl Wolfdorn is coming of age, ready for his Unleashing and on the hunt for his Moonswan, the female he will choose for the Chase and the royal Feral Consummation. But how can he consider bonding with a mate when the only scent deep within his nose is the tangy scent of the woman who saved his life, the very woman who forced his clan into war, the woman he must now kill to avenge his mother's death?


Have a great Tuesday!

Spread Love ~ Alisha

Coming Soon....Circle City: Lord of the Wolfen~Book I

On the edge of civilization, there is a place called Circle City, Alaska. The last town before the Yukon Flats gives way to frigid desolation. When Zoe O'Brien, a secluded widow, kills a crazed mother wolf and saves the only cub from sure death, she ignites a war between the Wolfen Clan and the Kontar Clan. The wolf people have been enemies of the dog people for centuries and the cub she takes in is heir to the Wolfen throne. Taken prisoner by the Wolfen for murder and kidnapping, Zoe is forced to see and do things with creatures she never knew existed, held against her will in a world she both desires and fears.

Excerpt from Circle City
The guard busted in again. “Come on, Wolfie. You’re on.” The bastard sneered. He held the door open for her with a fat cigar jabbed between his meaty fingers. Rosemary waved the smoke away with her hand as she ducked beneath his arm.
The chanting was now a drum beat of male’s voices. Her head hurt. She fought the rage building within her.
“Wolf girl! Wolf girl! Wolf girl!”
The guard walked her to the back of the stage and pointed to a long wall of silver streamers.
The entrance to the stage.
She peered around the corner of the waving streamers and saw a sea of dog men, all of them with short, cropped hair, pumping fists wildly. There was a giant cloud of smoke hovering above the crowd. She coughed. And the place stunk of rum. She had no idea the dogs were into island drinks. Odd.
“Go on, Wolfie.” The guard chuckled and gave her a shove forward.
She stumbled in her three inch heels and walked toward the streamers.
Oh holy Seraphina, protect me.
Tossing her blazing red hair behind her, she walked through the streamers, feeling each one tickle her shoulders and then fall off, reminding her there was no turning back. The crowd went wild. The dogs rose to their feet, hooting and hollering, whistling so high she had to shake her head several times. Didn’t that hurt their damn ears as much as hers?
Nickleback’s Rock Star blasted over the speakers. Her heart thumped in her chest as she danced over to the pole and jiggled her ass.
Totally clueless. With both hands, she grabbed the pole and swung herself around. Hey, this wasn’t so hard. She arched her back, kicked her leg into the air and tossed her head. The men went wild. Blazing hot lights heated her skin in an instant. Sweat trickled between her breasts. She licked her lips when a drop threatened to fall from them. Just that one move had them whistling that damn insane high pitch again. She grimaced and shook her head, pressing her hands onto her ears. The whistling grew louder, piercing her eardrum, stabbing her brain until she thought she’d scream. She turned to run off stage and just when she headed for the wall of streamers, she saw two dog men standing there, their beefy arms crossed, shaking their heads no.
She heard a loud pop. Wet warmth filled her ear. She screamed, fell against the stripper pole and slid down, her legs falling into splits. The dog crowd howled and whistled like mad. She squeezed her eyes shut. Just when she thought she’d die from the mind numbing whistles piercing her like icicles to the brain, it all stopped. She felt the vibrations of footsteps on the stage before she heard them. Dread washed over her. What could silence the crowd like that? A crowd of drunken, horny Kontar weren’t easily controlled or so she thought.
The footsteps stopped at her side. She knew someone was standing there but she was too afraid too look. And her brain was still buzzing, recovering from the whistle torture. The blazing spotlights were shadowed. From beneath her closed lids, she knew a figure was hovering over her.

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

Incredible Giveaway you wouldn’t want to miss—ALPHA, a paranormal romance filled with fantasy elements like werewolves, zombies, and steamy, erotic scenes by Molly Maddox.

“A short delicious read and very very satisfying.”

BIG FLESH

 

He was fat. Not pudgy, but fat. Five-eight and about two-hundred thirty pounds, he smoked cigars, greased his black hair into a pompadour, and had a small redheaded girlfriend with a whiny voice she probably thought sounded inquisitive. When she tripped away merrily to work at nights, we curled up puppy-style in their bed and watched Batman the Animated Series and Venture Brothers and Futurama until, one tight November evening, he told me he loved me. And I, fragile and foolish as I was, accepted his love, and returned it.

 

The thing ended up exploding, but I don’t have to tell you that. My stint as the Other Woman was my last, but one part of the affair stuck with me to this day. That thing is my love of big men.

 

Life opened up for me. Big men were on every corner, they came into my work every day, I saw the lovably oafish neighbors and husbands on TV as sudden sex symbols, dripping with luscious charm. You never saw them with their clothes off—that was reserved for comedic relief—but you suspected that what simmered beneath the surface of those button-downs and heavy sweaters was too sticky for normality to handle. Swathes of hair, tight pink nipples, taut-drawn bellies and broad, cushioned chests. The exterior, that vapid mask of stereotype, clicked into place to shield us from their raw sensuality.

 

While traveling in the circles of big men, I’ve found a lot of things. The first is a usual development of a higher personality: a faster wit, a stronger voice, a more omnivorous mind. This may be because, as fat boys, they get shit anyway…so what’s the harm in admitting that you love Journey? Another theory is that, as far the taller of the kind go, there’s a certain aspect of danger in confronting a big man…and in courting one. It tickles my biological funny bone to realize the big man on my arm is my lover, my partner, and my bodyguard, not that I’d need any from the list. And lastly, their interests tend to be more diverse and, dare I say it, more forgiving, than their slimmer counterparts.

 

In my book, Alpha, our protagonist Janey falls for the powerful, gentle, and chunky Seamus, a wolfman who runs a fractured pack in post-apocalyptic Manhattan. Janey herself is no shrinking violet, no limp-backed damsel: she commands a brigade of scooter soldiers against the hordes of infested undead. They share a series of interests that any sexy nerdgirl or -boy would relate to—comics, old movies, and sci-fi become their respite from the dangerous world outside—and also a string of sexual encounters that span from true-love-making to BDSM adventure.

 

Honestly, Seamus’ bigness doesn’t feature prominently in the story, but I won’t apologize for a hero who wears his hedonism in his belly. And Janey’s no airbrushed sprite herself: pierced and pocked and emotionally immature, she has a lot of growing to do herself, and a lot of kinky fantasies to explore.

 

I’ve heard it’s an intense and visceral story, both from men and women. I think it speaks some hidden truths about our current preferences, the turn of Third Wave feminism, that flesh is flesh, and no one’s perfect, but everyone’s beautiful. Or whatever you like. You’re the reader.

And I’m always up for suggestion.

 

 

 

Blurb: Janey Hyde is fighting to keep her people alive in a Manhattan ravaged by zombies. Seamus, the leader of a werewolf pack also on the island is doing the same. Will an alliance between them be the salvation of their tribes? Or is the intense attraction they feel for each other going to be their downfall? Exploring love, lust, war, and politics, ALPHA is the debut novel from writer Molly Maddox. Seamus's pack isn't ready to accept a human in their midst, and attracted to him as she is, Janey isn't sure she's ready to submit to an alpha male when it could undermine her authority with her own people. But there is more at stake than her pride and his principles, and only by working together will they find a future.

 

Excerpt: http://www.scribd.com/doc/19198154/Alpha-by-Molly-Maddox

 

Bio: Molly Maddox is a graduate student in Denton, Texas.  She is a lifelong fan of both sexiness and nerdiness and has been looking for a way to combine them since the sight of a slinky red-garbed Nyota Uhura crossed her eye as a child.  Lately she writes, illustrates, and works a nine-to-five while a creepy ginger cat snoops over her shoulder.

 

Buy link: http://www.scribd.com/doc/19198154/Alpha-by-Molly-Maddox

 

Links:  Art: www.mcfarlandkathleen@deviantart.com

Writing: Moll Maddox on Facebook

 

Alpha is available as an original ebook from Circlet Press,
available for sale at all major ebook retailers, including
Barnes & Noble.com and the Amazon Kindle Store, and
downloadable from circlet.com.

 

Thanks so much!

Moll

 

WIN ALPHA

Leave your comment for Moll, follow this blog and you’ll be entered  to win. Promo this giveaway to your blog, twitter, goodreads, anywhere and you’re name will be entered in the drawing five times. If you can’t follow, that’s fine. You’ll still be entered in the contest.

Winner will be announced Friday, February 19, 2010

 

Thanks!

Tierney O’Malley

Nocturnally Vexed...In Print Dec. 2nd!

The wait is over!


Vex had never wooed a human and he wasn’t certain he had a clue of how to go about it, but Chastity, he decided, was worth it. The quicker he could claim her as his mate, the better he liked it. The question was, could he protect Chass from the denizens of Xurath—the bloodsuckers and shifter-rapts that lived among the humans and preyed upon them? Could he protect her from his own beasts?

Rating: Sensual/spicy

Read an Excerpt of Nocturnally Vexed!

~Happy Reading!
Alisha

So much going on!

Hello everyone! I've got lots of fun stuff going on lately to share with you all! I'm so excited.

First, I wanted to let everyone know that my book is out! Yay! You can check it out at The Wild Rose Press. I'm thrilled to say that as of last night, it was ranked at #4 for bestsellers in paranormal romance. Here's hoping it reaches the top 10 of all bestsellers!



Last week, I got the pleasure of having a mini tarot reading done for me. I thought I'd share it with you all today. Here's the reading...

The question was...How can I make my life better?

The 7 of Swords (reversed)
The 10 of Swords
The 5 of Cups

This reading is Situation-Challenge-Opportunity with one card representing each

The 7 of Swords is usually a card that means someone is being sneaky with you - or not telling you the whole truth. As the card is reversed, this means there is some type of challenge surrounding this issue. For some reason the thought of your not telling yourself the whole truth about something surfaces - are you in some way not looking at something with full perspective? It can be so easy to have trouble seeing the forest from the trees in our own lives.

The Challenge card, the 10 of Swords is quite interesting because the 10 of Swords means that a Karmic cycle is complete in your life. So if you have been longing to improve things or make changes in your life - have faith that THIS is the ideal time to put these changes into action. You have just completed a cycle and are entering a time of new beginnings. Try looking at your world and opportunities with fresh eyes.

Your Opportunities Card is the 5 of Cups. I don't know if you've seen this card before...in the Ryder Waite deck it is depicted by a man/woman with their shoulder slumped and several spilled cups in front of them. The traditional meaning of this card is "emotional loss" and "grieving" or "letting go." Remember that this is an opportunity for you - time to let go of what isn't working, things, relationships or events that do not serve you so you can step forward into your new life with faith and excitement. Universal Law states that we must release the old to welcome in the new. That's what you are doing now - releasing the old and welcoming in the new. Say, "Hello new life!"

Sounds pretty good to me. I can say it was pretty right on. If you'd like to have your very own tarot reading, you can check out Aimee St. Claire. She does a reading every Tuesday on her blog.

Release day! Almost here!

Well, this is an exciting week for me. My book Love Can Be Murder will be released from The Wild Rose Press on Wednesday!

It’s so amazing. It feels like it’s been forever since I signed that contract, yet it feels like it was only yesterday, too. So much has happened, yet nothing has either. I’m excited, yet scared. Hard to believe I could have so many conflicting emotions going on at once. :D I tell you, I feel like I’ve been run through the wringer with all these feelings stirring around inside. All in all, I think the excitement has won out.

A little about the book…

Alexander Forsytheʼs house is haunted. One wouldn’t think a hundred and three year old vampire would let a little ghost bother him, but this particular house guest has outstayed her welcome.

Alex detests witchcraft, but after discovering his ghost, Abbie, is the ancestor of the local witch, Willow Cowan, his choices are limited. Alex calls on Willow to help evict his ghostly tenant, but he begins to wonder if the sexy spell-caster might be more trouble than the ghost.

Willow thinks Alex needs her magical abilities to remove the spirit from his house. What she doesnʼt realize is that his specter is her long lost ancestor. Sheʼs not sure she wants to help the gorgeous vampire in his ghost hunt, until she sees a long lost family heirloom on display in Alexʼs house.

Alex is adamant that the necklace belongs to him.. Itʼs been in his family since it was created for the wife of a distant ancestor. The necklace had been given to every wife of the first born son. Heʼs reluctant to give away his precious heirloom to a witch.

Can they learn to work together and get past their differences? Or will Abbie be the one obstacle they can’t remove?

You can check it out at The Wild Rose Press. Remember, it’s available on Wednesday August 26, 2009!

For more information on me and what I'm working on, stop by my website. I'd love the company!