Friday, July 25, 2014

It’s All About Those Bayou Bad Boys!

It must have something to do with all that sweaty humidity that encourages muscles to glisten. Maybe it’s the rowdy Cajun music, sultry wail of a sax, or the beckoning naughtiness of the Quarter that drops inhibitions faster than the top on a Bourbon Street stripper. Or the food with its tang and bite of exotic spices that warms so good all the way down. Or the accent – oh, cher! ­ that lazy drawl and earthy patois that isn’t quite Southern or refined like French Creole, but you could listen to it all day . . . and night. Whether they wear Armani in urban highrises, pole piroques over the deceptive calm of weed-choked backwaters, or tend bar where an exclusive clientele comes to howl and literally let their hair down, bayou-bred bad boys are irresistible.

What’s the attraction? Seriously? They’re hot, dangerous, ferociously protective, and did I mention preternatural?

The bayou is more than a location. It’s an attitude, a way of living life, a cultural heritage as deep as the secrets hidden behind heavy moss and eerily beautiful tombs. The appeal for me began with Anne Rice’s fatally morose Louis, then was tantalized by Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunters and Kresley Coles’ MacGrieve clan, and then permanently underlined by those half-dressed hotties in True Blood and the Originals. It’s no wonder that the paranormal heroes in my “By Moonlight” series hail from those mysterious, steamy byways. It helps that New Orleans is my favorite place to visit for research and all the trimmings.

Here’s a taste of what I’m talking about. Meet Max Savoie from my “By Moonlight” series in this excerpt from CAPTURED BY MOONLIGHT. Max will be back in REMEMBERED BY MOONLIGHT in October!

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Their room was on the second floor facing the courtyard, where jovial diners drank Hurricanes and listened to a wailing Doug Kershaw tune. The sound filtered up through the open balcony doors to mingle with cool shadows.

“This is nice.”

Max’s arms slipped about her waist. “It is nice. Dance with me.”

He didn’t have to coax her to lean into him. With her head pillowed on his shoulder and her eyes closed, Charlotte let herself be moved by the music and Max Savoie.

After a few minutes of sensuous shuffling, he tipped her chin up for a long, very thorough kiss while never missing a beat. Her heart was pounding by the time he eased back into a series of soft, searching nibbles.

When she started to reach for him, he caught her wrists and held her arms down at her sides. “Hands off, Detective,” he murmured against her mouth. “Just stand there and let me work.”

She closed her eyes, trusting him the way she could no other, wanting him the way she would no other.

His tongue slid across the parted welcome of her lips, teasing lightly until she moaned. When he eased her shirt over her head she offered him the curve of her throat, shivering when his mouth moved down to the valley of her collarbone, chasing along those tempting contours with the sweep of his lips as his clever fingers worked the hooks of her bra. Then that barrier was gone, as well.

“You’re all I could think about,” he confided softly. “The feel of you. The scent of you. The taste of you.”

She toed out of her boots and tore open her zipper. His hands covered hers, warm, effortlessly controlling.

“Let me do that, sha.

He peeled down her jeans, kneeling to pool them at her ankles so she could step free. His strong fingers massaged over the tops of her feet, around her slender ankles, stroking up the sleek muscle of her calves, kneading the tight curve of her thighs. Working out the tension, building up the anticipation.

“How much did you miss me, cher?

She let go with a sigh. “Like air. Like light. Like sound.”

“Yeah?” He combed back her hair with a tender touch.

“You rock my world, Savoie.”

“If I haven’t yet, I’m about to.”

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For more bayou heat visit For a look at my new contemporary romance, TOTALLY YOURS, written under the pen name Dana Ransom, stop by my Blog.

Happy reading! Laissez le bon temps rouler!

Nancy Gideon is the award winning author of over 55 romances ranging from historical, regency and series contemporary suspense to paranormal, with a couple of horror screenplays tossed into the mix. She works full time as a legal assistant, and when not at the keyboard, feeds a Netflix addiction along with all things fur, fin and fowl. She also writes under the pen names Dana Ransom and Rosalyn West.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

For the Love of Angels

Note: This is the final of a trio of posts about some of the best in paranormal bad boys and villains. The post about Werewolves is HERE and the post about Vampires is HERE

Angels. Forbidden temptation. Dark lust. Fallen from grace. Overcoming the odds. 

I have to admit. I have weakness for them. I'm not sure where it started, but I'll share my journey. I cam into lusting after angels in my late teens. Angels had, for the most part, dominated great bad guy positions (Christopher Walken as Gabriel and Vigo Mortensen as Lucifer in The Prophecy) or been cast in comedic roles (Emmanuelle BĂ©art in A Date With an Angel and Paul Hogan in Almost and Angel). I had read a few fallen from grace romances, but they never really got my interest. So let's fast-forward to my late teens.  

My first memory of the seductive power of angels came from The Prophecy II. Omg Danyeal (the gorgeous and talented Russell Wong). 

He was sent from Heaven in order to seduce the movie heroine. My most memorable line? They are in the middle of having amazing sex and he asks "Do you accept me?". Well, I immediately said yes in my teenage heart. While it wasn't the first time I wanted to swap places with a movie heroine, it had a powerful impact on my teenage mind and heart (I was nineteen). 

He went on to be in some pretty amazing movies and TV shows as well. Romeo Must Die, The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, Numb3rs, Hawaii 5-0 and more. I've seen almost all of his foreign films and love his style, but he'll always have my heart as Danyeal. 

What about Castiel from Supernatural? He has a loyal fan following. 

Sexy. Dangerous. Trying to follow the line of the righteous no matter the cost...Castiel is an angel of brooding integrity. He weighs every choice, but does so with style. 

When he lost his grace and became human...his naive journey about what it meant to BE human really broke my heart. He was an angel I loved and would do anything to help return him to grace. If I could. After I got a kiss or two first...of course. LOL! 

We come to the final in my trio of angels I love to lust after. Paul Bettany plays the Archangel Michael in the movie Legion. And oh man, does he play it well. From sacrificing his wings to his incredible firepower, Michael really had my heart pounding. :D I've always been a fan of Paul's work, but this is one of my favorite movies starring him. 

That's it. That's my lustful cravings for angels. I've just started combing through Romances and Urban Fantasies for great series, but they seem to fall a bit short for what I want to read. Do you have any recommendations for great reads involving hot angels fallen from grace? I'd love hear about them in comments! 

Happy Reading, 
Dawn Montgomery

Dawn Montgomery's latest:


***Released as a standalone with two brand new stories for the readers: Brom's Birthday and The Slow Grind. The main novella, SILVER TONGUED DEVILS, is formerly part of the Tall, Dark and Alpha boxed set***

Raesa was one step from hell until she found redemption in their arms.

Ship thief and notorious escape artist, Raesa Daw was the best in the business until a routine DNA test proves that she's one of the last Earthen purebloods in existence. Desperate to escape sexual slavery and breeding for a royal house, she flees the station on the Crimson Star, landing in the arms of a deadly half-breed, Brom Raine.

One kiss burns away her fear, but opens a world more dangerous than she'd ever known.

Captain Anderson Na'varr of the Mercenary frigate Crimson Star shows no mercy to those who stow away on his vessel. He will take the thief and show her exactly how erotically ruthless he and his Executive Officer, Brom, can be.

Seduced by the dark lust and hidden strength of both men, she vows to do everything in her power to corrupt her DNA before the slavers find her.

Na'varr realizes Raesa holds the key to survival, and losing her to the Republic would destroy the fragile peace he and Brom had found in her arms. Her courage would lead them out of the depths of hell but only their love could keep her alive. 

WARNING: SILVER TONGUED DEVILS contains explicit sex. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Author's Note: Silver Tongued Devils was previously released in the Tall, Dark and Alpha Boxed Set. This edition comes with two additional stories in the continuation of their adventures

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Have you gone "In the Black" yet? Why not???

You haven't bought "In the Black" yet? Not even with RT Times Review calling it "a fast-paced tale of murder & mystery in outer space"  and giving it 4/5 stars?

Let's see if I can tempt you with some delicious goodies... because in space no one can hear you lust after a hot man getting undressed...


A puff of cold air slapped her bare back.

She froze, suds running off her skin.

The fact that Etts hadn’t screamed in alarm meant only one other person could have opened the stall door and now stood there watching her.

She waited.

The low voice brought goose bumps to her exposed skin. “Captain. Glad to see you took advantage of my offer.”

“Marshal.” She didn’t turn toward the open stall door. “Thank you for making it.”

“You’ll be glad to know that the transport left without incident.” He didn’t say the name; he didn’t have to. He wasn’t going to taint this moment with that name.

She was grateful for that.

“That’s good. Hope they fry the bastard.” Sam reached for the washcloth and poured a good amount of liquid soap on it. She could see him out of the corner
of her eye, watching her through the semi-clear glass.

She didn’t have the urge to hide her scars. There weren’t many and they’d whitened and faded over time, but some of her lovers had cringed at seeing them.

They hadn’t lasted long. In every sense of the word.

Daniel chuckled. “We’ll see.” He walked back and forth in front of the shower, a slow, leisurely pace. “You found everything okay?”

“Yes, thank you.” She looked at him through the door, her heart pounding like it was her first combat drop all over again.

Time to put up or shut up. He’d be leaving soon and she needed to get him out of her system.

“Could I impose on you to wash my back? I can’t quite reach back there.” She rolled her shoulders.

He grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.” He took a step forward, then stopped. “One minute. No use getting my uniform wet.”

Daniel slid off his jacket and tossed it over her pile of clothing. He tugged his T-shirt out of the top of his jeans and pulled it upward, annoyingly slowly.

She forgot about the hot water running down her face.


The sequel, "In the Void" comes out in October - so why wait to hop on board the Bonnie Belle?

Don't forget! "Everyone loves a Mercy woman." (or man, as "In the Void" will attest to...)

Available at Amazon,  B&N   Carina Press 

Also on Goodreads!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Bad Boys, Bad Girls, and why we love them so...

When I heard this month's topic, I must admit I got just a little frustrated. I'm not a Bad Boy. Worse, I've had to help friends recover from the fallout of a relationship with a Bad Boy who they just couldn't resist.

I asked the Ur-Goth why they had such an appeal, but she couldn't tell me. She's not really into them, either in reality or in fiction. Thing is, we both acknowledge that they do seem to have a huge appeal. So in the interests of trying to talk about them, I thought about the equivalent, Bad Girls. I certainly relate to the attraction there. The zest for life, the lack of attention to societal pressure, and the wanton disregard for anything resembling rules.

Of course, what with me totally getting distracted from the topic, that didn't really pan out either, so I started looking at 'Bad Boys', trying to see what they have in common. Han Solo, Malcolm Reynolds, Angel, Spike yeah, I'm a Sci-Fi fan, as you can see. Thing is, even with that short list, one stands out. Three of them are really good guys with a tough outer shell, and maybe some dark impulses...

...And then there's Spike. Unrepentant vampire and thug. You get too close to him, and he'll eat you up, and not in any kind of good way. But even before he turned over a new leaf and became a 'good guy', he had legions of romantically inclined fans. It took me a while to figure out what he's got in common with the other two, the core of the appeal of Bad Boys (and Bad Girls, for that matter).

Bad Boys do what they want.

Bad Boys don't do anything they don't want to do.

If a Bad Boy shows interest in you, it's real.

Once I realized that, I realized I'd been writing a Bad Boy for a while now. Steve, the firefighter-turned-superhero in my serial Blue Bloods, is a guy who does the right thing for all the wrong reasons. His reprobate behavior is forever getting under the skin of his teammates, Drew and Angela. Every time they're about to kick him out the door, he takes a hit for them. Not because he felt obligated, or because he thought it was the right thing to do.

Because it seemed like fun at the time.

And he wanted to.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Cover Reveal SciFi Romance Mission to Mahjundar

I'm very excited this week to be sharing the cover for my upcoming science fiction romance release MISSION TO MAHJUNDAR!

Fiona Jayde is my cover designer, who helped establish the "brand" look and feel for this series right from the beginning. I usually do some browsing through the stock photos (so much fun to do and SO much more fun than actually writing new words on paper LOL) and send her a few that I like - possible heroes, heroines and settings -  just to show what I'm thinking about. She works her magic and I'm set.

This new book is set in the same Universe as Wreck of the Nebula Dream and Escape From Zulaire, although there's no direct link between the three books. Here's the blurb for this new novel, which should be available August 18th at all the major ebook stores and in paperback (from Amazon only) shortly thereafter:

An attempted assassination left Princess Shalira blind as a child and, now that she’s of marriageable age, her prospects are not good because of her disability. She’s resigned herself to an arranged marriage rather than face life under the thumb of her cold stepmother. But then she meets Mike Varone, a Sectors Special Forces officer sent to Mahjundar by the intergalactic government to retrieve a ship lost in her planet’s mountains. After Mike saves Shalira from another assassination attempt, she arranges for him to escort her across the planet to her future husband. She’s already falling hard for the deadly offworlder and knows she should deny herself the temptation he represents, but taking Mike along to protect her is the only way she’ll live long enough to escape her ruthless stepmother.
Mike, for his part, resists his growing attraction to the princess; he has a mission on this planet and rescuing the vulnerable but brave princess isn’t it. No matter how much he wishes it could be.
But what should have been an easy trek through Mahjundar’s peaceful lands swiftly turns into an ambush with danger around every turn. Shalira’s marriage begins to seem less like an arranged union and more like yet another planned assassination. The more they work together to survive, the harder it becomes to stop themselves from falling in love. Caught in a race against time, can they escape the hostile forces hunting them and make it off the planet?
Can there be a future for a simple soldier and an intergalactic princess?
No preorder buttons, bummer!
In other exciting news, the wonderful Michael Riffle is nearly done with recording the audiobook version of Escape From Zulaire so that should be available in August as well.
I hope your summer is going great!

Friday, July 18, 2014

New Release The Necromancer's Betrayal

Bad boys reign…at least this month on our blog and in my necromancer books. Book two, The Necromancer’s Betrayal, was released last week and contains two of my favorite bad boys that vie for Ruby, my necromancer’s, attention. They don’t play nice, but demons and vampires aren’t exactly boy scouts. Ewan March, the demon warrior, and Lysander, the powerful vampire, struggle against impossible external circumstances, their own frayed friendship, and their conflicted emotions over Ruby. They recognize their behavior borders on obnoxious Alpha (which Ruby calls them on), recognize they were once friends, but neither can seem to control the powerful emotions surging through them. Their conflicts in Necromancer’s Betrayal were fun to write, as are all powerfully emotional scenes, but ultimately it’s their dedication to their supernatural races and deep feelings for Ruby that keep them in check…sort of J

Back cover copy for Necromancer's Betrayal:

Her powers have been hobbled. Her enemies are growing stronger. Old loves challenge her. And her worst betrayer may be herself.

Necromancer Ruby Montagne is battling for her life in the realm of demons. Unfairly branded for the death of a fellow necromancer, she’s got to prove her innocence without the full use of her magic. And the real culprit is still on the loose.

While someone is stalking her friends among the witches, Ruby searches for answers inside the dark intrigues of both the demon and necromancer worlds. Ruby must confront this new, sinister threat while reconciling her feelings for her former lover, a demon warrior. Only it’s difficult . . . because a sexy vampire is making it clear that he’d like to be a lot more than just friends.

The competition for Ruby’s trust heats up as the enemy pushes her toward a dark side that could threaten the entire realm. Yet what can Ruby do when she’s not even sure what she is? With the fabric separating the realms at stake, she must decide whom to trust. But will the ultimate betrayal be her own?

Please check out the Goodreads link below to enter a giveaway for The Necromancer's Betrayal!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

The Fun of Midsummer Fairies

All right, so my new release A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S FLING is a not a paranormal (it's a straight-up romantic comedy) BUT the play from which it steals borrows its title (Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream) is all about supernatural creatures. Namely: fairies.

I played a fairy once in A Midsummer Night's Dream; it was one of the great pleasures of my life. And one of my favorite parts of writing this book was deciding how I was going to have my fictional people portray Shakespeare's fairies. The wonderful website Pinterest was great for this, and I happened to have a pretty great costume designer character in my book so I could let my imagination go wild.

And I did. :)

Here's how the fairy looks are described in the book:
All four of the actresses playing Titania's handmaidens now had soft, pastel colored hair of various shades -- a soft lilac for Cobweb; an icy, silvery blue for Moth; a peachy orange for Mustardseed; and a soft blend of pale green, blue and violet for Peaseblossom. Elaborate headdresses of flowers and feathers, twigs and seashells crowned their heads.

Their costumes were also a tactile delight of texture, some with scaled black leather, some with shredded silk pieces; one had an amazing corset that looked like wood. The most incredible, though, was Moth's. Somehow, with clear sea glass beads knit with wire, the designer had fashioned a dress that actually seemed made of water droplets for the Moth character.

If you want to check out my Midsummer fairy looks and other fun pictures that provided inspiration, check out the book's Pinterest board.

There's more info about the book below if you're curious. Even though it's not a paranormal. ;)


After dating her childhood sweetheart Max on and off for years, aspiring actress Nicola Charles is finally ready to move on. It’s time for her to focus on her stage career and stay away from Max–before he can break her heart again.

Max regrets hurting Nicola, but he wants another chance. So when his play loses its leading lady, giving Nicola the part seems like the perfect opportunity to win back his old flame.

But the course of true love—and a theater production—never do run smooth. As Max fights to reignite Nicola’s love, the onstage antics can’t rival the bedlam backstage: a neurotic cast, a prickly crew, and an evil diva of a director who’s got designs on Max.

As Nicola and Max battle to keep the drama onstage, Max can’t help wondering if their romance will end with the last performance. Or have the two of them finally captured what they’ve dreamed of all their lives? True Love.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Writing and Reading out of Love

Each month the RT editors select one book that is not only compelling, but pushes the boundaries of genre fiction. This book stands out from all the others reviewed that month, in the magazine issue and on the website. June 2014's RT Seal of Excellence — the editors' pick for best book of the month — is awarded to Jeffe Kennedy's fantasy romance, The Mark of the Tala.
July started off with a bang for me, with this amazing choice by RT Book Reviews to select The Mark of the Tala for their June Seal of Excellence. It's particularly gratifying to me, that this book was picked because it pushes genre boundaries.

All of us here at Paranormal Romantics have experienced the ups and downs of the paranormal marketplace. These days we're told that paranormal romance is a dead genre and don't even think the word "vampire." And yet, we know readers are still hungry for it. Hell - WE are hungry for it.

The problem is nobody's entirely sure what they're hungry for.

When a genre becomes "hot," like paranormal romance and urban fantasy did, you can watch a very predictable curve in the marketplace. A book or several books hit big - like Twilight - and create tremendous interest. We read those books and want more like that. The editors buy them up, because the editors are buying - and because they're inspired by the books they're reading - writers write more like that. The shelves get flooded and, like a hit song overplayed on the radio, soon we're sick of the whole thing. We'll turn off the radio before we have to hear that song one more time.

Except, we still want music. Even that kind of music.

I think this is why it's important to remember to write what we want to, not for the market. I got really lucky with this Twelve Kingdoms trilogy, because the books just happen to be coming out at a time where there's an upsurge of interest in fantasy. To some extent, I thought this could happen. I had already written the book that became The Mark of the Tala when I attended a conference two years ago. At the TOR/Forge spotlight, I asked the panel of editors if they thought Game of Thrones being on HBO would create interest in more fantasy of that type. The gals exchanged bemused glances and said, well, maybe? And one explained that, to them and anyone else in SFF publishing, George RR Martin's series was old news. It was a funny moment, watching them process that this would not be true for all those TV watchers discovering this kind of story for the first time.

However, if I'd decided then and there to write my book, I would have missed this particular moment. My agent sold it a few months later and it just came out. That's where the luck comes in.

But I wrote in the first place out of love - and that's the key.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Suffer the Hunger

Have you ever been so hungry that it was the only thing that occupied your mind?

It's one of our primal drives.

We all have to eat.

What if you didn't just need food to survive? What lengths would you go to live and how would you live with yourself afterwards? These are questions that Pia Blyton suffers through in Ravenous.

Suffer the hunger.

Pia Blyton wants it all. A steady boyfriend, love and her independence. But to ignore her succubus nature is to welcome chaos. Every three days she must orgasm to feed. Bad sex isn’t an option. Stave off the hunger for too long and her demon side peeks out, and its tastes are much less discerning than hers.

One bad day, one wrong decision, and her demon takes control of her libido and kisses all her best intentions goodbye.

Brokenhearted and ashamed, Pia is dragged home to Lake City by Zur-Sin, a vampire her father paid to find her. Caught in a world where mortal desires are seen as a weakness, Pia needs to figure out how to protect her heart from her deepest longings.

Annie Nicholas



Day seven of my cycle

Cold iron bit into my wrists when I rolled on my side and turned my back toward the door. The insistent knocking drilled into my aching head. I stifled a moan. If I stayed real quiet maybe they’d leave, thinking the motel room was empty. From the searing pain in my abdomen and the weakening demands of my inner demon, I only had a few hours left to live.
The crack of wood splintering replaced the pounding. I jerked at the sharp noise and twisted around. Hanging on the hinges, my door had smashed open. Someone flicked the switch on and the lights burned my sensitive eyes. I tried to shield my face with my hand but the chains holding the manacles around my wrists clanked and held my arm inches from the mattress.
“No.” I yelled. “Get out!” My chains rattled as I lunged at them. They snapped me back against the mattress and my head flopped on the pillow as a surge of sexual frustration flooded my system. My demon nature had quieted to a dull roar since yesterday but the scent of males had awoken the beast. It roared inside my head and clawed to retake control of my body. “Yes, stay,” it whispered.
Two people strode into the room. Light haloed around them so I couldn’t make any details. “Close the door, Cooper.” The shorter one knelt by my bed. “You look terrible for a succubus.”
I blinked my eyes until I could focus, and cleared my throat. “Get the fuck out.” I just wanted to die and take my demon with me.
The young man tilted his head to the side as if confused. Blond with blue eyes the same shade as a tropical sea, he didn’t look much older than nineteen. “I’m here to rescue you, sweetheart.” He caressed my cheek and all thoughts of saving him stopped on a dime.
I leaned into his touch and purred. “Yes, let me go.” My demon fought me for control.
He jumped to his feet and stepped back, his gaze caressing my body as if trying to decide where to start undressing me. “Fuck.”
I’d seen human males react to me this way. The hungrier I grew, the more they would want me. Neither of us could control that reaction. My body would pump fuck-me pheromones in the air until it was fed.
The second man came into my view, a little taller than the blond, with tawny hair down to his muscled shoulders. His thread bare t-shirt and faded jeans clung to all the right places. “What’s wrong?”
“Look at her body. She’s emaciated. Someone left her here to starve.” He watched me as I struggled against my chains.
I could only sit in the back of my head and scream in silence. What I called my demon nature was really a survival instinct. It grew more powerful when I got too hungry. I’d find myself humping some schmuck behind a Dumpster if I didn’t feed every three days. This was day seven.
I shuddered. This drive to orgasm was what ruined my life. All I ever wanted was to be loved. Why could every other creature have it but my kind?
The blond searched the bathroom, the closet and under my bed. “I don’t think it’s a trap. If it was, they would have set her loose on us by now.”
“A trap?” Tawny, gorgeous Cooper retreated to the door. “You said we were here to help her.” He readjusted the crotch of his tight jeans. His gaze wandered back to me and he swallowed hard.
“We are, but I wasn’t expecting this. Her father said she’d run away but this looks more like a kidnapping.”
“Well, unchain her and let’s go.”
The blond grew still and glared at Cooper. Suddenly, he didn’t seem nineteen anymore and the power radiating off him sent my supernatural Richter scale off the chart. So, not human, which explained how he knew my father.
Cooper shrank against the door, his gaze pinned to the cheap carpeting. “Sorry.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Sorry, master.” His voice shook.
“Use your fucking nose and see if you can pick up the scent of whoever chained her to the bed.” The master ran a finger along the sole of my foot.
I rolled my hips, inviting him to take off the yoga pants. I wanted his hands on my skin, not teasing my feet. No, no touching, no feeling. I clawed at the demon. I wouldn’t lose this time.
Cooper had walked around the room sniffing at random areas. “It’s hard to pinpoint scents in motel rooms, Zur-Sin. There’s too much traffic, but hers are the freshest and I don’t pick up anything else as new.”
That name snapped both me and my demon out of our horny trance. Oh, shit. I’d heard of him. If the devil was a rock star, Zur-Sin was his lead guitarist.
“Look at her.” There was a touch of awe in Zur-Sin’s voice. “Starved and in desperate need of a shower, yet she’s got me eager enough to cum in my pants like I was fifteen all over again.” He glanced at his erection, then at Cooper’s. “You too. Now that’s power.” He pulled out his phone and took a picture of me. “See? I’m even sending proof to Flynn.”
“No!” I cried out. Fear of hurting my father somehow trumped my demon for a second and gained control again.

“Oops, too late.” He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you, Pia?”

Monday, July 14, 2014

A Magic Born Bad Boy

I'd never written a bad boy before, until Vadim Bazarov. He first showed up as a secondary character in Trancehack, the first book in the Magic Born trilogy. The gleefully foul-mouthed nightclub owner had a fondness for booze and casual drugs. He routinely bribed and blackmailed to get his way. But most important of all, he ran the local underground that helped witches and Normals alike escape the horrific Magic Laws. With every new scene that featured him, I loved him more. So when it was time to write the second book in the trilogy, Witchlight, I knew Vadim would be my (anti-)hero.

Vadim did not disappoint. As the beginning of Witchlight unfolds, he finds himself needing to blackmail someone in power who can provide access to sensitive information and documents. He finds a target in city councilwoman Lizzie Marsden, a secret Magic Born whose wealthy family hid her status as a witch. What he doesn't count on is meeting his match. Vadim and Lizzie both are full of contradictions, passionate and driven. They clash at first, but soon their undeniable attraction leads to sparks of a different kind. But there are forces at work that may keep outlaw witch and bad boy Vadim apart from his beautiful, complex ice queen Lizzie.

In 2066, the Magic Born are segregated in urban reservations. The laws do not protect them, or their allies.  
Councilwoman Elizabeth Marsden is a powerful player in New Corinth politics, but a closely guarded secret could destroy her life—she's a hidden Magic Born. Her family has gone to great lengths to erase all her magic-related records, until a trancehacking outlaw discovers the last remaining one…  
Vadim Bazarov smuggles Magic Borns through the underground railroad and threatens to reveal Elizabeth's secret unless she helps him access blank ID cards. Elizabeth wants to hate him for having a stranglehold on her life, but can't help being attracted to someone so sure of who and what he is.  
Vadim initially sees her as a political ice queen, but is intrigued by her suppressed magical abilities. He trains Elizabeth to use her magic, and before long finds himself falling for her. But their newfound love may be shortlived; an anti-magic ordinance forces one of them to make a choice that will change both their lives for good.

Buy links: Carina PressAmazon - Barnes and Noble

Read an excerpt here.


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