Catch up!!

I know, I have been slack, and it has been ages since I updated my blog, but I am trying! lol

 

The Preternatural Rescue Centre is now 4 books in, with book 5 coming out on the 15th of this month!

You have already met the guys from Delta Blues, Cole in his Stocking, and Fractured, but not Controlling His Illusion

Controlling His Illusion

Sometimes, in order to gain control, you need to hand it over to someone else.

 BLURB: 
Grant had made a deal. He would use his talent, and his sister, Kaylee, would get what she needed. What he didn't count on though, was the deal turning sour. Picking up the pieces of the aftermath is more than he can handle, so he turns to the warlock who rescued him for help. He might actually get it, too, if the guy would just stop running.
    If Nico had known the little omega he had found was going to turn out to be this much trouble, he might not have rescued him after all. The wolf asked for things he shouldn't, surfaced long neglected instincts that Nico hadn't felt in too long. The wolf pushed, refused to take no for an answer. Only problem was, once you opened the door to something like that, there was no turning back

EXCERPT:
  "What the hell are you doing here?"
    "Isn't that obvious?" Maurice smiled, but the malice coming off the man was setting Grant's wolf whining inside his head, wanting to run. The man next to Maurice cocked his head, a frown forming as he gestured to Grant's whole body.
    "He's a bit on the runty side of things, isn't he? I kind of pictured something more with the way you were going on."
    "What does it matter what he looks like? He only needs to suck like a Hoover and bend over. That's it. What more do you need?"
    The other man rubbed a hand across his chin. "I suppose you're right. Well, let's get to it." He turned to Grant. "Come here boy, I want you on your knees and my dick down your throat."
    Grant took another step back, desperately trying to connect with the side of him that created the illusions, but it remained just out of reach, refusing to cooperate with his fear getting in the way. Normally he had at least an hour to psyche himself up enough to deal with T's visits. Now, he was trying to call on a power that simply wasn't there, considering how far he had drained himself the night before.
    "I don't have a deal with you. You need to leave, now!" He was terrified, but he tried to keep it hidden, as he glared at the pair, folding his arms in front of him and standing his ground.
    Maurice rolled his eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh, marching over and grabbing onto Grant's arm. There went any chance of an illusion, now. He could only use his talent if he wasn't being touched.
    "What the hell is wrong with you, boy? Get on your goddamned knees and suck him. I don't care if you don't want to. You'll do what we say, or the little piece of sweetness I can smell around this place will go bye-bye's!" Maurice's fingers bit into Grant's arm, leaving marks that would undoubtedly show bruises, come morning. The man didn't seem to care if he was hurting Grant at all, he shoved him to the ground by the other man's feet.
    "Touch her and I will kill you!"
    "The only thing you'll be doing is stuffing Ente's cock down your throat!" Maurice spat, pulling his arm back and collecting the side of Grant's face on the down swing. It felt like a brick hitting his cheek, as Grant was knocked to the ground, blood filling his mouth. He spat it out, nausea rising quickly as his ears rang and his vision blurred for a few seconds. He groaned, crawling to his hands and knees, to stand again.
    "Fuck, don't mess up his mouth! He'll cut my cock to pieces if his teeth are all shattered."
    Maurice chuckled. "Apologies, Ente. But if I've broken any teeth, I'll just have to knock them all out, for you, won't I? Problem solved."

Available at eXtasy Books HERE

Amazon HERE

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

 

 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/

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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

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

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1. Renea Mason Paranormal Erotic Romance	2. Danita Minnis	3. Sexy Erotic Xciting
4. Victoria Pinder	5. Kali Erickson	6. Smexy Fab Four
7. Milly Taiden	8. Shelli Rosewarne (INT)	9. Cait Jarrod: Nothing is as it Seems
10. C. M. Brown (Int)	11. Nessie Strange	12. Aubrey Wynne Presents: Spooky Romance
13. Lori King Books	14. Marianne Willis Paranormal Romance Author	15. Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews
16. The La La Land of Books	17. Natasha Blackthorne	18. Author Rose Wynters Paranormal Romance INT
19. Beth D. Carter - Written Butterfly	20. Author Bebe Knight	21. Harper A. Brooks
22. Ellen Cross - Romance on the Wild Side	23. barbaras book reviews	24. In The Pages of a Good Book
25. Promiscuous Book Blog	26. Book Reads And Reviews	27. J E Haldeman Author Blog

Slippery When Wet Blog hop!!

Welcome to the Slippery When Wet Blog Hop!

MM romance is not a fad, a phase or a guilty indulgence. It is something to be celebrated and that is what this blog hop is all about!

My prizes are listed below, and entry is International. Simply leave a comment below, and go into the draw!!

1st Prize -1 x  Ebook copy of Delta Blues

                               1 x  Wolf Sanctuary inspired keychain

 

     2nd Prize: 1 x Ebook copy of Wolf Sanctuary

 

        3rd Prize: 1 x Ebook Copy of Cupid's Revenge

 

For my own celebration, I will be sharing an unedited exerpt from my upcoming release, Delta Blues:

EXCERPT

After a quick phone call to O'Connor—their handler within the council—Marcus led the four of them to the arranged accommodation at a cheap motel across the road from the strip joint. The stained walls and less-than-clean looking bedding of their room at The Cosy Kennel had Gray raising an eyebrow at Marcus, as he finished his quick once-over of the room. Marcus chuckled, "Trust O'Connor to go cheap on the room." He wandered around and poked his head around the corner of the bathroom door, hissing as he pulled back. "I hope you guys weren't planning on using the bathroom. The local roach community is holding a meeting in there. Might be best not to disturb them unless you wanted to be carted away and used for some primitive insect sacrifice. Some of those suckers look like they could give you a run for your money at arm-wrestling, Bo."

Gray turned on Marcus and pointed to the side of one of the matching queen-sized beds taking up the majority of the space in the room. "Sit and start explaining. What the hell was all that back there?"

Marcus eyed the faded paisley print comforter topping the bed with a look of disgust, before gingerly sitting on the very edge. He indicated for the others to take similar positions on the opposite bed.

"We all felt a pull for the little wolf shifter, right?" At the nodded agreement from Lawson and Bo, he continued. "For most of us I take it, the pull was strong but not sexual." He eyed Gray, "And then there's you. You were pumping out enough damn mating pheromones to make a eunuch hard. I'm surprised you didn't jump little red on the stage and claim him there and then in front of us all."

Gray felt his face heating. There was no way he was discussing his cock's reaction to the delicious little shifter. "There was something wrong with his scent. It wasn't right. My wolf might have taken a liking to him, but there was something seriously not right with his scent. It pissed my beast off, actually."

Marcus's eyes narrowed, creases drawing deeply into his forehead as he leant closer and rested his elbows on his knees. "Explain."

Wiping a hand over his face, Gray took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts. Bo was still restless, small whimpers escaping as he shook on the bed next to him. Gray wrapped an arm around the smaller man and pulled him close, letting the damaged wolf lean into the nape of his neck to draw his scent in, calming Bo's trembling.

"His scent wasn't natural. Sure he smelt like an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord to my wolf...but when you got close...really close, there was an underlying hint to his musk that just wasn't right. No wolf can smell that aroused, yet be completely soft. The kid rubbed his junk all over my face, as you saw, and I can tell you, he had not one ounce of true arousal coming off him. It was almost like someone had turned on his mating heat, yet turned off his actual physical arousal."

Marcus rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling loudly in a rush as he looked up at ceiling. "I've heard of something that can do that, but I would need to get closer and take a sniff myself." Gray's beast let a low warning growl slip, surprising even himself with its reaction to Marcus's words.

Marcus chuckled. "Oh yeah...it's you that little red is meant for, all right. The rest of us poor saps are just feeling the pack bond pulling at us, for him. We all know he belongs in our exclusive little pack, in our family. We can feel it deep in our gut...but it's you that he's destined to mate with. Maybe that's why he chose you to rub himself all over, like some unconscious instinct taking over...who knows." Marcus shrugged.  "What we need to do now is figure out how to get to him without starting a pack war."

 

 

BLURB

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 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.

OUT NOW!!
http://www.extasybooks.com/delta-blues/

Don't forget to comment to be entered into the draw for the ebooks and keychain!! Major thanks go to Hennessee Andrews, for creating this blog hop!
The links below will take you to other blogs, where the giveaways just keep coming!!

1. Hennessee Andrews	2. Kendall McKenna - Love and Dogtags	3. RJ Scott
4. Michael Mandrake	5. Leontii Holender	6. C. C. Williams
7. Sage Marlowe - Flavours of Gay Erotic Fiction	8. Jess Buffett	9. Kasey Dean
10. Morticia Knight - Daring Adventures in Writing	11. Inner Goddess	12. Ellen Cross
13. DP's Blog	14. Gabrielle Evans	15. Zayne Michaels
16. Out of the Shadows	17. Love is a Many Flavored Thing	18. L M Somerton
19. On The Frizz	20. Simone Millien, Gay Romance and Life	21. Kimber Vale
22. Iyana Jenna	23. Elin Gregory	24. Lexi DeHalo
25. Remmy Duchene	26. Romance by Jaxx Steele (M/M)	27. Draven St. James
28. Wandering Stars Press - M/M erotica by Dani & Nevi	29. MYTHICAL BOOKS (INT)	30. Allison Cassatta
31. Caitlin Ricci	32. Whitley Gray	33. The Heart Knows What it Wants
34. Sexy Erotic Xciting