New Release - To Be His - by C.R. Moss

Always happy to have C. R. Moss on my blog. She's a wonderful author and fellow artist, and she's here today with her new release a contemporary erotic romance, with paranormal elements.

Thank you for having me on your blog! I’m happy to share with you and your readers my latest release.

First is some information about the series and the book…

About the Series

Nestled within the hills of central Texas is a special ranch. A place that defies the laws of physics—that of time, space, and dimensions. It’s a place where normal morphs with the paranormal and supernatural. A place that seems to know what a person’s true desires and needs are, and then allows the right circumstances to occur to fulfill those wishes.

Welcome to the Gateway Ranch.

Your gateway to all things possible…

To Be His by C.R. Moss

I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Gavin Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected.

Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that brought us together could also tear us apart…

And possibly claim my life.

Now a peek into the story…

Excerpt for To Be His by C.R. Moss

“Phone call? Mind telling me exactly what’s gone on?”

I put down the peas, filled him in on the call, how Chad had found me in the hall, and what we’d discussed. “I don’t know what he meant about you ruining his business. How can a wrangler ruin a hotel concierge? I don’t even know how he knew I’d started seeing you.”

Gavin shrugged. “Got me.”

“I’m so glad you showed up when you did.”

“So am I.” He put his arm around me and gave my shoulders a squeeze. “I’m serious when I’d said that I’ll do what’s in my power to keep you safe.”

“I appreciate that.”

His face drew near to mine as if leaning in for a kiss. Anticipation coiled within me. But then he tilted his head and planted his lips on my forehead. Disappointment shoved the eagerness aside.

He stood. “I should get going. Let you rest.”

I didn’t like the pit forming in my stomach with the thought of him leaving and me being alone. It almost felt like I was being abandoned. Reaching out, I grasped his hand. “Don’t go. I’d like you to stay. That is, if you don’t have somewhere you need to be.”

“Nope. The rest of my day and evening are open.”

“Good.” I yanked on his hand to bring him back down onto the couch, and I planted my lips on his.

Gavin kissed me in return, but all too soon he pulled away. “Ari, I’m not sure this is a good idea. I don’t want to be an emotional crutch, a rebound guy, or a tool in some kind of revenge maneuver. If we’re going to be together, I don’t want it to be in Chad’s shadow.”

Shifting and looking straight ahead, I sighed. “I understand, but really, I had…have…none of that in mind. My attraction to you is solely based on—” A knock at my front door interrupted my little speech. “Mierda. Talk about bad timing.”

“I’ll go see who it is and get rid of them, if you want?”

“Please.”

I watched him walk across the room into the small foyer and open the door, leaving the security screen door closed and locked. The voices were muffled until one boomed and seemed to project into the house.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you’re going to let me in now,” Chad yelled. “I want to see my girl. I want to see Arianna.” 

Buy To Be His by C.R. Moss here:

Universal Buy Link for To Be His ~ https://books2read.com/ToBeHis  

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Be-His-Gateway-Ranch-story-ebook/dp/B086KSV665

Print version ~ https://www.amazon.com/dp/0985459956

About the author…

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing as Casey Moss, she delves into the darker aspects of life in her work, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the lighthearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore… www.caseymscorner.com

Author Links

Blog/Website – https://caseymscorner.com/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/CRMoss

Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/caseymscorner/

Amazon Author Page – https://www.amazon.com/C-R-Moss/e/B002DBE49W

More Gateway Ranch books can be found at: https://threeflamespublishing.com/series/

The Art of The Elder Man (Coming Tomorrow!)

Uncovering and divulging  an outlandish conspiracy will put a hard bump into any journalist’s career, and Armin can only blame himself when he’s dispatched from Frankfurt’s skyscrapers into the depths of rural France on the unglamorous job of writing about a cobbing workshop.

Natural building is messy, dirty and sweaty work, but it has its consolations. For example, Van, the greying but undeniably hot master cobber teaching the workshop. Sure, the man is a hopeless tree-hugger, with embarrassing notions about ancient folklore and religions, but he’s still worth a week-long fling, right?

When Van is revealed in all his majesty and power as a long forgotten forest god, however, the week-long fling might well become entangled with eternity, on the edge between life, death, madness, and immortality.

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I can't wait for tomorrow, and the release of The Elder Man, a story that I have worked on for well over a year. It all began even longer ago, with this drawing I made of Danila Kovalev in January of 2018.

"Cernunnos (1)" 

(model, Danila Kovalev)

pencil drawing

© Katherine Wyvern

It was a drawing of Cernunnos, god of the forest and keeper of the gates of the underworld in Gaulish mythology. This drawing was just an homage to the beauty and magic of the woods around my garden, but it slowly became so deeply rooted into my imagination that Cernunnos finally found his way into one of my notorious "short, light stories" and turned it into a wonderfully deep and textured tapestry of wild nature and ancient magic. Since then I made more drawings for this book, and they became part of the storytelling for me. I have gathered them here, and I hope they express some of the love and awe I feel for Van and his woods.

"Cernunnos (2)"

(model, Henry Ian Cusick) 

Pencil drawing, digital color 

© Katherine Wyvern

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"The Great God Pan (1)"

(model, Henry Ian Cusick)

pencil drawing, digital effects

© Katherine Wyvern

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"The Great God Pan (2)"

(model, Henry Ian Cusick)

pencil drawing, digital effects

© Katherine Wyvern

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“Why the antlered man? Who is it?” repeated Armin, a little confused, looking at Van.

Van shrugged. “He’s … Amun, and Silvanus and Pan, and the Leshy and Veles and Svyatibor  … even the Minotaur, perhaps. There is a picture of him as old as fifteen thousand years in a cave in the Ariege, la grotte des Trois-Frères. The Sorcerer. Prancing fellow with antlers and a thumping big dong.”

Every woman in the room, including the young girls, giggled.

He grimaced theatrically. “Sorry. All these old horned males. What can I say?”

“Anyway, some would say he’s the Devil, too, and Baphomet. And lately, just the Horned God. It all got twisted about since the Christians started messing with the old deities. And the Wiccans just made one big stew of it all to cover all the bases and be on the safe side. They may not be wrong however. In France, the Gauls came to call him Cernunnos or Carnonos or Cerunincos, which all simply mean the horned one or the antlered one. I suppose we might go with Cernunnos.”

“Wherever you look, there was always a god of the forest, the earth, the water… a god of low places, valleys, sources, meadows. His trees were always small trees. Healing trees. The willow, the elder, the rowan. Not a sky god. Not a war god. He was also, as often as not, a god of agriculture and fertility. And death and healing, even resurrection.  Fall, winter, and spring, the seasons. Nature again. It was easy in the old days to believe in such a divinity. And it was wise to pay tribute to him. Forests, fields, death, rebirth, the cycles and forces of nature were rather more … central.”

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"Stag Night"

pencil drawing, digital effects 

© Katherine Wyvern

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"At the head of the bed was sculpted a huge tree, which rose from a tangle of roots and interwoven grasses or creepers and spread on the walls and under the ceiling.

It took a sort of knack, a subtle shift in vision and a certain familiarity with Van’s twisting and fractal designs, to realize that the tree was actually two slender stags, rearing up belly-to-belly, muzzles raised, legs grappling. Their massive leafy antlers spread up and out like a petrified fountain and ended in a foamy, lacy, semiformal trellis of finely tooled flower heads.

The stags might be fighting, but seeing how their long cocks and serpentine tongues were entwined in two labyrinthine knots, they might also be doing something else entirely.

Armin blinked, dumbfounded, then blinked again, and uncannily, the tree was just a tree once more..."

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"Cernunnos (3)"

pencil drawing, digital effects 

© Katherine Wyvern

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“There has always been something mystical about the stag and his antlers, in all the old Indo-European cultures. The stag was important enough to have his own constellation, roughly where modern astronomers place Ophiuchus. The Celts put it nicely, saying that the stag carried the solar disk in his crown. His antlers and his strength are greatest in the autumn, they are lost in the winter and emerge again in the spring. He incarnates the death of nature and its awakening. He and Cernunnos are avatars of the fall, of the death of nature and its rebirth. Cycles again.”

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 I am immensely grateful toe Evernight Publishing and Jay Aheer of Simply Defined Art for including my moon cycle illustration in the cover of the book.

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