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Thursday, 25 April 2019
#evernighties Favourite Romance Genre to read or write
Oh, this will be a short post.
None.
Ok, I could just leave it at that, honestly. I really don't have a favorite genre, really, although there are certainly whole genres, sub-genres and trends that don't interest me at all. For example I don't have much interest in shifter stories or Rubenesque heroines, and none at all in firemen, military men, cowboys, millionaires, billionaires, sheiks, bikers, sportmen, assorted criminals, and most of all Mafia bosses.
If you had grown up in Italy, you'd know why. These are the real monsters, and are not sexy.
I do enjoy to write and read fantasy, a certain unconventional flavor of paranormal, contemporary and sci/fi stories, with or without a sprinkle of BDSM thrown in for spice. Mostly I like original stories with a truly good voice and unusual but relatable characters.
So, hit me with your best recommendations!
Friday, 19 April 2019
New Release - Nothing Else Matters - Peri Elizabeth Scott
Always happy to Host Peri Elizabeth Scott in the Lair, today with her new release, Nothing Else Matters.
Blurb:
Claire and Liam had a good thing going until he walks out of her life. Being
dumped without warning is devastating enough, discovering she isn’t pregnant
leaves her without even a part of him.
Withdrawing from everyone, she moves to
another city and immerses herself in work, the better to forget Liam. Not that
it’s working. Claire is a one-man woman,
to her despair.
Back stateside after an unexpectedly long deployment, security
contractor Liam Cafferty has accepted the truth: walking out on Claire makes
him a coward. Thinking it for the best, given his dangerous profession, doesn’t
cut it. She should have been given the choice.
With the biggest heart of any woman he’s
known, he’s hopeful she might take him back
and makes it his new mission to convince her.
Claire must decide what matters: her pride
or taking another chance on Liam—and love.
Excerpt:
The streets were full of people as
she used her phone to arrange an Uber. Small groups with youthful faces,
couples, and the occasional single individual
moved along, their destinations unknown but likely the restaurants that crowded
downtown, or maybe a club later on after dusk fell. The camaraderie left her
cold, and with some desperation to
escape, she scanned the curb for her lift.
Maybe she was indeed crazy, choosing
to cut herself off from everyone, cutting ties with her old life, all to forget
Liam. Because, newsflash, it wasn’t working. She was like one of those
historical romance novel heroines who languished and withered into old age
after losing a beau. Whatever empty spaces that opened up in her head, past all
her attempts to fill them, Liam snuck in.
While she waited, she opened her
messages, trying to shut out the people and noise around her that were
reminders of a different life. There weren’t many on the phone. She had no one
local to give the number to, outside of work, sad commentary. She was more like
one half of those werewolf or vampire couples who wasted away without their
mate.
Joanne’s number came up several
times, and there was also a text. Hoping nothing was wrong, she opened it.
Haven’t been able to reach u b/phone and u haven’t
responded to vms. Assuming u r busy but u should know Liam is looking for
u. Call me!
Suddenly lax fingers nearly let the
device slip to the pavement, and she
tightened her grip. Rereading the text,
she remembered to breathe and swayed on her feet.
“Claire?” His familiar voice, hard on
the heels of Jo’s text, was surreal. Had she conjured him?
She resisted the urge to spin wildly
and shriek at the top of her lungs. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t prepared. How
was this happening?
His SUV was nose-in to the curb, the
back end blocking traffic and already, impatient drivers were honking. But her
attention was on the tall, broad-shouldered
man rounding the hood.
“Claire.”
He hadn’t changed at all. Unless one
considered the burnished skin and a leaner
look. Her stare took in his appearance in minute detail, and something in her chest lurched his way,
even as her feet tried to carry her in the other direction.
Hand shaking, she held it up as if to ward off an advancing horde and shook her
head. “Go away!”
Buy
Links:
Evernight:
https://www.evernightpublishing.com/
Barnes
& Noble: https://tinyurl.com/y33va2hf
About the author:
Peri
Elizabeth Scott aka Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada
where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal
business.
She has
always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by
mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of
spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a
post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.
A
bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of April 2019 she has
published eight series and several standalones,
with others in the works.
Thursday, 18 April 2019
#evernighties Family, friends and pets that I wrote into my books.
The newest prompt in the #evernighties blog challenge is "Family, friends and pets that I wrote into my books".
Oh, this could be a long post, so I'll skip family and friends altogether and just talk about pets, which are family and friends too, in any case!
I love animals, and my pets pop all over my writing!
My Haflinger mare, Kaylee, is a central character in my short story "Headshy", and her journey from mistreatment to trust and confidence is both her true story and very much part of the story arc of the book. She also made another cameo appearance in "Spellbreakers"!
Kaylee is living proof of "little people" power. She's a small horse, not fast, and not inclined to play tricks. But she proved to be a wonderful work-horse, and almost bombproof on the road, keeping her wits about her in situations where flashier horses would have exploded like fireworks.
We walked 5000 km together from 2009 to 2011, on all sorts of paths and roads, from Germany to Brittany to Catalonia, and then back to France. This long foot trip was part of the inspiration for Spellbreakers.
She's happily retired in a pasture just outside my garden now, with a ridiculous Shetland pony called Boomer for company.
Then there is Jade, the hell-hound. So called because he's impressive, large and black. In fact he's the most embarrassingly gentle, friendly and sweet dog that you will ever meet. He's been known to turn absolute cat-people into piles of pooch-cuddling mush. Jade appeared as Amber in Spellbreakers. And he pops up also in the story I am currently writing, The Elder Man, as himself.
Although Jade is a basically a four-legged clown, there is from time to time a touch of the supernatural about him... and that always comes out in my stories, where he always has something magical about him.
Of course there is Muffin.
Muffin was my adored white cat, who died in 2016. She was my "Little Doctor", and many other things. I think she held my world together and everything came apart somewhat since she passed away.
In my whole life, only one other death affected me more than hers. ðŸ˜
Muffin appears as herself in Spice & Vanilla. I truly wanted to write her in a story where she still was alive, and doing her healing work.
Muffin always looked a bit grumpy... but she wasn't.
There are also three more family cats in that book, Jonesy, Ebola (as Plague... yes, don't ask me about the name), and Tamburino as Tambourine.
And there is Luna, my "lemur cat"!
She is the newest addition to my menagerie, with her brother Lumos. Because of her face-markings and her propensity for tree-climbing, we decided that her father (identity unknown) might have been a ring-tailed lemur escaped from the reserve zoologique of Salviac, not far from us!
And that's how I had the idea of writing a ring-tailed lemur (two actually), in In the Eye of the Wind. Luna's pet name is Puny Loony, and the lemurs in the book are called Puna and Luna.
Even my ducks made it into my stories... in Spice & Vanilla (just as a small flash-back), and in The Elder Man, my current WIP. Here it is my Cayuga ducks, specifically. Cayugas are beautiful ducks with the loveliest iridescent black feathers, and in this story they appear with the collective pet name they have here in real life, the Paphoonies. If you want to know how that name came about you will have to read the story...
Oh, this could be a long post, so I'll skip family and friends altogether and just talk about pets, which are family and friends too, in any case!
I love animals, and my pets pop all over my writing!
My Haflinger mare, Kaylee, is a central character in my short story "Headshy", and her journey from mistreatment to trust and confidence is both her true story and very much part of the story arc of the book. She also made another cameo appearance in "Spellbreakers"!
Kaylee is living proof of "little people" power. She's a small horse, not fast, and not inclined to play tricks. But she proved to be a wonderful work-horse, and almost bombproof on the road, keeping her wits about her in situations where flashier horses would have exploded like fireworks.
We walked 5000 km together from 2009 to 2011, on all sorts of paths and roads, from Germany to Brittany to Catalonia, and then back to France. This long foot trip was part of the inspiration for Spellbreakers.
She's happily retired in a pasture just outside my garden now, with a ridiculous Shetland pony called Boomer for company.
Then there is Jade, the hell-hound. So called because he's impressive, large and black. In fact he's the most embarrassingly gentle, friendly and sweet dog that you will ever meet. He's been known to turn absolute cat-people into piles of pooch-cuddling mush. Jade appeared as Amber in Spellbreakers. And he pops up also in the story I am currently writing, The Elder Man, as himself.
Although Jade is a basically a four-legged clown, there is from time to time a touch of the supernatural about him... and that always comes out in my stories, where he always has something magical about him.
Of course there is Muffin.
Muffin was my adored white cat, who died in 2016. She was my "Little Doctor", and many other things. I think she held my world together and everything came apart somewhat since she passed away.
In my whole life, only one other death affected me more than hers. ðŸ˜
Muffin appears as herself in Spice & Vanilla. I truly wanted to write her in a story where she still was alive, and doing her healing work.
Muffin always looked a bit grumpy... but she wasn't.
There are also three more family cats in that book, Jonesy, Ebola (as Plague... yes, don't ask me about the name), and Tamburino as Tambourine.
And there is Luna, my "lemur cat"!
She is the newest addition to my menagerie, with her brother Lumos. Because of her face-markings and her propensity for tree-climbing, we decided that her father (identity unknown) might have been a ring-tailed lemur escaped from the reserve zoologique of Salviac, not far from us!
And that's how I had the idea of writing a ring-tailed lemur (two actually), in In the Eye of the Wind. Luna's pet name is Puny Loony, and the lemurs in the book are called Puna and Luna.
Even my ducks made it into my stories... in Spice & Vanilla (just as a small flash-back), and in The Elder Man, my current WIP. Here it is my Cayuga ducks, specifically. Cayugas are beautiful ducks with the loveliest iridescent black feathers, and in this story they appear with the collective pet name they have here in real life, the Paphoonies. If you want to know how that name came about you will have to read the story...
Tuesday, 16 April 2019
New Release - Drawn by Dragonblood - Lynn Burke
Destined by Dragonblood
*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.
Dolyn Kemmerly has found his destined mates. Unfortunately, they are more human than dragonblood. While his inner beast longs for them, his male stubbornness insists there are mates more worthy of his royal bloodline.
Due to Ashley O’Connor’s traumatic past, only the painful slap of a Dom’s toys can help her find release. A celibate sub, she’s never ached for a man’s tender touch—until a mysterious stranger follows her into her Master's club.
When Ashley lifts one of her hard limits, Giovanni DiLoreto, her sex-therapist recommended Dom, is finally allowed to touch the flesh he’s been lusting to caress. Doing so, however, earns him a bloody nose by a hot-as-fuck stranger. Master Vanni has never touched a dick in pleasure, but the sudden desire to dominate the newcomer—while Ashley watches—consumes him.
Dolyn’s ancestors might accept Vanni for the heart of the dragon inside him, but it will take Dolyn’s complete submission to his alpha to help Ashley heal and unlock the destiny awaiting them all.
PURCHASE LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/destined-by-dragonblood-by-lynn-burke/
Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/BloodBorn2
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/932157
EXCERPT:
Cloaking myself and following Ashley into the nondescript door at the end of the hallway came easy. Slipping through what appeared to a main entrance rather than a locker room of sorts she had entered proved a bit more difficult as a receptionist’s desk and bouncer flanked the double doors.
I glanced around the reception area, fully present, yet visually, nothing more than a bend of light to the two in the room with me. Gray walls. Glass desk. Abstract art on the walls and two other doors besides the one Ashley had disappeared through—boring and not giving me a hint of what lay beyond.
I eyed one of the chairs along the wall to my left and considered waiting until Ashley returned.
The double doors opened, however, releasing a flood of sensual delights mere humans wouldn’t catch. Heat, aroused murmuring, and sex. My dragon hummed his delight, but I frowned and raced forward, slipping through the opened door as the patron of whatever the place was bade the receptionist a good evening.
A holding room with another set of double doors that couldn’t muffle or contain the patrons’ arousal. Still nothing more than a flicker in a person’s peripheral vision, I pushed one of the doors open enough to slip through.
I stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration swept over me. Humans … dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof mingled in the huge lounge area. Dim lights. Low music. Leather seating and a bar lay on my left, a dais beyond held a St. Andrew’s Cross with a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations.
Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar on my left.
My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it.
How many times had I allowed Elijah to do the same to me? How many times had he forced me to climax before shoving his cock so far up my ass I lost my breath?
My dick swelled in my jeans, but it wasn’t the actions of the Dom that turned me on. It was the thought of being on the receiving end of his flogger—the one receiving the type of pleasure found in pain.
Please.
My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact I wanted to be the one submitting rather than dominating even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, reminding us both of our dominance as a blood born dragon from the royal line.
I’d caught a hint of Ashley’s scent while following her down the hallway into the sex club, but the overwhelming perfumes of human and sex masked her—if she’d even made her way into the lounge area.
My female … found delight in a sex club. I couldn’t have asked for more. Couldn’t have been more pleased—so why didn’t my inner dragon hiss his desire to tie her up? Stripe her ass in the way Elijah had mine countless times? Why did I want to pleasure her with gentleness—loving tenderness?
A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air.
Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left … the lounge’s far corner. A dark-haired man fingered a woman through her climax, her cum slipping around his hand, dripping to the floor.
Her scent slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest to taste. To claim.
My female.
Pale, shapely legs led to her rounded ass the man now caressed, and my need to taste leaped to fierce protectiveness in a single heartbeat.
No longer cloaked, I strode across the room, darkness seizing my mind, my self-control, something that hadn’t happened in over a hundred years.
He’s touching her. Mine.
My dragon hellbent on ripping the man’s arms from his torso, I stalked forward, eating up the distance between us in a matter of seconds, my claws shimmering in and out of sight.
The width of his shoulders came close to mine, but the breadth of his chest didn’t compare. An easy to defeat opponent, my dragon shrieked, clawing at my brain as I pulled all attempts to shift deep inside me where he couldn’t explode into a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales.
I grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him toward me, my other fist shooting out, connecting with his nose before he had a chance to blink.
Green eyes. Brilliant like spring grass—
My dragon shrieked again as he grabbed hold of my upper arms to keep from falling. Electrical charges raced up through my chest, catching my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes.
Mate.
Dick immediately swollen—leaking at his touch—I hesitated a mere blink, my desire to drop to my knees and worship him shattering all I had hoped for my future.
His punch landed on my side with enough pain my stubbornness rose with a flap of dragon wings, and growling with the need to kill, the need to fuck, goddamn need—I clocked him on the side of the side of the head. He held tight to me, yanking me down as he fell like a bag of bricks, stunned but not knocked out.
I landed on top of him with a groan, my aching dick pressed against his, a wave of desire slamming into me. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped the words, blinking once more.
A cocky grin wobbled his lips, and he shifted his hips beneath me, pressing his own hard-on against mine. “I’m usually the one in charge, but that’s one command I would love to obey.”
His low voice slithered over my skin, waking goosebumps in its path, like a physical caress, and I froze.
My mate, my beta … a goddamn, fucking Dom.
© Lynn Burke 2018
Don't forget book 1 in the Blood Born Series, Drawn by Dragonblood, available at all major retailers!
Amazon Universal: mybook.to/DRAWNBYDRAGONBLOOD
All other vendors: books2read.com/DrawnbyDragonbloodBB1
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/
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