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September 4, 2008 - Thursday
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Warrior’s Rise Is Here!
Check out my sexy, slightly infuriating, but all alpha hero, Logan and his equally as sexy and infuritating counterpart. Watch the sparks fly! :)
Logan Savage is a man's man. His idea of a good time has never included watching over and entertaining a bunch of kids at a summer camp. Especially when that camp happens to be full of kids with a love for mythology and medieval fantasy. In other words—a bunch of geeks. Unfortunately, in order to avoid a jail sentence for assaulting a cop, that's exactly what he has to do. Head counselor and owner of the camp, Willow Avaris, is a nice surprise. Beautiful, fiery and sexy… Too bad she loathes his very existence. Plus, the kids are making his life a living nightmare. Could the summer get any worse?
Bravery and strength were things Logan always thought he had in spades, but as the summer goes on, and strange, surreal events take place around the camp, Logan is forced to look within himself and figure out what's important to him. It's safe to remain the self absorbed, shallow man he's always been, but can he find the courage to reach inside and embrace the true warrior he was destined to become?
EXCERPT:
The bailiff was a definite hottie. Blonde, petite, slender waist, nice rack. He could tell she had a killer body even in that unflattering uniform. His fingers itched to peel her out of it. He caught her eye across the court room as the judge began to pass the sentence. He gave her a boyish smile and a flirty wink. That always did the trick. This time was no exception. She smirked and averted her eyes, obviously trying not to attract attention, but she slid her gaze back up to his and chewed on her bottom lip.
Logan heard the judge sentence him to so many hours of community service and he suppressed a gloating chuckle. That's right. No jail time for Logan Savage. He stole a sidelong glance at the tall brunette representing him. His sister was one fine attorney. He could murder someone and she'd be able to get him a lesser sentence, if not get him off completely.
It was nice to have connections.
Court adjourned and he turned to his sister with a grin. "You're the best, Iz."
She rolled her eyes and shoved various papers in her briefcase. "Whatever, Logan. You owe me several grand."
He frowned. "Excuse me? I'm your brother!" he protested.
"You're an idiot," she stated. "That's what you are." She snapped her briefcase shut and started to stride out of the courtroom.
Logan threw a momentary glance back at the cute bailiff, but followed after his sister. "Isabelle, what the crap did I ever do to you? Name calling? That's not very professional. You do that to all of your clients?"
"Only the really clueless ones." She sneered. She shook her head. "I swear, Logan, when are you going to grow up?"
He blinked and grabbed her elbow, stopping her and turning her to face him. "What are you talking about? It's not like I'm living in Mom's basement. I have my own apartment. I have a good job."
Isabelle heaved a sigh. "Logan, you're twenty-nine years old and you're still getting into bar brawls. You beat a guy within inches of his life. You think you're sooo cool, but you're really just making a fool out of yourself." She shook her head and handed him a manila envelope full of papers. "I'm not bailing you out again. The next time you decide to pull your macho crap and deck an officer of the law, figure it out yourself. I've been fixing your mistakes my entire life and I'm not going to do it anymore."
She shook the envelope at him until he took it. He frowned. "What's this?"
"The information on the summer camp you'll be working at."
His frown deepened. "Summer camp?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. If you'd been paying attention to the judge instead of trying to undress the bailiff with your eyes, you would have heard him say that. You're to serve out your sentence working as a volunteer counselor at a kids' summer camp."
His first reaction was repulsion. Just what he needed was to be stuck hanging around a bunch of stupid nose-pickers all summer long, but his second thought was that it might not be so bad. Summer camp was full of outdoor activity. He could teach the ankle biters how to hunt and fish, be men's men. He could see the reverent looks on their faces now. "Cool. Thanks, Izzie."
"Don't thank me. Just quit being stupid. I'm sick of having the delinquent brother who never grew out of his teenage years. Get over yourself and get a life."
She turned her back on him again and he let her go this time. No point in following after her if she was only going to verbally bash him. Whatever. Isabelle had no idea who he was or what he did with his life. Get over himself? He snorted. He wasn't stuck on himself. It wasn't his fault that every woman he met wanted to do wicked things to him… And it wasn't his fault if the men that were with those women felt really inadequate, thus resulting in bar brawls that got him arrested. Besides, how was he supposed to know that the man he'd shown what-for was a cop? Not like he asked for a resume before he handed someone their butt on a plate.
Besides, Isabelle was probably just jealous. She was stuck in a tedious routine living in suburban, 2.5 kid land. That kind of torturous existence would make anyone look at someone free and rootless like him in envy.
Dismissing his sister's words, he opened up the envelope and looked at the information packet he'd been given. Rogue River Fantasy Camp. He frowned. Fantasy Camp? What in the world did that mean? His interest piqued. Maybe there were strippers involved. That would definitely be a fantasy. Somebody in a Catholic school girl outfit maybe…
He smirked and shoved the papers back into the envelope. No biggee. It was somewhere in between Gold Hill and Shady Cove. He'd find it easy enough. He'd camped and hunted most of the forests in his area of Oregon. Shouldn't be too hard. All he had to do was find the camp and show up on the scheduled date. No use in reading a bunch of papers that would just bore him to death. He had better things to do with his time.
He glanced at his watch and smiled, then smoothed his sandy brown hair. Perfect. It was happy hour and he was still in his suit. That would definitely attract some attention. He'd get his game on tonight. He was feeling particularly lucky.
Squaring his shoulders, he folded the papers in half and shoved them in his back pocket, then made his way out of the courthouse.
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Buy your copy here: http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/warriors_rise.html
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August 31, 2008 - Sunday
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September Newsletter
Current mood:  fermented
9-1-08
Ok, so it's not September 1st till tomorrow, but I wanted this to go out early so that everyone could get in on the action taking place this month and not miss a day of it.
This month marks the two year anniversary of when I contracted my first book so I'm having a month long celebration and everyone's invited! Not only that, but we have a scavenger hunt kicking off this month with Forbidden Publications too! Lots of stuff going on!
PICTURE OF THE MONTH:
I really like this picture. There's no special meaning or significance behind it. I just really like it. We were trying to find a myspace layout for one of my musical side projects called Crimson Night and this was the background we tried to upload. Too bad it didn't work!
NEWS:
* MONTH LONG CELEBRATION AT THE MUSES THREE YAHOO GROUP!
BRIEANNA'S ANNIVERSARY BASH!
Everyone who participates in the topic of the week will be entered to win a prize at the end of the week. All participants will be entered for the grand prize at the end of the month.
BONUS: Everyone who subscribes to my newsletter by emailing me at brauthor.editor@gmail.com with the subject line NEWSLETTER will receive TWO entries for the grand prize.
WEEK ONE: Alpha males. Post your favorite excerpts of men doing "man things." Also, answer the group question: Who is your favorite alpha character?
PRIZE: A free copy of Warrior's Rise
WEEK TWO: I'm going to see my favorite band play in San Francisco and LA! I am also being given the amazing opportunity to meet my favorite rockstar for the SECOND time. So, because of this, the topic of the week will be: Have you ever met anyone famous? Who do you wish you could meet? Post any experience and share your fantasies!
PRIZE: A free copy of Better Than Chocolate
WEEK THREE: Serendipity and fantasy. Share real-life experiences of random happenings and things that are particularly miraculous or extraordinary.
PRIZE: Free copy of any Serendipity Book
WEEK FOUR: The release of my print version of Road Less Traveled has me excited! Post excerpts of heroines who take the hero's breath away and tell me your experiences of true friendship and adventure.
PRIZE: A free authographed print copy of Road Less Traveled
SEPT 30: We're going out with a bang! All day excerpt party! Post till your heart's content!
PRIZE: Free copy of Beyond Wild Imaginings
The grand prize will be everything you could ever want for a relaxing, indulgent night of reading your favorite books. This includes scented candles, bath gels and crystals, a mixed CD of music inspired from my books and a $10 Borders gift card! Not to mention, free promo from other great authors and a download of any one of my ebooks your little heart desires. The drawing will happen at the end of the month and it will be awesome! Join the Muses Three today! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/themusesthree
* Come Participate in the Forbidden Hunt!
http://www.rabiyahbooks.com/TheForbiddenHunt.html
This starts tomorrow so hurry and get your spot!
*WARRIOR'S RISE is releasing on September 4th from Forbidden Publications!
Logan Savage is a man's man. His idea of a good time has never included watching over and entertaining a bunch of kids at a summer camp. Especially when that camp happens to be full of kids with a love for mythology and medieval fantasy. In other words—a bunch of geeks. Unfortunately, in order to avoid a jail sentence for assaulting a cop, that's exactly what he has to do. Head counselor and owner of the camp, Willow Avaris, is a nice surprise. Beautiful, fiery and sexy… Too bad she loathes his very existence. Plus, the kids are making his life a living nightmare. Could the summer get any worse?..:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O />
Bravery and strength were things Logan always thought he had in spades, but as the summer goes on, and strange, surreal events take place around the camp, Logan is forced to look within himself and figure out what's important to him. It's safe to remain the self absorbed, shallow man he's always been, but can he find the courage to reach inside and embrace the true warrior he was destined to become?
So for all of you who love a real alpha male, be sure to check out this fantasy romance! Here's an excerpt to whet your appetite:
Medford, Oregon
The bailiff was a definite hottie. Blonde, petite, slender waist, nice rack. He could tell she had a killer body even in that unflattering uniform. His fingers itched to peel her out of it. He caught her eye across the court room as the judge began to pass the sentence. He gave her a boyish smile and a flirty wink. That always did the trick. This time was no exception. She smirked and averted her eyes, obviously trying not to attract attention, but she slid her gaze back up to his and chewed on her bottom lip.
Logan heard the judge sentence him to so many hours of community service and he suppressed a gloating chuckle. That's right. No jail time for Logan Savage. He stole a sidelong glance at the tall brunette representing him. His sister was one fine attorney. He could murder someone and she'd be able to get him a lesser sentence, if not get him off completely.
It was nice to have connections.
Court adjourned and he turned to his sister with a grin. "You're the best, Iz."
She rolled her eyes and shoved various papers in her briefcase. "Whatever, Logan. You owe me several grand."
He frowned. "Excuse me? I'm your brother!" he protested.
"You're an idiot," she stated. "That's what you are." She snapped her briefcase shut and started to stride out of the courtroom.
Logan threw a momentary glance back at the cute bailiff, but followed after his sister. "Isabelle, what the crap did I ever do to you? Name calling? That's not very professional. You do that to all of your clients?"
"Only the really clueless ones." She sneered. She shook her head. "I swear, Logan, when are you going to grow up?"
He blinked and grabbed her elbow, stopping her and turning her to face him. "What are you talking about? It's not like I'm living in Mom's basement. I have my own apartment. I have a good job."
Isabelle heaved a sigh. "Logan, you're twenty-nine years old and you're still getting into bar brawls. You beat a guy within inches of his life. You think you're sooo cool, but you're really just making a fool out of yourself." She shook her head and handed him a manila envelope full of papers. "I'm not bailing you out again. The next time you decide to pull your macho crap and deck an officer of the law, figure it out yourself. I've been fixing your mistakes my entire life and I'm not going to do it anymore."
She shook the envelope at him until he took it. He frowned. "What's this?"
"The information on the summer camp you'll be working at."
His frown deepened. "Summer camp?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. If you'd been paying attention to the judge instead of trying to undress the bailiff with your eyes, you would have heard him say that. You're to serve out your sentence working as a volunteer counselor at a kids' summer camp."
His first reaction was repulsion. Just what he needed was to be stuck hanging around a bunch of stupid nose-pickers all summer long, but his second thought was that it might not be so bad. Summer camp was full of outdoor activity. He could teach the ankle biters how to hunt and fish, be men's men. He could see the reverent looks on their faces now. "Cool. Thanks, Izzie."
"Don't thank me. Just quit being stupid. I'm sick of having the delinquent brother who never grew out of his teenage years. Get over yourself and get a life."
She turned her back on him again and he let her go this time. No point in following after her if she was only going to verbally bash him. Whatever. Isabelle had no idea who he was or what he did with his life. Get over himself? He snorted. He wasn't stuck on himself. It wasn't his fault that every woman he met wanted to do wicked things to him… And it wasn't his fault if the men that were with those women felt really inadequate, thus resulting in bar brawls that got him arrested. Besides, how was he supposed to know that the man he'd shown what-for was a cop? Not like he asked for a resume before he handed someone their butt on a plate.
Besides, Isabelle was probably just jealous. She was stuck in a tedious routine living in suburban, 2.5 kid land. That kind of torturous existence would make anyone look at someone free and rootless like him in envy.
Dismissing his sister's words, he opened up the envelope and looked at the information packet he'd been given. Rogue River Fantasy Camp. He frowned. Fantasy Camp? What in the world did that mean? His interest piqued. Maybe there were strippers involved. That would definitely be a fantasy. Somebody in a Catholic school girl outfit maybe…
He smirked and shoved the papers back into the envelope. No biggee. It was somewhere in between Gold Hill and Shady Cove. He'd find it easy enough. He'd camped and hunted most of the forests in his area of Oregon. Shouldn't be too hard. All he had to do was find the camp and show up on the scheduled date. No use in reading a bunch of papers that would just bore him to death. He had better things to do with his time.
He glanced at his watch and smiled, then smoothed his sandy brown hair. Perfect. It was happy hour and he was still in his suit. That would definitely attract some attention. He'd get his game on tonight. He was feeling particularly lucky.
Squaring his shoulders, he folded the papers in half and shoved them in his back pocket, then made his way out of the courthouse.
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* THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED releasing in PRINT on September 22nd! I am so excited about this. The first book in my Serendipity Series of contemporary romance is finally releasing in print and will be available through all major bookstores online. You can Pre-Order your copy at http://www.whimsicalpublications.com/.
Five concert tickets won on a radio contest seem to be the perfect
solution for Alyx to get away from her abusive ex boyfriend and turn
a new page in her life. Quiet, antisocial Maxim is not the sort to
want adventure, but when his brother volunteers him to go on the trip
to the concert with Alyx and her best friend he suddenly finds his
world turned upside down, especially when it comes to the way Alyx
affects him…
Taegen is having trouble dealing with the death of her brother and
finds herself wanting to shut out the world, until she meets a
mysterious stranger who shows her that she can, in fact, still feel
something inside her wounded heart.
Thrown together in a bizarre and hilarious set of circumstances,
these five strangers come to realize the true meaning of friendship,
love and being true to oneself.
*I just contracted my short story, Musician's Monsoon, with Freya's Bower for their sweet romance anthology! So keep your eyes open for that in the future!
*I'm not sure of my September Chat schedule yet, but I will be sure to post bulletins when I know when I'm going to be where!
Everyone have a great month and be sure to come celebrate with me at The Muses Three!
*NOTE* The winner of this month's drawing is Loretta! You've won a free copy of any one of my titles. Congrats!
Do you want to win too? Just send me an email and subscribe to my newsletter!
See you all in October!
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August 29, 2008 - Friday
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Epic Nightwish Trip Part 2
Current mood:  cooky/wacky
HAHAHA! OK! So as I was typing this out, I had just finished and my cat stepped on the keyboard, ERASING the entire thing! Why is this funny? You'll see when you get to the end of the blog.
So, let's try this again...
You remember my last trip to go see my favorite band Nightwish in Las Vegas? Quick recap- rental car place lost my reservation, could only find a hotel at the opposite end of the strip, completely backwards from where we needed to be, I had a work week from hell, ran over my foot with the vaccuum so it was all purple, got no sleep and basically thought we were never going to make it there in one piece. You remember.
Well, it seems that my infamous luck has decided to strike again. I have no idea what it is about me trying to see this band. I have gone out of town tons of times to see bands play and I have NEVER had this much trouble.
It all started when I purchased my VIP tickets at enterthevault.com. This is supposed to give me a meet and greet with the band and first placement at the show in San Francisco. Well, I started to get a little unnerved when I read all these bad reviews on the Nightwish forum about The Vault and how people weren't getting what they paid for. I was also not very comforted by the paper receipt I had telling me to get my tickets at willcall the day of the show. THESE WERE $80 PEOPLE! I really wanted a little more assurance than a slip of paper so I emailed The Vault and asked them if I could get some kind of paper ticket. All I received in response was, "We don't do that. If you show up on time, you shouldn't have a problem." Nice. So I tried to call the venue and see how early I could come to pick them up, but of course, no one was there. Actually, it seems that no one is EVER there except from like 6-12 on freaking Sunday. So, at this point, all I can do is hope I get there and someone has tickets for me or heads are gonna roll.
Some time passed and it was time to make the hotel reservations. I was in charge of the LA room booking, which I did with little trouble. Mom was in charge of the SF room. Every time we've gone to SF for a concert we've stayed in the same hotel. Well, of course, this time they just happened to be booked. So I had to scour priceline to find this dilapidated hotel where we wouldn't have to pay an arm and a leg and my firstborn child. So, I call Mom back and have her look up the webiste I was on. It was giving her different quotes than it was giving me, which made no sense, and this went on for 20 min before I realized she was trying to book the room for August instead of September. Narrowly escaped that little blunder, but we did and all was well.
More time passes. Time to reserve the rental car. I had called Enterprise four months ago to get a quote from them. They have done the 50% off weekend deal for as long as I can remember. Well, not anymore! And, if that's not enough, the week we're going out of town is the weekned of the air races and every freaking rental car agency in freaking Reno is price gouging for like $100 or more a day. So, no rental car for us. That means we have to take my car, which is basically fine. Good brakes, new back tires. My dad is supposed to tune it up tomorrow so i'm just hoping he puts the spark plugs in right and I can drive it off the driveway. And, my automatic choke started sticking last week so now I have to go get that looked at so we don't end up getting stuck in LA.
There is only one thing giving me hope at this point: Last time we went to see Nightwish, all the chaos and drama that we endured was rewarded by getting to meet Tuomas. So I'm convinced that all of this is just a precursor so I can truly appreciate it when I get to meet him again. Right?
Everybody, cross your fingers and send me some good Tuomas mojo.
Ready...Go!
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August 23, 2008 - Saturday
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The Hats I Wear
Current mood:  silly
In no particular order...
WIFE: clean house, cook dinner, feed cats, feed husband, pick up after husband, laundry, grocery shopping, Star Trek night...The major list of my duties. Although, Star Trek night is really not a duty. Just something I do with my husband that we enjoy. Hm...maybe I should add geek to my list of hats...
WRITER: I have three major projects running right now. One I've been working on for about 11 years and it's about two seconds away from finally being done. The other one I've been working on even longer. The third is a short story that I want to make my number one priority because I'm enjoying it, but the 11 year old manuscript of doom has to come first. If I don't finish the dang thing soon, my head just might explode into bits.
EDITOR: Which can sometimes be the most annoying job on the planet. Especially when you're reading some really famous author's professionally published book in an attempt to do some pleasure reading and you STILL look for errors because it's automatic. Or when you see a sign or an ad and you notice a comma is missing. Or you start to correct your friends and family's grammar when they speak and use words like "that's a contradiction in terms" or "that doesn't make sense. you just spoke in the present tense." Starts to annoy the heck out of your friends and family too, I imagine. It's also aggravating when you spend so much time finding other people's mistakes that you can no longer find your own, and when YOUR editor gives you back your manuscript riddled with corrections, you feel ashamed to even call yourself an editor.
PUBLICIST: An independent author's worst nightmare. Any royalties you make just get sucked back into the black hole of promotion. And if you don't have an outgoing personality, you'd better find one. Also, the word "shameless" becomes your closest companion.
HOUSEKEEPER: Ah yes, my day job! The job that ACTUALLY pays my bills. Much less glamorous than saying I'm a writer. You say "writer" and people might actually conjure up a decent picture. You say "housekeeper" and all people see is you scrubbing toilets in a maid outfit. Well, the maid outfit isn't true, but the rest is. I scrub my share of toilets. Clean up rich people's junk all day, get yelled at by little old ladies, find lovely surprises hidden under things, constantly whack myself in the shin or run over my foot with the vaccum... Whoopdeedo
ROCKSTAR: lol, yeah right. More like "band member in training." That's a much more appropriate description of my job title. After getting suckered in, once again, into singing for my husband's musical project, I now find myself singing a bunch of classic rock music in front of his motley crew of friends. And, since I was trained to sing Broadway songs and choir music, I have a slight bit of difficulty making rock sound... well, like rock. Try to take Sarah Brightman (just an example, here. I sound NOTHING like Sarah Birghtman) and try to make her sound like Joan Jett. I have people yelling at me to sound angrier. You would think that, being that I spend most of my time being in various stages of ticked off, that i could pull that little task off. But it is actually a lot harder than you might think it is.
OBSESSED FAN: See, we can't forget this hat. Because it's important. It's important because, without my status as "obsessed fan" I might actually have money to spend on things like, promotion for my PUBLICIST hat or better equipment for my ROCKSTAR hat, or even food for my WIFE hat. But, you see, that money is instead spent on things like spur of the moment road trips where I follow my favorite band around California on their tour. Or on things like random rock concerts that show up in your town unexpectedly that you HAVE to go see instead of, like, change the oil in your car. I am a music junkie. It's an addiction. What can I say?
Think I'm a busy person? Nah... I left "busy" in the dust a long, long time ago. There has to be a better word... Overworked? Overloaded? Getting my just desserts for taking on too many things because of that stupid phrase Carpe Diem?
Yeah, that's the one.
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August 8, 2008 - Friday
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The Road Less Traveled in PRINT! Pre-Order Now!
Current mood:  excited
Book One in my Serendipity Series, The Road Less Traveled will be available in PRINT on September 22 through Whimsical Publications! Pre-Order your copy today at www.whimsicalpublications.com.
Fiction-Romance
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 284 pages
Release date: Sept 22, 2008
$13.95
ISBN-10: 0-9787738-5-3
ISBN-13: 978-0-9787738-5-4
Book One in the Serendipity Series
Five concert tickets won on a radio contest seem to be the perfect
solution for Alyx to get away from her abusive ex boyfriend and turn
a new page in her life. Quiet, antisocial Maxim is not the sort to
want adventure, but when his brother volunteers him to go on the trip
to the concert with Alyx and her best friend he suddenly finds his
world turned upside down, especially when it comes to the way Alyx
affects him…
Taegen is having trouble dealing with the death of her brother and
finds herself wanting to shut out the world, until she meets a
mysterious stranger who shows her that she can, in fact, still feel
something inside her wounded heart.
Thrown together in a bizarre and hilarious set of circumstances,
these five strangers come to realize the true meaning of friendship,
love and being true to oneself.
"The Road Less Traveled is a story from the heart, delivered
with eloquence, thought, understanding and passion. Each character is written with
such quality and detail, that you can't help but find yourself immersed in their
journey." -Blue City Romance
"The Road Less Traveled was Brilliantly Touching and Funny! I could relate having
taken so many road trips myself. The people you meet along the way will always
stay with you. I know I will never forget these Characters. Brieanna Robertson is a
shining star that truly stands out. Her flare to write about people in their everyday
lives and make you feel apart of it is truly something remarkable. I enjoyed this book
immensely and will be reading it again. " - Sensual Reads and Reviews
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August 4, 2008 - Monday
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August Newsletter
Current mood:  tired
8-4-08
All right, I know, I know. I'm late. I'm sorry, I spent all weekend working on my website, or more like trying not to blow my computer into bits with my frustration and lack of tolerance. Oh, right...And the time I DID have that could have been spent working on my newsletter (or doing my edits for that matter) was instead spent with me laying around various parts of my house with my nose shoved so far into the first two books of the Twilight Series I think my husband thought I was going to try and climb in. So, needless to say, I procrastinated...A LOT.
But I'm here now so let's pump you all full of information for the goings on for the month of August.
PICTURE OF THE MONTH:
Woo hoo! The cast of the Twilight movie! Ok, people who know me know I usually stay as far away from fads as possible, and things that cause a great hoopla among pop culture usually makes me cringe out of sheer principle. But, if you know me, you also know I can be a bit...obsessive. And this series of books is phenomenal. I am salivating in anticipation of the movie. Much to my family's annoyance, I have not been able to remove myself from Stephenie Meyers' world for the past week. If you like vampire and/or paranormal books, check this woman's work out. I promise you won't be disappointed. http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/
NEWS:
*The website has been updated! Yay! And that means all the excerpt links and review links ACTUALLY work now. lol. I also added two new pages. I have a Musical Inspiration page where you can check out and listen to some of the music that has helped inspire my novels. I also have a Character Profiles page so check those out!
* As some of you may know, my print version of The Road Less Traveled was removed because it got contracted by Whimsical Publications and has been going through the editing process- again. The good news is, the release has been set for SEPTEMBER 22! Obviously, if you bought my last print version, I'm not gonna try and make you buy it again. (unless you want to of course :) This version is more professional and definitely more stylish. I'm extremely pleased so, if you don't have the first edition, mark Sept. 22 on your calendars and find out why so many people have said such great things about The Road Less Traveled.
*My fantasy novel, Beyond Wild Imaginings was awarded the Best Book honor by the reviewer at LASR. It was also voted as Best Book Of The Week by readers at LASR. To check out the entire review, go here: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/LASR/0708/BeyondWildImaginings-BR.htm
* Beyond Wild Imaginings also received 4 stars at Manic Readers! Check it out in my reviews section!
*The Serendipity Series has an official logo! For the print version of all the stories, being released through Whimsical Publications, this amazing logo was designed by my awesomely talented friend and cover artist, Anastasia Rabiyah.
Isn't it gorgeous? I love it. And we all know how I feel about wings, too. ;)
* The Muses Three are having a contest!
For the month of August, and to bring summer to a close with a bang, Anastasia Rabiyah, Brieanna Robertson and Dawne Dominique are running an "End Summer with a Bang" Contest. All you have to do is answer one simple question:..:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O />
What was the best / favorite book that you read this summer? (summer months...June to August).
Title your post: MY FAVORITE SUMMER BOOK, and we'll enter any and all who answer into a draw for a summer beach bag filled with goodies. AND one of those goodies is a BEAUTIFUL print book from the infamous author, Anastasia Rabiyah, called Demons and Vampires. Thanks, Ana! Another is a black and cream colored Calvin Klein tank top (med) and matching panty set (retail value $56.00). More details will follow. This contest begins now! Once I get better organized (yes, I can do it, folks) I hope to have a picture of the beach bag and goodies soon, and will post same here.
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July 21, 2008 - Monday
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Beyond Wild Imaginings Voted Book of The Week!
Current mood: excited
 
Beyond Wild Imaginings was voted Best Book of the Week at LASR! Thank you so much to all who voted and helped me to win this!
"Beyond Wild Imaginings taps into the secret fantasies I bet we all had when we were young, but takes it one step further by asking "what if your belief was strong enough to make something happen?" This story is an amazing accomplishment of humor and hope and showcases the incredible power belief and love can have on a person." -LASR
Read the entire review here: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/LASR/0708/BeyondWildImaginings-BR.htm
And if you still haven't read about Garren and his magical world, check it out here: http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/beyond_wild_imaginings.html
Love Happens When You Least Expect It!
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July 19, 2008 - Saturday
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I Need Your Votes! Help Me Make Garren A Celebrity!
Beyond Wild Imaginings is nominated for Book of the Week at Long and Short Reviews. Go here to view the poll and vote:
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/LASR/recentrev.htm
It was nominated after being awarded "Best Book" by the reviewer and beging given this amazing review:
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/LASR/0708/BeyondWildImaginings-BR.htm
Help me make Garren famous! :)
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July 3, 2008 - Thursday
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Wings Are Sexy...Wanna Find Out Why?
Current mood:  creative
Check out these excerpts from my books Beyond Wild Imaginings and Wings and Fire. Both the heroes make wings a very sexy atribute.
Beyond Wild Imaginings
Kelly was seriously contemplating suicide. Actually, she even imagined that having someone shove red hot pokers into her eyeballs would be better than the date she was having to endure. She sighed and braced her head in her hand as she listened to Roger continue to ramble about how fabulous he was. She'd lost real interest somewhere around his description of his Porsche's interior and now his voice only resembled the "whaa whaa whaa" of the adults in the Peanuts cartoons.
She glanced at Garren, who looked just as pained as she felt. He had insisted on coming along. Even though she had told him she would be fine and was only going to appease her sister and get her to uphold her end of the deal, he had informed her that he was her Guardian and was going to go with her whether she liked it or not. Kelly wondered if she had "pushover" written on her forehead. It was the only reason she could come up with for everyone thinking they could boss her around.
Oh well, she didn't mind Garren coming along. At least he was something interesting to look at, and it made her feel good to know that he cared.
"My Panini is enormous!"
Kelly's right eye twitched and it took her a moment to get it under control as her attention snapped back to Roger. "I beg your pardon?" she asked, arching her eyebrows.
He looked up at her and pointed at the grilled sandwich he'd just been delivered.
"My Panini. It's the biggest sandwich I've ever seen." He grinned and arched an arrogant eyebrow. "You see, I only dine at the best restaurants. You definitely get what you pay for."
She sighed and looked down at her plate of pasta. Roger had taken her to an Italian restaurant/bistro. It was upscale and very nice, but she would have enjoyed it a lot more if her companion hadn't been making her stomach turn for the past half hour.
She dipped her fork into her pasta and tried to just focus on how good it looked while Roger launched into another speech about his favorite subject: Himself.
Garren sighed also and put his head in his hand. There was a bowl of olives sitting on the table, different kinds: green, black and burgundy. Garren noticed them and discreetly pulled a few out, lining them up along the edge of the table.
Kelly frowned, but tried not to pay him too much attention.
"So there I was, talking to Marlon Brando and—Ow!"
Kelly's eyes widened as Garren launched one of the olives at Roger's head by flicking it.
Roger scowled. "What the—? Ow!"
Another one of Garren's projectiles hit him directly in the earlobe. Roger looked around in annoyance, and Garren seemed entirely too pleased with himself. He lobbed one more at him.
"Ow!" Roger cried. "Ow! My eye!" He covered his eye and Kelly put her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her giggle. Garren gave a satisfied smirk and sat back in his chair.
"Who was that?" Roger growled, scanning the room. "Who had the audacity to—" His eyes fell on a little boy of maybe ten sitting at the table diagonally across from them. He looked well behaved and was sitting up straight in his seat, eating with his utensils, not his hands. Roger glowered. "You wanna put a leash on your kid, lady?"
Kelly's eyes bulged and the woman at the table stared over at Roger in bewilderment.
"Chuck E. Cheese is not in SoHo!"
Kelly wanted to invert. She put her head down and shielded her eyes with her hand in embarrassment.
"I swear, kids these days," Roger muttered. He adjusted his suit jacket and cracked his neck, then looked back to Kelly. "I'm very sorry about that. Now, where were we? Oh yes. There I was, talking to Marlon Brando—"
"Roger, how do you feel about kids?" she asked him suddenly. She folded her arms on the table and met his gaze, silently fuming over his outburst. It hadn't only been embarrassing; it had been highly uncalled for and downright rude.
He cleared his throat. "Children should be seen and not heard. No child of mine will ever be out of line like that."
She frowned.
He waved his hand. "Kids these days think they run the world. They don't listen to their parents." He snorted. "But, then again, most parents nowadays are completely under qualified. I think that people should have to pass a test for a license before they can have children. I tried to get a bill to pass in Congress, but it never did."
She arched an eyebrow. Was he serious?
"When I have children, I will put them in boarding school as soon as I can. That way they grow up learning valuable things instead of filling their heads with nonsense."
She nodded. "I do agree on the not filling their heads with nonsense thing. Nowadays parents just sit their kids in front of a T.V. and let it be a babysitter."
He frowned. "Well, I don't see anything wrong with that. At least if they're in front of the T.V. they aren't running around like wild Indians."
She blinked. "You don't think children should play? You don't think they should get outside and exercise their creativity?" She couldn't believe his line of logic.
He snorted. "Definitely not. Children spend too much time being fanciful and then they grow up to be ridiculous adults who leech off of society. Children should only be allowed to do practical and useful things. Daydreaming and playing around are not useful or productive."
Kelly opened her mouth to protest, highly insulted, but she didn't get a chance to get any words out. Garren was fuming. He reached out and knocked Roger's glass of wine over, sending the red liquid pouring over the table cloth and onto the man's lap.
Roger jumped back with a shout and Garren stood casually, making his way behind the angry man. He grabbed hold of his tie and wrapped it around Roger's neck, causing his eyes to bulge as he gasped for air and grabbed at his tie.
Kelly's eyes widened and she watched in fascinated horror as Garren let him panic for a moment, then flung him to the ground, where he gasped and flopped around like a fish out of water. Several waiters and waitresses ran over and the other patrons were staring in shock at Roger's display.
Roger pushed away the waiters who were trying to help him and stood with as much dignity as he could muster. He shooed everyone away and glanced back at Kelly looking red and flustered.
"Are you all right?" Kelly asked out of courtesy.
He cleared his throat. "That was the strangest thing…" He dabbed at his winecovered pants with his napkin. I swear someone was choking me." He shook his head.
Kelly slid her glance to Garren and gave him a sly smile. "But no one is here."
Garren's lips quirked, but it was obvious that he was still very much upset with Roger. He was sitting with his arms folded and a black scowl on his face.
Roger cleared his throat again. "Yes, well… Kelly, I find that I've lost my appetite. Allow me to escort you home?"
Kelly looked down at her uneaten pasta. "Yeah, just let me get a to-go box. Are you sure you're all right?" His pallor had gone from red to ashen.
"I'm fine. Just a little uneasy, that's all."
Kelly called a waitress over and got her food put in a box. Then they paid their ticket and headed back outside, where it was raining like crazy. Roger swore as his expensive, dry clean only suit got soaked almost instantly and he continued to mutter as he tramped up the street to where he had parked his car.
"Did he forget you are here?" Garren grumbled, his voice holding more than a little bite to it. "What kind of gentleman takes off and lets his lady get soaking wet?"
She sighed. "Garren, I don't see any gentlemen here."
He gave her a dark frown and his wings erupted from his shoulders with a burst that caused her to jump back and gasp. "I beg to differ," he all but snarled, positioning one ebony wing over her head to protect her from the torrential downpour.
Kelly met his violet eyes, now fiery from temper, and found it difficult to catch her breath. Power resonated off of Garren's body like an aura and she moved closer to the warmth of him. She felt safer and more protected under the feather canopy he provided than anywhere else in the world.
"Kelly!"
She jumped at Roger's sudden exclamation and she turned her attention back to him.
"You plan on standing in the rain all night?"
He was scowling, clearly displeased, and she huffed in irritation as she moved over to his car.
"What kind of lunatic likes standing in the rain?" he grumbled as she got in and shut the door.
She watched Garren lift his wings and take to the sky outside and knew she would see him back at her apartment. She fixed Roger with an icy glare. "One of the lunatics who entertained their creative fantasy as a child," she said with barely concealed malice. "You know, someone who did useless and non-productive things while running around like a wild Indian."
He frowned as he turned the key in the ignition. "Where did that come from?"
She grit her teeth. "Roger, did Rachel tell you anything about me? I know she told you I was a bestselling novelist. How did you think I got to be that? How could I possibly have made a career for myself if I didn't have a ..useless' imagination?" She shook her head. "Why did you even want to go out with me?"
He still looked confused. "Kelly, you are a beautiful woman, and Rachel told me you needed a real man in your life. Someone with stability and a good head on his shoulders to bring you back down to Earth. She said you wanted that."
Kelly thought up several ways to torture and then kill her sister. "Rachel is full of crap," she spat. "I am perfectly happy with my head up in the clouds, and if all I have to look forward to down on Earth is men like you, I'd rather just stay in the clouds. Pull over." She had absolutely had it with this guy.
"What?"
"Did I stutter? Pull over!"
He obliged and she opened her door and climbed out. She didn't care that it was raining. The drops would most likely evaporate on contact with her skin anyway considering how pissed she was.
"Kelly! Get back in the car!" he demanded. "Are you insane?"
"No, I am not insane!" she exclaimed. "Maybe you should ask yourself that question, Mr. Rational and Productive, considering you were the one being choked by the Invisible Man at dinner!" She slammed the car door and pivoted on her heel, striding up the street with more than enough energy to burn off. Okay, technically, Roger had been choked by the Invisible Man, but she was not about to tell him that and ruin a perfectly good insult. It only took Roger a few minutes to discard her and go blazing past her on the road, sending a spray of water right at her.
She gasped as the cold, muddy water splattered all over her green dress, as well as the bare arm and leg on her left side. Unbridled rage filled her, but then mixed with profound sadness and she didn't know what to feel. She was angry over Roger, but saddened that someone could be such a heinous jerk. And knowing that Rachel had been the cause of it didn't help. Was Roger really Rachel's idea of a real man? Did she honestly think that was the kind of person Kelly needed in her life? Why did she always end up getting stepped on, walked over and…doused? Doused in crap. She was sick of it.
"Kelly!" Garren landed in front of her, looking concerned. "Look at you, you're soaking!" He glared down the now empty street. "I could kill that man for what he did."
She shook her head. "It doesn't matter, Garren."
"It does matter!" His voice snapped like the lightning that lit up the sky. "No one should treat you in such a manner! No one!"
She opened her mouth to speak, but he didn't give her a chance. He reached out and pulled her to him, then bent and lifted her into his arms as he took to the sky. She squeezed her eyes shut, her stomach dropping at their quick ascent. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck, loving how warm he was. She almost instantly felt soothed and comforted. She was aware of the storm as they flew, and marveled over how close they were to it, but the lightning didn't frighten her and the thunder sounded beautiful to her ears. It was like Garren wrapped her in a protective bubble where nothing could touch her. I'm not scared… Garren will always protect me. She smiled and looked up at him. His jaw was clenched and he was still scowling. His defense over her warmed her heart in the best kind of way. She reached one hand up and caressed his cheek. She ran her fingers along and down his jaw line, hoping to ease some of the tension. It worked. The harsh lines of his face softened and he met her gaze, his eyes holding a wealth of emotion that she couldn't decipher.
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If you would like to hear more about Garren and his magnificent, ebony wings, check out his story in Beyond Wild Imaginings. Available at www.forbiddenpublications.com and www.fictionwise.com.
Wings and Fire
"Steele!" Falcon shouted at her over his shoulder. "Where have you been?"
"I'm sorry!" she cried back as she fought. "My father knocked me unconscious and locked me in the cellar! I'm pretty sure he was going to kill me!"
"What in the name of all that's sane is going on?"
"I confronted my father about my mother and told Penelope the truth about our heritage." She ducked as an axe hurtled toward her head.
She heard Falcon let out a derisive snort. "I take it things didn't go so well?"
She gave a dry laugh. "Whatever gave you that idea? Where is my father? Have you seen him?"
"No," he muttered with sarcasm. "Forgive me, I've been a little busy."
She smirked. "I bet you wish you had reinforcements at your castle now." She dispatched several persistent men who had been gaining on her. She glanced over her shoulder to see how Falcon was faring. He looked exhausted, and there was no way he could be in every direction at once any more than she could. "Falcon!" she called. "Back to back!" He quickly fought his way toward her and got himself into the formation. At least back to back they would not have to worry about who was sneaking up behind them.
Steele inhaled sharply as Falcon's body aligned with hers. Time seemed to slow, and fire blazed along every place that his body touched. She could feel his heartbeat, could hear it thrumming in her ears. It synchronized itself with hers as if they were one person. She became acutely aware of her breathing, of his breathing, and she felt a strange, surreal calm come over her. Her hands gripped the hilt of her sword and, as if compelled by a power unknown to her, she began to move with swift, fluid grace, dodging and thrusting faster than she ever had in her years of training. She and Falcon moved as if they were one cohesive unit, all flowing elegance and deadly accuracy. They continued that way for an unknown length of time. It could have been seconds. It could have been hours. Steele could no longer tell. All she knew was that, fighting that way, they were the deadliest force she had ever seen.
Suddenly, the blade of a sword slashed its way across Steele's upper thigh. She gasped and let out a yell, shattering the strange connection she and Falcon had been sharing. He called her name and she shook her head, ignoring the searing pain in her leg. "I'm all right!" she shouted back. She glanced around in terror and panic gripped her heart. There was no way they were going to make it out of this alive. The more men they dispatched, more replaced them. "We need to get out of here!" she cried. "Is there somewhere we can hide?"
"You would rather run and hide than fight, madam knight?"
It sounded like he was making a weak attempt at humor, but she didn't find him particularly funny at the moment. "I would rather run and hide when all staying and fighting is going to get me is buried in a shallow grave!" Her arm was aching and starting to get heavy with exertion. She wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for much longer. She had no idea how Falcon was, considering he'd been fighting before she'd arrived.
"I know a place!" he called back to her. "But there's only one way we can get to it. I need you to trust me."
"I do trust you!"
"All right, on my signal, I'm going to throw my sword to you. Take it, then wrap your arms around my neck, and hold on!"
"All right!"
"Ready . . . Now!"
Steele spun and caught his sword just as he shape-shifted into an enormous golden dragon. He took out half the men with a swing of his tail alone and sent the others running in fright. It gave them a small window of opportunity, and Steele wrapped her arms around his neck as he made a powerful leap into the air. His talons dug into the castle wall as he scaled it, sending pieces of stone crumbling to the ground below. She squeezed her eyes shut and held on as he made his way to the top tower.
A shout from below caught her attention long enough for her to open her eyes and see several men launching spears in their direction. She shrieked and buried her face against Falcon's body. She heard one of the projectiles pass by much too close to suit her, and she gasped as she heard Falcon let out a roar of pain. She raised her head to see that one of the spears had lodged itself into his shoulder. She took one of the swords she held and poised it in her hand to throw. She peered down at the only man left holding a spear and got him in her sights, then sent the sword hurtling to the ground like a missile. It found its mark.
Falcon shifted back into his human form right as they reached the tower window, as he was too large to enter as a dragon. Both he and Steele tumbled through the opening and onto the cold stone floor. He got to his feet quickly, let out an enraged scream and yanked the spear out of his shoulder, flinging it to the ground.
"Falcon," Steele murmured, scrambling to her feet and going to him. "Are you all right?" She placed her hand over his, which was holding his wounded shoulder.
He met her eyes and tender warmth emanated from them as he reached up to cup her cheek. "I'm fine." He shook his head. "I can't believe we're still alive."
"We were lucky. Father's army is not made up of trained soldiers. Most of them are enslaved peasants who barely know how to use a sword."
He snorted in disgust. "Innocent men dying . . . For what? One man's bloodlust?"
Steele felt the same shame and sadness his voice held, and she hung her head, wishing she'd been born into any other family. Her father had caused so much pain and suffering.
"Come on," Falcon said suddenly, taking her hand in his. "We have to get to safety." He led her to a door hidden beneath a stairwell and pulled her inside, grabbing one of the torches that illuminated the castle passageways as he did so. That door led to a narrow, spiraling staircase that went downward for a great long while before ending in a room barricaded by a heavy oak door. Falcon slid the bar back and ushered her inside. It had double bars on the inside and he handed Steele the torch while he slid both of them into place.
Steele held up the torch and peered into the dark room. It was small with no windows, and it was sparsely furnished. Lining one wall, however, were supplies, foodstuff, blankets and clothing. She raised her eyebrows. "What is this place?"
Falcon came up behind her and took the torch, making his way around the room to light several more on the walls. "As you know, I was not born into royalty, and though I was named heir, the Ryffsalli royal palace was destroyed by your father. For many years, I lived amongst the refugees on the coast. My family was killed so I lived with the king's advisor, who had also managed to survive. It was he who helped me set up my trade business, which has, in effect, brought me great wealth. In my quest for vengeance, I wanted to move back to the country of Norden. It was, after all, rightly the Ryffsalli's homeland. When I went looking for a place to call my own, I happened upon this castle, which had been vacated by the previous lord. I bought it from him and made it my own. This room used to be a dungeon, but I converted it into a safe room of sorts. For events such as this one. It will take the men a while to find and a long while to break down the door as they will not be able to cart a battering ram all the way down the staircase." He pointed to the wall of supplies. "I have this regularly stocked by my servants. There is food, water, blankets. Even a few weapons." He went over to a pile of blankets and unfolded one, wrapping it around his waist as he was naked from shape-shifting.
"Why didn't you come in here when you knew the army was approaching?" Steele asked.
He turned and fixed her with a primal, deadly look as if he was offended that she'd asked. "I didn't know where you were!" he exclaimed. "Why would I run in here and save my own hide when you were out there and in danger?"
Steele felt her heart soften, and she went to him, placing her hands on his muscled chest. "You could have been killed."
The torchlight reflected in his eyes and made his gaze look feral. "So could you," he all but growled, taking her by the shoulders. "I never want you out of my sight again. Understood?"
She arched an eyebrow and stepped back, putting her hands on her hips. "You may be the appointed royal heir, but the last time I checked, no one had died and made you my commanding officer. I have been a knight for as long as you have been in the revenge business. I know what I'm doing."
He snorted. "Said the woman who was locked in a cellar."
She narrowed her eyes and stabbed her finger at the ground. "Sit down and let me dress your wound," she commanded. "I'm going to have to stitch it."
He obeyed as she went over to the wall of supplies. She grabbed some cloths, needle and thread, something that looked like it might be a salve, and something that, upon closer inspection, she realized was alcohol. She gathered the items and made her way back to Falcon.
"The least you could have done was wake me up and tell me where you were going," he groused. "Instead you left me sleeping and vanished into thin air. I could have gone with you. I could have protected you."
She rolled her eyes. "Said the man with the hole in his shoulder," she grumbled.
He heaved a sigh and reached around to grab the hand that was cleaning his wound. "Steele, for the love of—" He guided her around to face him, then pulled her down onto his lap. "Listen to me. I am a proud man. I do not admit weakness lightly, but I was afraid, all right?" His gaze burned into hers and she saw the sincerity in his eyes. It made her heartbeat falter. So did the way he reached up to cradle her face in both of his hands. "You cannot barrel into my life and obliterate every defense I own in one night, then turn around and go gallivanting off to who knows where and expect me to sit idly by and not care."
His gaze was unnerving and his words made a strange feeling creep into her chest. Looking away, she swallowed and frowned.
"I spent all day worrying about you," he admitted, his voice soft and hypnotizing. He reached up to stroke her hair. "Steele, I have felt nothing but cold, black hatred for so long. Last night, you brought me laughter. You brought me tenderness. You brought me light when my soul has been starving for it for ages." He lifted her chin with his finger so he could look into her eyes. "Do you really expect me to just give that up now that I have it?"
The strange feeling in her chest moved up to coil around her heart and squeezed so tight that she almost choked. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had needed her. Never… No one but the Ryffsalli as a whole, but that gave her little fulfillment. She was one knight in an army of knights. The Ryffsalli needed knights. No one had ever needed her. "I'm sorry, Falcon," she whispered. "I am used to doing things on my own."
He nodded. "I know, so am I. I understand that independence in you, but I did not like and will not stand for another day like today. All I did was worry while your father locked you up so he could kill you."
She arched an eyebrow and gave him a sardonic stare. "And then he sent the army to come annihilate you. Today has not been a good day."
He snickered and shook his head in agreement.
She sighed. "Not many couples I know spend their honeymoon in an old dungeon."
He snorted. "I have no idea how we're going to get out of this. The soldiers will find this place sooner or later. Your father won't give up." His eyes turned stormy, as if he was recalling a horrid memory from long ago.
She placed her palm against his cheek. "I know. We just have to hold them off until reinforcements arrive."
He blinked, and a small remnant of hope came to life in his eyes. "Reinforcements are coming?"
"With any luck. Now let me go so I can finish fixing your shoulder."
He smiled, slipped an arm around her waist, and pulled her up against his chest. He lowered his lips to hers in a slow, deliberate kiss that robbed her of breath and made her dizzy. Her heartbeat stumbled and faltered before it synchronized itself to his. That strange, surreal connection took its hold once again and she could hear the beat of his heart, could feel every breath he took. Her body burned.
"What is that?" she gasped as she pulled her lips away from his.
He met her eyes and shook his head. "I don't know," he whispered. "Something extraordinary."
"Is it that Ryffsalli connection you spoke of before?"
"It has to be." He trailed his fingers down her neck. "I do not know the specifics of it as I have never found my perfect mate, until now."
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Want to read more about Falcon and Steele and their adventures? Check out Wings and Fire at www.amirapress.com or www.fictionwise.com
And, as always,check out my other titles at www.brieannarobertson.com. I have rock stars, road trips, and brooding artists. Take your pick!
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July 1, 2008 - Tuesday
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July Newsletter
Current mood:  blah
7-1-08
Ok, June went by really fast for me! So much so that I didn't even remember to do my newsletter! Hope everyone is doing great and staying cool!
PICTURE OF THE MONTH:
Apparently this is Finland. I wouldn't know, as I've never been to Finland, but I am obsessed with Finnish metal music and a certain Finnish rock star. I also know how to cook Finnish food! lol. I just thought this picture was pretty. I would love to visit there sometime.
NEWS:
* I'm a featured author this month at The Romance Studio! Check it out at www.theromancestudio.com. It's on the home page, down at the bottom. If it's not up there today yet, it'll be up there tomorrow.
*Three books of mine have been floating around the best seller lists at Fictionwise! Wings and Fire from www.amirapress.com and Beyond Wild Imaginings and Dark Masterpiece from www.forbiddenpublications.com. Check them out and find out why people are saying such great things about them! Winged men, shape-shifters and a brooding artist in a Gothic mansion. Choose your favorite! :)
*Wings and Fire receives 5 Stars at Manic Readers!
Steele Arshwyn is a high ranking knight for the Ryffsalli. She returns home for her sister Penelope's wedding to Lord Venegoth. She knows he is tremendously respected by the Ryffsalli and that fellow knights say he is the fiercest warrior to ever take up a sword.
Lord Falcon Venegoth, claims to be a nobleman and businessman. His plans to marry aren't for more wealth, power or allies. It's for his people and for his family. He wants a hostage instead of a wife, so he can regain his people's lands. He is the last surviving heir of the Ryffsalli royal family but not blood related. On his death bed, the king appointed Venegoth as successor.
Brieanna Robertson has done a fine job in writing this book on shape shifters. Steele is a strong skilled warrior who is fearless. Falcon is a handsome, strong, powerful and all dominant male. Even though he ends up married to the wrong sister he finds out later that he has found his mate. The love, bonding emotions and passions are heartfelt. I enjoyed reading Wings of Fire very much but wished it had been longer. I completely recommend it to other readers who enjoy reading about shape shifters.
*Dark Masterpiece receives 4 1/2 Books at The Long and Short of It!
Brieanna Robertson truly does create a dark masterpiece in the character of Traevyn Whitelaw. She gives us a dark, brooding, gorgeous hero in spades. Traevyn Whitelaw, artist and recluse, escapes his torments only when he is absorbed in his painting.
Ms. Robertson's description of the unspeakable pain that comes at the death of one's child and the struggle to keep living a life that has any true meaning in the aftermath reaches out and grips the heart of the reader.
This beautiful, beleaguered man has been a major influence in Evie Austin's life for years even though she has never met him. An artist herself, she feels a special connection with him from the very first time she sees his work. As a budding artist who is in her junior year in college, she still lacks confidence in her own work but her art professor sees her talent and her depth of understanding art. Since he is a friend and former teacher of Traevyn's, he gets him to agree to have Evie as an apprentice for the summer.
She arrives at his house with her "pain-in-the-neck" seventeen-year-old brother in tow. Thus begins the rehabilitation of Traevyn and the blooming of a young woman whose self-esteem is in the cellar to the point that she feels "unbeautiful". Moreover, she feels good about her sketches but is afraid to venture forth with her painting. She masks these misgivings well and refuses to be intimidated by the unpleasant demeanor of the man she has admired for so long. Her plucky, outspoken personality soon overrides the sinister snarls from her host. Before long she is cleaning his isolated Gothic mansion, cooking in his kitchen, reading his books, using his studio, Jacuzzi, terrace, and is even coaxing him out of his sadness and self-imposed isolation.
Ms. Robertson description of the soul-mate relationship that develops between the two is a joy to read. The humanness of her characters makes the reader feel as if they are acquaintances to be admired and loved as they find their way to a full and happy life.
Brianna Robertson's style of writing is a treat to read.
*The Muses Three is throwing a party!
Anastasia Rabiyah is throwing a birthday blowout at our Muses Three yahoo group. Check out these awesome events!
Anastasia Rabiyah is celebrating her birthday all month long with fat excerpts, silly questions and chances for readers to win prize packs and free books. Authors are invited to post designated excerpts on special days. Readers are invites to answer silly question:
July 1: Birthday Suit Excerpts.
All authors and any genre welcome as long as one character in the scene is wearing naught but a birthday suit! Bare it all. Happy Birthday to Me!
Silly Question for Readers: What's the most embarrassing moment when you were caught in your birthday suit?
Prize: Seducing My Husband in PDF format.
July 7: Naughty Excerpt Day.
Make it hot. Make it naughty. All authors | | |
