Friday, July 25, 2014

Drive it like you Stole it!

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Hello Decadent people! I’m thrilled to be with you here today to celebrate my newest release, High-Speed Hunger!
Got a hankerin’ for fast-paced, riding the rails romance? Then maybe my sexy Tyrone and tough Eileen will take you on a ride you won’t soon forget!
I love to drive and I have a heavy foot. I enjoy the wind in my face, the back end fishtailing around a corner, and the look of fear on other driver’s faces as I’m barreling toward them on their side of the road. Of course I’m kidding. Although that would be exciting, wouldn’t it? *grins*
I wrote High-Speed Hunger out of my love of driving, and yes I love the freedom of getting behind the wheel and enjoying a drive out in the country, taking in the scenery, and of course, just being alone on the road with my man. I’ll take a road trip over a hot sandy vacation any day. And maybe one day I’ll get to sit in the driver’s seat of a race car and live that one tiny dream.
But until then, I get to live vicariously through my characters…

Eileen Lavoie hasn’t had a moment’s peace in forever. As manager of Ragin’ Cajun Racing, being mother hen to testosterone and ego in coveralls is tough business. Not only did she break the rules and date her lead driver, she’s got a hankering for the new guy…and he’s one sexy Jamaican treat.
      Raised on the track, Tyrone Ellis wants the chance to make a name for himself, and he wants the boss’s daughter in every way possible. One night of unforgettable passion sets the wheels in motion, but will jealousy and competition lead to an unfortunate end?

EXCERPT:
He closed the distance and removed the bandage with gentle fingers, while she breathed in the intoxicating scent of vanilla-spice and pure man. Everything about him set her body afire. How embarrassing. The boss should be calm and in control, not wet between her legs and fumbling for words.
“No need to be shy, sweet Eileen. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“That’s not what I’m afraid of.” Shit. Why did she have to say that?
“Oh?”
Dancing around the subject seemed like the smart thing to do. “So, are you excited about your test drive tomorrow?”
He chuckled—a deep, sensual sound that seemed to flow like silk from his delicious mouth. When his breath tickled her injured ear, she closed her eyes. The subtle heat eased the sting.
“More nervous than anything.”
“Why?”
His body tensed. “I watched my father die in a car crash back home.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and opened her eyes. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
“Was he a racer?”
He smiled broad and proud. “One of the best. Well, the bleeding has stopped.”
“What?” She stared up at him, confused by his last words.
“Your ear. It stopped bleeding,” he said with a crooked smile. “You have a little tear, but you’ll be happy to know you won’t be a one-earring wearing woman.”
“That’s…good.” That’s good? Ugh. I’m such an idiot. A few inches in separation from this big, sexy man left her brainless.
He cupped her shoulder. She glanced at his hand. It was large enough to do harm if he wanted, yet smooth enough to create heaven as well. Jesus. I’m acting like a nervous teenager. “I…um…why did you come down here?”
Ty’s smile was delicious. “I heard the music and had to investigate. I’m glad I did. You put on a great show.”
“When did you leave the tavern?”
“After you. I’m not much of a partier.”
She stared down at his boots, unable to look him in the eyes. Knowing he wasn’t a partier pleased her, considering she always had to babysit Pop and Bobby.
His hand appeared in her line of vision. “Dance with me?”
“An Old Fashioned Love Song” played in the background. “To this?” She giggled, thinking he must be joking. “It’s not a slow song.”
“Why not? I’ll dance with you any day or night, even to this shitty song, sweet Eileen.” His playful smile made her ache to kiss him hard.
The way he said her name with that sexy accent made her skin tingle, too. “Okay.” An instant connection washed through her the moment their hands connected. He reached round and pulled her body close, like he had every right to. Without thought, she drifted into his embrace. Pressing her cheek to his chest felt so natural. Following his smooth guidance, she closed her eyes and exhaled.
It didn’t matter the song wasn’t a slow one. He had a way about him she couldn’t ignore. Everything he did was mesmerizing, calming, and maybe a little protective, too.
All negative thoughts of Bobby faded away, and just the two of them were there, in the garage, holding each other. After a while, she glanced up and smiled. “I can’t remember when I danced last. He never—”
“Shhh…leave him out of this,” Ty whispered. This time, when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn’t shy away. His lips brushed hers, and an instant, needy ache pooled between her thighs. Eileen moaned and allowed herself to be enveloped in his undeniable passion. Never before had a man made her feel so hot from a single kiss.

Until next time!

Shady

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About the Author:
Shady Grace (formerly known as BL Bonita) makes Northern Ontario her home, where the bush is so thick you can't see two feet past the tree line. Perhaps the mystery of the woods was what initially sparked her need to write. She adores strong alpha males who fall for fiery, independent women, in settings with humorous dialogue and action-filled plots. Shady believes love and sex should be exciting and unforgettable. Being able to write about it is better than cheesecake.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

My Muse is at it Again!


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My husband generally laughs at me when I say my muse has my ear...he doesn't understand what that means. I wish he did at times, let me tell you. For me though, this post is about just how dangerous it is to give your muse free rein.
As an author I rely on my muse to inspire me with ideas, with plots, visions, and for the most part that is exactly what she does. However, what she also does from time to time is bring in another muse to help her out. This time they've ganged up on me so I don't know which way to turn. I had started another project which would have seen another western one with a bit more spice to it. But nope, she decides to jump in and say lets do something different. Lets challenge you...you're not busy. As if running my own business, starting a new job, and writing wasn't enough for me to do.
I've been lucky with my muse, she usually gives me ideas that challenge me without overwhelming me.  Well, she challenged me this time in a way I've not felt before. Instead of stories which I'm typically comfortable with, she wants me to do something out of this world. Literally. I'm all for challenges, all for expanding my writing portfolio – but come on, I've never written anything remotely sci-fi-ish. There is a major difference between writing a paranormal romance and a sci-fi one.  Give it a shot! She says. You never know you might like it!
Might like it? Oh for the love of all that is holy! So I'm off to a killer start with this new story...but at the same time I'm plotting the demise of my muse. After all, how can I write westerns if I'm off in some other galaxy or time? Take this as a word of warning – never let your muse have any freedom. The moment you do – you'll be stuck with a story you're not sure you can even write much less write well.

Happy writing!


Patricia

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Necessary Evil

By Becky Flade

Villains, I love ‘em. A juicy bad guy is so much fun to read, to watch, to write. They get the best lines and they get to behave in the most atrocious manner without apology. I read somewhere not long ago that the best bad guys believe they are in fact the good guys but I don’t believe that. Nope. The best bad guys know that they are bad and they revel in their debauchery. I personally do not enjoy a bad guy that is conflicted by his/her demons. I don’t want to feel empathy for the villain. I want an antagonist I can really sink my teeth into.
It’s like asking Anne Rice fans which character they preferred: Louis or Lestat, which I’ve done, and Lestat almost always wins. Let’s face it--Louis was a world-class whiner.
Well-written heroes, and heroines alike, have to have a little darkness to round out the light or you get a boring Pollyanna; an unrealistic goody-goody that no one will be able to relate to because people are not that two-dimensional. But the opposite does not hold true when crafting the bad guy. Oh no, the villain, ah, the villain can be simply motivated by the darkest of desires. He doesn’t have to be complex because the reader doesn’t have to connect. The reader doesn’t want to connect. As an author, you don’t want them to; you want them to fear the villain, to loathe him, but most importantly you need him to make your protagonist heroic.
Villains are a necessary evil. And damn if they’re not a good time, too.

Enjoy this excerpt from Goddess of the Hunt:

Reece stood and paced. Matthew sat quiet, watchful, and Reece considered him out of his peripheral vision. He loved Matthew like a brother, the only family he had, and he’d kill Matthew in a heartbeat. He thought Matthew knew it, too. What kind of monster did that make him? He didn’t care. He stopped when the guttural sex noises down the hall ceased.
“I don’t like it. Keep an eye on her. And on Eoin.”
     “Do you really think he’d turn on us after all this time?” Matthew added whiskey to two tumblers.
“We killed his brother, mate. I’ll never trust him fully. Not like I trust you. But, no, I don’t think he would betray us for a pretty piece of ass. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to watch him just the same.” Reece picked up his drink and took a healthy sip. “Matter of fact, Matthew? Reach out to our little friend across the pond and see what he can dig up on the delightfully loud Ms. Fleming.”
Matthew picked up his own glass but didn’t drink from it.
“Reece? Is this genuine caution or are you just searching for a reason to take the woman for yourself?”
“Does it matter?”



About the Author:
A city girl, born and bred, I place my stories in and around southeast Pennsylvania, or at least have a character or two from the area. Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.

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Making my own dreams come true, one happily ever after at a time!

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Monday, July 21, 2014

Magic and Fairy Tales in Darkest Magic

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From Decadent’s new Beyond Fairytales line….

Magic and fairy tales go together like vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce. It’s a natural combination that’s been tried and true for so long everybody accepts it as fact. Just like good and evil. That’s definitely a big fairy tale staple. I decided to shake and stir, and combine them both in DarkestMagic.
In Darkest Magic, there is a good witch named Estrella, married to a dwarf named Otis. Dwarves are another fairy tale character we often see and quite handy to have around most of the time! Unlike trolls, who generally are no fun at all. But there are no trolls in this story! There is also an evil witch named Petrina. She’s married to the alpha male of the werewolf pack.
The what? Yes, I blended the modern day concept of werewolves with magic for this tale and here’s why. Some say that it’s magic that makes a werewolf. Others say it’s a virus, something you can catch. Which one is true? I don’t really know. Do you?
There are lots of werewolf romance books out there, but how many of them boast a dwarf sidekick and a battle to keep the forest safe from evil? If it sounds like I’m a bit of an environmentalist at heart, you’re right. I’m currently making hiking plans for the weekend! In regards the dwarf, I simply had to include one since there was one in the original Grimm fairy tale my story is based on, and I am totally head over heels for Tyrion in Game of Thrones. (Who can blame me, really? He’s so awesome!) More on dwarves later…
I look forward to readers’ comments on how well my wolves and witches interact. It was difficult at first to re-frame the story in modern terms, but once I got going it all came together quite well. Remember, magic and fairy tales CAN include werewolves. Like that one peeking over your shoulder right now…
Oops!
Just kidding!
Eva


Darkest Magic:
Nik Epperstein’s alpha lost his mate two years ago and took an evil witch as his new bride. Ever since then, Eli’s leadership has become violent, bordering on insane. When Eli attacks him, Nik’s healing powers mysteriously vanish. He can’t defend himself, nor protect the wolf he secretly loves. Only through the help of a foul-mouthed witch and an overly-dramatic dwarf will he save her – but their assistance comes at a price.
Caroline has tried for two years to lure Nik into her bed and can’t understand his hesitation.  After all, she senses their mating bond loud and clear. Then Nik disappears. She confronts her father who tells her Nik is dead, and she’s next on his chopping block.  Without Nik to protect her, she flees the pack and is kidnapped by a man half her size.
Reunited at last, the young wolves have one last chance to ignite their bond. But love must wait when battle looms. Eli and his wife attack, and aren’t above using dirty tricks to win. If Nik and Caroline survive the battle, the dwarf and his wife will require them to make a promise that will change their lives forever…

EXCERPT:
A cool wind whispered along her bare arms and she hugged herself, suddenly chilled. No good would come of this night, her senses screamed. That, and run. But to where? From whom?
Another snap of a twig and she spun, only to come face to face with her father. “Dad? What are you doing out here?”
“Caroline.” His eyes looked weird, glossy and red.
She took a step back, fighting the urge to flee, which would only entice the wolf in him to give chase. “Are you following me?”
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. I have something to discuss with you.”
A far away howl reached her ears. Long and sorrowful, it wrung her heart, heightening her senses. Every nerve on alert, she glanced toward the source of the sound and then focused on her father. “What do you want?”
“I’m afraid since Petrina is pregnant with our son, she sees no further need to have you around.”
Petrina, again. Had her father forgotten all about her mother? He acted as though he lived only to please his new wife these days. The thought he’d forgotten his first mate for love of this creepy one sickened her. She wanted Petrina out of the pack, out of their lives, forever. “What does she have to do with anything?”
Another howl carried on the wind, and her gut churned. It sounded like a wolf in pain, and the pitch and tone triggered her wolf’s anxiety. When it howled in return, the name bubbled up to the surface with shocking surety. Nik. He’s hurt.
Her father closed in, not making any quick moves, but the tension in his body threatening nonetheless. “She’s concerned about your presence here, Caroline. If you’re not mated to a pack member, you need to go. Your bloodline can serve no purpose but to dilute my power.”
She blinked, not certain she’d heard him correctly. Her father’s words made no sense. When had he become so political—and with his own family members? “Papa, you know Nik is my mate. Always has been. There’s no one else in the pack I could ever care for. Where is Nik? Let me go to him. We can settle this all tonight.”
“Nik is gone, honey.”
“Gone?” Her arms trembled, this time not from the cold. “What do you mean? He’s coming back, isn’t he?”
Her father didn’t speak but hell seemed to stir in his eyes as he hovered over her. “No.”
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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.




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