Welcome to the new look Newsletter
Yup, I finally emerged from the writing cave and here it is, the new look, new format, all new singing and dancing newsletter!! Now if I could just make it do the housework as well, we'd be all set...
So, what's new I hear you ask? Glad you asked, let me give you the run-down here...
Countdown to Last Call Europe: Faery Dust!
Asharra De Silve, Faery Princess of the Terralien line, is getting married. The whole regal pomp and circumstance, the big white dress, the flowers... and it's all a sham. She's been sold off to the highest bidder as a virgin princess to save her family from the Fae equivalent of debtor's gaol. So she's decided that a visit to Last Call is in order...
Faery Dust: Nymph seeks a good hard fucking. One night to last a night-time.
Deverell, Lord Hunter, is in town for his own wedding. But with a wedding comes a bedding and he needs to take the edge off his appetite before he even tries to take his promised virgin bride to bed. So when a pretty little sprite calls for a Faery Dust Dev's more than happy to show her just how wicked a dark Lord of the Fae can be.
Coming to Changeling Press August 21, 2009
Five Angels and a Recommended Read for Feral
"This is the most precious story I’ve ever had the pleasure of picking up! Feral is so well described…
Not only is Tessa also described adorably, but also the chemistry between her and Feral is so sizzling I start sweating just thinking about it! Feral is so cute and fun that I would recommend it to everyone I know.
A 5 Angel Recommended Read!!" Megan – FAR reviewer
Coming soon - M&M3: Deception & Desire
Being a demon prince ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Caught between the human world and the demon one, Tiny, part time bouncer at Moonlight & Magic lives by his own rules. Mainly these rules revolve around keeping his head down and making sure none of his kind find out where he is… because Tiny’s on the demon most wanted list. Not because he’s done anything but because of who he is.
Prince Seren Di Lakai Telosa to be exact, heir apparent to the Demon throne. And a hunted man. If his father’s men find him, he’ll be dragged back to court to die of boredom. For the last three hundred years they’ve been grooming him to take over from dear old daddy. The only trouble is – the stubborn old git could last at least another millennia.
So what’s a Demon Prince to do? Get a job at Moonlight & Magic of course and keep his head down. Unfortunately Tiny was never good at avoiding trouble and when delicate Vampiress Cassia storms into his life, Tiny finds himself tempted to break more than his personal rules…
Demonkind and the undead don’t mix well, or rather, they mix too well, with explosive results.
Coming to Changeling Press October 2, 2009
News
Hawk's Warden - the first in the Wardens series - has been contracted by Cobblestone Press. I'm really excited about this series as it's been kicking about in my mind for years, so it's good to finally see it start coming to fruition. I don't have a release date as yet but when I do, you'll be the first to know ;)
The Super Seekrit Project I've been working on with two other authors is nearing completion now. I just got confirmation that the other two ladies are finishing up their sections and then we'll be ready to move onto phase two with it *looks around to make sure the other two aren't watching* but...to keep you going, scroll down for a little sneak peek...
Sneak Peek - Super Seekrit Project (unedited excerpt)
“Fuck me, I need to get laid,” Ryder growled as he glared at his bottle of bud. His partner in crime Jayce flicked a glance up from the cards in his hand and shrugged.
“You say that every night.”
“So? Doesn't make it any less true. Do you know how long it's been since we saw any action? Th-”
“Three weeks, four days and sixteen hours,” Jayce replied promptly, cutting Ryder off without looking up. He didn't need to look up, he'd heard this every night for three weeks and three days. If there was anything on this planet Ryder liked more than tracking prey it was sex. The more the merrier.
“And it's your own fault. If you hadn't pissed Ramona off, she'd still be here and perhaps I'd get some peace from your belly aching and your over-active bloody sex drive.”
A groan from the other side of the table told him his remark had hit home. “Oh god, you had to remind me of Ramona didn't you? That woman's got tits to die for and a cunt so fucking tight-”
“Yeah, yeah. What am I? A fucking monk?” Jayce snapped back, feeling the sexual frustration as keenly as Ryder. That was the problem with bonded wolves, both partners felt what the other was feeling. Which could be fantastic—if they were lovers. The problem was Jayce and Ryder weren't. They couldn't be, ever, even if either were that way inclined—and neither of them were, they both liked women far too much for that—because they were brothers. Closer than that, they were twins. Twin wolves, not just litter-mates but true twins. A genetic abnormality unheard of before their birth.
“Ugh, sorry bro. Didn't think.” Ryder picked morosely at the label on his bottle and pouted.
Jayce shook his head and carried on laying cards out in a game of patience.
It was a front, the tall werewolf had fuck-all patience and he knew it. He was just playing to keep his hands occupied whilst they wiled away the hours waiting for something to happen. Either a bar-brawl—always a possibility in Honey's roadside bar and grill, one of their favourite haunts—or for a call telling them another job had come in. As though Ryder was reading his mind, he spoke again. “Wish Sally would call. Now there's a piece of ass I wouldn't mind a crack at. Reminds me of Ca—”
“Don't even go there.” Jayce's voice was clipped and brooked no argument. They both knew who Sally reminded them of, and it was a total no-go area.
Ryder shut up and fast, his green eyes flicking a glance at his brother. Of the two of them, Jayce was the more sensible, the brains, the one less given to impulse or to loose his temper but when he used 'that' tone, Ryder knew to button it.
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