Welcome Gianna Bruno Today

Thanksgiving Reflections by Gianna Bruno

Thanksgiving is over and the winter holiday season is fast approaching. No matter if you celebrate Christmas, Hanukah, Yule, Kwanza or something else, the time from the last harvest to the end of the year finds us turning inward and retreating inside as the days shorten, the darkness deepens, the weather turns cold. The first Thanksgiving at Plymouth was just that: The pilgrims sharing a bounty of food and celebrating friendship with the Indians in the good times while at the same time anticipating many difficulties ahead.

2011 has been a challenging year for me, with many good things but many trials as well. As always, I sit back on Thanksgiving and wistfully look back to the years when life was much more simple.

I was living in Vermont, far from family and friends. The whole crowd came up to my log cabin–in true ski house fashion, cramming into the place for a long weekend. We cooked Thanksgiving dinner on one stove for over 20 people.

Two turkeys barely fit in the oven, with sweet potatoes crammed in around them. Then there was the last-minute frenzy to mash white potatoes and rutabaga (a specialty handed down from my German grandmother), and heat the stuffed artichokes and lasagna.

The day before before, we had baked pies, putting them out of the reach of dog (there were three or four as I recall) on the cross beams of the log interior.

There was no Internet then, primitive VCRs, and grainy music cassettes. No digital television, and reception in the mountains would often fail just at the moment of the biggest play of the football game. We entertained ourselves by enjoying the almost winter Vermont weather, which included a hard frost and smattering of snowflakes.

We took long walks through the naked woods, crisp and still brightly colored leaves crunching under our feet. Deer, bunnies, porcupines–the dogs chased them but we never had to use the tomato juice stockpiled in case one of them got too close to the skunks. We marveled at a beaver dam on one of the tributaries of the Deerfield River, but the little workers were nowhere in sight.

Some snoozed in the living room, covered with hand crocheted blankets and patchwork quilts. Others clustered around the downstairs woodstove, the main source of heat for the house, taking great pains to keep it fed and properly banked for maximum efficiency.

Guest departed one by one over the long weekend. By Sunday night the house was silent, and my soon to be ex-husband and I sat alone, not saying much. It would be two years before the marriage died and I moved back to New York City.

I suppose it’s memories like that which helped me write The Journey—an erotic paranormal romance with historic elements set near Salem, Massachusetts just before the start of the Civil War. Milena is alone in her cabin for almost a year after her lover Thomas disappears at sea. She harvests her crops, sets aside the bounty for the upcoming winter, and prepares her animals and her home for the forbidding Northeastern weather.

The hardships are more difficult because she is alone, without the warmth—both physical and emotional—of any family, friends or her life partner; an experience I have touched though not to the extent of the fictional character that grew out of my imagination.

It’s the loneliness and desperation that compel Milena to set off to find him, facing many dangers and making many sacrifices along the way. Just as many of us travel far to be with our families during this season of the year. Though the traffic, transportation delays, and the expense are an inconvenience we do it for the same reasons—for companionship, comfort, and to reaffirm our love for each other—and for life.

I wish you all the warmest wishes of the season, and my hope that those of us who are blessed to have family, friends, food, shelter, and health will reach out to those in need.

The Journey

The journey is not about a destination, rather overcoming the obstacles along the way.

Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G00AmgDgT0I


They don’t hang witches in Salem anymore, but Milena’s punishment is being shunned. When her lover Thomas’ ship is lost at sea, she fears he perished with the rest of the crew leaving her alone in a town bracing for a war over slavery, but still rife with an older form of prejudice.

Milena travels into the Forest and Sea Otherworlds to search for him, paying the fairies for her passage with bodily pleasures. Circe, the evil mermaid holding Thomas hostage, demands even more. She faces off against Circe in her underwater lair, endures the wrath of a colony of escaped slaves, and learns the terrible truth of what led to the shipwreck that left Thomas as its only survivor.

On the long journey, Milena learns to use her powers in ways she never imagined and discovers surprising truths about her own past. Left questioning everything she has ever believed, she must make the choice whether to return home with Thomas or stay in the Otherworlds forever.


Milena planted and tended her garden from the spring ritual of Ostara through late summer, dividing each day into tasks to ease the uncertainty. By the first chill of the autumnal equinox, nests of branches to use as tinder and split logs to keep the hearth ablaze rested in neat piles.
The harvest yielded a bountiful crop of onions, potatoes, pumpkins and corn. The woods gifted baskets of nuts and berries. She slit the piglets’ throats, butchered them and hung the meat to dry over smoldering apple wood and hickory.
She made ready for Thomas’ homecoming, but the harvest moon came and went. Frost tipped the stubble in the fields, but he did not walk through the now blazing orange and yellow forest to claim his reward.
* * * *
Even with ample wood, Milena shivered through the long winter. She studied the sky in the frigid air at winter solstice, listened to the wind whispering in the pine boughs and wolves howling dirges to the moon. The ritual, repeated at each solitary esbat, offered no peace, no insight, no clue.
Spring peeked out from under the snow; filaments of grass that starving deer plucked before her hungry horse could paw them free from the icy ground. Milena huddled under her furs, and only the call of the hungry livestock spurned her to venture outside. She dumped moldy potatoes and apples into the pens and talked to them to keep from going mad, while they picked at the half-frozen clods. The sun rose earlier and set later but the nights, without the promise of her Thomas, remained long, filled with nightmares and tears.
Sunshine warmed the earth. Milena summoned the strength to work the soil and prepare for planting. At dusk, she sat by the fire and watched the chill mists coalesce over the ground like a frosty blanket.
She watched the moon wax and wane for the ninth time and collapsed to the ground, clutching her abdomen, mourning the child not conceived the last night she and Thomas spent together. A baby born in the spring, during the rites of Beltane, and its celebration of fertility, would have provided a lasting reminder of her man who lay unburied at the bottom of the sea, mangled by sharks, perhaps a pile of bones spit out by cannibals.
Milena pounded the ground until her fists bled and clods of mud covered her from crown to heel. “Why, goddesses? Why?” Exhausted, emptied of all emotion, she crawled into the barn to sleep. The company of the animals provided some solace, as well as the incentive to awaken the next day and continue living.

The Journey

Hot Chocolate Kiss
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Haunting Magic is a Best Seller

I found out today that Haunting Magic is on the Best Seller list at Secret Cravings Publishing. I am really excited that readers are enjoying my wolf shifter, Rod Dracona nd his feisty mate, Jaxon.

If you want to check out the book Trailer, go to Haunting Magic’s page at Secret Cravings Publishing to view it and get book info.


A wolf shifter finds that falling in love is not the only problem he has. Can he convince Jaxon that his love is true?

For wolf shifter Rod Dracon finding his destined mate just got harder for the woman his wolf wanted was none other than Jaxon Sinclair. A woman who would sneer and quip about his life but he couldn’t deny that she called to him on a primal level. Now the question is can this wolf shifter claim his mate before she walks away….forever.

Welcome Amylea Lyn Today

Hi and welcome to my blog, Amylea Lyn. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. So tell us a little about yourself.

Ooh, hello Zeke and Jake. *accepts drink and takes a sip* Ahh, Very nice. Well, My name is Amylea Lyn, and I’ve been writing for what seems like forever. I’ve only started publishing my stories over the past two years. I love writing and romance, and when I’m not writing my own stories, you can usually find me reading someone else’s.

Q: What genre do you write and for what publisher(s)?

I write M/M erotic romance, and I tend to stick paranormal and fantasy themes in each book I write.

So far I’ve been published by Dreamspinner Press, Torquere Press, and Silver Publishing.

Q: Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?

My latest release is called Nature of the Beast, and it’s book one of my Outside the City series.

It was my first book published with Silver Publishing (the first of many, I hope. LOL) and is about a young man trapped in a world where nature is outlawed and anyone different is punished by being thrown in prison. This happens to my character, Raine, and there he meets “the Beast” that will change his world for the better.

As for what inspired the story, I think it was a combination of a number of things. I love gardening, and I was writing the book during winter last year and wasn’t able to get outside much. The idea of what it would be like to be trapped in a cold, gray world all the time and what it would be like for nature to be outlawed… and the rest they say, is history.

Q: How do you build characters, their personalities and looks?

Well, a lot of my characters share personality traits and looks that I myself find attractive in a man. Strong on the outside, but with a soft, caring center; or my characters may seem not the most dominant or powerful on the outside, but have a core of steel on the inside. But I always start with the personality first, and the looks tend to develop after that. I find myself backtracking a lot and adding details later when I figure out exactly how my character will look.

Normally, I just let the characters actions dictate who they are to me. I never know what they are going to do, or how they might react to a twist in the story, so sometimes I’m really surprised. LOL

Q: Tell me about some of your heroes/heroines.

Well, Nature of the Beast stars Raine, a young man with abnormal abilities who is thrown in prison for refusing to fall into the standards the City. He meets, Ash, a strange beast of a man who was betrayed by someone he should have been able to trust and captured by the City. The two of them are wonderful together and I love their relationship.

In my book, Dream a Little Dream, my main characters are Cael, Jake and Aiden. Aiden is a psychiatrist who works in a mental hospital, and his lover Jake is a police officer. The two have been together for a number of years when they meet Cael, a strange young man with hidden talents, who is a patient in the mental hospital where Aiden works. After being abused, Cael is taken in by Aiden and Jake and the story revolves around learning to trust each other, dealing with adding a new member to a relationship, and believing in your dreams. These three are probably some of my favorite characters that I‘ve ever written. Especially Jake.

The characters in my other stories, Meant to be and Let’s Get Familiar are great guys too. Most of them have a past, and I love seeing my characters grow in the story as they face all the drama I throw at them.

Q: What do you do when the muse decides to take a holiday or become really difficult? How do you try to coax them back to the drawing board?
Well, my muse does have a tendency to run off and trying to coax the little scamp back is sometimes nearly impossible. *sigh* I usually try to take a day and leave him be for a while, or I move on to a new project. Maybe work on an outline or something for another story.

Of course, threatening him with edits works too. My muse will work for hours just to avoid working on edits. LOL

Q: Do you have any specific things (or rituals) that help you to write or that inspire you?

I usually write in the middle of the afternoon or late in the evening, depending on what my “day job” schedule is. I tend to be most creative late at night. I almost always have my cat sleeping by my side, and a cup of tea. I put the TV on a channel I wont really be tempted to watch for background noise and I just go at it.

Q: If you could go back to a specific historical event, what one would it be and why?

Oh, wow, that’s a tough one. I think If I could go back to any historical event, it would have to be probably the French revolution. It was one of my favorite things to study back when I was in school, and I’d love to experience it up close.

Q: Does travel play a part in your stories? Have you ever traveled for research purposes for a book?

Not necessarily. I’ve never really traveled specifically for a book, but I have drawn on experiences in cities I’ve traveled to in the past for my books.

However, there is always a lot of research done for each book, like setting and historical events that I want to be pretty accurate before I actually start writing.

Q: Are there any authors who have influenced your work?

I love reading. I’m inspired and influenced by many authors and for me it doesn’t matter what genre they are in. Authors like Stormy Glenn, Amber Kell, Sean Michael and others in my own genre inspire me to work harder on each book I write.

Authors like Christine Feehan and J.R Ward influenced and inspired me to start writing in the first place.

Q: What comes first for you: Setting? Storyline? Characters? Or a combination of all three?

First for me comes the storyline. I almost always write a outline for my book, to just get the general idea of where my story is headed. That doesn’t mean the original story will follow along with the outline, but it give me a guideline to work from. The characters come next, followed finally be the setting.

So I suppose the outline makes it a combination of all three.

Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity(s) would you like to star as your main character(s)?

I’d love to see Nature of the Beast in movie form.

That being said, I have no idea who would play Raine and Ash. I don’t watch movies all that much, so I have no idea who the stars are. But I think I’d like to see the guy from Thor play Ash… Just cause I’d like to watch him get together with another man. LOL!

Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?

Next up for me is Book 2 of my Outside the City series, titled The Beast’s Promise. For everyone who read book 1, you’ll be happy to know this is Owen’s story, and it should be out early 2012. I also have another story around that time, called Love’s Crash Landing, and it’s my alien story.

I’ve also got a weekly blog story going, that updates every Monday over on my blog with a new chapter, and I’m working on the final few chapters of book 1 of a new series. So lots of things coming from me that I hope everyone will enjoy.

Q: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

Probably… Warning: Subject is prone to talking to self and carries a wild imagination. Handle with care.

Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?

Readers should know I am a firm believer in HEA’s (happily ever afters) and that I think everyone deserves a love story no matter what gender, race, sexual orientation or age. My books reflect that, and I hope readers enjoy them.

Q: Where can we find you on the web?

I can be found online at my website: http://www.amylealyn.webs.com

My blog: http://www.amylealynromance.blogspot.com

And on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Amylea-Lyn/100001651775372

Nature of the Beast

Buy Link: https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/glbt-fantasy-c-53_61/nature-of-the-beast-ebook-p-442


The City is a cold, sterile place. What lies Outside it?

Raine O’Kelly has a gift. The very power of nature is his to command. When his gift lands him in trouble with the government, Raine find himself thrown into The Prison; one of the most feared punishment for those citizens who wont conform to The City’s ideals.

Abused, scared, and slowly dying of deprivation from the one thing his body truly needs, an accident lands him in the infirmary, which leads him to be given to The Prison’s most feared inmate… The Beast.

When The Beast defends him from the guards, Raine finds himself inexplicably drawn to the misunderstood man. A man with unique abilities of his own, the Beast’s animalistic desires forms a connection between them that cannot be denied. When he learns The Beast comes from Outside the City, is Raine willing to take the chance on escape with the mysterious man?

Escape wont be easy, and there are dangers waiting for them on The Outside, ready to strike at the fragile relationship between the two men. When The Beast’s past come’s to light, will Raine be able to put aside his own fears in order to fight for the life the two of them could have together? Or will he fold under the pressure?

Will he get his happily ever after?

Or will he become just another victim of the Nature of the Beast.


Raine O’Kelly walked quickly through the crowded streets, ignoring the various other people milling about, determined to make it into his building before the patrols started making their nightly sweeps. He moved quickly, yet carefully, through the crowds, making sure to keep his satchel as steady as possible. He’d rather turn himself over to the Guard before he damaged the precious items inside his bag.

The cool gray sky matched the tall metal skyscrapers and cold stone streets. Even the clothing was drab and colorless inside the City. There were no colors, no trees, grass or flowers; not even the sun would dare shine down on the doomed citizens of the City.

Once considered a great metropolis, the founding fathers designed the City to keep the people safe. Completely covered by a large opaque dome, the City carefully cut off everyone from the rest of the world. Only the Hunters and the Guard could venture beyond the Dome; average citizens like Raine would never see the Outside. He had to content himself with his books filled with stories of trees, flowers, and water running from something called a stream.

The government liked to claim nothing existed on the Outside. The dome was there to protect its citizens from the nothingness and uninhabited space beyond it. The propaganda, drummed into the heads of every man, woman, and child each day, became accepted fact. But Raine knew the lies couldn’t be true. The proof currently sat in his satchel, waiting to make their way into his building and safety.

The Outside had to be real.

At twenty-one, Raine had never been anywhere other than the City, one of the coldest, most sterile environments anyone could ever live in. The government controlled its people with an iron fist, even down to the smallest babe. Everything cost credits, from a ride on the public transit system to a simple glass of water. Nothing was free.

No one was free in the City.

Raine should know. His father, a powerful government figure, had beaten the lesson into him many a time.

Welcome Jamallah Bergman

Hi and welcome to my blog, Jamallah Bergman. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. So tell us a little about yourself.

Q: What genre do you write and for what publisher(s)?
I mainly write Contemporary, Erotica as well as Big Women (BBW) and Interracial for Secret Cravings Publishing

Q: Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?
I am happy to say that my upcoming book “If….Only You Knew” will be my first publication, which will be out in November. This particular story is very much true to my heart because what inspired this story the most for me was something that happened to me when I was a teen. Basically it tells the story of true love and how sometimes even though we might not think it, true love could be standing right next to you and you probably wouldn’t even know it.

Q: How do you build characters and their personalities and looks?
Mainly I get ideas for my characters by situations that I’ve dealt with in my life as well as talking with friends and hearing their ideas as well. Most of my characters are full figured women who either deal with many obstacles in life and eventually towards the end over come them OR they are sexy independent women who just want someone to love them for who they really are. I think a lot of women, regardless of size or race want someone to love them like that.

Q: Tell me about some of your heroes/heroines:
I think one really great heroine was my grandmother, I have to say of all the women I’ve known throughout my life, she was always the strongest woman I’ve ever met. She didn’t take any slack from anybody even though she wasn’t a big lady herself, she had a big heart and was always there for anybody and everybody in our family or a neighbor. My grandmother always taught me that have respect for yourself in everything that you do, whether its how you act or what you wear. And that is something that I’ve lived by to this day.

Q: What do you do when the muse decides to take a holiday or become really difficult? How do you try to coax them back to the drawing board?
I normally go for a walk, I get my walking clothes and my mp3 player, it helps clear my head and makes me think and hopefully if me and the muse decides on the right thing to write about, then we go for it.

Q: Do you have any specific things (or rituals) that help you to write or that inspire you?
Just my trusty laptop…..good imagination….and a cup of sweet tea.

Q: If the world was to end tomorrow, what three things would be on your bucket list?
1. Get to meet Harper Lee and have lunch 2. Spend time with my family 3. To tell someone from my past how much they meant to me

Q: Are there any authors who have influenced your work?
I honestly can’t say right now

Q: What comes first for you: Setting? Storyline? Characters?
For me, the storyline always seems to come first. Then I work in the characters and settings while thinking about the storyline.

Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as your main characters? Well for this one here, probably Matthew McConaughey or Gerard Butler as Richard and for Marley, probably Queen Latifah or Gabourey Sidibe. All are great actors and actresses in their own right.

Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?
Well I have another book that will probably be coming out next year called “The Lady of Gladstone Manor”, its kind of a twist to the “Beauty and the Beast” fable BUT I know that nothing like this has been written before by anyone.

Q: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Proceed with caution

Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?
I’ve also dealt with a lot in my life, physical as well as emotional, more than what most people have had to deal with and I have overcame so much and in my stories that is reflected immensely. I write about women who despite being full figured, they eventually break out of their shell and in the end, find true love.

Q: Where can we find you on the web?
Well Raine, you can go to my page: http://jamallahbergmansstoriesoflove.weebly.com/index.html where you can read my blog as well and I am also on face book at http://www.facebook.com/jamallah.bergman , you can never have too many friends nowadays.

If Only You Knew by Jamallah Bergman
Contemporary Interracial
Secret Cravings Publishing

Marley Rockford and Richard Collins have been friends since their days in college. Marley, now a successful romance novelist, whose books have made her famous for their full figured heroines. Even though she has always been a big woman herself, her weight has always been a constant reminder of her own insecurity even when others have never thought about it. Richard, a photographer and art gallery owner whose good looks and work has made him the talk of New York. When Richard finds someone that he thinks just might be the one he’s been waiting for, Marley sees this as a big obstacle in her life since she has harbored feelings for Richard for years but was never able to let him know how she really feels.
Can Marley overcome her fears and use her talents to finally let the one man she truly loves know how she truly feels?
Sneak Peek Excerpt:
“Do you want to go out for dinner tonight, my treat?” Andrew asked while we walked from his office to the corner market place.
“Nah, I plan to stay in tonight. My movie is coming on and I want to see it.”
“But I am treating, Marley, and you know I don’t do that often.”
I laughed at Andrew as I looked over the tomatoes, “This I know, but it’s going to rain because my knee has been acting up all day, so I’m going to make myself dinner, curl up in my pajamas, and watch a good movie.”
And that’s what I did when I finally got myself settled down that night, and like I predicted, the rain was pouring outside. I was eating a salad with the tomatoes I bought from the market place when the intercom buzzer rang through my apartment. Getting up, I pushed the button, “Yes, who it is?”
“It’s me, Richard, can I come up?”
Pushing the buzzer for a minute, I opened the door as I heard his footsteps coming up the hallway. He was soaking wet when he came to my door.
“I know you didn’t come out in this weather without an umbrella!”
“I got bored at home, so I came to surprise you. What are you doing?”
“First thing first, take your coat off and put it in the bathroom on the hanger to dry and go change clothes. You’re soaking wet, and I am not going to have you dripping all over my couch. You know the drill, mister, so move it!” I shouted as he went straight to my bathroom to change.
When he came out, he was wearing his usual baggy pants and a t-shirt he mixed up one time in my laundry and I just kept them at my place. He went into the kitchen and came back to the couch with a bag of chips and two sodas. Handing me one, I put mine on the coffee table and continued to watch my movie. That’s when he put his cold feet on mine and I shouted as he started laughing. I threw a pillow at him, starting a full-blown pillow fight. I don’t think I ever laughed so hard, it felt good to laugh like that again.
“You know, you’re a trip. What happened with your girl?” I asked point blank.
“She had some party she wanted me to go to, but I told her I was too tired, going to parties every single night and meeting all of those people, most of them are the same ones. So I just stayed home, then I got bored. I was going to call you but decided to surprise you, and well, here I am.” He smiled as he sat right next to me.
Even though he was wet from the rain, I could still smell his cologne. It was something that I gave him a long time ago, and he told me how much he loved it. The smell was not too faint but I could still smell it on his skin as I started snuggling with him. This was as far as I could go with him; we never ever seem to go any further than snuggling. Grabbing the blanket I had, I pulled it over the both of us and we snuggled deep within the warmth of the blanket and his body.
God, why can’t it be like this all the time?
I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep until I found us still lying together on the couch. Looking up at his sleeping face, I had to smile at how peaceful he looked. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t take my eyes off of him at that moment. I wanted to kiss those lips just to feel them. He had kissed me dozens of times on the cheek, but I hadn’t had a real kiss since that night when we were in college.
“Alright Richard it’s your turn now, truth or dare?” Max Simmons asked as everyone else started passing around Jell-O shots.
It was our junior year in college and we were having fun at an after mid-terms party at Richard’s fraternity. Everyone started laughing and giggling as some of the guys huddled around Max to plan this dare.
“Alright, alright, you have two choices. You can either kiss Marley or drink this cup of cigarette butts, Coca Cola, and ashes,” he said, handing him the McDonalds cup filled with the concoction. I swear I never saw anyone turn so many shades of green in my life. He probably could have barfed something the cat drug up, but I never thought that he would do what he was about to do.
“But here is the catch…if you kiss Marley; you have to go into the closet over there to do it.”
He pointed towards a black door and believe me, there was no telling what lurked in the deep depths of that closet. I was afraid even to think of how much it probably smelled. That’s when he grabbed my hand and pulled me up, walking me to that closet door.
“How long do we have to be in there?” I asked Max as he opened the closet door for us.
“If it is a good kiss then it should last around 5 minutes, maybe longer if it’s really good, have fun kiddies!” he laughed and closed the door. Darkness engulfed us.
“Where is the light?” Richard asked, trying to find a switch or something.
“Just feel around, you’ll find it.”
Soon, the little light that did come into the closet was enough for us to see each other. It was an uncomfortable moment, I had to admit, and all we could do was to sit and wait. He looked at me and I saw a nervous smile.
“What do we do now?” I asked. “You know they’re going to wonder if we did it or not. You don’t have any of my lipstick smeared all over your face. If we’re going to kiss then why not just get it over with.”
He nodded and moved toward me, even though all I could see was the outline of his head in what seemed a florescent halo. Finally, I could see his eyes; God, those eyes, how they sparkled in the darkness. I kept staring as he bent over me while I sat on a trunk. I don’t know what he was thinking at that time, but I was thinking, “God I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long!”
His fingers ran lightly across my face, it felt so nice, and I wanted to let this moment linger as he moved some of my black hair from my face.
If you don’t show that you‘re enjoying this, then he won‘t know that you care so much, I kept telling myself while he cupped my chin, motioning it upwards toward his face and that sweet smile of his. It made me smile when he did. I don’t know what it was about him that always made me smile.
Maybe it’s because you’re in love with him you idiot!

Blogging this week

I spent the last two days at two different places, chatting about my latest release, Haunting Magic. \

Drop by and see what is going on in my world.

Jennifer LaBelle’s Blog: http://labellebooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/haunting-magic-with-author-raine.html

At Gabrielle Bisset’s, my characters, Damien and Rodrick Dracon, take over as my muse interviews them. Get the skinny on these two alpha males who find falling in love is the least of their problems. *grins*

Welcome Daisy Dunn Today

New Year’s Resolutions

It’s getting to be that time of year that we all make or at least think about making a New Year’s Resolution. Every year I make the same one that a lot of people make – lose weight and get in shape. Every year I fail sometime in January. A couple of times I even made it to February. Then I get frustrated and say I’ll get back on the horse starting Monday because I’m going out for drinks with the girls on Friday night, dinner and movie with my man on Saturday night and Sunday, well, let’s just say that’s a great day for grazing in the kitchen.

I do actually still try to lose weight and get in shape throughout the year, but I can’t seem to stick with it. Sucks to be me!! However, this year I fooled the resolution fairies. They were expecting the same resolution, but this time I went way out in left field. This year I resolved to write a novel and have it published. It’s something I always wanted to do, I dreamed about doing, but doubted my abilities to write.

So, come January 1st, 2011 I started to write. I had an idea what my storyline was ahead of time and made an outline, but on New Year’s Day, I started the actual novel. The words flowed out of my fingertips onto the keyboard and when I would go over what I wrote the previous day, I would surprise myself by what I wrote. It made sense, the story flowed and I fell in love with the characters. I finished writing and editing the novel by mid April. There it was, over 66, 000 words, Book One of my Hunger Series, HUNGER’S PREY and now the big decision was what publisher I was going to submit it to.

I did a lot of research and found Secret Cravings Publishing. I submitted the story to them and in one week I was offered a contract. Well, it’s now November, and the first book I wrote is finally out. I’ve since written two short stories and the second novel in my Hunger Series, HUNGER’S DESIRE. I have been offered a contract on all of these stories from the same publisher.

Now with New Year’s Day looming around the corner, I’m back to the same old empty promises I make to myself every year, well almost every year!! If I can give you any piece of advice, it’s this – follow your dreams or at least give them a try. Advice on weight loss – I’ve got nothing 

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HUNGER’S PREY – Coming out November 2011
(Book One of the Hunger Series)


Cain awoke in darkness, knowing he was buried deep in the ground. He was ambushed by a warring vampire clan, his body brutally mutilated. Somehow, he had been placed in the healing earth for decades to mend. In the final year of Cain’s seclusion in his earthen grave, Phynix came to him as a vision. Without her knowing, she was a healer, soul mate to the vampire. They came together for intimate moments of intense pleasure, without the aid of touch. They were drawn to each other, but each believing it was only an erotic fantasy they were experiencing. When Cain finally emerged from his healing tomb, he realized she was real and in grave danger. He needed to save her, make her fall in love with him, convince her to give up her life as she knew it, and transform into the vampire lover she was destined to be.

Phynix McLeod was a nurse at a local hospital. She was an attractive, strong, caring person, but a cold fish when it came to men. She had two failed relationships and no desire for intimacy on any level. A little over a year ago, he came to her as a fantasy, without a name, and awoke an unrelenting passion that had lain dormant inside her. She believed her sexy dream man was just that, a hopeless, wonderful dream. She quickly changed her mind when he appeared to her in the flesh. He was savage in nature and appeared like a beast rather than her fantasy man. Her fear was palpable, her heart was confused, and her desire was unchanged.

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New Release Day-Haunting Magic is HERE

I am so excited to announce that Haunting Magic, Devon Falls book 4, is now available again. It got a really nice review from Night Owl Reviews and the book trailer is HAWT!

I hope you fall in love with Rod Dracon as much as I did because this randy wolf shifter finds that falling in love is the least of his problems this Halloween.

Haunting Magic
Devon Falls 4
Secret Cravings Publishing
Paranormal, Contemporary, Wolf Shifter
Book Trailer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvmFxgLQtx4
Buy at http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=169&zenid=5a42d9941dd9e0b860a4fa5eb4bdcda2

Can a wolf shifter find a way to convince the one woman fated to be his forever mate that his love is true or will he be a lone wolf forever?

For wolf shifter Rod Dracon finding his destined mate just got harder for the woman his wolf wanted was none other than Jaxon Sinclair. A woman who would sneer and quip about his life but he couldn’t deny that she called to him on a primal level. Now the question is can this wolf shifter claim his mate before she walks away….forever.

Adult Sneak Peek:

He looked even better close up though she damn well wasn’t going to tell him that. He had a swelled head as it was, considering all the honeybees that swarmed all over him. She mentally gathered her defenses. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought she was in lust with Rodrick, impossible as seemed from the way they sniped at each other. Shaking her head slightly, she felt his gaze move to her and heard his startled breath as she walked up to the porch.

“Hey, Rod, slow night?” Jax asked. Her eyes drank in the way his muscles bunched under his t-shirt. She felt her stomach clench, though it could have been the anticipation of food that waited inside the dark mahogany doors. The way he was watching her had her nerves on edge. She didn’t know what the hell his problem was, but Jax was determined to get in and out with her order before Rod pushed her buttons. She just was not up to dealing with him tonight.

“Yeah, seems everyone is getting ready for the Halloween costume dance tomorrow. What are you up to tonight? Got a dinner date?” Rod growled at her, his eyes shining with a glow that almost made Jax take a step back before she caught herself. Shaking her head, she said, “What the hell is wrong with you tonight? I was going to have dinner with Grady, but he got short-staffed and had to cover tonight. I just wanted to see if I can grab a take out from your mom.” Jax marveled at how normal it was between them. Though she thought the hair on his arms bristled at the thought of her on a date, it probably was her imagination. Rod wasn’t interested in her, just the ones who wanted a good time and an easy lay.

“I am sure my mom would love to give you something since everyone knows you can burn water without even trying.” The smile that tugged at his lips had her eyes go wide then narrow in annoyance.

“What the hell would you know about cooking, you jackass? I bet you couldn’t make something if your life depended on it,” she sneered. Her hands closed into fists and she was tempted to smack him for being so damn annoying. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought there was a smile lingering on his smug face.

“Oh, are you challenging me, Jax? Can’t take the fact that I may actually know something you don’t? Want to take that to a test?” Rod leaned forward, stroked a finger down her nose, and said softly, “Afraid that maybe I can do something that will make you readjust your opinion of me?”

Jax was stunned by the clenching of her pussy as he traced his finger down her nose. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn there was a flare of interest in his eyes; though it could have been that she was moon-mazed or something. Jax tried to still the weak-kneed response to him touching her as she tried to form an annoying response.

“You can boil water? Oh, my god!” Jax looked up at the darkening sky and then back at Rod. “Wow the sky hasn’t fallen yet. Did you pay off Heaven or something? Has Hell frozen over and no one told the Devil?”

The smile that played on her lips had him growling low in his throat. Jax didn’t know what to think when Rod yanked her to him and said, “You have a death wish don’t you Jax? You really don’t want me to show you that I can do that and so much more.” His voice was low and husky; Jax felt her bones turn to mush as he nipped her ear. He turned her on, no two ways about it and damn it, why him? He has to be the most annoying man on this planet yet he also was sexy as sin and damn it to hell and back, he made her want him with every inch of her being. Trying to shove away from him was like trying to hit a rock with an open palm. He was an immovable object and his eyes, she could have sworn, glowed faintly.

“Will you please let me go, you ass?” Jax tried to keep her voice strong and pissed off but dang it; he was making her stomach do flips every time he nipped her ear. “If you really want to prove to me you can cook, fine. I swear it is like your male ego got in a snit or something.” She huffed and blew her breath out when nothing else seemed to make him let go, though if she were honest with herself, she liked his hands on her body. Still, it wasn’t like she was going to tell this idiot that. No telling what else he would do with that information.

“Is it possible that I can go grab some food before I die of starvation? I swear if that was your goal tonight, Rod, you are not doing a very good job.” Jax said as she felt his hands glide down her arms then let go, the lack of his touch almost had her keening for more. This attraction she had for him was getting out of hand, especially since she and Rod rubbed against each other like oil and water.

Her treacherous body leaned into him before she caught herself and as she glared at him, she didn’t know what the hell was going on tonight but for some reason tonight he was determined to drive her insane.

“Go get your take out, Jax, but tomorrow, make no plans for the evening. I got something to prove and frankly, I am more than a pretty face, Jaxon. I think it’s time for you to see what else I can do besides be the resident “Lathario” as you so charmingly call me.”

“Fine,” She snapped at him, disgusted with her at the way her body aroused from the way his voice. “If it makes your fragile male ego happy to prove something, come on over and frankly it better be edible please. Nothing frou-frou or stuff that I cannot pronounce for god’s sake. I get home about six so come by after that.”

The next thing she knew, he leaned over, snatched her from her spot on the sidewalk and smiled as her eyes widened. “Jaxon, if I didn’t know better, I would say you are intrigued by me making dinner for you. If this keeps up, I think I am going to have to show you some of my other hidden talents.” Then before she could form a coherent thought and punch him, he leaned forward and laid his full wet lips on hers, teasing her with a light caress of his tongue and with light firm kisses until she was panting and flushed. Before she could form a sane thought or even think of pushing him away, she kissed him back, teasing him with hard kisses as her tongue dueled with his as her arms wrapped themselves around his waist. With one last reluctant kiss, he stepped back. His eyes glittered in the moonlight and Jax saw his arousal strain his jeans. “Now the deal is set, Sweets. I will be there around six-thirty so don’t be playing the ’I am late’ game, I will be waiting for you.” Then he sauntered away back into the Inn, leaving her body primed for something and ready to kill him.