Monthly Archives: October 2012
Welcome back to the Book Nook. Always happy to have you stop by. 🙂
I am working on posting more regular content to the blog, and it’s been tough to balance writing and blogging. So I decided I needed to ‘share the stage’ a bit more and reach out to other authors. Feature their wonderful works and stories more often — not just their covers and an occasional review. Heck, I was an avid reader first.
Anyway, as part of my effort to branch out more, I have started a new feature I like to call New Release News, and today I have an Evernight Publishing release to share with you all — The Good Sister (Part Two) by London Saint James.
Because there is nobody better to tell you about their “baby” than the author, here’s London to tell you all a little bit about her and her second steamy installment.
Thanks so much for having me today to talk about my newest release, The Good Sister (Part Two). Inspiration to write, for me anyway, comes from so many different things. A place, a picture, a song, a poem, and even quotes. The idea for The Good Sister came from a quote, and blossomed into a two book series. Here’s the quote that started it all:
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
by London Saint James
Release Date: Nov. 1, 2012
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Erotic Romance
Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison. The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she really longed for—love.
When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with his decision?
Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?
Note: The Good Sister 2 is the completion of a two-book, erotic contemporary series. Best if read in order. The Good Sister 2 contains anal sex, abduction and attempted rape of the heroine by a secondary character.
The Good Sister Part Two Excerpt:
The ride back to the chateau was brief, only because I curled up on Ashton and fell asleep. I was surprised when he woke me with the news we had arrived, nonetheless happy to feel his lips pressed firmly upon mine. When the kiss became a little more heated, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, our exit from the car waited.
“Ashton, we should get out of the car because if we continue I may do naughty things.”
Ashton guffawed. “Yes, I am in agreement, my dove. And by the by, you need to button your shirt.”
“And you need to zip your pants.”
Clothes straightened, breath regained, and thoughts cleared, we left the confines of the car. When we walked through the door of the chateau, everyone came to meet us. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was the fact everyone seemed to be on edge.
“Welcome back, my petit,” Jacqueline greeted, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Why is everyone looking like someone died?”
“Reid is here,” Breeze confessed in a rush, blurting out the words. “He’s been on a rant.”
As if a tornado called forth on cue, Reid stormed into the foyer.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Do you know how worried I have been about you? I knew Archer was coming, but you never said anything about leaving with him.”
“Reid,” Alec, Jacqueline’s muscle and right hand man, said in his warning voice. “You will calm your voice and control your anger while speaking with Trinity, or I will throw you out.”
Ashton stepped in front of me.
“Reid,” he said, and to my surprise he was using a polite tone. “I understand how you might worry for Trinity. However, I can assure you, I would never allow any harm to befall her.”
Reid’s eyes flickered fury.
“Archer.” Reid’s voice sounded as though acid was on his tongue. “I really could care less what you have to say.”
“Stop it!” I said. I huffed around Ashton, feet planted firmly. “Reid, you have no claim over me nor do you have any say in who I spend my time with or where I go.”
Reid glared at me for a moment then the glare changed to anger apparent as his features turned to stone. His silver eyes narrowed. Ashton held on to my waist, as if he were ready to snatch me back and pummel Reid if necessary.
“Trinity,” Reid said through clenched jaw. “Do you want to tell me something?”
“No,” I said, lifting the set of my chin.
“So you don’t want to tell me why you are wearing a fucking rock on your hand?”
Immediately, everyone seemed to stare at my hand.
“Well…” Ashton smiled. “We were going to make a formal announcement, but since Addison is set on making a scene,” Ashton said, taking hold of my hand. “I have asked Trinity to marry me, and she has accepted my proposal.”
A cacophony of noise followed. Gleeful laughter from all my sisters could be heard. Sincere congratulations from Alec. A hitching breath from Jacqueline, and a quite loud, “Fucking hell, you have got to be pulling my dick!” from Reid.
“Reid, I swear. You may be my friend, but I want to punch you in the face!”
“Trinity,” Reid muttered, looking almost befuddled. “Fucking shit!” he yelled.
He balled up his fist before he threw up his hands. Reid turned and stormed past everyone, cussing all the way out the front door before he slammed it with a thundering shake.
Ashton smiled his wicked smile, gazing at me. “That went rather well,” he said with a tone of not quite joking.
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Author: Rebecca Brochu
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Paranormal Erotic Romance
Keywords: Paranormal, M/M Romance, Erotic, Shifters
Release Date: October 20, 2012
Darin Brightmore is a nurse who runs to escape the stress of his job. He’s unprepared when a routine trip down a local hiking trail lands him in the arms of a sexy stranger. Darin is instantly drawn to the charming Raylan and is disappointed when their encounter is cut short. Shortly after the encounter his life takes a turn for the strange.
Raylan Loup is a werewolf who is beyond pleasantly surprised when he stumbles across the enticing Darin one late afternoon. Determined to claim the quirky nurse as his own Raylan sets out to win Darin over. Unfortunately the appearance of a Huntsman dead set on putting Raylan down turns what should have been a routine courtship into a battleground.
Can Darin accept all of the danger that comes with being Raylan’s mate or will he wish he never let the wolf at the door into his heart?
Raylan presses their joined hands to Darin’s stomach, and his other arm comes up to wrap around his chest so that his hand is hooked around the curve of Darin’s opposite shoulder. They fit together like puzzle pieces, and Darin isn’t ashamed of the way his stomach clenches and his cock goes hard and long in his loose fitting pants. Not when he can feel every inch of Raylan against him and he knows that the werewolf is just as affected. Raylan dips his head and nudges Darin’s to the side so that he can run his nose along the length of his throat.
“You have no idea what it did to me to have you ask for something. What it did to the wolf to have you participate, even unknowingly, in the gifting. It took all the control I had left not to come for you then. Not to push my way into your life and take and take until there was no part of you I hadn’t touched, no part I hadn’t tasted. No part of you that wasn’t completely mixed with a part of me.” Raylan’s teeth close over the tender flesh of Darin’s neck, and he whimpers, hips bucking up and fingers tightening around Raylan’s hand.
Raylan doesn’t stop. He just tightens his hold on Darin’s shoulder, squeezes his hand in return, and grinds the long arch of his cock against Darin’s ass. When he finally pulls away, Darin is breathless and knows that he’s going to have one hell of a mark. It makes something inside of him sit up and whine, makes him want to beg Raylan to do it over and over again, to mark him from head to toe.
“It got worse when I had to leave, when the Huntsman was so hard on my trail I had to disappear for a while to try to make it seem like I’d moved on. I was two states away and the wolf would take over, would drag me almost halfway here before I could take control back enough to turn around.” Raylan whispers the words into Darin’s ear.
“I-I don’t understand. Why would the wolf drag you back here when there’s danger?” Darin does his best to keep his voice even, but he knows he’s failing, can feel the tremors that are wracking his body and the way his heart’s beating fast enough to burst.
“Because it wants you, too, just as bad as I do, and it didn’t like being away from you, being unable to protect you. And then last night when you helped me, when you treated the wound, put me in your bed and then slipped in beside me like a true mate would, I couldn’t help but move things forward to the next step.”
Darin remembers the hot press and glide of bodies and hands, the thick heat of Raylan pressed against him and the tight ring of his fingers as he wrung Darin’s orgasm out of him. He has a fairly good idea of what the third step is. He can vaguely remember Raylan rubbing his back, the warm dampness of his hand and the way his skin had been sticky and itchy this morning. His dawning awareness must show somehow because Raylan’s laughing again, a dark husky chuckle that sends puffs of warm air across the mark on Darin’s neck.
“Hmm, I enjoyed it, too, enjoyed rubbing my scent onto you and yours onto me, enjoyed the thought of you lying there asleep, so trusting and smelling of our sex. It’s a sign that you’re mine, that you belong to me and that I’m going to mate you. If another wolf got anywhere near you they’d know right away that you were taken. It’s still a struggle not to bend you over this counter and take you, to hold back and not fuck you right here in this kitchen until you can’t move, can’t think, without feeling me inside of you. The scenting helps, even though the fact that it’s faded a bit because of your shower is slowly driving me crazy. I want to be so deep inside your skin that you’ll never wash me off.”
Raylan untangles their fingers, and his now free hand skims its way beneath Darin’s too large shirt, and he hooks a thumb in the waistband of his pants. His fingers caress the arch of Darin’s cock, finding the little wet spot on the fabric that’s proof of just how affected Darin is and worrying it with a nail.
“As a matter of fact, I think I’ll fix that problem right now.”
As most of you know, I can be quite the cover whore, so I just love having the chance to be part of so many really great cover reveals. This one is certainly no exception.
Today’s cover reveal is for the second book in Emi Gayle’s 19th Year series, DAY AFTER, which will release from J. Taylor Publishing in May 2013.
Demon crypts. Vampire lairs. Glowing angels. Sexy sirens. The stuff of fiction.
Or so Winn Thomas always thought.
Since being accepted into the fold of the supernatural, he knows better. None of what he imagined is true, but everything he feared is, and binding himself to his changeling girlfriend until her nineteenth birthday will give him an education far beyond what he’d get at his human high school.
Luckily, Winn’s not giving up, he won’t back down, and he definitely isn’t going to run away with his tail between his legs. After all, only werewolves have tails. Right?
In this, the second of the 19th Year trilogy, Winn’s facing the challenge of one lifetime. If he doesn’t learn the truth about mythological creatures, his girlfriend Mac Thorne won’t either. That means, in six months, when she chooses her final form, she won’t know what to pick.
Winn, though, has his own ideas about Mac’s final selection—plans she knows nothing of.
He intends to have her pick human.
Whether she can or not.
Other Books in this series include:
After Dark (Book 1)
My thoughts: I really like this cover. It goes well with the cover of the first novel in the series and definitely peaks my interest in the story. There is a nice darkness to it that fits the blurb nicely, and I really like the shadowed cloaked figure to the right of who I assume to be the main character, Winn.
What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section below. I love hearing what others think of these covers when they come out.
In my time in the writing biz, I have made a few close friends of the writerly persuasion. I am happy to say, my guest today, is one of those friends. I met Jocelyn Adams through a critique site we both used at the time, Scribophile.com. If you aren’t familiar with the site and you write, you are missing out. While a peer critique site, it has been invaluable to me in making connections and forming friendships with authors I have grown to love and admire.
In this particular case, Jocelyn Adams is the kind of writer that I strive to be. She inspires me with her gift for storytelling and with her amazing ability to finish entire novels in less time than it takes me to come up with a title for one.
The second novel is Ms. Adam’s Lila Gray series, Shadowborn was released from J. Taylor Publishing on October 1st. If you haven’t ordered a copy or added this one to your Goodreads TBR pile, you are seriously missing out.
Here are the details on the newest release:
That’s the question Lila Gray asks every time yet another bad guy tries to destroy the earth, and she learns she’s the only one who can stop it. Once again, something’s on the prowl, leaving hundreds of comatose, soulless victims in its wake.
Couldn’t the deadliest assassins of the Otherworld go after someone else instead of the brand new Queen of the Seelie? One who still hasn’t adapted to her new role.
Lila would ask Liam Kane, King of the Unseelie, for advice, but something’s off with him, too. He’s holding back. In some way. About some thing. In fact, he refuses to tell her what’s going on.
The truth holds Lila back from the greatness of her role—the people she was born to lead—the man who she desperately loves—and the solution to the latest war raging around her.
To find the answers, she’ll need to fight through her own darkness and embark on a journey through her psyche.
If she doesn’t succeed, the Shadowborn will claim not only her world, but her soul.
While I have a full review of the novel to come, today Jocelyn Adams was kind enough to allow me to share with you a special Halloween themed Lila Gray short.
I’m beyond excited to have a chance to be the first to share it with you all.
Devil in Heels – A Lila Gray Short
I groaned as Brígh spun me toward the mirror. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Oh, suck it up, Lila. It’s fun.” Rock music shook her house from the party going on beyond her bedroom door. “You said you’ve never dressed up for Halloween, so now’s your chance.”
“I think you missed the part where I said dressing up is lame and even as a kid, before the world went to shit, I never dressed up. And since when do fae celebrate a human occasion?”
“Oh, hush with your minor details.” Her fingers fluffed my hair. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”
“Do I have to?”
The smack sound came before the sting in my shoulder. “Yes, you do.”
Chuckling, I rubbed my arm. “Damn, that hurt. You’re so dainty I didn’t think you had it in you.” At her huff, I sighed. “Fine, fine, I’ll look.”
I opened my eyes to the reflection of a short red vinyl skirt that barely covered my naughty bits. Black fishnet stretched over my legs, at least what wasn’t hidden behind thigh-high red boots with silver heels that could have skewered a wild boar. On top, she’d squeezed my girls into a black corset with red silk ribbons as laces.
I glared at her reflection in the mirror, though she only grinned in return, her sapphire Seelie eyes sparkling with it. “You have got to be freakin’ kidding me. What the hell am I supposed to be?”
“The last few pieces you’ll have to add using glamour.” She pranced in place, wearing her black vinyl cat suit complete with tufted ears. Her pink ringlets bounced with the motion.
My fingers massaged my temples. “And what would those be?”
“Um … your red devil horns and tail?”
I whirled to face her. She took a step back. “A devil, Brígh? The entire fae nation, both of them in fact, already think I’m Lucifer’s nasty step-sister.”
She waved me off with a flick of her black-painted fingernails. “No, they don’t, and you’re not just a devil.” Her grin widened. “You’re a smoking hot, sexy as hell devil. You’re positively sinful in that outfit.” She squealed and danced over to the door. “He’s going to love it.”
My heart stumbled before sprinting. “Who’s going to love it?”
She shrugged, winked and pulled the door open, flooding the room with music and excited voices from the revelers in full party swing. “You’ll see.”
I stared after her as she walked out in her high heeled shoes, swinging her kitty tail in her fingers. She couldn’t have meant … no, that would be insane. Liam was an Unseelie fae, enemy of my people since some idiotic war separated us. He hadn’t been allowed inside the gateway to Dun Bray in months despite my efforts to change the old laws.
Unwilling to get my hopes up only to have them dashed, I shook off thoughts of seeing my secret lover tonight, and used my glamour to finish off my costume as Brígh had instructed. She’d only nag me until I complied anyway. By the time I’d finished, two short red horns poked out from my hair and a long, arrow-head tail swung behind me.
My cheeks heated as I exited her bedroom and stepped into the large party room her ancient shifter house had created for the occasion. Orange and black crepe paper streamers hung in scallops along the ceiling above the horde of Seelie fae writhing and swaying to the music.
A group by the bar turned to look at me. I recognized a few of my royal guards beneath their costumes. Their smirks and cat calls accompanied their waves.
“This is not happening to me,” I muttered as I waved to them and ducked into the crowd hoping to disappear. If the shifter house was so inclined, he could open up the floor and swallow me up, but no doubt Brígh had given him strict orders not to. So much fae energy swirled around me it took effort to move through it.
“Care to dance?”
I jumped at the deep voice in my ear. “I don’t dance.”
“Not even with me?” His familiar, seductive tone tightened everything south of my belly button.
Breath stalled in my throat, I turned to find a large man wearing a yellow and black spandex suit. A cowl of the same colors obscured the upper portion of his face, all but his deep blue eyes. My focus wandered over the swell of his chest, down to his tight abs that showed through the fabric he wore like a second skin. I knew that body, had explored every inch of it in painful detail. I reached for the Unseelie king to make sure he was real.
A familiar grin crooked one corner of Liam’s lips. “Brígh really outdid herself this time.” He chuckled as his gaze swept over me. “Though, now that I’m wearing this ridiculous Wolverine outfit she made for me, I realize I’m going to be turning it into a circus tent if I look too hard at you.”
Laughing, I leapt at him, wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed until he grunted. “I can’t believe you’re here!” When I remembered where we were and that my people would be watching me, I released him and pulled my tiny skirt back into place. “Wait, how did you get through the portal? If Nix or Gallagher find you inside Dun Bray, they’ll have a fit.”
“Brígh let me in. And you didn’t recognize me, so why would they?” Liam pulled me against him with one arm looped around my lower back and the other holding my hand in a dance pose. “Now let’s enjoy the time Brígh’s given us.”
Bewildered by his power flowing like fire through my skin, I allowed him to set us in a swaying motion amongst the crowd and smiled at Brígh across the room, who winked in return. “How did she even know … you know … about us? I thought only Gallagher and Nix knew we were sneaking around.”
“She’s a Seer. She probably saw us together in a vision.”
Liam’s breath warmed my ear and turned my core molten. Heat invaded my face as I considered what Brígh might have seen the two of us doing. Usually within three seconds of our meeting we were naked and pawing at one another like horny teenagers.
I groaned and buried my face against Liam’s throat, inhaling his heady scent and wishing the crowd would disappear so I could rip the fabric from his body the way I wanted to. “I have no idea why she’s so good to me, though she could have warned me you were coming.”
Liam snickered and held me tighter. “She’s good to you because she sees beyond your hardness to the soft, amazing woman beneath.”
My fist lowered from his shoulder and rammed into his side.
“Ouch!” His laughter induced my own. “It’s true.”
I hit him again.
“Now, now, kiddies. Play nice.” Brígh twirled up beside us wearing a smile that could turn night into day. “My room is over there, freshly made up with new sheets and everything.” She winked and squeezed Liam’s arm. “Be a shame to let it go to waste, don’t you think?”
Liam and I locked gazes long enough for me to catch the dark ideas swirling behind his. They matched my own, and then some.
As he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward Brígh’s bedroom, she shouted, “Happy Halloween, you two!”
What an awesome little tale! Just loved it. Of course, I can’t seem to get enough Lila, and her friend, Brigh is one of my favorites from the new novel. (Yes, I was lucky enough to get a review ARC of Shadowborn).
Hello again and welcome back to the blog for another installment of Six Sentence Sunday. Thanks for stopping in 🙂
Today’s sample is from my current WIP, and what I hope will end up being my Nanowrimo project this year. The novel is a fantasy, and in this scene, Jyslin (Red) is letting the Lupine (wolf/human race) she just met, Domnu, know exactly how she feels about him. She doesn’t seem to be too intimidated, frankly. 😛
Hope you enjoy.
“Domnu,” he offered. “Name’s Domnu.”
She showed no sign she’d heard him. “I assure you I’m no damsel, and do not require any rescuing today.”
Domnu lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Suit yourself, Red.”
As always, your thoughts or comments on the above excerpt are welcome and appreciated. Be sure to click the banner at the top of the post and visit the other blogs participating in this week’s Six Sentence Sunday.
Since I am still celebrating my contract signing with Evernight Publishing, I figured I would post another little tease from my Christmas story, FAITH’S GIFT. This week, I have put the focus on Richard Halstead, the oh so yummy Dominant stranger.
“Patience,” he warned, holding her in place. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Frustration wormed its way into her chest. “You started it.”
Richard chuckled and released her. “True enough, but I’m afraid you’re in over your head. I’m having terribly impure thoughts at the moment.”
So, what do you think of Richard? As always, your comments and impressions are welcome.
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Happy Sunday. Thanks for stopping by 😀
Now that things appear to be finalized, I am happy to announce that I will be a participating author in ALBACON 2012 being held at the Holiday Inn and Suites in Latham, NY from October 18-21, 2012.
I’ve never been to a CON of this sort before, so I am beyond excited to see what it is all about, and hopefully meet some amazing authors and Sci-fi/Fantasy readers as well. If you were interested in attending, tickets will be available at the door for $40.00 — completely reasonable when you take a look at all the panels, autographing and reading events they are offering visitors.
If you do happen to come, please stop in and say hello. Would love to meet you!
Here is my schedule of events for the convention:
All Day – Writer’s Workshop
8pm – Ice Cream Social (who doesn’t get excited about ice cream?)
11:00am – Panel: Anything Good on TV? — What TV shows are worth watching this year.
1:00pm – Reading: Call of the Sea
3:00pm – Panel: Happily Ever After — Is it true that readers don’t want upbeat stories, or is it just harder to sell them?
4:00pm – Autographing Session (copies of Call of the Sea will be available for purchase at the Flights of Fantasy dealers table)
6:00pm – Panel: Strong female characters who don’t need guns (yes, I call this the Ellie panel:P) — Can a heroine be compassionate and cool?
Unfortunately, I won’t be able to participate in the events on Sunday, as I have other obligations, but I think the above will make for a full Saturday.
What about you guys out there? Have you ever been to a sci-fi or fantasy convention? What did you like about it? Hate? Help a girl out — share your experiences so I don’t worry about what to expect for the next two weeks.