Sunday, September 11, 2016

Fall Events



A busy time coming up this fall! Over the next month or so, I'll be participating in some really exciting events. I hope you can join me, as they are all sure to be lots of fun.

To start off with, Warrior's Wrath, Book 3 in The Medieval Warrior's Legends series, is on sale through the end of September for .99. That's right, you can get your hands on this bodice-ripping, Kinky Twist on History! for less than a buck. It's available everywhere now!



(The print version is not on sale for .99)

As for where and when I'll be, here's the lowdown:

On Thursday, September 22, 2016, I'll be joining some of my fellow HVRWA members at the Nyack, NY Farmer's Market. From 8:00am – 2:00pm, stop by and chat with romance authors, and you can purchase signed copies of books. The Market is held in the commuter parking lot on Main Street, right in the center of town.

Friday evening, September 23, along with several other authors of erotic BDSM romance, I'll be hosting an hour at the online Facebook Party sponsored by BDSM Book Reviews. Starting at 10:00pm EST, I'll be sharing book excerpts, giving away free copies and offering some fun games and discussion topics. Here's the link to where the party will take place: https://www.facebook.com/events/654514618046516/

Also on September 23, to celebrate the first book birthday of Norseman's Revenge, I'll be unveiling a hot new cover, and will be hosting a Book Birthday celebration and giveaway that weekend as well. Stay tuned for more details!

Heading into October, there is the annual NJRW Put Your Heart in A Book conference, in which I participate every year. This year, I'll be presenting a workshop called "Twisting History – Using Real Historical Events and People to Propel Your Plot." If you're attending, I hope you'll think about sitting in for this exciting workshop on how to determine, research and incorporate historical settings and people into book. This research also lends itself to world-building in other genres, such as fantasy, time-travel, and even futuristic. Find out more about the conference here:
http://www.njromancewriters.org/conference.html   There's still time to register and come on down to Woodbridge NJ for a truly fantastic weekend.

Also, this year, the conference is hosting a brand-new event, the Hearts & Sparks Reader and Blogger Appreciation Brunch. You'll get to meet and talk to some of your favorite best-selling romance authors, snag some cool goodies and enjoy a yummy brunch as well. Details for this event are here: http://www.njromancewriters.org/hearts--sparks.html Hope to see you there!





Upcoming book news: The re-release of In the Mage's Arms (formerly Claimed by the Mage) is on the horizon. Just like Book 1, this title has been extensively revised, with new content and a hot new cover by my favorite cover artist, Winter Bayne. The cover reveal will be coming up right before the pre-order goes live, so keep an eye out for that.

I am planning to launch a newsletter in early 2017. Right now, some of the news I'll be sharing there includes upcoming book news, little tidbits and articles related to the time periods and settings I write in and other interesting factoids and writing tips. I'll also talk about some of my inspiration and host brief author interviews, giveaways, and maybe even some book reviews. I'll have details soon about how you can sign up for this newsletter.

On the backburner at the moment is a relaunch of my website. While I had hoped to complete that before the end of this year, it looks like the necessary revamping will also take place early in 2017. With the return of the rights to The Magiste Chronicles, I've had to rearrange the schedule a bit to accommodate the series relaunch. Book 1, In the Devil's Arms (formerly Claimed by the Devil) is available everywhere now: 


 






I hope to get to see you at some of these events, whether online or in person!

Saturday, August 20, 2016

The Magiste Chronicles Relaunch Begins Now!



Today's the day! The Magiste Chronicles officially relaunch today – starting with In the Devil's Arms. Set in an alternate modern-day New Orleans area, In the Devil's Arms tells the story of Helene, an Enchantress who suffers from impaired magical powers, among other things, and Devlin, an enemy from her past who shares her secret attraction. When Devlin learns Helene just might be the perfect submissive for him, he is determined to lure her to his bed – by whatever means possible! Immerse yourself in a world where magic is part of daily life, practiced by the Magiste, whose bloodlines can be traced back for centuries. Featuring Magically Kinky! love scenes, In the Devil's Arms has been extensively rewritten and revised – and features a smoking hot new cover by Winter Bayne. In the Devil's Arms is sure to rival the heat wave outside. Read a sneak peek below!



 * Can They Overcome the Past to Have a Future? *

Helene Gaudet finds the perfect Dom in an internet chat room. When they agree to meet, Helene realizes why he knows her so well – he's Devlin Marchand, the man who, years ago, handed her over to a dark sorcerer – to be killed.

She wants to forget the past, including badly impaired magical powers and an ex-husband who cursed her, leaving her infertile. At first fearful of Devlin's intentions, she finds her passion for him is so intense after each encounter, she can't bring herself to leave.

Devlin's guilt over past betrayals grows when they learn the curse dogging Helene was created by the trove of magic by his very own family. Devlin fears for their tentative relationship.

Will he be able to keep his vow to heal her, in every way possible, or will their enemies succeed in tearing them apart?

*** Contains lots of explicit Magically Kinky! love scenes of the paranormal kind, including magical sex toys, potions, bondage and spanking, and more!

And here's that promised excerpt – Helene's about to come face-to-face with her internet Dom:

"Can I get you anything, miss?" The bartender hadn't moved from his position in front of the taps.

"White wine, please." She slipped a few bills from her purse. She needed the drink to steady her nerves. And bolster her courage.

The bartender placed the glass before her. She left a tip and took the glass to the corner table, just as Dragonslayer had instructed. She would give him ten minutes to show, no more. With careful movements, she slid into the booth, grimacing as her legs came in contact with the cracked vinyl covering, sharp against her skin. She had to be crazy. She sipped her wine and drummed her fingers on the table. A shadow fell over her.

"Waiting for someone, Gaudet?"                                                                            

She knew that voice. She turned, her heart slamming into her throat to meet glittering silvery eyes and a self-satisfied smirk. No! Impossible! What the hell was he doing in this bar? Tonight? Now? His voice echoed in her head. Her throat tightened. It couldn't be. Ridiculous. There was no way he could be ... she refused to allow the thought to finish.

The shock of seeing him ignited a knee-trembling panic; she gave a silent prayer of thanks for being already seated. Forcing herself to stay calm, she responded to his question, hoping to present an aloof picture.

"Marchand. This is the last place I would have expected to find you."

She straightened her spine, proud of the steadiness of her voice, even if her insides squirmed like jelly. Mon Dieu, even after all these years, he looked so damn hot. He had grown from an attractive boy to a devastatingly handsome man; broad shoulders and a powerfully solid chest clad in a silky white shirt tapered to narrow hips and muscular thighs encased in black denim. His large hands rested on his hips, the casual stance belying the tightly leashed power she sensed just beneath the surface. The image of her fantasy captor sprang to mind and his current self replaced her remembered image. She swallowed, but couldn't dislodge the lump in her throat.

"Usually I wouldn't be caught dead in a dump like this, but circumstances required it."

His eyes gleamed in the dim light, and for a moment, her fantasies thrust into her consciousness, fantasies where he moved above her and ... No! She wouldn't go there. She held his gaze steadily, hoping she put enough ice into her expression to make clear she wanted him to leave.
Seemingly unfazed by her scowl, he waved a hand, indicating she should move over and let him in.

She shook her head and looked away. "I'm meeting someone, Marchand." Hopefully, he would realize he'd been dismissed. She wanted him gone before Dragonslayer showed up.

Her stomach rolled over. The ridiculous notion she'd forced aside resurfaced. Denial rose, sharp and jagged, the pieces of the puzzle coming together despite her attempt to refute it. Her gaze once more snapped to his, realization of the truth leaving her too shocked to resist when he pushed in beside her. Jamming her against the wall. Trapping her. His body, enticingly warm, pressed hard against her. She tried to ignore the heat rushing through her, the tremor of excitement barely held in check by apprehension. Recollection of the way he'd made her come while on the phone last week worked against her resolve to ignore her body's reaction.

"So tell me, Submissive Goddess, why are you here?"

"Bâtard!" She picked up her wineglass, intending to empty it in his face, but his hand on her wrist stilled the motion.

"Don't." His eyes hardened to steel, his tone heavy with warning.

"You are still the same rodent you always were. Why couldn't you just leave me alone?"

He leaned in close, his fingers tightening further on her wrist. The touch roused sensations far more delightful than she cared to admit, the reality of facing him in the flesh after all these years of fantasy scattering her thoughts. She needed to stay sharp, but focus eluded her.

"You don't really want me to leave you alone."

He smiled, the lazy curve of his lips jolting her heart to skip a beat.

"And I'm going to torment you, my little goddess. If you think the other night was intense, wait until you see what I have planned for you tonight."

She swallowed a gasp, flashes of their phone episode coming at her with blinding speed. She reached into her coat. Panic stole her breath when her fingers encountered an empty pocket. Her amulet had vanished! How the hell had he disarmed her? She didn't want to waste time figuring it out; she had to get out of here.

"Give it back, you loathsome prick."

"Now, now, no need for name calling."

"I'll do worse than that!"

His lips quirked again, sending her anger spiking. Her hands itched with the urge to slap the smile from his face. She turned toward the bar, but when she called for the bartender, her voice failed. Horror that Marchand had silenced her chilled her blood. How?

"I don't have to be loud enough for you to hear me cast, sweetheart."

Had he used a mind-reading spell as well? She needed to concentrate, maintain her barriers and keep him from entering her thoughts. Doing so grew complicated, with his face so close to hers and her amulet out of her reach. Without the pendant, defending herself against his magic would be difficult, if not impossible. His warm breath fanned her cheek and she suppressed a shiver. He smelled of mint and musk, and if he had been anybody else, she might just turn her face into his neck and inhale deeply.

Before she realized it, he captured her mouth. She responded, despite her attempt to fight the delight he stirred. His lips, soft and full, meandered over hers, and her resolve to resist melted as her mouth melted against his. He kept kissing her in that languid manner and her heart pounded. Oh God, already her wits had crumbled, her entire body ablaze from just a simple kiss. Her nipples strained against their lace covering. He drew away.