Friday, March 22, 2013

Krystal Shannan Features - Kim Carmichael

The Thin Line Between Good and Evil

At my very core I am a romance author.  Everything else aside, at the end of the day I believe in heroes to die for, heroines that give them a run for their money and a happily ever after.

Then The Promise crept into my mind.  I was taken with the idea of writing a hero who at his essence was evil personified – a demon.  How on Earth did one take an incubus and make him redeemable?  How could I make my readers cheer for him at the end? 

I started thinking about how so many things in life toggle that fine line between good and evil.  One person's favor is another person's burden.  Take The Wizard of Oz, in that story the Wicked Witch is exactly that, irredeemable, terrible to the core.  Flip the camera 180 degrees and you get the musical Wicked where the Wicked Witch (Elphaba) is anything but wicked, and in fact it was everyone else around her who was truly evil.

Many times, the villain is nothing more than the hero in his own story.  All you need do is look at things from another set of eyes.

So for my demon, I gave him something he never encountered as an incubus…a child.  Not just any child, but a crying child who just lost a parent.  I let him get to know her throughout her life. I let him experience the trials and tribulations of being human. In his world humans were nothing but useless mortal creatures to be used, but I let him encounter someone who used him right back.  I gave him a human who didn't know enough to be scared of him.  In fact, while my heroine couldn't even love herself, she learned to love him.

Hero to die for?  I am quite in love with Dolan, my torn up and miserable demon.

Heroine that gave him a run for his money?  Leora confounded him from the day he walked in on her.

Happily ever after?  Hey, at the end of the day I write romance.  

Kim Carmichael's newest release is The Promise:

Demon Dolan Ciar exists on three simple words: desire, denial, and destruction. Every four years, he is allowed one night of earthly passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.
Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond's life. He taught her how to seize control, to never give up, and to take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four, her self-centered existence is focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she won't be dissuaded.
A mistake brought Dolan to Leora. A promise bound him to her. Returning once again to ask for his freedom, he is faced with Leora demanding to be his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness.
Now, Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.
The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.
He tilted his head. "You look older."
She forced herself to blink and to remember her goal. "Then I assume I am at last old enough to be a fit for a demon." She stepped forward, stopping less than a foot away from him. The back of her throat dried out, and she swallowed.
He put his hand to his chin, his gaze taking her in. "This old song and dance. When will you use the brains you have and leave it alone?"
His words hit her, but rather than retreating, she moved closer. The energy, the tingle, the wafts of spice encompassed her and lured her toward him. "Never."
"You were smart last time. Why don't you release me so I can do what I came here for." He glanced down at her and then shifted his focus beyond her. "I have needs as well."
"Tonight I am the one you came here for." The mention of his last visit stung, but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up the buttons of his shirt. "You always told me to take control."
He shook his head. "A lesson you learned well."
She reached up and clenched his collar in her fist. "I let you go last time, but tonight I am the one you need."
He grabbed her wrist. "I spared you before. Never forget that."
She stared right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. "It's me, Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don't care about your pain." She tensed, preparing herself for his retaliation.
"I thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon." He pressed his palm to the side of her face.
Heat radiated through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. "A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book."
His jaw tightened. "That was a mistake. An oversight."

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Krystal Shannan Features - Red and the Wolf by Laura Lee Nutt #pnr

Red and the Wolf
Laura Lee Nutt

They said Little Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after. They lied.

Six years after the attack at her grandmother’s cottage, Blanchette still wilts at the sound of a wolf’s howl. The scent of pine rising from the Black Forest surrounding her home is a constant reminder of the beast’s assault and the injury it left on her finger. After years spent hiding away, Blanchette’s world tilts when she wakes--naked and without memory of the previous night--in the forest, instead of behind the safety of her closed shutters.
Since rescuing Blanchette and her grandmother, huntsman Heinrich has befriended her family by day, and keeps watch as a powerful wolf over his territory by night. Sinister otherworldly creatures constantly threaten his domain and the human village he protects.

When the emperor sends a hunter to investigate the attack and slay any inhuman beings, Heinrich must tread carefully and protect not only himself, but his newly-discovered mate, who prowls the moonlit nights alongside him. He must also determine who is responsible for a string of murdered villagers, proving he can control his lupine nature and offer protection to the village, rather than danger.

CONTENT WARNING: Vengeful fae, dark magic, vicious murder, moral quandaries, explicit sex, and tragic honor.
A Lyrical Press Fantasy Romance | Lyrical Press Once Upon
Series – Embracing Ever After

Herr Kaismann’s soul-scouring gaze left Blanchette certain the man had memorized her every detail. He showed no regard for Herr Jaeger’s unconcealed aggression, yet an odd compassion in his gaze made her unsure whether or not he would inspire nightmares. Usually in her terrorizing dreams, strangers joined the wolf along the shaded woodland path where the flowers dripped fat drops of blood when she plucked them.
Breaking his stare and shifting his attention to Herr Jaeger, Herr Kaismann said, “I thought the girl was blond.”
“What?” Herr Jaeger asked, incredulous. “What does the color of Blanchette’s hair or your being some--” Herr Jaeger bit off whatever he had originally intended to say and glanced at her as if remembering she still clung to him. “What does any of this have to do with Fraulein Blanchette?”
Herr Kaismann folded his hands neatly before him. “The tales say Little Red Riding Hood was blond, and from everything I have seen, your Blanchette is the true Little Red Riding Hood.”
Herr Jaeger glanced at her, scowled, gray eyes igniting with the comforting protective anger of a man defending his woman. He shifted and turned on Herr Kaismann. “You speak of nothing more than a child’s tale. Do not harass our young women in its name.”
Only, it was true, at least in part. How had the man found her out of all the girls in the Holy Roman Empire? In the world? How had he realized she was the girl to whom the tales referred?
A thin smile turned Herr Kaismann’s lips. He stepped forward so less than a pace remained between the two men. “The emperor and I find the prospect of such simple stories being pure fancy rather…unbelievable. At the heart of every fable or children’s tale lies a grain of truth. In discovering it, we reveal the real danger. We cannot have man-eating wolves running loose, now can we?”

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I’d like to invite you and your readers to participate in the giveaway I’m hosting this month to celebrate the release of Red and the Wolf. On Monday, April 1, I’ll announce the winners on my website—no tricks for April Fools Day, I promise. You will have from 12:00 AM on Monday, March 11, central time, to 11:59 PM on Sunday, March 31, central time, to gain points. Each point counts as an additional time you will be entered in the drawing for a number of prizes such as a beautiful, illustrated edition of Andersen and Grimms’ fairy tales and Little Red Riding Hood’s basket complete with an assortment of goodies to brighten anyone’s day, even a grandmother’s whose house has just been burgled by a werewolf. For more details and how to earn points, visit my website. To earn your first point, comment on today’s post.

What do you imagine Little Red Riding Hood carried in her basket to her grandmother's house?

About the Author:
In elementary school, Laura Lee Nutt checked out every fairy tale in the library so often, if she picked something else, it was cause for curiosity. Even into adulthood, she nurtured her imagination with stories of fairies, true love, monsters, especially werewolves, and the fantastic, but she wondered what happened after “happily ever after.”

This curiosity and catching an illness one chill winter day brought her before a blank computer screen, desperately desiring to write something new. Heinrich, Blanchette, and Karl swiftly spun the tale you just read. Laura feverishly typed, barely fast enough to keep up.

Once Red and the Wolf was born, other stories coalesced in Laura’s mind, Beauty and the Beast, Sleeping Beauty, Hansel and Gretel, all asking the same questions: What might happen if the end of these tales wasn’t really the end? What were these characters’ lives really like after the harrowing events of the fairy tale? What if achieving true love and happiness required something extra? Thus came the idea for this series, Embracing Ever After, where achieving true love requires something special and happily ever after isn’t really the end.

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Saturday, March 16, 2013

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Friday, March 15, 2013

@KrystalShannan Interviews - NYT Best Selling Author Jayne Rylon #giveaway

Please help me welcome author Jayne Rylon to the the blog today!

Jayne Rylon is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewer Choice Award for Best Indie Erotic Romance. Her stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.

Did you always want to be an author? What made you choose to write romance?
Writing grew out of my love for reading.  Ever since I was old enough to know what books were I devoured them.  Though I wrote two novels in eighth grade creative writing class, I never considered it a career.  Then I went to college and was a photojournalism major but I ended up studying business and went on to get my MBA.  That led to me working in corporate finance and still reading as much as I could.  I’ve always enjoyed romance whether contemporary or mixed with romantic suspense.  One day my husband asked me if I’d ever thought of writing a book instead of reading them.  The next day I wrote the opening chapter to Dream Machine and I haven’t looked back.  And here we are six years later… I’ve resigned from my job as Manager of Financial Planning & Analysis for a billion dollar a year company and I will be a full time author in TWELVE days.  YEY and EEK! 


What is your favorite part of being a writer/author?
The freedom to do and say what you want.  People get to vote with their purchases on whether or not you’ve said something interesting but there have been times where I didn’t care and wrote a book I knew would sell poorly because I had something to say.  I’m hoping this only gets more prominent as I now have the freedom to be my own boss.  I am grateful for the support of my readers and hope they keep floating me along so that I don’t have to go back to corporate America any time soon.  

Tell us a little about your book. What inspired you to write it?
My next book releases on 4/16.  It’s called King Cobra and it’s the first in a six-book series.  A spinoff of my Powertools series.  If the construction crew were Powertools, their mechanic cousins are Hot Rods.   I simply loved this group of people too much to let them go.  So fans of the crew will be happy to know they make plenty of cameos in the new project.  

Here’s a little sneak peek of King Cobra!

Nothing’s sexier than seven men with hot rods.
King Cobra, Hot Rods, Book 1
After Eli’s mother died, his father honored her life’s mission as a social worker by taking in several kids from the wrong side of the tracks. Not all of them stuck, but those who did became Eli’s quasi family.
Their bonds, forged in fires set by their personal demons, are unbreakable—or so Eli wants to believe. Especially since he and Alanso, his best friend and head mechanic, witnessed the overpowering allure of polyamory while visiting the Powertools crew.
Much as Eli would like to deepen the relationships among his foster brothers and sister in the Hot Rods Restoration Team, he’s hesitant to risk everything on a quick romp behind a stack of tires.
But when Eli catches Alanso exploring their mutual fantasy at a known hookup spot in a public park, all bets are off. And Eli must decide if it’s time to jump in full throttle—and trust his instincts to guide him through the night.  If the pair of mechanics can dodge the potholes in their own relationship, maybe they can race together toward the unconventional arrangement with Mustang Sally they both desire.
Warning: Fasten your seatbelts, this is going to be a wild (and naughty) ride!

“What’s taking so long, Diaz?” Eli knocked Alanso’s thick, bunched biceps with the tool he carried. “We’re trying to make a profit here, you know?”
Alanso couldn’t seem to wipe his glare away as easily as he rid his brow of the moisture dotting it. He snatched the wrench from Eli and returned to his task without taking the bait. If Eli couldn’t fuck, the least the guy could do was give him the courtesy of engaging in a decent fight. His teeth ground together.
“You hear me, huev√≥n? This isn’t some charity case. Hot Rods is a business. Don’t spend all day on a five-hundred-dollar job.” Eli thumped the hood, knowing how the impact would reverberate.
Alanso’s shoulders tensed. The clench of muscles along his spine altered the shape of his tattoos. Still, he said nothing about the low blow—or how he’d repaid the Londons a million times over for their hand-up through a solid decade of friendship and loyalty—and continued about his job. One he was damn fine at performing. No one could make an engine purr like Alanso.
“You want half-assed, go hire a motorman from the chain in town.” He didn’t bother to acknowledge Eli with a look.
Still, as Alanso’s boss and best friend, Eli knew that tone well enough. It’d be accompanied by Al’s tattooed middle finger sticking up along that wrench, he’d bet.
The defiance made Eli long to grab the other man’s chin and force him to gaze up. Maybe then Alanso would see the desperation making Eli more unhinged than Mustang Sally during a particularly bad bout of PMS. God help them all.
He’d never wanted something he couldn’t have so badly before. Except maybe to heal his mom during those horrid weeks she’d spent dying.
Terror and a soul-deep pain that never entirely faded turned him into something no better than a cornered animal. Eli lashed out. “Good idea. Maybe they’d spend less time checking me out and do their goddamned work.”
A clang surprised him. He didn’t quite realize what had happened until a spark flew from the metal tool where it connected with the concrete floor of the garage. Alanso had winged the thing an inch or less from Eli’s thankfully steel-toed boot when he spun around.
He wouldn’t have missed by accident.
“Para el carajo! Maybe I should’ve done more than look. You’re obviously too hardheaded to man up and come for me. So the deal’s off the table. I’ve wasted too much time on a dude who’s in denial. You’re right about that.” Alanso sneered. “I’m tired of waiting for you to grow some cojones.”
“Keep your voice down.” Eli checked over his shoulder. Kaige and Carver didn’t so much as glance in their direction, but the stillness of their bodies made it clear they caught at least wisps of the conversation. Years of tough living had taught the men to tread lightly in conflict. At least until swinging a punch became necessary. Then it was likely to become a free-for-all.
“Joder! Now you want to shut me up. Come mierda.” Alanso scrubbed a hand over his bald head, leaving a streak of oil that tempted Eli to buff it away, maybe with his five o’clock shadow. “Wouldn’t want the rest of the Hot Rods hearing about the good life and how we’re not living it, right? They might revolt.”
“Hey, I’ve never kept anyone against their will. You all chose to stay here. With me. The door’s open.” Eli waved toward the enormous rolling metal sheets that protected the garage bays at night or when the weather turned cold. Through them, the pumps of the service station his dad had started were visible.
A flash of something miserable twisted Alanso’s usually smiling lips into a grimace.
The gesture had Eli thinking of something other than what it would feel like to get a blowjob from the man. That was a first after weeks of studying that mouth.
He reached out, but it was too late. Alanso dodged, taking a step back and then another.
“You know what, Cobra.” He grabbed his crotch hard enough to make Eli wince. “You can suck it. Or, then again… No, you can’t. That fucking checkered flag has dropped, amigo.”
Reflex, instinct, dread—something—inspired Eli to lunge for the man who turned away. Warm, moist skin met his palm.
“Get your fucking hands off me.” When the engine guru pivoted, the unusual chill in his brown eyes froze Eli in his tracks. “You had your chance. You blew it. For us both. I’m out of here.”
“You’re quitting?” Eli gaped as the bottom fell out of his stomach. “Wait—”
“Hell no. I told you I’m over that bus-stop phase.” Alanso sliced his hand through the air between them. His knuckles skimmed Eli’s chest. They left a slash of fire across his heart. “I’ve got places to go and people to do. There are things I gotta learn about myself. And for the first time since we were fifteen, you’re not going to be a part of that with me. Your loss.”
“Shit. I-I’m sorry.” Eli couldn’t find a way to say what for. For violating their friendship, for wanting to destroy what they had or for acting like an ass by postponing the inevitable—he couldn’t make up his mind. “Don’t go.”
They’d drawn a crowd. Even Roman inched closer now. The tough yet quiet guy stared openly at their spectacle. Charged air had somehow tipped off Sally too. She emerged from the painting booth, crossing the bays at an alarming rate. If she got tangled up in this, Eli would never forgive himself. Of all their gang, he knew better than to trample on her emotions. Her heart would rip in two if she had any idea of the rift opening at his feet right now.
Just like his chest was hewn.
“I’m not leaving leaving, Cobra.” Alanso lowered his voice. “This is my home. I hope some things haven’t changed. Let me know if I’m no longer welcome and I’ll pack my shit. But I can’t fucking do this anymore. Not for another damn minute. I have to know what it’s like. To be honest about who I am and what I want. Before I lose any more respect for either of us.”
“Fine then.” Eli leaned forward before he could stop himself. The awful sensations sliding through his guts had to stop. Fast. Before the rest of the garage got caught in their crossfire. He shoved Alanso hard enough the man stumbled across the threshold before catching his balance. It felt like forcing a baby bird from the nest. He only hoped Al spread his wings fast enough. “Get the hell out. Do what you gotta do.”
Alanso mouthed a plea out of sight of the guys now wiping hands on coveralls and milling near in a semi-circle. “Come with me.”
Eli slammed his fist on the big red button on the doorframe beside him. With an ominous rattle, the metal door began to lower between them, severing all communication as completely as if the aluminum were a drawbridge over a monster-filled moat.
The scream of a crotch rocket taking off at unwise speeds ricocheted through their space. Gravel pinged when it slung against the barrier he’d erected.
“What the fuck did you do to him, Cobra?” Sally canted her head as she laid into Eli.
“You’ve really been acting like a snake lately, ever since Dave’s accident. Hissing at anyone who comes near. We get that you’re afraid of losing people important to you. The crew’s near miss seems to have scared you stupid. I get it, I do.”
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the concern she voiced for all the rest of the guys staring at him.
“But keep going like you are and you’ll drive him away.”
“Stop talking, Salome.” He knew better than to tell her to shut up, even if she didn’t understand how her insight cut him. Hopefully using her full name would be enough to convey how serious he was. He couldn’t dive into the details.
No way could he admit what he and Alanso had seen. What they’d done.
“You better not have let your fear hurt him. Tell me you didn’t.” Her emerald eyes begged much more softly than her steely tone.
Eli didn’t bother to lie.
The hand she let fly didn’t catch him by surprise. She loved Alanso. They all did.
Which was why he didn’t bother to duck. He deserved the stinging impact of her open palm on his cheek. That and more. Because even as his head whipped to the side, he admired the stretch of her petite frame when she stood on her tiptoes, her raven hair and the glint of her fancy-painted fingernails, one of her pride and joys.
If he’d only wanted Alanso, maybe the two of them could have explored the possibility. But he was going to hell because he lusted after all of the Hot Rods.
The gang held their collective breath, waiting to see how he would react to Sally’s uncharacteristic act of violence. Roman stiffened, prepared to spring to her defense.
All the fight leeched out of Eli.
No matter how bad it got, they didn’t have to be afraid he’d attack one of their own.
Then again, hadn’t he done just that?
The damage he’d wrought would be far worse than the impact of a fist.
His shoulders dropped and his head hung. “I’ll get him back.”
“You’d fucking better.” Mustang Sally shook her hand before propping it on her hip and pointing to the door. “Don’t come home without him.”
The five remaining guys closed rank around their littlest member. They knew she’d hate for Eli to see her tears or her alarm. He didn’t waste any time offering comfort she wouldn’t welcome. Kaige, Carver, Holden, Roman and Bryce would take good care of her.
They didn’t need him.
But Alanso might.

Do you plot and outline or do you just write?  Plotter or Pantser? 
Kind of a mix of both.  If it’s a shorter book and focused more on the chemistry between two characters, I’ll usually wing it and see what happens.  But for my full-length novels like the Men in Blue series or the Play Doctor series I definitely start with an outline.  The mystery components are too hard to layer in if I don’t know what clues to plant early on!

Can you tell us about the process of getting your first book published? 
I was very fortunate.  After I wrote Dream Machine, I asked my husband to read it.  He said, “No way!  When you write a scifi book I’ll read it but I don’t want to try this then have you be upset when I don’t like it because I’m not a romance fan.”  Very smart on his part!  So I sent the book in to a contest held by RWA’s online erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink.  The judges were editors from publishers I was interested in and the book was requested by an editor from Samhain.  It was rejected, but with oodles of constructive criticism.  And when I fixed the issues and resubmitted the book a while later… it was accepted!  Then there was lots of dancing and screaming and emailing my critique partners.  It was amazing.  Since then I’ve been very lucky to place all my books with publishers I respect and I even ventured into self-publishing with my book, Pick Your Pleasure, where the reader gets to choose what happens in the book!

What advice would you give new authors?  What have you learned about the business? 
Number one… just write.  Get words on the page.  You can’t even get rejected until you have something.  Second… it only takes one yes.  I got really lucky in my journey but I have seen friends struggle and doubt themselves when the nos pile up.  Rejecting yourself by saying something isn’t good enough before you’ve been rejected is silly.  Of course it doesn’t ever hurt to have a very direct critique partner in the process.  And as for what I’ve learned about the business… mostly it’s just to follow my gut.  I write what I would like to read and so far that seems to be working.  

Do you have another book in the works? 
Oh… um…. Yep.  I have twelve outstanding contracts at the moment plus a few more self-publishing ideas.  Let’s see, there are six Hot Rods books coming in 2013 & 2014.  There are four Compass Girls books in that timeframe as well, co-authored with Mari Carr, the first just released a few weeks ago.  Plus another Men in Blue book called Spread Your Wings, which features Jambrea, Matt and Clint’s story.  And also the third book in the Play Doctor series about Elsa, Becca’s sister.  Two more Pick Your Pleasure books are on the horizon along with who knows what else that pops into my head.  So plenty to keep busy.  As long as people keep reading, I’ll keep writing.

What do you like to do in your free time, besides read and write of course? 
I love to travel!  I SCUBA dive and have had the opportunity to see some amazing places.  I usually incorporate those locations in my books so people may know I’ve been to China, Amsterdam (twice for research for Red Light series), France, Italy, Ireland, Mexico, Bonaire, Cook Islands – Aitutaki and Rarotonga in the South Pacific, Hawaii, all over the USA traveling to reader/author conventions (you can join me, check this year’s appearance schedule! )

Where do you dream of going on vacation? 
Of all the places I’ve been, I still have loads of places I haven’t made it yet that I’m eying.  Top of my list are Indonesia (Bali, Salwesi, Java, wherever!), Egypt, Greece, Roatan… well, too many to list really.  And of the places I’ve been, I’d love to go back to Paris or Aitutaki or Bonaire for different reasons.

Boxers or Briefs?  Commando, of course.

Cookies or cake?  Ice cream cake!

Pizza or hamburger?  Pizza if it’s from NY like me.  Pizza in Ohio is awful!

Beer, Wine, or mixed drink?  I’m allergic to alcohol so it’s Shirley Temples, no ice, for me.

Where to find you @
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Thursday, March 14, 2013

@KrystalShannan Features - Ashlynne Laynne

The Progeny (The Progeny Series #1)
“No fate other than the one I choose.”

The timeless creed, and tattoo, bore by the Rousseaus— a vampire clan with the purest bloodline of any vampire family. Out of this clandestine group came one who was different, yet the same: Ascher-a half-bloodling— half- human, half vampire.

Ascher questions the purpose for his existence and which world he truly belongs to: the human world or the vampire world. Two months from sealing to Ursula— a prearranged union to a woman he abhors — he’s at his wit’s end. He knows if he calls off the sealing, the Romanian clan will strike with deadly force, but he cannot see eternity with a cold empty shell of a woman like Ursula.

Just when he thought life was complicated enough, he meets Shauna— a beautiful, bi-racial human Wiccan — and immediately develops an unshakable attraction to her. She makes him feel alive and vital despite his origins and Ascher makes a decision that turns his immortal world upside down.

Blood Bonds (The Progeny Series #2)

“Forever. For always. For eternity.”

The ties that bind two hearts are powerful. For Ascher Rousseau and Shauna McCutchin, it’s more than just a blood bond. Their union is that of vampire legend. Their love is a predestined prophecy foretold centuries ago.

It’s a week before Ascher and Shauna's sealing and the couple is making final preparations for their eternity, but Ascher's ex has other plans. Ursula is hell-bent on revenge—revenge fueled by lover's scorn and her father's death—and she begins breeding a fresh army of newborn darklings to do her bidding.

When Ursula finds a new weapon—an ally with the capability to dismantle the Rousseau clan— Ascher and Shauna's bond is tested and they must stand together against Ursula or lose each other for eternity.

Blood Promise (The Progeny Series #3)

“Their love is fated by an ancient prophecy. Now the promise is fulfilled.”

Ascher Rousseau is a half-human, half vampire whose life has been a series of prophecies and predictions. After finding incredible love and passion with Shauna—a Wiccan with powers beyond anything he’s ever known—he seals to her and hopes for happiness. But his enemies seek to destroy all that he loves, and he finds that happiness never lasts for long.

Darkness is descending and a vampiric revolution is nearing. A new brood of hatchlings is born to join their darkling brothers, in preparation for war. A preordained chain of events is set into motion that could lead to the rise of the demonic “cloaked one” and his half-human fallen children, while ending humanity—as we know it.

Can a supernatural love and the loyal bond of a family save the Rousseaus and the world from certain extinction?

About The Progeny Series
At its core, The Progeny is simply a story about a man and woman who fall in love, and the fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. When we meet Ascher, he’s grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence.

All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus.

This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen. The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the archaic beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that has existed for ages. This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults, as it contains adult sensuality, language and themes.

Sniplet from Blood Promise...
The distant sound of running water came from the master of the two-bedroom penthouse suite. Glancing out the arched floor to ceiling windows, she marveled at how even this late at night, there was a sea of people crowding the streets. Distracted and completely absorbed in the view, she never even heard Ascher return and startled when his arms banded around her neck.
His hands smoothed down her sides. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Enclosing her within the protective confines of his circled arms, his hands splayed across her stomach, bonding them.
As if by instinct, her body obeyed its rhythmic demands, moving fluidly with his. He knew her body—every curve, mark and hollow—and she felt each hard inch of him, even through the boundary of his silky pajama pants. The swaying of their bodies was achingly familiar, the movements mirroring the motions of their lovemaking.
Grasping her hand with his, he led her into the double doors and sweeping archway of the spacious bedroom. More candlelight and flowers accented the decorative cream and white color scheme. The room possessed a surreal sexuality that heightened her awareness of his mood, thus quickening her pulse. She took an exaggerated breath as her lungs struggled to keep pace with her pounding heart.
Four days of worry and mental distance had all but leached the lust from her body, leaving their brutally hot sex life in ruins. The seductive lighting and sight of him gloriously half-dressed coupled with two glasses of Rousseau Red now fueled her hormones, further driving her wild desire for him.
Ascher disappeared behind a huge beige column separating the bedroom from a massive, candle-lined Jacuzzi-style spa tub. The sound of flowing water ended, and he returned nude.

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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

@KrystalShannan Features - Nancy Adams - Excerpt Tour

The Bannockburn Spell
by Nancy Adams


With the help of a bet, an eight-hundred-year-old marriage contract, and a spell, ex-SBS soldier Will might just have enough in his arsenal to capture Meghan’s heart.

Since arriving in Little Glen, Scotland, Meghan Kennedy’s life has got decidedly more interesting. She enters into a bet with hunky ex-SBS soldier, William MacKenzie, discovers an ancient marriage contract and to top it all off, she learns that she had a spell cast on her…eight hundred years before she was even born. None of it matters, because she refuses to make the same mistake twice. Will’s hard body and sexy grin don’t matter, his beautiful hypnotic eyes don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that every time they kiss her body calls out for his, as though denied of his touch for hundreds of years.

Ex-SBS soldier William MacKenzie is disciplined, trained to be an efficient soldier and he takes the same approach with his life as he does his business. Then Meghan arrives, with her fiery temper and hair to match, all he can think about is Meghan. Her feisty temper bemuses him, her beauty astounds him and her stubbornness annoys the hell out of him. Lucky for him, he doesn’t know how to quit, he can be just as stubborn and occasionally ruthless, and he will use any means necessary to get her. Of course the ‘means’ at his disposal just happen to be a bet, a marriage contract and an ancient spell, but if in the end Meghan belongs to him, who is he to argue?


“Funny, I’m not scared by either one of you. Thanks for the water, Will.” She gave him a wink, then turned.
            Will watched as she started to walk away, he couldn’t hold it back any longer and threw his head back and laughed. It wasn’t the answer he had been expecting. He wanted her to blush as she had yesterday in the airport. Nevertheless, this feisty side was more to his liking, and that wink. She was playful too. Very, very nice.
            “Meghan!” he called out before he could stop himself. She turned to face him, just as she had taken another swallow from her bottle. He almost groaned out loud as he watched her lick the water from her lips.
            “How about letting me try to rattle you tonight over drinks?”
            He thought he saw doubt cross her face but she raised her chin, just a little, then nodded. “Okay. Duncan and I will meet you at The Black Ale. Around seven?”
            Trying to turn him off by dragging Duncan along wouldn’t work, he happened to enjoy Duncan’s company, so the joke would be on her.
            “Great, I’ll see you both then.” He grinned back at her. She gave him a confused smile, shook her head, then continued with her run.
            Will stood rooted to the spot watching her. The sway of her hips held his attention until she was out of sight. He knew now how she must have come to have such a nice backside—running up hills would do it. He was surprised that she’d tackled his road first.
            Before turning back to the house, he glanced at the old keep. A thick grey mist hovered along the bottom of the great wall, giving the impression the ruins were floating on a cloud.
            The old castle had been in his family for over a thousand years, and they still owned it today, though now it was a pile of stones. Tourists would come every once in a while to see it but would leave shortly after, as it didn’t offer much in the way of grandeur. There were other castles in Scotland that offered more, which was fine with him. He couldn’t care less if the tourists came or not. He liked it just the way it was and had always felt drawn to the old keep and would usually end each of his runs up there. Meghan must’ve felt that same pull. Why else would she try his hill on her first day here?
            A memory he never knew he had flashed before his eyes. A woman with long red hair and a long green gown was waving to him from the top of the great wall of the keep. A sudden fear pulled at his chest as he waved back, a fear that he would never see her beautiful face again.
            Will blinked and the memory was gone. He walked back towards the house with Lucy at his side and stopped to look back up at the wall. Even though he couldn’t see the redhead’s face clearly, he knew with his entire being that it was Meghan standing on that wall waving to him.

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I am a full-blooded Canadian, right down to the maple syrup running through my veins. I enjoy watching hockey, but despise skating...and the cold.  I enjoy a good helping of Tourtiere with a side of Poutine as must as the next person, yet I am only bilingual when it comes to swear words.  I am proud to say I survived my token shot of Newfie Screech, although I did refuse to kiss the Cod - that is never going to happen - and I openly admit, that I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains the first time I saw them.

I have many occupations written down in my passport, mom, wife, author...zookeeper!  However, I have to say that writing is by far the easiest part of my day.

I have three small -but legal- addictions: bed lines, lavender, and books.  All of which, are replenished on a regular basis.  Reading into the wee hours of the morning, is one of many bad habits, next to spontaneously rearranging furniture and randomly painting rooms in my house.

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