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|Posted on January 27, 2017 at 5:35 PM||comments (1)|
This week's blog might seem a little bit down in the dumps - it's not meant to be. In fact, I'm actually very excited to be discussing a topic that I myself am struggling with - fanbase. With over 20 released novels, 2.5 years in the industry and plenty of interaction on my fan page, one wouldn't think that I'm having any issues, but looks can be deceiving. Just like with this post; because despite a harrowing subject, I don't let it get me down! No one should, whetheer they're an author, editor, cover artist - or any other arts creator.
I spend hours struggling to find the will to set my adorable 8-month old down and write. Why? Because it's hard to want to meet deadlines when you feel like you're all alone and not making an impact. Sales aren't everything, despite what some people think. Many authors, myself included, simply want to help readers find a few hours of blissful entertainment in the pages of books. That's what reading has always been for me and it is what I've always dreamed I acheive anytime someone reads a book, review or not, and continues to follow me on my journey. Am I doing it? Not that I can tell . . . not yet.
After 2.5 years in the writing business I have to hunt for reviewers every single book. I have to post in groups, message to bloggers and spam the request all over my social media and ya know what? I'm lucky if I can find 5 people interested in reading my book for free in exchange for posting an honest review to Amazon. Does that burn? Abso-fucking-lutely. Each time it happens I feel like burying my head in the sand. I have so many amazing supportive people that help me share around my releases, but none interested in reading them. My newsletter is pitiful, no many how many free reads or exiciting things I offer, the list never grows. (on the plus side, no one unsubscribes and my open rate is 83% woot!) My friends seem nice enough when I have a book, but none of them review, which is kind of an author's bread and butter, not the sales. My street team is filled with an amazing group of ladies and a gent, and without them I don't know where my reviewers would come from. They make me find the strength to continue because I know that no matter how small, there are people that find joy in my work.
But can such a small number really be enough to validate my publisher keeping me on (dear lord I hope so LOL), or my personal life taking a backseat to the characters who would be just as content if I closed my eyes and imagined their stories instead of writing them down? Does that make me a failure? A lesser author? Someone who should learn when to quit and throw in the towel?
I may not have found my fans on social media the way many authors have (and many more still struggle to). My books touch people. Do I have hordes of fans gnashing their teeth to get my next book? Nope, not yet. But they are there and they do review when they happen to stumble across my work. I will continue to share the craziness that falls out of my head until there isn't a platform for doing so.
To all those that might be in a similar position to me, I urge you not to give up. Ignore all the doubt and anything that makes you feel like you aren't as important as the other indie authors in your library or your friends list. Keep pushing. Keep weaving incredible worlds, make dazzling promo and soon enough, we'll all have left our mark in whatever way we wish.
|Posted on January 18, 2017 at 10:40 AM||comments (0)|
There is a common phenomenon that occurs to authors that I thought I was immune from — the characters behaving in ways that you didn't even think possible. By this I mean that I have read a handful of teasers of mine and realized, I didn't remember writing the passage. Not a single word, not a single page of some chapters. It was almost as it the characters pushed me out of my mind to write their own stories.
Yes, I know many authors say this happens. However, as someone who needs everything to be just so, I had always assumed that while the characters could control my flow, they couldn't ever have me write something I was unaware of. I bet you're thinking, "oh she's probably only just had it happen for the first time." Ironically, it's been happening since the very first story I ever completed, Torn Between Two Worlds. IIf you read through any of books, there should be a word utterly absent from them, pussy. I personally cannot STAND that word. It is just unclassy to me, no judgment to anyone who loves it, just a personal thing. So when I was doing re-edits, my jaw dropped so fast it made my head spin when I saw this passage from Stryder.
A second finger joined the first, and her hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping the thick erection in time with his strokes. She cried out when his fingers slipped free of her body seconds before she was about to shatter. She opened her eyes to look at him and went to grab his head when she felt the scruff of his unshaved face brush against her inner thigh. His tongue rasped across the sensitive flesh of her clit, and her thighs squeezed together. His erection slipped from her hands as she was lost in sensation.
Mewls of need and desire escaped from her throat as he alternated between long licks across her pussy and deep thrusts of his tongue inside her. Her hands were fisting in his hair, tugging him closer, pushing his tongue farther inside.
"Stryder!" His name a desperate cry on her lips, and she felt him laugh, the vibration causing her hips to buck and impale deeper on his wicked tongue.
She was almost to the point of thrashing about as he licked her, putting more and more pressure behind each stroke of his tongue. Ciara bit down on her lower lip as her orgasm shot through her and she tasted blood as she tried to stop her shout from being heard by all awake. He continued to lap at her until she was shaking. When he retreated from between her thighs, he grinned wickedly at her.
"Oh no, you don't get to do that to me, to torture me and make me come like that without some of your own, Guardian." Sliding off the counter to sink to her knees, she heard a chair scrape across the floor as he pushed it back and sat down, the smirk still on his face.
The issue didn't stop with Stryder, though it wasn't occuring every book. Worlds on Fire passed uneventfully. Julian and Serena were exactly who I wanted them to be, exactly who they wanted to be. Then came Lucius, in Nightmare in Steam. There cannot possibly be a better example of a character taking over. Lucius was always meant to be cowardly. As a hero, he had to be sexy to an extent, but I'd never intended for him to behave in any manner that he did, but he was determined to be the best (and hottest) male ever for his Eliza. Five books later, he's still forcefully shoving himself into the Alliance of Silver & Steam stories, often making himself the undeniable hero, stealing the spotlight from the actual hero. Curious what I mean? Read this steamy slice, when Lucius first told me "there is no way in hell I'll be anything but the fucking best in bed."
As she stared out the window, she saw his hand raise and land slightly above hers on the solid glass window. She must have touched it to confirm it was truly there. His low growl in her ear as he nipped the bottom of it sent wetness between her legs. She squirmed, pushing her backside against his cock and shuddering when he reached between them and held himself. She could feel him stroking his shaft, feel as his hand stroked up the thick length and bumped the small of her back.
“Come now, Eliza.”
His free hand wrapped around her waist and turned her to him. Her startled gasp changed to a sigh of pleasure as he turned her and ran a finger along her clit. Her hips bucked, even as her hand fell off the window as she turned to him. The motion caused his finger to slip inside her folds. His growl was more like a purr as he stroked along her inner core.
“Damn, Eliza, you’re wet enough to bring me to my knees to taste you and see if you taste of chocolate to match your smell.”
Her head fell back as he used his knee to push her legs farther apart. She trembled under his touch, shook with need and longing to complete what she wanted. Sex. It was a dream, no one would ever know, and she wasn’t a virgin anyway. She wanted it all with Lucius, and she wanted it in this dream. The heat, the desire, the pulsing of her sex when she came screaming his name.
Small whimpers escaped from her as he rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance in small circles that had her seeing a multitude of colors instead of him. Reaching down, she ran her finger slowly down his cock before wrapping her hand around him. She could hardly close it around his thick cock, and the thought sent a wave of liquid between her legs. He grunted and pushed her until her arse pressed against the cold window.
His hips bucked against her, and he dragged his teeth along her neck before he swirled his tongue over the same spot. Her cry was a tangle of pleasure and need while his fingers stroked her. The head of his prick nudged her entrance, and she spread her legs wider, sliding down a little as she got lower to the ground.
He hesitated as she pushed against him, taking him deeper. His groan echoed in her ears, and he took control back again as he buried himself balls deep inside her. His hand traced a path down her chin and pulled her eyes to his. She rolled her hips, urging him forward, knowing that if he stopped, she would shatter with or without him.
Book after book, I've noticed small instances where the characters pushed me out of the way and not only told their story but did so in ways I didn't think I could have been the author of. Some things were far too profound for me to believe I wrote, others were emotions I've never felt, yet wrote so spot on I can't figure out how I did it. Which lead me to the final realization that the characters were not only telling their stories, but they were doing so in such a way that I was channeling things I should not have been able to, making the stories perfect in a way I could never imagine.
What the Steam Brings tackles not only a genre I wasn't overly sure I could do, but a topic that needed to be handled delicately. I wrote the story in a little over 3 hours and had no idea until I began to record the audio, that I had written one of the most tragically beautiful pairings ever. It was a romance that transcended time, and one that made me rethink the next steps for the series because Tristan became so much more than I'd ever intended, there is simply no way Isabella can continue being the female romantic lead as the series continues, as I'd originally intended.
“Mi amore,” Tristan said as his mouth closed over hers.
Passion flooded through her, as white-hot and strong as it had been the final time they’d touched in that manner. Her body was slowly turning to fire, remembering the play of his fingers over her bare skin, and the way his prick felt as it drove in and out of her body.
“You have not given anything to the mages for this? No payment, no servitude?” He searched her eyes pleadingly.
She shook her head, feeling the tears slip down her cheeks. “Much is different in this life now. The mages won the battle. Their services are charged to those that can afford them, but they were not without kindness. Those of us widowed in the battle were granted much, including adalliance with our lost love. Even if it could only last but a short time.”
“If all we have is precious moments, I do not want to squander them speaking of silly changes. I will spend them in your arms, in your body, reminding you of all the love you still have, even if I am not by your side to give it.”
His mouth moved over hers once more as he pushed the fallen strands of hair from in front of her face. He greedily deepened the kiss as his hands wound around her back. His touch was as it had always been. The same as if they had not been separated for so long and he weren’t simply a spirit.
From Rise of Silver - where Layel grew to be a character I have never imagined despite having had him in 4 other books - to my most recently finished piece, Something Borrowed, it happens time and time again. And so I've learned that not everything is in my control. I think it's better that way - that the characters can take over so completely I'm in awe of scenes when I read them back. It's somewhat frightening to be at the mercy of them in so many ways, but I absolutely think it makes for better reading. So until next week's blog, I'll let my newest set of characters take the wheel and tell their story.
|Posted on January 12, 2017 at 9:50 AM||comments (0)|
Hello everyone! With 2017 two weeks in I thought this week's blog post ought to be about my release scheudle! Yup, I've been hiding this bad boy while I hammered everything out with my publisher and anthology contributions - having a baby can make things tough, having medical needs makes it tougher! It would seem that 2017 is a year for military romances. The past two years I've released 1-2 In Services series a year and a hero here and there might have been military. In 2017 there are 4 books with military heros! Yup, that's quite a lot of uniformed goodness this year, I hope you're ready for them.
Without futher ado, here is the schedule!
January 19, 2017 - Amongst the Fea (Standalone Novella)
February 7, 2017 - "Christmas Soldier" featured in To See You Again: A WW2 Romance Anthology
February 25 2017 - Prison Drop (In Service, Army)
April 18, 2017 - "Something Borrowed" featured in Wedding Dreams Boxset
April 30, 2017 - Forgotten Worlds (Guardians book 4)
May 9, 2017 - Delta Dog (In Service, Marines)
August 10, 2017 - Disrupting the Steam ( Alliance of Silver and Steam book 6)
October 15, 2017 - Clockwork Wings (Steampunk Standalone Short)
December 5, 2017 - The Christmas Pup (m/m christmas stand alone)
I hope you'll come along with me again in 2017, my third year of having the honor of being a published author - both indie and small press. What would a release schedule be with a little tease of the covers? Not much fun, of course! Check out a few of these pretties.
Don't forget, in 2017 I'm hosting all non-anthology release parties in a private https://www.facebook.com/groups/1004711552991150/" target="_blank">Facebook group. Ask to join for fun, teasers and of course, prizes!
|Posted on January 2, 2017 at 1:40 PM||comments (0)|
Hello, hello! I hope you are all having a wonderful day 2 of 2017! I know I've been unforgivingly quiet on this blog - but I have a failry good excuse, and a promise that it will not happen again.
2016 was a wonderful year - I welcomed the birth of my first child, Aidan Cain Bissonnette. Isn't he too adorable to not drop in a photo collage of him? He was 7 months old on Christmas and we're still having all sorts of wonderful advertures. Unfortunately, along with being a new mom, I've suffered from quite a few post partum complications. In an attempt to keep my books on schedule for my wonderful readers - my website and newsletter took a backseat. If you follow on me on Facebook or Instagram, you likely didn't even notice I took a small hiatus because I'm always updating those!
2016 was also he's a rough year for the family. In early November, Tweedle passed away surronded by myself and Nova as he took his final breath. He was one of the hardest "sells" of my life, as I had convinced my parents almost 16 years ago that we did indeed need a third dog. Tweedle was a fierce protector , lover of butt scratches and giving kisses. His loss hit me hard, as he was technically my dad's dog when my father was alive.
It did allow us to welcome home our newest family member just before Christmas - Flash. Aidan loves him, when Flash isn't puppy nipping his toes. Nova loves him - the pair of them play for hours on end and I'm so happy she took to him. For any of you that do follow on my social media accounts, you've likely seen how much of a terror Nova can be - think Marley from Marley and Me. Well, she lost that pep in her step for the month and half she was the only dog and I'm thrilled to report she's back to her hyper-active, destructive ways.
In the book world, 2016 was as fruitful as the years that came prior. Despite working slower due to a hellish pregnancy, a newborn and living in New Orleans with all its temptations, I released so many wonderful books. Which ones you ask - I'm glad you did! Click on the title for more information, and too see which ones are in audio!
2017 is off to a start and I'm working on edits for one of my projects already! This year will bring about the end of the Alliance series and I'm sad to see it end, but it's grown way past the initial 4 books I had planned and I'm so blessed to have had wonderful characters. This Christmas I'm hoping to bring you not 1, but 2 new releases and I cannot wait. Not to mention the In Service series and Guardians have a lot in store this year as well and 3 secret anthology projects! My promise to you all this year is to not dwell on the failings of my past. I've learned and grown and become embitterend over many things and I cannot allow that to shade this wonderful new year before us. My blog and newsletter are back in full force and I've found a new way to do release prizes, a way that will hopefully increase my ability to spread the word about my new books and meet wonderful new readers. I even have a book signing in NOLA in May!
With that being said, I wanted to drop off some important links beyond the social media links that appear all over my site!
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Now as a thank you to you all for reading through my ramblings, if you've made it this far, send am email to: [email protected] with the subject line "Blog Post Freebie" to receive a FREE ebook! Yup, you're getting a free ebook just for reading my random chatter. Hope to see you all on this journey with me throughout 2017! Make worlds collide from parnaomral romance to heartwrenching contemporary tales, there's something for every romance lover and I hope my work brings joy to anyone who reads them.
|Posted on March 16, 2016 at 11:05 AM||comments (1)|
|Posted on January 22, 2016 at 11:20 AM||comments (0)|
The Alliance of Silver Steam is not ending with Silver Wings!
Many of you know that Rise of Silver & Steam was a complete after thought. Well, now there are 3 more novels coming and a series of slices of slice (FREE with this newsletter!). I'm so excited to get to continue these stories and show you just what happens after the devastating war that the Alliance of Silver and Steam had to cover up. Especially because Layel has been demanding to get his very own HEA since around October of 2014 and now he will have one!!
Every month, beginning in March 2016, there will be a slice of life short (anywhere from 2,500 words to 5,000 words) released via my newsletter for free! Why? Because there is going to be a very large time jump that I feel needs some filling in! So be on the lookout for your first tidbit - which will feature Kellan and Seraphina navigating what has become of them!
I'll slowly be revealing information about each book as we get closer to the actual release dates but I thought I'd leave you with the images of couples that are gracing the stunning covers that Dreams2Media created!
I hope you are all as excited as I am to see the Alliance continue on! Keep an eye out for updates, or join my newsletter by clicking here, so that you can keep getting the announcements weeks before I post them here!
|Posted on December 9, 2015 at 7:55 PM||comments (1)|
Now if you'll direct your attention away from the drool-worthy six packs (or the thick book he's holding ;)) I'll explain why this is important to an author. Reviews do so much more than give you a chance to voice your opinion - which is awesome anyway. They allow you to truly help an author. First and foremost (to me at least) is knowing that I've reached readers. Whether your review is talking about how much my books touched your heart or you're cursing me out for too much sex scenes, I love knowing that my books made it onto people's kindles and stirred a reaction in them. I will admit, I write because it's what it's my head and heart. However, without readers to enjoy my work, there's no point in pushing these ideas out from the space in my brain! Hearing from you in any fashion makes the dream so much better.
Of course, there is more than that. Reviews help with sales. When a review is posted on Amazon.com (or a blog) it reaches other readers. A great cover and a stirring blurb are wonderful, but people like opinions. Opinions good and bad help to sell books, which allows the author time and money to continue to write them! Always a plus, right?
It doesn't stop there though. Reviews are always required to help authors with promotion. Typically, it requires 10 with a 4.5 rating, but Amazon requires 50!!
Think it sounds easy? You're wrong.
I have a street team of 34 amazing people that review books early and most of my stories only have 4 reviews. Why? Because not everything will appeal to everyone of course! Sales could lead to more reviews, but it seems most readers don't know how important they are. I know I've sold more than 10 copies of each book ;). When a book hits 50 reviews on Amazon they start to include it to interested parties in emails, on your homepage as recommended and as suggested books on other pages. It's an important resource because not all readers live on Facebook or other social media platforms to see our ads.
Starting today (December 9th, 2015) if you leave a review of one of my books on any Amazon platform (does not include blogs or goodreads) and email the the link to it [email protected] I'll send you the next book in the series FREE!! Yes, you did read that properly. This will of course only apply once per series. Please note this is in no way seeking positive reviews. Review it however you want and all reviews count.
Guess that means there's only two things left to do - read and review!
|Posted on September 20, 2015 at 1:05 PM||comments (2)|
Now that I’ve got your attention, how about a little bait and switch? This blog is about historical sex, but in the writing zone. As a writer of erotic romance a HUGE chunk of my books is my characters getting down and dirty. But, I bet you didn’t know sex throughout genre’s and period pieces changes. You might read a steamy contemporary and see words like “cock”, “penis” and (my personal most hated) “pussy”. But, if you were to pick up a historical or a steampunk those words would be inaccurate and likely damage the quality of your novel. I get lost in the language all the time and it took setting up a style guide to remind myself when my characters are seductively sucking on a dick or gently cradling someone’s arse. You might have to get creative and do some research but there’s nothing stopping good old historical sex from lighting a fire on the pages too.
Drawing the line between the two can be difficult, especially if you bounce back and forth between genres as I do with my release calendar. One minute someone will be ripping off a sequin dress and sinking into the folds of a willing woman and then next my characters are fighting off corsets and petticoats. The most important thing to remember is always do your research. Sex in the modern age can be almost anything you want it to be – on a plane, with vibrating toys and even for a movie. Anything goes and the number of words you can use to vary your descriptions will have you chortling with glee. We certainly have no lack of words for body parts now – “dong”, “pecker”, “chub”, “va jay jay” – you name and you can probably get away with using it.
Excerpt – Torn Between Two Worlds
Her hand cupped his cock at the base and her other hand pumped up the length of it. Once. Twice. Three times. She slowly and gently licked across the bead of cum at his tip. Swirling her tongue under his head and playing with the tender skin she sucked him deep into her mouth. One hand pumping his length near the base and the other massaging his balls. Stroke after stroke, she took him inside her until she could tell by his noises he was coming close. Grinning wickedly, she pulled him out of her mouth with a popping sound.
"Now, now have some patience. You got to play with me and I'm going to return the favor until it's you screaming my name." Rising up a little, she pressed her arms together, squeezing her breasts together and letting his cock run up the crease and slip between them.
She used her own body to move her breasts up and down his cock, letting her tongue flick out and lick the tip each time it came near. She locked her eyes with his and saw the battle he fought, presumably not to flip her over and drive into her, which was almost what she wanted. She cried out when Strider's finger pushed its way inside her again in her distraction. She was so wet and ready it took all she had to not come undone when he slipped another in. Placing her arm on his wrist she slid his fingers out of her.
"Not that I don't approve. But this is my turn and I want you in my mouth, I want you to suck you till you lose control and come."
When you write in the past it can almost be like hitting your head against a wall. You gain clothing barriers, cultural barriers, clothing barriers and word barriers. There are a million things you need to think about or explain. A woman can’t just screw a man – something needs to be explained that she’s already been married, maybe she’s a lady of the night or maybe she’s just promiscuous. Either way, the first step is making sure it’s plausible. Then you need to wade through the undergarments. Can you have a lady without them? Sure thing, can you without explaining why – I wouldn’t. If those precautions aren’t enough writing erotically becomes hampered by language. You need to make sure your references are period and culture correct or all you’ll succeed in doing is pulling your reader out of the story.
Excerpt- Nightmare in Steam
Her body crashed into his and she felt his hands tear the shirt away before they grabbed onto her breasts and began to knead them. His hands, the ones that had seemed so small holding the glass, were perfect and warm as they touched her. He shuffled slightly, his prick dragging across her breeches and she bit her lip to not scream with need. He stopped then, his body a warm wall of heat behind her and tugged her backwards him to him. Her arse hit his shaft and she realized suddenly that she was naked and froze for a moment.
“Shh, shh now. It’s all a dream. Of course you’re clothes are off, Eliza. I want them off. I need them off.” His mouth trailed close to her ear and she wanted to turn and claim them, take control of the situation because she felt so helpless, so lost in her need for this Lucius.
But he hadn’t kissed her again, not yet and she whimpered, wanting to feel his mouth on hers again. His breath was warm against her neck. His lips were soft, barely a whisper along her skin as he kissed a fiery path. He placed gentle kisses along the long column of her neck. He was so cold, so brutal and calculating out of this dream, she could tell from the soulless look in his eyes, the look he sometimes got when he thought she wasn’t looking anymore. Yet here, in this dream room, he was heat and desire as he stood behind her. Match for match as her own selfish heart called for his touch knowing that this was nothing more than a dream. She didn't let the details concern her as she felt him press against her, naked flesh to flesh. His erection, a rock hard reminder of what would come, pressed into the small of her back.
Now that you’ve seen a little preview of both, what do you think you’d find harder to write? Which do you prefer to read?
|Posted on September 8, 2015 at 6:30 AM||comments (0)|
I am so excited that this day is finally here! Like any origin novel, this story presented itself after I realized there were so many questions in the Alliance of Silver and Steam world, because the books did not begin with the Alliance beginning. I worked diligently on Darker Side of Worlds, trying to ignore the demand to tell the story of how Seraphina fell and how the Alliance was created. I didn't know Layel at that the time, didn't understand even half of the intricaices of the world that was brewing beneath the surface. However, with the birth of Layel in my mind, came an entire plot twist in Bite of Silver (Which i was going to be working on right after Darker and would have been terribly different had my muse never spoken up).
I knew i had to write this story if I was ever going to finish anything else — including the already scheduled Alliance books. After speaking with the publisher, I quickly jotted down an outline and then stepped away and wrote not one, but two other Alliance books and 7 other books in total before I sat down in July 2015 and finally wrote this one, long after my muse was pushing for it. What was meant to be a 40-50 novella spun quickly out of my control to 65k and I hope you all enjoy the backstories as much as I enjoyed learned them as I wrote. After what seems like forever, I'm able to tell this story, fill in the holes and give a breath of life to Thomas Agardawes that makes him so much more than a Guildmaster.
Thomas Agardawes has a bride that resists him, and a job that he doesn't like. When a Royal approaches him on only his third day as a master at the Clockworker's Guild, his life is turned upside down. Demons lurk in the underground and he has been assigned the task of leading the force against evil.
Seraphina has torn her wings from her body to save a lover’s soul, but he spurns her. Revenge blossoms, and she plots to make Hell her own and force humans to pay for what they took from her. Nothing will stop her, and her corruption runs soul deep.
Layel, a Pure Angel, has fallen for a human, and it’s almost cost him his wings. That is not the hardest task to face. He must convince a man to run a secret group to hunt demons as they’ve come out of Hell to hunt the humans. If he succeeds, he will then need to train them all.
Three souls that couldn’t be more different collide in unexpected ways as the Alliance of Silver and Steam is born, and the secrets of demons unleashed on the world.
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Frantically, she grabbed her right wing and jerked it up as high as she could and sliced the sword through the feathers. She screamed in pain, despite not having reached the root feather. They would re-grow if she did not cut it out. She heard shouts, and Muriel dared to touch her. Seraphina swung the blade in a long arc and sliced the female’s arm.
“Izazal! Get her out of here. I will deal with Seraphina,” Layel shouted.
Seraphina hastily grabbed her left wing and repeated the action. Pain as hot as a branding iron shot through her. Tears dripped down her face, and she felt her stomach heave. But she was not done.
“Seraphina, I beg you. Cease. You cannot undo this once it is done.” Layel’s voice was soft, pleading, and his hands were outstretched, reaching for her.
“There is nothing that will stop me.” Her voice was so full of rage, she didn’t recognize it.
Arching her back, she stabbed the point straight down into her back. Her cry was so loud that it rang in her ears. Bile rose in her throat, and she swallowed it down, ignoring the bitter taste and the vile burn as she did. She heard Layel’s roar and felt the gust of wind he created as he fled, leaving her and her blood alone in the street. Closing her eyes and clamping down on the inside of her right cheek, she began to carve out her flesh and the root feather. She could not feel anything except the bite of the metal as pain and nausea compounded her every action. She did not stop, could not stop. If she were to reach Demetrious, she had to fall.
About the author:
Lexi Ostrow has been in love with the written word since second grade when her librarian started a writing club. Born in sunny southern California she’s spent time in various places across the country and can’t wait to settle down somewhere in the French Quarter when she’s able too.
Lexi has been a writer ever since the second grade in some form or another. Getting her degree in creative writing and her master’s in journalism she couldn’t wait to get a chance to put her fantasies down on paper. From paranormal romance to thriller there isn’t a genre she doesn’t love to spend her time reading or writing.
Reading and writing are her first loves but her passion for shopping, love for yummy food and her love for all her many pets. She hopes to one day help other readers fall in love with writing as she did.
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|Posted on August 26, 2015 at 5:25 AM||comments (0)|
When the mages stepped out of the shadows the only way to deal with them was war. And war meant loss. Isabella gained much in the world the mage’s opened up to London. The mage’s created things beyond their imaginations, some with magic, and others with steam. However, she lost the only thing that mattered—her husband. When able to use a kindness from the mage guild, she does not hesitate to bring Tristan back for one final steamy encounter.
About the author: Lexi Ostrow has been in love with the written word since second grade when her librarian started a writing club. Born in sunny southern California she’s spent time in various places across the country and can’t wait to settle down somewhere in the French Quarter when she’s able too. Lexi has been a writer ever since the second grade in some form or another. Getting her degree in creative writing and her master’s in journalism she couldn’t wait to get a chance to put her fantasies down on paper. From paranormal romance to thriller there isn’t a genre she doesn’t love to spend her time reading or writing.