Ellen Cross

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Monday, April 14, 2014

Autism Awareness Bloghop - April 15th


As you can see from the banner above, April 2nd is Autism Awareness Day, and this year heralds it's seventh anniversary.

This year, as she has done so for the past three,  RJ Scott is hosting her April Autism Blog Hop, and I am so happy to have been included.

As with all participants,  I have an autism fact to share with you:

"Some people live with autism for their entire lives without ever getting a formal diagnosis"


I have to thank RJ for giving me this fact, as it is so close to the heart. My now fourteen year old has only recently been diagnosed with high functioning autism, after an EIGHT year battle to get him help. He had been branded as lazy, uncooperative, and just generally uninterested in even trying at school, by his teachers, who would simply report that he wasn't trying hard enough and was unwilling to learn, on his report cards.

 It wasn't until he followed other boys out of school and truanted, that the school started to take notice, and finally approved the testing I had been begging for, and listened to the counsellor's cries for help.

 Even with the results, the battle continues as he looks like a regular kid, just with a few strange quirks and zero social skills.  Add in his younger brother who has ADHD, and our life with two in the spectrum is never dull, but I wouldn't' change it for the world. They are my boys, and as the old saying goes "To  know them, is to love them", and the more awareness we can get out about those who fall under the Autistic spectrum, the more people will realise just how special they really are!

 
I would like to give away an eBook copy of my last book, Paws, Claws, and their Triple-F, which also highlights differences and acceptance. To win, simply comment and leave your email address. I will randomly pick a name on the 20th of this month. Perhaps you would like to share  your own story with autism, share a fact you have learnt during the hop? I would love to hear from you!
 
BLURB
  Farron had been a bad boy...a playboy, who blamed his lack of connection to another, on Fate.  But Fate has a twisted sense of humour and a special place for those who damn her, as her bitch, and she had a spot all marked out with Farron’s name on it. Tasked with fixing Fate’s screw-ups and helping those who have missed their moment to connect with their soul-mate, the pain of knowing he will never have that for himself is almost more than he can bear. But he does so, with a smile for each couple he unites. That is until he meets an untouched little man who makes him want to curse fate all over again, Ben. No matter how much he wishes it wasn’t so, Ben isn’t for him, though. He’s destined for another, Mason.
    Mason fled Tasmania like the devil was on his heels, and it was. Tasmanian devil shifters, that is. As the only submissive devil shifter born, he is driven away, smuggling himself in the boot of a car aboard a ferry to the mainland, to escape the constant physical abuse at the hands of other male devils, over territorial rights. Alone and destitute, his life hits rock bottom as each day his life seeps away a little more. When a gorgeous dingo shifter shows up claiming to be his Fairy Father with promises of bringing him to his mate, Mason could have cried. Not in joy, but in grief. It seems fate has screwed up yet again...as Mason’s time has just run out.

Monday, March 31, 2014

My Writing Process Blog Hop - 31st March - @ellen__cross

Well, I am sitting here, so I guess you know what that means. Yes, I've been kidnapped by the blog hop fairies and asked to sit and answer all their questions. Mind you, it would be nice if they had coaxed me with chocolate, and not their whips and paddles! Who knew the little sprites could spank so hard, or love it so much! I guess the only sensible thing to do is to sit quietly and tell them whatever they want to know, before they follow through with their threat to erotically torture the answers they want out of my friends, Khul Waters, Evi, and Beany...oops! Too late! A couple of them just headed off rope and duct tape 0.o  RUN GUYS!!!!! Oh dear, they weren't fast enough...


Perhaps if answer the questions, they might not go so hard on them?


1) What am I working on?


Now, and for the rest of this year, I am heads down, bum up--such a lovely position!--writing further additions to the Preternatural Rescue Centre series. Fractured is my latest WIP, and will be released on the 15th of April, at eXtasy Books, followed by Betrayed on the 15th of May, and so on, for the rest of the year.

 Prologue Excerpt:
Krogan peered into the Well of all Tears, his brow furrowing into deeply grooved lines that showed the true depth of his concern. His fingers gripped the gold gilt edging of the pool that lapped with a gentle ripple from the gathering moisture far above, falling as a single teardrop at a time into the shallow waters below. The reflected image shimmered, quivering in a motion that matched the unsettled trembling of his churning stomach.

Tiona—the other half of his heart— wrapped her arm around his waist, weaving herself under his arm and against the breadth of his chest as she too peered into the waters, shivering as she watched the fragments of the future unfold before her. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and traced down her cheek, sliding down her chin and joining those shed by the heavens, into the pool.

Krogan's gaze swept around the great hall, so bleak and dark...as dark as the heaviness that weighed on the hearts of his gathered brothers, sisters, and their mates. Each wept, their souls crying out throughout the spiritual plane for the lives that would perish, if the world were to continue on the path it had been set upon.

Men, women, children, and preter...life held little meaning, as brother turned on brother, friend on friend, and lover on lover...while their enemies united in strength. Gathered like rats from a fire, the remains of mankind huddled within the vision, scavenging through the leftovers of war, while famine and pestilence extended their reach and claimed what little remained of a once flourishing land.

The dregs of society, skin traders and peddlers of misery, ruled those unfortunate enough to be captured and enslaved—their lives little more than added currency for those who could pay for the enjoyment of their pain, their blood.

With a fraction of the population left and a complete loss of humanity running rampant, Krogan knew what he was seeing was indeed the end of days, come to life in all its sickening glory.

Obeying the edict of the gods and simply letting this future come to pass...just the thought of doing so was unfathomable to both his mind and heart. The only prevention was action. As he looked around the hall, he knew that as the offspring of a god, they all had to step forth and join in his efforts. While they might not be able to physically move in and interfere, there were ways they could give humanity a chance, indirectly.

He straightened and rolled his shoulders, a new resolve firm in his mind as he met the eye of each of his brothers, sisters, and their mates. While his siblings were each unique in their spirits and abilities, they were born of the same father—a god who apparently loved variety, yet cared little for the responsibilities left to him by his choices in bed partners. It didn't matter. They didn't see shifter, vampire, warlock, and more, as they looked toward each other...they saw family, an unbreakable bond that tied them to each other for eternity. It was their father's careless ways—that had sowed the blackened seed and created the root of destruction that unfolded before them—so they would deal with it.

 "We can all see the path that has been set. It is the end, the price each life will pay if we do not act. While we do not have the power to divert the disaster before us, we can deliver those who will.

"Join with me. Let our own blood repair that which is broken, before all life falls to pieces." A round of nods and determined expressions met his request.

Drawing on his shifter spirit, he focused on his life energy, pulling a single thin filament from within his soul and into his awaiting hands. Tiona did the same, holding the golden spark of her thread in her small, cupped palms. He guided her to slide her breathtakingly beautiful essence into his palm, to join with his own.

The threads swirled, Krogan's silver essence entwining itself against Tiona's gold. They writhed, rolled, until they blended into one. A bright flare of pure light, that heralded the starting spark of new life, blinded Krogan for an instant. The tiny new life felt warm against his skin, pulsing with a gentle energy, so fragile, yet bursting with promise, with hope.

He turned to his brothers and sisters, smiling at the rainbow of colours nestled safely within the hands of each new father or mother. They turned to the well, joining voices as they murmured the incantation that opened the veil between earth and their own higher plane of existence. The veil parted with a slight swooshing sound, and the men and women farewelled their offspring, before releasing them through the parting in the veil with hearts heavy, yet happy at the same time.

Their children would find a safe haven among the wombs of the worthy, those who would protect the new life with their own. They would grow, unaware of the heavy weight of responsibility that awaited them until each child's true spirit awoke to their destiny when the time arrived to act. Until then, Krogan and his siblings would watch, and wait...

PRETERNATURAL RESCUE CENTRE

http://www.extasybooks.com/ellen-cross/cole-in-his-stocking/
 

 Available at EXtasy books, and where all good eBooks are sold! - Fractured is set for release, April 15th 2014.

 
 

 2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?


I love the underdog in a story, those characters who find they are unworthy of love, or unlovable. You will find one in each story I write, as they find the love they never thought they would, and overcome all odds to claim it and keep it for their own.

 

3) Why do I write what I do


I have always had my head in the clouds, a daydreamer even as a small child. Being the much younger and only female sibling, I hid away and resorted to my books for companionship. It was only a natural progression that I start writing those stories, and when I won 1st place in a writing competition at only 9, it encouraged me to keep going.

 

4) How does your writing process work?


Oh, now that is a hard one, but there are similarities in all stories that I write.

Firstly, I will get hit with an idea. Sometimes a photo triggers it, sometimes a song, other times a feeling. Whatever it is, when the idea hits you will find me diving for a notepad and pen, or jotting down details onto my phone, for later retrieval.

The idea will usually sit until I have time, but often they demand I act--also why I have a WIP folder stuffed full of partially written stories!

While some books are a breeze, almost writing themselves, others truly are a labour of love, and the dreaded writers block hits with almost every one, at some point in the story. It took me a couple of books, but I soon realized that when I become blocked, the only real solution is to stop stressing over that point in the story, and to place a mark in the manuscript so I can go back to that point in time, and to move on. Some stories become almost like a jigsaw puzzle.

 
Okay, I think I have appeased the fairies. Well, perhaps, bored them to bits might be the more accurate term. They are leaving, evil glints in their eyes and their handy dandy notebook of questions in hand. Perhaps I should warn Khul, Evi and Beany that they are in for? Nah...let's just head on over and see how they survive the experience!



Khul Waters:  I am a 54-year-old Australian. I write to express the joy I find in life. I began with short stories and poetry that mostly seemed to focus on one theme—the nature of love between men and women. Specifically, I am intrigued by the nature of Dom/submissive relationships. Not the stereotypical leather and whips type, but the need for many men to take a dominating role in lovemaking and for many women to take a submissive role. My present stories feature this pre-occupation.

http://khulwaters.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/my-writing-process-blog-tour-published-march-25-2014-by-khul-waters/

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Evi Asher: Evi is a die-hard romantic, who firmly believes in happy endings, and loves all things paranormal. She lives in South Africa, with her (very patient) husband, two children, and too many pets, including a cockatiel who loves to sit on her desk, and chew the pink rhinestones off Evi’s mouse while she’s trying to write.

http://eviasher23.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/my-writing-process-blog-tour/

http://www.extasybooks.com/evi-asher/burning-ember/http://www.extasybooks.com/evi-asher/burning-to-ashes/


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Beany Sparks: Beany Sparks lives in Western Australia. She first started reading romance novels in 2008, but it wasn't until January 2010 when her Kindle got delivered (which she had brought herself on Christmas Day 2009) that the world of erotic romance opened its doors to her, and she hasn't looked back.
Since English was never her strong subject at school she never expected to write a story, let alone try to get it published. With suggestions and support from friends, her muse—“affectionately" known as PITA—was finally able to break free, and in January 2014 her first story was written. Since she can’t put PITA back in his box—she's tried!—Beany has decided to give in and team up with him.

Together they’ve made plans to write both MF and MM stories. Why? Because love isnt gender specific, love is love.

http://www.beanysparks.com/blog.html

http://www.extasybooks.com/

Saturday, December 7, 2013

A little of Cole in his Stocking for #MySexySaturday and @ellen__cross

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, the weekly blog hop that showcases a little of the participating authors work, whether seven words, sentences, or paragraphs.

 
Thanks for joining me after my break. For my offering this week, I am teasing you all with a sneak peak into my upcoming Christmas novella, Cole in his Stocking, which will be released with EXtasy Books on the 15th of December.
 


Cole couldn't hear the pounding footsteps anymore, but that didn't mean much. When you were being chased by creatures that could use portals, it didn't matter where you went, they could, would, find you anywhere.

His feet had long since become numb, but Cole certainly wasn't complaining. The dull burning chill was a far better option than the excruciating pain each step had caused before the cold had set in. When it wore off, he knew he might regret no longer caring what he stepped on. But then again, Cole doubted he would be alive long enough for that to happen. When you pissed off Gerard Gantry, he made sure you never made the same mistake twice, and he made no exceptions...not even for his own son.

Blurb
 
It doesn't matter if he's been naughty or nice all year. Adam's stocking is still getting stuffed full of Cole, this Christmas.

The coming of age for any vampire is cause for celebration, a time when they first taste blood. For Cole, however, his twenty-fifth birthday brings a terrible choice from his father—either he takes the life of another to prove his worth, or he forfeits his own life. Cole chooses the only way his heart will allow, and pays the price with both his fangs and the rapidly mounting blood starvation that will slowly end his life, now that his body needs to feed, but cannot. He escapes, bleeding, barefoot, and wearing nothing more than a simple cotton sleep-shirt. With his father's sentinels in pursuit, Cole soon finds himself half-frozen and unable to run anymore. The last thing he expects when he crawls into a dumpster to hide away for the last few hours of his life is to be rescued by a temperamental black cat and...aww hell...his cherished one, Adam. How is Cole meant to blood-bond to the wolf hybrid when his time is fast running out, and he has no fangs to even try?  He quickly learns his cherished is far more than he appears, though, and Adam's friends at the Delta Rehabilitation Centre have even higher friends, with a score to settle with his father, of their own. It's just a shame he won't be around long enough to witness their payback.
http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product%2Fauthor&author_id=968
 
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Friday, October 25, 2013

Halloween Seduction Giveaway Hop

Welcome to the Halloween Seduction Giveaway Hop!

 

What is more sexy than a man rippling with muscles and an extra dose of testosterone? How about if that man is also an Alpha Dire Wolf...hell bent on claiming his mate!


Meet Grey...
He will stop at nothing to rescue his mate...Ryan



You can meet them both...in Delta Blues

 In a World where the Alpha are the law, Beta the order, and Omega the knowledge…the Delta have become the oppressed.

    The night of Samhain is fast approaching, and for that one night a year, Gray and the last remaining Dire Wolves—amongst others—are entrusted with the protection of the veil between worlds, while it’s at its thinnest. Add in the threat of a new drug on the market, and they’ll have to work twice as hard to keep everyone safe. The last thing he needs is a sexy little Delta to save.

    As a lowly Delta, Red Wolf shifter Ryan has never known peace. Cast away and unwanted, he is quickly taken captive and trained as a dancer at The Howling, a strip club in the worst part of Praeter. Hungry, abused, and kept in a drug-induced fog, his life is nothing. He is nothing but the orders and twisted demands of his captor. All that changes when he catches the scent of a wolf in the crowd.

    Long ebony hair, eyes that can’t decide if they’re green or blue as they follow him on stage. Unable to stop himself, Ryan does the one thing guaranteed to earn him punishment. He touches the other wolf. Peace. For those few brief moments, the hunger, the pain, the torment…all gone. The price to feel that respite again, though, could very well be his life.


Available at EXTASY BOOKS
And AMAZON

To win a copy of Delta Blues, simply leave a comment below with your email address, and go into the draw, easy!! And don't forget the major prizes below!!

Grandprize:
$100 Amazon card!!
Second place:  E-copy of Eternal Flame





Wednesday, October 9, 2013

#HDH A beginning, to stop the end. Fractured with @ellen__cross

Welcome to another week of Hump Day Hook!

Where authors from all over the world share a little teaser of a piece of their work, whether published, or a WIP.

This week I will continue on from where we last left off, with the prologue of my WIP, Fractured. In this scene, Krogan sets in motion, a beginning, that will hopefully see a stop to the end. This work is unedited.

 
"We can all see the path that has been set. It is the end, a price each life will pay if we do not act. While we do not have the power to divert the disaster before us, we can deliver those who will.
"Join with me. Let our own blood repair that which is broken, before all life falls to pieces." A round of nods and determined expressions met his request.
Drawing on his shifter spirit, he focused on his life energy, pulling a single hair-fine filament from within his soul and into his awaiting hands. Tiona did the same, holding the golden spark of her thread in her small cupped palms. He guided her to slide her breathtakingly beautiful essence into his palm, to join with his own.
The threads swirled, Krogan's silver essence entwining itself against Tiona's gold. They writhed, rolled, until they blended into one. A bright flare of pure light, that heralded the starting spark of new life, blinded Krogan for an instant. The tiny new life felt warm against his palm, pulsing with a gentle energy, so fragile, yet bursting with promise, with hope.

Don't miss out on the rest of what Hump Day Hook has to offer, by clicking on the rest of the links, below. 

1.Harper Bliss2.R Lee Smith
3.Stevie Carroll4.Elaine Cantrell
5.Sandra Sookoo6.Linda Hamonou
7.Romance on the Wild Side8.cathy brockman romance
9.Rose Anderson10.Tamara Monteau, Haven's Realm
11.Sarah Cass12.Sabrina Devonshire
13.Lucy Felthouse14.Catherine Green
15.Serena Janes: The moment lust turns into love16.Lyncee
17.Elin Gregory18.C.C. Williams
19.Michelle Hoefle 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

My Sexy Saturday #19 brings more of upcoming Halloween release, Delta Blues. @ellen__cross

Welcome to week 19 of My Sexy Saturday - The weekly blog hop that shares 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs of participating authors work.


This week, I share more of my upcoming October 15th release, Delta Blues. This work is unedited.

Marcus on the other side of him just frowned as he quietly looked on. What was his problem, anyway? The dancer was seductive as hell as he ran his fingers over the polished, steel pole, caressing it as he would a lover. Fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing Grey had seen in a long while.
It was Marcus's idea they come here of all places to let off some steam, anyway. Deep within the backstreets of Praeter, The Howling was just another dime-a-dozen strip joint, one of a whole string that lined the worst of the worst streets in the exclusively Were-populated town. The only difference Grey could see to this club seemed to be that it appealed to a wider variety of clientele—if the previous act of a pair of female lynx shifters licking cream off each other's naked bodies was anything to go by.





This artistic representation in no way reflects the actual cover of this book. It is only a teaser, to set the mood of the piece.



















Don't forget to click on the links below, to continue with this week's hop!


My Sexy Saturday