Thursday, April 30, 2015

A Beyond Fairytales story
Taryn Kincaid
A dystopian retelling of Sleeping Beauty 

Sleeping Beauty in a post-apocalyptic land… 
In a world gone mad, where little remains but a vast wasteland of sand, the leader of a troop of roving warriors welcomes a brave young woman into his midst.
Much as he burns for her, Major Clay Worthington swears to keep his distance from the mysterious woman, so sensitive even the stinging rain can wound her.
Rosina Brierly is besotted with the formidable soldier and will gladly trade her life for one torrid night of blissful passion in his arms.
But when sleep overcomes them, will true love prevail? 
Does the major ever feel lust? Does he covet a woman’s touch? 
 He never gave any sign he did. Too aloof and austere, too remote from the simple emotions of mere mortal men.
He shook her again. “Wake up, princess. The rain will come soon.”
The men looked forward to the rain. They hated the relentless sun blasting down upon them, as if they thought it would incinerate what was left of the earth beneath their boots, baking the soft sand into badlands as hard as concrete.
They’d strip off their T-shirts and boots, their combat fatigues, and sometimes even their camouflage boxer shorts, and dance and play, naked or nearly so, in the slanting gray soup, laughing, tossing round balls or throwing saucer-shaped plastic discs to each other.
For her, the showers had the opposite effect. The stinging rain sliced into her sensitive skin like acid, raising blisters and sores, sometimes bloodying her.
She did not know why the major called her princess. Perhaps he didn’t know either. Whatever royalty once walked the earth had long gone, fled underground or died in battle or simply disappeared. The war engulfed every human on the planet, every inch of land, and had waged so long she doubted anyone remembered anymore. Well, maybe Nicodemus. At least he sometimes hinted he did in the stories he told. And she had seen him whisper into the major’s ear, unknown things that made the major pale beneath his weathered tan.
Major Worthington did not treat her like a princess, though, except when she slumbered, when he knelt before her in her fantasy world, his head bowed, his fist over his heart, laying his sword at her feet and claiming the role of knight. Her hero. Her champion. When she awoke, he remained one of the elite warrior breed roaming the planet, bristling with weapons like the soldiers he led. He treated her as the translator she was to him, sometimes barking orders to her as if she were one of his men, only occasionally seeking her counsel.
She came fully awake as he jerked her up from the ground and yanked her toward him. The glare of the setting sun broadsided her, hurting her eyes. Why was he so insistent about the impending rain? No clouds yet darkened the sky, although the hour sped toward evening dusk now. But no hint of shadow yet blotted the horizon.

“I can smell it,” he muttered, in answer to her unspoken question.

Coming June 2 from Decadent Publishing

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesdays Blog Hop

This week I'm participating for the first time in the Paranormal Love Wednesdays Blog Hop, a weekly blog hop featuring paranormal romances.

So here are four paragraphs from WOLF'S SONG, my shifter story for Decadent Publishing's Black Hills Wolves series.

I mean...a wolf shifter and a skinwalker cat who takes the form of a don't get much more paranormal than that!

        Brick stacked the cord of green firewood on a pallet in a corner of the porch, keeping the logs uncovered to let them season. The sharp scent of pine melded with the sweeter smell of maple he’d already cut. He did the U-Haul thing with another armload, toting the split white fir into the cabin, filling the rack next to the stone hearth. Screw Glade Plug-ins. Nothing finer than the natural tang of fresh-cut wood.

       He’d left his flannel shirt outside next to the chopping block. But his recent exertions had left him sweaty and—sniff—a little ripe. His flesh called out for some wet-and-soapy, but the pristine chrome-and-tile Kohler in his bathroom didn’t make the short list when the other candidate glittered fresh and natural beneath the late afternoon sun out back of the cabin.

The wolf wanted the lake. Paced inside him with restless insistence until Brick sidled closer to the front door. The sharp, crisp scent of spring socked him through the open window; the rich mineral regeneration of damp ground, new grass, wild flowers fighting to burst free. And something else. Something he couldn’t place curled around him like a fist. Got the juices flowing, his hormones bubbling. A muted growl burbled out of him. Trying to wrest control back from his other half on the pressing issue of where to dunk his fragrant carcass seemed futile.

    “What’s the deal, bro?” he murmured. No answer, of course. But his skin prickled as if two paws-worth of claws did a funky Harlem Shuffle beneath the surface. “No moon tonight, Dog. But you’re edgy enough to shave my whiskers.” And so was he now. Responding to the call from outdoors, the howl within.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Virginia Nelson's FOREVER DEVOTED

      Forever Devoted
A Tempting Signs story
Virginia Nelson
    Can Robbie believe Gray is actually Forever Devoted?

    Tempting Signs Series – Taurus
Available 4/21
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Robbie Jacobs is content being just one of the guys. For years, she’s run with her ‘Pack,’ a group of rowdy boys she went to high school with, used to party with, and now leans on in times of trouble. She has a couple gal pals, sure, but none of them are as close as the Pack… 

Gray Smythe has been the unchallenged leader of their group of friends for years. Stoic, determined, he’s managed to be there for them all through some crazy shit. But when Robbie, the only girl in their group, gets into a car accident, the line between friendship and lover suddenly gets a hell of a lot thinner.

One stubborn Taurus man who’s sure he knows what’s right and wrong and one woman fighting to win back her body and a chance at love… Will Robbie believe Gray is actually Forever Devoted? 

About the Author

Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself. When she’s is not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

Friday, April 10, 2015


A Black Hills Wolves story
Available Now!
Wildlife biologist, Isabelle Acker, meets sexy park ranger, Wyatt Powell. His Wolf sits up and takes notice of her, but when he learns why she came to the park, he becomes wary of her intentions. After all, as far as the general population knows, there are no wolves in the Black Hills.  
Ordered by his Alpha to keep an eye on the smoking-hot biologist, Wyatt finds it difficult to keep his hands to himself. He wants to possess her, to share everything about his life, but that might endanger the Tao Pack. But the attraction proves too great and, unable to deny his Wolf, he takes her with a passion he didn’t know he possessed.  
However, their sexual bliss is short-lived, and on the night of the full moon, more than one secret is revealed. When all is said and done, they must each decide—is what they have between them true love or just hot sex? 
From the shadows of the surrounding foliage, Wyatt Powell watched the slip of a woman move about her campsite with ease. The business card she had left with the girls at the ranger office read, Dr. Isabelle Acker, Wildlife Biologist. It seemed, she was used to camping outdoors.
But even if she had been camping for over five years, it was damn foolish of her to be out here alone.
Normally, he wouldn’t have paid much attention, but when he’d overheard the girls saying she was well known for her study of wolves, he’d been compelled to investigate.
Everyone knew there were no wolves in the Black Hills.
For generations, his pack had cultivated that belief. And in truth, there were no wolves. At least not what one would call a “normal” wolf. Wolf shifters were a whole other matter.
So, what brought Dr. Acker here?
She’d set up her camp in a secluded spot, well away from the established sites. Perhaps she wanted privacy. But for what?
The longer he watched, the more fascinated he became by her. It wasn’t because she seemed at ease in the outdoors. Nor was it just a physical attraction. Sure, she was pretty for a human but not in a remarkable way. She was an average height with an athlete’s build. Her plain brown hair had been pulled into a simple ponytail, but it did glitter a bit when she stepped into patches of sunlight.
Yet something about her had captured his interest. Both man and beast wanted to learn more.
He was about to retreat into the woods when he saw her gather a towel and a few bathing items and head to the nearby stream. His conscience argued he should leave and allow her some privacy, but the bulge behind his zipper insisted on following her. Part of him wanted to know how much of a nature lover she was.
Like a deer, she picked her way over the rocks until she found a spot next to the river. Before sitting, she slowly turned her head in both directions scanning the area.
Wyatt had been taught by his Sioux grandfather the value of patience when tracking prey. Or a foe. Despite his base attraction, he had yet to determine which she might be.
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Dena Garson is a Process Redesign Specialist by day and a writer and jewelry designer by night. She is raising two rowdy boys who play lots of sports which forces her to spend way too much time on the practice field and/or sidelines. Thankfully she has a loyal and loving Labrador Retriever to listen when she complains and a spoiled cat who reminds her daily she is merely a servant. 
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Saturday, April 4, 2015

RAIN cover reveal!!

A Beyond Fairytales Story

In a world gone mad, where little remains but a vast wasteland of sand, the leader of a troop of roving warriors welcomes a brave young woman into his midst.
Much as he burns for her, Major Clay Worthington swears to keep his distance from the mysterious woman, so sensitive even the stinging rain can wound her. 

Rosina Brierly is besotted with the formidable soldier and will gladly trade her life for one torrid night of blissful passion in his arms.  
But when sleep overcomes them, will true love prevail?

Coming in May 2015 from Decadent Publishing
A post-apocalyptic retelling of the Sleepy Beauty fairytale