Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Woke up to find my email was hacked overnight
Good morning everyone. I have to apologize if you got an email from me early this morning. I had an email account hacked and the malicious thing emailed everyone I have ever emailed from there. I spent this morning changing passwords and am now working on damage control.
Please don't click on the links in the email. If you did, please change your passwords immediately.
Yesterday, something told my AVG bar on my internet explorer to shut down. I think that's when it started. So beware. I didn't click on anything to get this nasty thing.
And to the hackers responsible, I hope your balls turn blue and fall off, and a few other curses it's too early to think of.
Lots of love to you,
Missy Lyons
Friday, February 22, 2013
Chapter One Excerpt from The Virgin Sacrifice
THE
VIRGIN SACRIFICE
MISSY
LYONS
Copyright
© 2013
Chapter
One
The Troll King was overly fond of
treasure, and the throne he sat upon was a collection of his most prized precious
gems and golden objects. The sparkly bits caught every bit of the light even in
his cave home, but the effect was probably not as grand or pompous as he intended
to make it. Through Jewel’s eyes, the throne appeared to be more like a pile of
sparkly trash and didn’t look very comfortable to sit upon at all.
Jewel had an appreciation for pretty and
expensive things as well as the next girl, but she would have chosen something
a little more comfortable to sit upon if their positions were reversed. Of
course, she really wouldn’t like to be here at all.
She hated being underground. It limited
her options for escape and made her feel trapped.
The Troll King’s scaly minions dragged
her here to face him, bound and gagged.
It was the only way they could get her
to come without losing a body part or two to see him. When the trolls were
within ten feet of his chair, they dropped her like a sack of potatoes and she
fell awkwardly, scrambling to push up to her knees. She glared at him,
imagining what it would be like to attack his person and do him bodily harm. The
Troll King surrounded himself with an army of trolls and creatures with twisted
forms and dirty bodies. But he was the most disgusting of all with his two-inch
fanged teeth that poked out from his mouth. He had a shaggy beard that covered
his neck, and the clothes he wore couldn’t have been washed in this century. The
musty stench had an unmistakable edge to it that couldn’t possibly be natural.
Part of it was being in the dark cave, lit only by torches, and it was always musty
and damp in places like this.
But the bigger part of the bad smells in
the small chamber came directly from him. She knew his kind had a natural
aversion to soap and water. Trolls were dirty, filthy creatures that she’d
always avoided given the opportunity.
“Well, well, well.” He grinned at her,
sharing a yellowed, toothy, jagged smile. “What have we here? Is it dinner?”
A shiver travelled up her spine, and her
eyes widened in fear. He better damn well be kidding.
“Nay, my liege. It is Jewel, the common thief
you requested.” The shorter troll snorted through his piglike snout. His portly
body ambled forward, and his head dipped down, honoring his leader.
“Interesting, I didn’t expect such a weak
and skinny human.” The Troll King tapped his chin thoughtfully, and his lips
twisted up in a thin, cruel smile, framed by two saber teeth on either side. The
crown of thorns and weeds on his head seemed to catch the dim light and glowed
as he tilted his head. “Release her gag so I can speak to her.”
“As you wish.” The taller of her two
captors released her gag but didn’t touch her ropes that bound her wrists and
ankles. After the fight she put up in town, he knew better. She would be happy
to take another try at castrating him with his own knife for the way he treated
her.
“Are you the Jewel of the Jaguar? The
assassin and thief who stole the Fairy Queen’s book of spells?” One shaggy brow
lifted high in morbid curiosity. His dark eyes sparkled in repressed glee.
Damn!
Was that what this was all about? Curse
her rotten luck for getting involved with anything to do in the magical realm. She
ground her teeth with the memories. Ever since she pulled that spellbook heist off,
she was getting all kinds of notoriety, and it didn’t matter that she had since
returned the book. After that job, she gained a reputation that people expected
her to live up to, and she seemed to gain some unwanted attention from some
very unsavory characters.
She spat out the bad taste in her mouth
and cleared her throat with a loud cough. Her mouth had become dry, and her
tongue was thick from hours with the gag in her mouth. She said with venom in
her voice, “Are you the Troll King Luther, whose stench precedes you?”
She really didn’t want anything to do
with whatever his high and mighty self had dragged her butt down in this hole
to do and wanted him to know exactly how she felt.
“Show our King some respect!” The troll on
her left with the scar running across his eye kicked her in the side of her
ribs. She doubled over in gut-wrenching pain. He chuckled cruelly when he saw
her forced bow. “That’s better, thief.”
The troll to her right answered his
question for her. “She’s the thief you wanted all right. I saw a fairy’s light
in her room, protecting her while she slept. No human would have that without
some trickery on their part, and the entire town talked of her legendary
deeds.”
“Feisty. I like it. Maybe I won’t eat
you for dinner.” The Troll King’s mouth gaped open in a threatening smile, and
his intense gaze pierced her like a knife.
She frowned at the disgusting idea of
having her flesh ripped off her bones by his sharp, sharklike teeth, and kept
very quiet. Whatever his plans were, she knew instinctively she wouldn’t like
it.
“As you may have heard, the dragons in
this land have been hunting my people, killing my countrymen, and destroying
many of the homes we have taken generations to build. It’s why we have to hide
in these holes, and even now, they hunt us down like dogs.”
“Mmm, yes. Dragons are bloodthirsty
creatures,” she agreed as if she faced down dragons everyday while keeping her
gaze on the king, but worked at the knot at her ankles with her fingers. He was
crazy if she thought she’d be going anywhere near a dragon. So this
conversation was pointless as far as she was concerned.
“They killed my brother,” he said with
venom in his voice.
“So you want revenge? I think you found
the wrong woman. You were probably looking for a mercenary or a hired sword,
not a thief like me. I don’t deal in the revenge field. I find it too bloody a
sport. Someone almost always dies.” She wasn’t about to get involved in some
war between trolls and dragons.
“Don’t toy with me. I know your skills,
dear.” His façade was not very pretty, and while most of it repulsed her from
the rough skin, to the wart on his chin, she had to admit his eyes were the
most gorgeous color of green, sparkling like an emerald in the dim light.
“I’m a thief, not a warrior,” she spat.
Damn. Why didn’t she retire years ago?
At her age, she should be living in the country married and with children.
Instead she was here somewhere hundreds of feet below the surface in the Troll King’s
court.
She needed a career change.
“So you only kill by necessity?” One
shaggy brow shot up as if he discounted her last statement entirely.
“As a rule, I don’t like killing. But
between you and me, I wouldn’t blink if the opportunity presented itself today.”
She shrugged, sincerely hoping he couldn’t see her false bravery. She could
handle her bow like a professional and shoot a dove at sixty paces right
through the eye, but she still regretted the day she let those hunting skills
transfer to a human. Murder for hire was a bad business to be in. She hated the
blood and the guilt that weighed on her heart, and it was never worth a pile of
gold that never melted away an ounce of her guilt. She preferred the life of a
thief to that of an assassin.
“I am sure the opportunity will present
itself once again.” His cocky assurance pissed her off. He not only wanted her
to kill, but he wanted her to kill for
him.
She didn’t like being dragged out of bed
in the middle of the night any more than she liked him thinking she would agree
to do anything for him just because he asked.
“I haven’t agreed to work for you yet.
What’s the job?” Two more seconds and she would have her knots free on her
wrists, too. Then it would be so long Troll King and hello sunlight. She was
much faster than their short, ambling bodies, and she could easily outrun
anyone who dared to pursue her.
“Stealing back my treasure and killing
the two red dragons that guard it.” His eyes twinkled in mischief and delight. His
long scraggly fingers grew white knuckles as he clutched the arm of his chair.
He had experienced much grief by the dragons in this valley, and he looked as
if he enjoyed the thought of their death a little too much. His mouth twisted
up in a cruel smile.
She let a pause go by as if she was
seriously considering his offer.
“So let me get this straight. You want
me to slay two red fire dragons and steal a mountain of treasure they have
hidden in their home?” She was no idiot. She knew the dragon colors meant
something, and the red dragons were fire elemental dragons with magic that
could kill her with one sweep of their claw. Red dragons were extremely
temperamental and hot blooded. They also had a thing for collecting pretty
shiny things, and their treasure chamber was likely to rival a miniature
mountain range from centuries of collecting and hoarding. She doubted it was
all the Troll King’s gold, and he was probably asking for more than his fair
share of the treasure.
“Exactly,” the Troll King confirmed.
The silence was deafening. Everyone
waited for her answer on the subject.
“Hmm. Sounds like a good way to die.
What are you offering me to do this job?” she asked skeptically, not that she
was actually considering such a ludicrous offer. She just needed to kill time
to make her break for freedom. She had been working the knots on the ropes for
some time now. She was nearly done.
“Your life…” He arched one eyebrow high
for her. He was amused she would ask for anything in return as if everyone
lived to serve him.
“Not good enough. You should call a
professional dragon slayer. They could do this job for you with no problem, but
I am not a dragon hunter or a killer.” She stood up, and the ropes dropped to
the floor in a pile. Everyone on the small room seemed surprised, and she was
able to take advantage of that lack of action. She sidestepped and stole the
short blade from the soldier’s belt that was closest to her and warily walked away.
“Thank you for the pleasure of meeting, your highness, but if you don’t mind, I
will be leaving now.”
“Then I will just have to kill your
brother.” His shaggy brows dropped to cover his glittering eyes. Anger lit up
his features, and his cruel smile gave her no doubt he would do such a horrible
thing.
She froze.
“You’re bluffing.” She felt fear travel
the length of her spine, sending chills across her body. He had one hell of a
poker face if he was bluffing.
King Luther tilted his head back and
snapped his fingers. The tall troll closest to Jewel hobbled over to him with
hunched shoulders and pulled out a stick from his long cloak. The soldier
presented his king with a walking cane. Jewel recognized it immediately and
gasped. It was the one her father had carved for Timmy when he had come down
with polio. He had customized it so her brother could use it as a crutch when
he was young and a cane as he got older. The smooth lines of the tree were
carved into a snake that seemed to crawl up the stick, and at the top was a
dragon’s claw clutching a precious stone. She had brought him the piece of jade
to use, and he had incorporated it as the crowning jewel.
The only way they could have gotten it
was to take it from him by force, which meant they likely had Timmy as a
prisoner somewhere as well. She had only been concerned with herself and had
not thought about the possibility of the trolls taking any of her family as
well in the tussle last night. She weighed her options, but she really didn’t
have all that many. She was on their turf—which meant she played by their rules
or not at all.
“Relax, my dear. Timmy’s safe as long as
you agree to cooperate with us.” He grinned wide. Luther seemed to know he had
all the trump cards in this game.
What choice did she have? Cooperation
would mean her death. Not cooperating would mean Timmy’s death. They may as
well be sticking her heart with a knife. It would have about the same results,
as trapped as she was feeling now.
“If you touch so much as a hair on his
chest, I swear by every madman that walks the halls of Oniseai prison, I will
kill you.” Oniseai prison was built to keep all magical beings within the
walls. If criminals managed to escape, they got caught up in a maze of ever-changing
rooms and halls. Eventually they went mad.
Jewel pointed the dagger directly at
Luther the Troll King, prepared to shove it deep into his heart. She knew the
act would be suicide on her part. She was outnumbered, but his minions may
leave her alone if she threatened their leader. Her eyes narrowed dangerously,
waiting to see if he accepted her challenge.
He didn’t seem to care in the slightest
that she pointed the toothpick weapon at him. “Interested in my job offer yet?”
She would love to kill him just for the
pure pleasure, but it wasn’t going to do her or Timmy any good until she knew what
they did to him and where they kept him. She needed to remain calm. It was
always her temper which got her into trouble.
She relaxed her posture, knowing a fight
would be futile now. Too much was at stake. While she didn’t give a rat’s ass
about herself, her crippled brother couldn’t defend himself from the likes of
these wicked creatures. She tucked the knife into her belt, for later. “All you
want is the gold?”
He nodded, spittle spilling from his
lips as he spoke. “I want all of it. Every last doubloon. Those two dragons
stole what is rightfully mine, and I won’t rest until it is returned to me, but
I can’t risk any of my men going with you.”
“Afraid they might die?” She folded her
arms defiantly over her chest. He was sending her on a suicide mission. They
both knew it. She was just acknowledging that sad fact. He didn’t want to risk
his men because it was unlikely they would come back alive.
He shrugged as if he really didn’t give
a damn. “You will have an easier time slipping in the cave and slitting their
throats without a lot of men to slow you down.”
“Hmmph.” She snorted out through her
nose. It may have gotten a laugh out of her if she thought there was a chance
of his suggestion being a joke. “That’s a wagonload of bull crap, and you know
it.”
“Tosh.” He gestured dismissively and
spoke as if he were doing her a favor, “I will, however, give you whatever
supplies you require for this journey.”
Jewel’s lips pursed tightly.
Luther was being generous to a fault for
a stingy troll. Perhaps he would be just as generous with her wooden coffin
when she was laid to rest in the cold hard ground from this little adventure he
was sending her on.
“I will need a wagon to carry the gold.”
Dragons were known hoarders. She couldn’t imagine carrying back everything in
one trip. She tried to think about everything she might need, but one item she
remembered from reading the book of spells she had stolen from the Fairy Court.
It may come in handy when dealing with dragons. “I will also require food, and
Dragon’s Bane.”
The Troll King Luther didn’t bat an
eyelash at the last request, but then again he probably knew what the weed was
for, unlike most humans. She learned about the toxin of the rare plant when she
stole the book of spells from the Fairy Queen. She had managed to read a little
of it before she returned the book. “Done.”
She forced her body to relax. This
situation may just turn out okay in the end.
Jewel had no idea where Dragon’s Bane
grew or how to get it, but she knew how to use it, and in a dangerous game like
this one, that was what counted.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Release Day for THE VIRGIN SACRIFICE
It's finally here! It's officially release day for THE VIRGIN SACRIFICE!
Thank you to all my friends and fans who pre-ordered the book! It's wonderful knowing you all have given me such wonderful support. Today you can download your book off the Siren website and open up the file to read it. :)
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Friday, February 15, 2013
Story Excerpt for THE VIRGIN SACRIFICE
THE
VIRGIN SACRIFICE
MISSY
LYONS
Copyright
© 2013
STORY EXCERPT
Did he smell her wrong? Was she half-human and half-fairy? She knew the spells that only fairy kind would know and yet… She had human blood pulsing inside her veins. He didn’t think she smelled like she had any fae in her. A sprite landed on Darryl’s arm and sank inside of his wound, searching out the toxins that made him ill.
Darius watched her as she did his bidding.
Her head tilted curiously forward, but she did as she was told. Her ebony hair swept forward covering her face as she leant over his brother, and put on hand on his shoulder and the other across arm to hold it still. Darryl laced his fingers around her arm.
“Don’t worry, brother. She will help you. Try not to move much or the poison will enter your system.”
She slurped loudly as she sucked the poison, and then spat the blood and toxin to the side of him in the dirt. She did the same repetitive motion several times before Darius began to daydream about what it would have been like to have that wet tongue wrapped around his cock, and her eagerly sucking and blowing his hard dick.
He stroked himself through the thick material, and it did nothing to ease the growing tension. His cock wanted her to finish her work on him now that she was done with his brother.
She sat up suddenly and wiped the back of her arm across her mouth then turned her head to look at Darius. “Is that enough?” The sprites danced along Darryl’s arm and worked to close the wound.
Darius didn’t look at his brother. He knew instinctively the man was fine now and out of danger since his aura had turned blue. He was healing himself internally, and what little toxin was left he was pushing out of the wound. The sprites and the human had done their job. However, Darius wanted to watch her head dip low one more time for himself. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have those crimson lips wrap around his cock. “One more time ought to do it.”
She bent low and sucked the poison, and then she heard her apologize to his brother.
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She spoke to his brother Darryl, but followed Darius’s command. She stopped suddenly when she noticed the wound was healing. It was no longer possible to suck the blood or the toxin out. His flesh was already healing. In another second or two it would be as if the event had never happened. Her eyes narrowed cynically. “How are you doing that? You are almost healed, and it’s only been a minute since I struck you with my arrow. The sprites could not have healed you so quickly. Who—what are you?”
The sprites danced swiftly away from Darryl’s body as they disappeared back into the earth and behind the slim blades of grass at their feet. She scrambled to her feet, suddenly afraid of what she had witnessed.
“It shouldn’t matter what we are, but have you figured out what you are yet?” Darius kept his voice even and very low.
“Lunch?” she quizzed. Her eyes scanned between them for weapons or a possible avenue of retreat. She had to be feeling like a mouse about to be devoured by a hungry snake. Darius felt his body tense for a possible chase. He wanted her, and now that he understood why she was sent here, he couldn’t resist the bait. He knew he had to have her, no matter what the cost.
“No, even better.” Darius stood and his lips curved in a half smile.
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Thursday, February 14, 2013
Adult Excerpt from THE VIRGIN SACRIFICE
THE
VIRGIN SACRIFICE
MISSY
LYONS
Copyright
© 2013
ADULT EXCERPT
“I think the lady needs some persuading, Darryl.”
“No!” she screamed when she felt an arm snake around her and the man named Darryl pulled her close. She smelled the faint but pleasant male odor of mesquite and smoke, a powerful blend that affected her equilibrium. It was on instinct alone that she managed to evade his grasp. An arm twist and a sidestep and she used his weight to throw him to the ground. She crouched, ready to fight again if she had to. “Don’t touch me and no one gets hurt.”
“Feisty, aren’t you?” The big one in front of her chuckled, raising her temper.
“Just how you like them, Darius,” Darryl said in a prone position. He should be groaning in pain with the air knocked out of his lungs, but he looked almost amused.
The one on the ground wasn’t down there for long, and he hooked a leg around hers, sweeping her off her feet. If she didn’t know better, she would have said he planned to have her land in his arms. Her struggles were in vain, and he only seemed to tighten his grip on her the more she tried to wriggle free. One leg wrapped around her, tangling in hers. He was a remarkably hard, and there was a part of his body growing harder.
Darius was laughing hysterically, enjoying his show of her wrestling with his brother. The physical resemblance between the brothers was uncanny.
Desperation and panic hit her hard. She used the only resource she had left and bit down as hard as she could on his arm, tearing into his soft flesh with her teeth.
Darryl only grew more aroused, and his hard cock seemed to grow two inches longer to rest between her thighs. “Mmm, you should save that for the bedroom, lass. If you do it again, you will have consequences you may not like.”
“Screw you!”
“We’d be delighted. We’re only waiting for you to be honest with us. Ready to talk yet?” Darius asked again in a softer tone as he knelt by her.
Not ready to play any sexual games, she caved. Her resolve to escape would be gone if Darryl insisted on stroking her inner thigh as he was doing now, and if his brother joined in, all hope would be lost.
“I could say anything and you wouldn’t be the wiser. Whoever sent me would become your new enemy. I could start a war with my words.”
“I could smell your lies through your bravery, lass. You would do better being honest with us. We could have already killed you if we wanted to.”
She was tired of everything. In some ways she would welcome death.
“I am really tired of being the pawn of everyone else. The Troll King is your real enemy.” She rolled, and the man on top of her rolled with her, easily staying with her as if his body were glued to hers.
Damn it. This new position was worse than before.
“All right. You can kill me now.” She was so embarrassed she could die, and the guy she was on top of would not let her go. His cock was in perfect alignment with her aching pussy.
Darius chuckled. “With a thousand little deaths. Death is not an escape but a beginning.”
“Are you talking about sex? Just kill me now and get it over with.” She groaned. Wriggling to escape only made everything worse, and her heightened sexual tension was ready to snap.
“All in due time, my dear.” Darius responded.
“Of course, Darius! He’s still pissed at us for killing his brother. I would have thought he would have sent more of a warrior than you.” Darryl spoke from on top of her and looked at her with disdain in his eyes.
“Or an army,” Darryl said thoughtfully. His eyes danced in amusement, colors swirled in their depths.
They didn’t understand who she was. She could be just as dangerous as a trained soldier.
“Who better than a thief?” she retorted. She was tired of playing games and even more tired of hiding who she was. Maybe if they understood, they would let her go from this convoluted mess. “I was supposed to kill the two dragons and steal your treasure.”
“Just one little woman against two red fire dragons? You had to know that was suicide. No, the only reason you were sent to us was to bait us. You are a virgin sacrifice, and I have to admit—very difficult to resist.” Darius’s eyes roved her body, hungrily devouring every ripe curve as if she belonged to him simply because she was in his arms.
The self-righteous possessive bastard.
“I am Jewel, the thief and assassin, and if you were dragons, you would be dead. I don’t need an army to be successful. I just need to know what or who I’m up against.” Darius eyes narrowed to dangerous slits while she spoke. A shiver travelled her spine, whether in fear or desire for something else, she was unsure. She knew in her heart in all likelihood these were the two dragons she was after, but she wanted to put space between them and her. She wanted to feel like she was in control again, and it didn’t help to have Darryl on top of her looking like he would fuck her if she said anything close to yes.
She didn’t like the way her belly did flip-flops when they looked at her, or the way Darryl’s fingers seemed to accidentally brush her breasts. She felt the thread of sexual awareness and a moist heat that sank from her belly to settle in her pussy.
“Jewel?” Darius came closer, and every step made the throb of her pussy more unbearable. He tilted her head up to his, and his eyes glowed amber, whirling in the daylight as intense as an evening fire glowed in the darkness. He mesmerized her with his overwhelmingly male beauty, and she felt breathless under his intense scrutiny. “Then it’s definitely fate that brought you to us. You see, my brother Darryl and I collect jewels.”
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Happy Valentine's Day
Just a quick shout to you all. It's been a busy day at the Lyon's household. We've had contractors here all day working on our roof, and the kids have had activities for the holiday at their schools, but I wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate you.
Where would I be without my readers? I would just be an author writing dusty books. :)
Lots of Love to you all! Happy Valentine's Day!
Missy Lyons
www.missylyons.com
Saturday, February 09, 2013
The Virgin Sacrifice is now available for pre-order
THE VIRGIN SACRIFICE
The Virgin Sacrifice is now available for pre-order. It's a great fantasy romance with two red hot dragon lovers and a thief who thinks she is more experienced than she is, but a virgin can't be prepared for this.
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Jewel of the Jaguar clan hoped to retire her life as a thief, but in order to save the life of her brother she is forced to pull off one last heist. It may as well be suicide but she has to try. The Troll King wants her to steal the red dragons' treasure, from their lair high in the Shatundra mountains, or he has promised to kill her brother.
Darius and Darryl Tarragon are fierce shape-shifting red dragons and have been sleeping for years. They awoke to find a thief in their midst and a powerful drug that stops them from shifting into their stronger dragon forms to fight. They corner the thief in their lair only to discover the fierce thief is a curvaceous virgin whose body drives them to possess her and her sharp tongue dares them to try and tame her. A challenge they are both too ready to accept. They demand nothing less than passionate obedience from their raven-haired beauty, but when they learn her brother’s life is in trouble, they must act or risk losing the woman that sparks passion in their souls and love in their hearts.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
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Thursday, February 07, 2013
Welcome today's guest author Tess Black
I have always desired to be an author, and have
written stories on and off since about the age of thirteen, with a long busy break
during which I raised my two daughters as a stay-at-home mom.
Although, I never attempted to publish anything it
was fun for me to invent characters and give them life. I wrote everything from
what would now be classified as YA romance to short children’s books where cats
went on crazy adventures. In my adult years, I concentrated on historical
romances with a time travel theme. I had yet to discover the paranormal/fantasy
genre. Most of these stories were written well before home computers and
laptops were the norm, so it was all set out in notebooks or typed on my really
cool typewriter. Yes, I said typewriter! Ha-ha! It boggles my daughter’s minds.
Thank God, the world is now more technologically advanced.
Unable to find myself again after going through an
unwanted divorce, I had a lot of spare time on my hands and took to my
computer. I eventually found the world of online roleplaying, which in turn led
me to writing for an interactive storytelling site, www.rpworldgroup.com.
There I found an awesome mentor, the talented LaVerne Thompson, and was given
the opportunity and encouragement to write Heart
and Soul.
I am currently working on the follow up to Heart and Soul, Book Two of The Solaria Trilogy; Tolan’s story (untitled.)
What
would you do if you were given a second chance at life and love?
On a mission to rid herself of her unwanted
engagement ring, jilted attorney, Greer Ivers, loses control of her vehicle in
a spring snowstorm. She finds herself awakened in an alternate world and into
the arms of a handsome man.
The intriguing Caelan Virilion, a hidden witness to
the tragedy from another plane of existence, discovers himself in an
unacceptable situation. Torn between his responsibilities and what his heart
insists is right.
Spending a few days together in Caelan's world draws
them closer in more ways than one and feelings they are fated surface in the
heat between them. With only a few days until she must return, will they
recognize risks are worth taking for true love?
~
Excerpt ~
She pulled up short when a man appeared from out of
nowhere, startling her. Jumping back, Greer stared, hoping she didn’t drool.
Tall, dark and handsome didn’t even begin to cover it. Craning her head back to
look up into his face, she realized he must have stood at least six and a half
feet tall with golden skin and a body to die for. He looked so hot in fact, she
could hear the sizzle from where she stood. His dark hair fell to just above
his broad shoulders, framing an exquisite face of chiseled features. Deep green
eyes watched her with interest from under killer lashes. As her eyes traveled
lower, she actually felt her breath catch and stop. He stood before her,
shirtless. His smooth muscular chest and six-pack—no wait, make that
eight-pack—rippled down to reveal a smattering of dark hair starting just below
his navel and trailing south to disappear into snug dark rust-colored pants
hanging low on his lean hips. He posed in the doorway, all lithe, sinewy muscle
with colorful tattoo symbols running down the left side of his torso.
Oh, sweet Jesus. She’d died and gone to heaven—or
perhaps hell, since he looked to be so sinfully tempting. Suddenly realizing
she stared at him too intently, she glanced away. A blush crept from her neck
on up to heat her cheeks.
“Greetings. My name is Caelan Virilion.” He didn’t
move from the doorway, perhaps waiting for her to acknowledge him, but his
mega-watt smile, revealing perfect white teeth, captivated her as did his
unique name and lyrical voice. Ah, so the sandalwood scent came from him. He
even smelled yummy.
Greer snapped back to herself as soon as she
realized he was waiting for her to speak. Believing the best defense to be a
direct approach, she stepped forward with her hand outstretched to shake and
broke her silence. “I’m Greer Ivers. I don’t believe I know you or where I am
at the moment. Perhaps you could enlighten me.”
~
End Excerpt ~
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Monday, February 04, 2013
Guest Blog: Welcome Author LaVerne Thompson
Can you hear the dragon’s
roar?
By LaVerne Thompson
For as
long as I can remember I’ve been fascinated with the concept of dragons. When I
was younger I’d read any book that had anything to do with dragons. And while I
enjoyed them all, some more than others, for me something was always missing. I
didn’t want to just have a dragon as a friend or pet I wanted to be a dragon.
Hence my story idea was birthed about a race of dragons that could shift into
human form. The brethren was born.
Dragon’s Heart-Story of the Brethren
By LaVerne Thompson
Over a thousand years ago Draakar was forced to leave Earth, now he has no choice but to return. The dragon lord, whose world teeters on the brink of destruction, must find his truemate. The one woman with the power and love fated to save them all. The woman he left behind.
Maya Trent was abandoned on Earth, apparently human but so much more and unaware of her dual heritage. Once Draakar awakens her dragon within all she wants to do is kill him. Yet they must work together to save mankind as well as the brethren. But first Draakar has to convince her that the truemate bond between them is real, as is his love for her. She just has to believe in him.
EXCERPT:
No insect, animal or bird sounds were ever heard
in the center of the stones because all knew better than to venture into the
circle of power. Even the wind only danced around its edge. Just before dawn,
something changed. For miles around the stones not a creature stirred. They
sensed something coming and were careful to give the area an even wider berth
than usual. Only heavy fog moved across the mountains as a dragon lord from a
time long gone glided slowly through the gateway and landed squarely in the
center of the Stones.
Black talons dug into the rich soil and the
humming sound emanating from the Stones changed to a fevered pitch, far beyond
human hearing.
At long last! the Stones sang. A son of earth has returned! rejoiced
Mother Earth. Welcome back!
The great black dragon reared his mighty head,
releasing a sound earth had not heard for over a thousand years.
The roar of a Dragon Lord.
A Dark Dragon Lord, one born to power stood on
Terra once more. The Stones glowed like never before, bathing their Lord in
their elemental, earthly light. Power flowed through his veins, the likes of
which he had never felt before. The air hissed and crackled with it. A master
of earthly elements: fire, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, he harnessed them
all.
The sun had not yet risen when, for the second
time in as many days, a fast moving heavy fog developed over clear skies and
coated the land. Sporadic flashes of lightning were seen through the fog over
Sperrin Mountain, causing more than one hand to raise and make the sign of the
cross. When the sound of a roar—people would swear it wasn’t like any thunder
they’d ever heard before—echoed across the county, the ones who didn’t cross
themselves the first time did so then. Rain and hail, the size of small
pebbles, fell as the sky overhead turned blacker.
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Saturday, February 02, 2013
The Divas n Diamonds Book Tour - LaVerne Thompson
This is day 2 of the Divas n Diamonds Book Tour. I am introducing the authors and their books before we really get started. That way you can become familiar with their books and their sweet smiling faces. Today I am introducing a long time friend of mine, LaVerne Thompson.
She is very talented and enjoys writing sensual romance with interracial characters. Her latest book is called Dragon's Heart and I love this cover, don't you?
Over a thousand years ago Draakar was forced to leave Earth, now he has no choice but to return. The dragon lord whose world teeters on the brink of destruction must find his truemate. The one woman with the power and love fated to seal them all. The woman he left behind.
Maya Trent was abandoned on Earth, apparently human, but so much more, and unaware of her dual heritage. Once Draakar awakens her dragon within all she wants to do is kill him. Yet they must work together to save mankind as well as the brethren. But first Draakar has to convince her that the truemate bond between them is real, as is his love for her. She just has to believe in him.
Now available at all major ebook and paperback retailers:
Price $5.99 Ebook, $14.99 Paperback
The second book you may hear about on this little book tour of ours, is JOURNEY OF THE ICE PRINCESS in THE ELEMENTALS book series.
Ice had traveled the realms for centuries searching for ice elementals, others of her kind, but she was alone. Always alone. Never staying in one place too long, because sooner or later her mere presence caused the temperature of the land to drop to a killing freeze. Until she found one place her powers had no effect.
Running from a destiny not of his own choosing, Arch finally found the one person who could make him stop running. But Ice must never learn the truth. An ice demon destroyed her world once and he was his father's son.
Now available at all major ebook and paperback retailers:
Price $3.99 Ebook
All Romance Ebooks Amazon Red Rose Publishing
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Now you might be wondering who this beautiful girl is? She is the talented author who came up with all these fantasy stories to keep you entertained. This is the fabulous author LaVerne Thompson.
More about the author LaVerne Thompson:
LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She also writes romantic suspense under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.
She is currently working on several projects. She has a daughter in her first year of college and a senior in highschool, so technically she has more time to write. Visit her website at http://lavernethompson.com to read excerpts of her books. She also writes for an interactive storytelling website and can found online at http://rpworldgroup.org as herself.
website- http://lavernethompson.com
Thanks for reading, come back and visit me to meet Elizabeth tomorrow.
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