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Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Dancing with a Poker Player

No, that's not a misprint.

A question authors often hear from readers is, “How do you come up with your ideas?” Today, I'm going to talk about the stories behind my two contemporary erotic romances at Ellora's Cave.

The answer for my Quickie, RHYTHM OF LOVE, is ABC's Dancing with the Stars (DWTS). I'm a diehard fan. So now you know something new about me. :-) No, I can't Tango or Salsa. Heck, I have a tough time putting one foot in front of the other sometimes! During the show's season, my schedule is arranged around it. The Latin dances, particularly the Tango, are rhythmic, sensual and just plain HOT! In fact I write all of my…err…steamier scenes to tango music. This wouldn't surprise anyone who knows me because tango music has always been a love of mine. It usually plays in my house, on my computer, in my car--everywhere.

One evening I'm watching DWTS and I thought 'Wow! I want to write a story about tango'. In two weeks the story was written, edited to within an inch of its life and submitted to my editor as part of the Ellora's Cave Dance of Desire theme. She liked it!

What made this unusual for me is RHYTHM OF LOVE is my first contemporary romance. I wanted to try something different. Everything I'd written up to then had been paranormal or fantasy and I needed to do something new and fresh.

Well, a monster was created. I enjoyed writing contemporary so much ACE OF SPADES was born from another favorite show of mine, Poker after Dark (PAD). I've been known to set my alarm to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to see NBC's PAD. I don't play poker, have no desire to play poker, but I am fascinated by the players. The millions of dollars that go through their hands is exciting by itself. Another thing that I see with each player is the camaraderie that they've built over the years, the respect they have for each other. And some of them are just so damn sexy!

RHYTHM OF LOVE is available now at: and here's the blurb:

Carter Gates, amateur Latin ballroom dancer, is ready to make a move on his sexy new assistant. Bree intoxicates him and her lithe body makes it hard to keep his hands to himself. But Carter has one rule--hands off the staff. His body isn't listening.

Bree's no better off. She has a taste for her new boss, one she can't quench. Hiding the fact she's best friends with his dance partner, she slips into a revealing outfit and his arms…just for one night of sexy, hot competition and a highly erotic tango that gives new meaning to “going up in flames”.

Bree's friend has other ideas--she wants to keep Carter for herself. However, after spending a passionate evening in Carter's arms, and his bed, Bree wants more. And she's determined to get it.

ACE OF SPADES is coming soon and here's a blurb:

Ace Spade is a gambler who knows how to handle success and luck--until he meets Rosemary Carino, the new hostess of the gentleman's club he frequents. He has reasons for keeping his business dealings private but his life quickly spins out of control. Roe's sexy and curvaceous body stirs a fire in him he can't extinguish--Ace is consumed with the need to have her in every way possible.

Roe gave up working the pole in topless clubs long ago. Thrust back into the business, she fights to stay out of the clutches of hotter-than-hell Aldan “Ace” Spade. It's not going to be easy. Her body melts around him, aches to know his intimately. Hiding her past from Ace turns out to be much harder than, once again, stripping off her clothes.

So you see, ideas do come from everywhere, and can pop up at anytime. In writing these stories my goal was to give you a glimpse into the world of Latin Ballroom dancing and into the fast paced, high powered life of a professional gambler.

I hope you have a chance to go Dancing with a Poker Player.

J. Hali would much rather be roaming where her fictional big cats live--in the high desert of California--so would her four furfriends. She enjoys spending time with her sisters and friends who willingly listen to her ramblings about the paranormal world of vamps, shifters and anything else that goes bump in the night. She promises to untie them soon!

For more information, you can visit her at

Growl and roar - it's okay to let the beast out. - © J. Hali Steele

Monday, March 29, 2010


The Fun of World Building

Fantasy or paranormal, science fiction or contemporary, historical or… well, you get the idea. No matter the genre, one of the biggest, most awesome things for me is the world building. I don't just mean meeting the characters, hunting for names, etc. I'm talking about mapping (even if it's on a real world map), plotting places and events, going through a timeline--be it real or fictional.

It's why I write. It's why I sit down and type up countless stories in countless lands. It's why I have a terrifying amount of unfinished files in my folders. O.o

But what IS the lure? Why do I love world building so much?

I think part of it is my love of archaeology, to be honest. Ever since I was a kid, I've wanted to do two things: write and be an archaeologist. Yes, Indiana Jones was one of my biggest heroes. So was Poe. And Emily Brontë. And… Need I go on?

At some point, life decided that my passions needed to flip-flop. Writing became my career; archaeology a hobby. My bookshelves (the poor things) can attest to my obsession with history--namely medieval, armor, weapons, warfare, cultures, languages, religions. Looking over at one bookshelf, I can think of thousands of more books I need. Each and every one is key to my world building.

My fantasy worlds are, primarily, fashioned after the Middle Ages. It's a time period I'm intensely interested in, and one I've researched for many years. I get to explore new places--completely of my own design--that have elements of a time I love. Magic, myth, law, dress style, weaponry, warfare, construction--it all coalesces into a world (or worlds) that I become immersed in when I write. Socendor, the world in which The Lost Son takes place, is a prime example of such a place. I've taken bits and pieces of historical and fantastical things I've read over the years and crafted a world of my own--one I know I could spend the rest of my life in and never get bored.

What do World of Warcraft, Spongebob, cooking, writing, and an unnatural addiction to Mountain Dew all have in common?

Not a damn thing, which is what makes Mychael Black an interesting bird indeed.

Born in north Alabama, Mychael now resides in north Mississippi. Having run the gamut of labels in regard to gender and sexuality, Mychael now shuns society's views on normality and embraces a poly-everything attitude. Call Mychael her or him--it doesn't matter. Just keep reading the books.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


It is odd, the way life works out. It is as if things within a child’s life directly impact, if not define, the pathway of their future. As a little girl I always had thoughts in my head, stories if you will, and those thoughts became my friends.

Having been an only child I spent a lot of time talking to the imaginary people I’d created within my mind. Those conversations however, weren’t with invisible people in my life as I carried on a normal day. In fact, my imagination carried me to a far-away land, and usually into the presence of famous people. As a teenager my best friend and I attended separate schools and often wrote lengthy letters (stories) to share with each other about the football jocks or the guys in the local rock band.

When I became an adult however, I realized that the stories were still there, but with greater detail. It was the death of someone very special that helped me realize that those stories which had helped me escape loneliness as a child could do the same as an adult. With a pen in hand I drifted away to a land where my hero was still very much alive, and death could never take him away. As time progressed the need to “let go” of the pain and move forward had me migrating toward the creation of other heroes much like the one I’d lost. It was the beginning of the creation of the Alpha-males from my books. The men bigger than life, stronger than nails but with a soft spot that only one woman ever finds.

Far From Innocent, released in August 2009, is a story about lust, love and knowing the difference between the two. It found its way onto many bestseller lists, which for me was a milestone within itself. It was hard for me to imagine that the public would want to read something I’d written. It wasn’t hard however, to believe that the women of the world love those Alpha-males. It is a given that the plot always changes, but you can always count on me to have those strong men who all contain a small part of the hero I once lost.

Hell Bent, my second novella was co-written with Judith Noelle, a long time friend. The book had a tentative release date in January, but sometimes those things just don’t work out. With any luck it will be available in early March, 2010. The story line is more complicated, involving a stalker, and a strong woman who needed a hero in her life. I’ve actually found that I enjoy writing suspenseful stories involving “bad guys” that need to be stopped. In my writing, however, don’t always depend on the hero to be the one to stop the bad guy, because I think all women have an inner strength that is grossly underrated.

Death and Summer Rain, my third novella has a tentative release date of late March, 2010. This novella has a thriller twist. The lead female witnessed a serial killer disposing of a body. She narrowly escapes with her life, only to find that the complications of having seen the killer were almost as detrimental as having died. With full time guards, and a lead detective that was hot as a firecracker her life flew into a tailspin. The question is, can the firecracker of a detective keep her safe from the man who’d evaded him for months or would she be the next victim?

Will there ever be a time when erotic romance readers don’t want Alpha-males? Well I’m no psychic, but I certainly hope not. I for one can’t imagine life without those characters. Be it a fireman, a karate instructor, or a lumberjack, the world needs Alpha-males.

As women continue to evolve, and become inherently stronger, we may become our own heroes. We may even become the heroes of men. Regardless of what the future holds however, I’m thankful for the release that creating Alpha-males has given me. Through my stories I’ve learned to let go of the past, and to share the love that was so full and vibrant in my own life.

Arlene Knowell lives with her husband T.W. in a small town in North Mississippi. She is a lifelong animal lover and enjoys working with her agility dogs when time permits. Working full time and managing a home leaves little time for hobbies in her life but she somehow finds time to escape her troubles and responsibilities by writing. She loves to travel and hopes that someday she and T.W. can retire and travel extensively. Until then however, the rat race continues, and she learns day by day that it isn’t about who finishes the race first, but rather who stops to appreciate the sunsets along the way.

Monday, March 22, 2010


Seducing the Zodiac

Maybe it’s because I’m a Gemini. As a Twin, I find stories with multiple M’s just a little more fascinating than those with one M and one F. I like those too – and write them. But there’s something about an M/F/M or an M/M/F/M or a story with so many M’s the writer gives up and calls it an extended ménage. They’re so forbidden, so tantalizing, so “OMG how are they going to do that?”

So I got to wondering … does your sign say anything about you sexually? I thought I’d look into this a little more. Believe it or not, I found some answers. Fair warning: you might want to take them with a grain of salt, since they’re from a Taoist pimp who reads charts and owns a zodiac-based escort service.

According to him, each sign is linked to a particular body part. Touch that part, and they’re yours. For instance, with Pisces, it’s all about the feet. For Leo's, try the back. With Virgo’s, go for the stomach. Which sign corresponds to the sex organs? Oh, you naughty Scorpio’s!

Other tidbits from around the zodiac: Aries are the most naïve and, along with the rest of the Fire signs, like to dominate. Cancers are very motherly and rarely become escorts. As a Water sign, their moods shift a lot. Taurus are sensitive and can be clingy. Like the other Earth signs, they need structure and stability. When Leo’s have sex, they like to put on a show. Libras don’t like conflict and have nice butts, which they show off with nice lingerie.

Scorpios are the most sexual sign, but may have hidden sexual problems. To seduce a Sagittarius, listen to them but don’t pry. Capricorns like to be in control and are the most likely to stalk you. Aquarians are charming and like the lead-up to sex more than the act itself. Pisces are the most Goth sign and may have weird sleep patterns. To seduce them, be nice because they can be isolated.

As for Gemini’s … well, Gemini happens to be the only sign this particular expert hasn’t slept with. Why? He says that Gemini’s tend to go for people who know a lot about a subject that interests them. Like all Air signs, we like intellectual stimulation. Apparently the way to our hearts is through our minds.

Hmm, makes you wonder if his lack of success with Gemini’s means he’s not such an expert after all.

So can the zodiac explain my love for ménage stories? Maybe. After all, if Gemini’s like mental stimulation, maybe we like all the complications of a ménage. Maybe that explains why my latest book is an M/F/M about a receptionist and her two naughty bosses. (Talk about complicated!) Then again, maybe not.

Does any of this ring true for you? Does it sound like a load of hooey? Or maybe somewhere in between? I’d love to hear what you think!

Juniper Bell lives with her sweetie in a cabin in Alaska with no running water and a spectacular view of glaciers. She wound up in the frozen north after leaving her career as a stressed-out Los Angeles TV writer. Luckily, her love for writing survived the move. She’s been writing erotic romance for three years. Training the Receptionist, from Samhain Publishing, is her third book. She’s published with Samhain and Liquid Silver Books. Visit her website at, her blog at, friend her on FaceBook or follow her on Twitter.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Overcoming the obstacles to writing erotic fiction

I’ve written for a very long time and in all that time I’ve always written romance be it western, historical, contemp – there’s always been a romantic element. But when I decided to try my hand at writing an erotic novel, I found myself with a rather unusual obstacle.

How do I write something that, frankly, I wasn’t sure my family would accept me writing – while not dying of embarrassment? After much soul searching and question asking, I knuckled under and decided on two things.

1. Erotic fiction is the same as romance – its just steamier, juicier…and after all sex sells.

2. I’m not writing for my friends or family. I write because it’s a part of me – part of my identity.

So with those two thoughts in mind, I began the rather long and often times embarrassing endeavor of writing a novel with more graphic lovemaking in it than I’d ever attempted. I like to think I succeeded…and would love to lengthen the novel – but its too late now hehe.

Was it easy? No, writing The Viscount’s Prize was one of the hardest things I’ve ever chosen to do. Not because of the time period or the plot that underlined the novel…but because for the first time I was exploring a part of my writing that I’ve always kinda stayed away from. I’m glad I did. Writing it put me in touch with another part of my muse, a part that has helped to guide me in my next quest…something that’s beyond anything I’ve ever attempted before.

A long time writer, Patricia lives in British Columbia with her son, husband, cats and fish. She’s currently working on a new project that’s beyond anything she’s ever attempted – a paranormal erotic novella to be put together with another erotic novel for submission as a duology as well as working for an independent press, and another Irish novel.

Monday, March 15, 2010


The Two Month Catch Up

It occurred to me this morning while wearing a mask and doing what I consider the worst job in the house, cleaning the tub, that I’ve come a long way in the last two months. Even a week ago, this tedious and disgusting job would have taken my breath away and left me in need of a nap. Now I’m not writing today to say, “Oh poor me! I’ve been sick since the second week of January.” I’m actually telling you this to get some advice.

What happens and what do you do when the world refuses to stop? I mean, really! The least it could have done was wait for me to get better so I could look at my computer screen without feeling the need to topple over from vertigo. (Sinus infection) Then of course, there was the fact my muse, Betsy, was sick too. She didn’t want to read, write, or converse with anyone. During this time I had a few live chats but I dreaded them more than enjoyed because of the constant blowing of my now raw nose and the torturous coughing which left me weak and, dare I say, pissed off! (Bronchitis & double pneumonia) I don’t believe people outside of the writing world understand what pressure there is on us; the late nights, endless edits, eye strain, finger aches, and the dreaded deadlines. Oh, the deadlines! Most aren’t the kinds that are given with the dates and corrections clearly written out. Nope. We have self-imposed ones that require time management and restrictions on how long you can clean the house after the children have left for school.

But now I’m recovering and ready for Spring. The temperature has risen to a blessed fifty-sixty degrees and the sun is out. This I can not deny; I’m glad Winter is almost over but now I’m playing catch up with two months of work. I guess this is the same for everyone. There isn’t a person that I know which hasn’t had this problem at one time. However, the writing world won’t wait. There are people relying on you to perform for their blogs, edits, reviews, and speeches. Why just yesterday I was a guest speaker at a local high school for over ninety teachers. You can’t sign up for something like that and not be there; what does it say about you and what will those people say to others? A missed opportunity is what it would have been.

As I was saying earlier before I went on my rant, I was cleaning the tub this morning with a mask on because of the bleach smell. While doing this I realized we, as a people, tend to bite off more than we can chew. So how do you manage to keep your home and work moving when life has decided to knock you out? What sure-fire ways are there to keep on top of it all when the pile before you is teetering? I tried doing a little every day, delegated chores out to the children and my ever patient husband. Even went so far as to refuse the fact that I was sick, thinking it would help. I am Super Woman after all! LOL In the end though, I slept and wondered, “How do some people make it look so easy?” and “Gosh, I hope the teenager is still taking regular showers!”

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


Top Ten Reasons Why Immortals Make Good Lovers

Immortal is defined as "…any supernatural being worshipped as controlling some part of the world or some aspect of life or who is the personification of a force."

The immortals in my Tarthian Empire books are definitely the personification of a force -- sensuality. Since I write erotic romance, I'm uniquely qualified to give you ten good reasons why immortals make good lovers.

10. Immortals acquire multiple types of sexual expertise over the centuries. Have you ever read about an immortal who was bad in bed? And not baaad -- plain ole not good. Didn't think so. ;)

9. Immortals have angst. They've been alone for decades, centuries, perhaps even eons. Their battered souls long for refuge, and who better to give it to them than their soul mates? Especially with raw, yet tender sex.

8. Immortals are almost always alphas. Otherwise, how would they have managed to live so long? Some lesser immortal or even worse -- a mortal -- would have killed them off long ago. That take-charge ego translates into power in bed.

7. Immortals don't hesitate to go after what they want. They've learned what's important in life, and when they find a treasure, they seek it now. If an immortal wants you, you will belong to him.

6. Immortals know the importance of cherishing their lovers. Having left behind the life they once knew, an immortal understands the need to feel important to another person. When one is with you, all his attention will be yours.

5. Immortals appreciate quality. You will never get a zircon from an immortal. They always choose diamonds and real gold. Nothing perks you up like roses and diamonds while being served breakfast in bed.

4. Immortals have spent their endless lives creating and building homes for themselves and caring for those they love. They have a sense of place, of belonging, and the need to have a home. An immortal provides security, which builds trust, which in turn builds desire.

3. Immortals use their imagination. They've lived many roles, and they are not intimidated by the idea of pretending. Want him to play big bad warrior? No problem. Chances are, he's really been one.

2. Immortals live in the moment. They are in tune with their bodies and their sensuality. Inhibitions have no place in an immortal's life, and they will help you remove yours.

And finally…

1. Immortals believe that romance lives forever.

I've given you the top ten reasons why; finding one is up to you. May I suggest a source? I promise to give you a complex plot that immerses you in an erotic tale and provides plenty of unexpected action, in settings so real you'll swear you've been there. You can read excerpts and learn more about my immortals at and find out what's new on my Yahoo! Group, Romance Lives Forever. I am also on MySpace, Twitter, and Facebook.

Kayelle Allen is a multipublished romance author whose worldbuilding skills include a broad sweep of ten-thousand years of future history, a feline language, and tradestandard laws for the empire where her books take place. Her writing lures you inside each hero's head and seduces you with what he feels and thinks. She thrusts you into the hero's heart and mind, teases and satisfies you with his sexuality and sensual joys, and drags you onto the roller coaster with him when it plunges into the darkness of things-gone-wrong. When you and the hero get off the ride at the end, it's Kayelle's hope you'll be back in line when the next ride starts.

Monday, March 8, 2010


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One of the fun parts in writing the first book in a series is the world-building. It’s also the hard part – setting up all the rules and details that will colour the world and flesh it out, as well as carry the reader along. Even when you’re dealing with a fictional species like werewolves, it’s crucial to keep everything consistent or you risk losing readers who will notice the mistakes!

In Silver Kiss I’ve set up a lot of different aspects to werewolf/human life – everything from Lupine Studies in school, to anti-werewolf hate groups. I’ve also got smaller details – like the fact that werewolves keep their hair colour when they shift shape. So if you dye your hair pink and green, you’re really going to stand out under that full moon!

Of course, all these little details will continue – and maybe gain significance – in future books, which is why it’s so important to get them right in the first book. You never know what throwaway piece of background information might be the crucial plot point later on.

I’ve got a great contest for everyone. There’s an ebook for a winner at the end of today and everyone who enters now will also be in the running for winning a signed print copy of Silver Kiss drawn at the end of the week. Just answer this simple question in your comment to be entered into both competitions:

Do you like reading about all the minor details that build up a fictional world? Or do you prefer to fill in the gaps yourself?

Follow the SILVER KISS BLOG TOUR ( for more chances to win. Check out the itinerary and join me on the next step of the tour. Tweet about it @queeredfiction and #silverkiss for more entries into the drawings!

Visit the Silver Kiss page at for a reading as Naomi Clark reads from Wolf Strap! (Released in parts over the course of the blog tour!)

Ayla Hammond has come home.

After years as a lone wolf in a self-imposed exile she’s rejoining the pack and trying to mend fences with her parents.

She’s convinced them to accept her girlfriend, but can a lone wolf change her ways?
As if homecoming wasn’t hard enough, Ayla also can’t help getting involved in a missing person case.

With pressure to solve the case mounting from the pack alphas, Ayla is starting to question where her loyalties lie –

and if a return to the pack she left behind is really what she wants.

A former army brat, Naomi is now happily settled in Cambridge, living in a converted cowshed with a tank full of catfish. She has been writing stories ever since she learned to write. A lifelong fascination with dragons, monsters, magic and ghosts eventually lead her to urban fantasy. Her short fiction has appeared in a variety of ezines and she also writes a monthly horoscope column for a local magazine.

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Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Truth Really is Stranger than Fiction

Friends and readers have asked me if writing paranormal stories is hard, if I have trouble making my imaginary world believable and consistent.

That’s a tough question to answer. I wouldn’t want to say it’s easy to keep the details of my worlds straight. My two current series, the Seasons of Sorania Cycle (Phaze) and Duals and Donovans: The Different (Samhain), both rely heavily on sex magic and have witch characters. Keeping the magical systems, special terminologies and invented religions clearly delineated for the two very different worlds (one technologically similar to the Roman Empire, one very like our world, only with magic and shape-shifters) can be tricky.

Believability, though, is another question. Sometimes it’s easier to make a completely imaginary world believable than it is to encompass all the weirdness of real life.

If you pick up a book knowing the heroine’s a witch, or the hero’s a shape-shifter, or the gods themselves may be meddling with the characters’ destiny, you’ve already agreed to enter a world that isn’t the one outside your door. My next Duals and Donovans book, Foxes’ Den (due out in September from Samhain) involves a male witch and a shapeshifting fox dual who work together to save a cursed kitsune, an immortal Japanese fox-spirit who’s an avatar of their deity Trickster. With that set-up, you expect the unexpected and bank on events being more than a little weird, even if it starts out in the very real city of Portland, Oregon.

But if you’re reading a straight contemporary tale, you expect things to be a little closer to your everyday experience. That’s why I find contemporary romance, tales of everyday life writ large, incredibly hard to write. Real life doesn’t operate on consistent rules like I can set up for my imaginary worlds, and real human “heroes and heroines” may be far more unusual and unexpected than any fictional vampire, were-critter or genie. If you picked up a book with a blind hero who’d climbed Mount Everest, you might think it was stretching credibility. Climber Erik Weihenmayer, however, is very real and quite the inspiration. For that matter, so is my blind friend Randy, who isn’t quite up to ascending Everest yet, but is planning an assault on treacherous Mount Washington in New Hampshire as part of a larger charity project. Check out this link if you get a chance and be sure to leave a comment. (If you decide you need to create a blind mountain-climber hero after checking out these sites, be sure to thank me in your credits.)

How about a male specialist in Elizabethan embroidery whose real job is doing classified, scary stuff for a government agency he’s not allowed to specify? Or a burlesque dancer with an Ivy League graduate degree in classical archeology, who reads Latin erotic poetry wearing nothing but a few strategically placed spangles as part of her act? I know ‘em both. (If you’re getting the impression my friends are an eclectic bunch, you’re right.) I’d find a female civil engineer in a historical set during World War II a little hard to swallow except my grandmother was one. All the men kept getting drafted, and one day they realized their office manager was a genius at math and spatial relations.

People seem to be impressed by the “world-building” involved in fantasy or paranormal books, but the real world is far bigger, more complex, and more confusing. Authors who can take that complexity and make it coherent—when real life so rarely is—have my undying respect.

As for me, I’ll stick to my imaginary worlds, where I create the rules of reality! Here’s a taste, from Lions’ Pride (Duals and Donovans: The Different, book 1). Lion dual Jude been drugged by the bad guys and is near death. His wife Elissa and their friend—soon to be lover—Rafe have pulled him into the Otherworld to work some healing magic.

Elissa's lips tasted of green and cinnamon, of life itself burgeoning, and his cock swelled in response. But there was an undertaste, one hauntingly familiar but not right.

Pine and forest smells, like the air around them, amber and male feline musk. For all it didn’t belong around his woman, let alone on his woman’s lips, it went straight to his cock and balls, adding to his desire. He ached sweetly for things he hadn’t known, had barely dared to imagine.

A hand gripped his shoulder, large and heated and firm. Not a threat, but a gift, he sensed. The scent of sage, already on the wind, already on Elissa, grew stronger.

Reluctantly, he turned from Elissa.

Into Rafe’s waiting arms.

Rafe stood, fully human, naked as Jude himself. He was shorter than Jude, but strong, muscled. Perfect copper abs tapered to narrow hips and a cock Jude felt hard against him, but didn’t dare to look at.

Instead, he met the other man’s eyes and saw the cougar, tawny and alert and curious, in the same spot where the human-seeming Rafe stood. The lion responded as he would to a beautiful lioness, or to the lioness the lion perceived Elissa to be despite her human body.

All kinds of questions rambled through his head, too many to ask.

“We’ve found you,” Elissa said. She pressed against him, her arms around his waist, her breasts soft against his back. “We’re going to get you out, my heart. No matter what.”

“Elissa…” He tried to turn, to look into her eyes, to tell her not to risk herself. That he’d be fine—even though he had no idea how he would be, poisoned and imprisoned and in the kind of pain that would eventually break his mind.

Rafe had left his hand resting on Jude’s shoulder as if it was the most natural thing on earth. He placed the other over Elissa’s on Jude’s hip, so his fingertips brushed Jude’s skin, the sensitive low belly, perilously near Jude’s swollen dick.

His cock felt huge, treelike. On fire with need. Wrong, yet so right. Elissa’s cunt was its natural home, but he felt an equal pull toward Rafe’s lush mouth and firm, elegant ass.

The air throbbed with the smell of herbs and pears and pine and fur, of male and female musk. Jude closed his eyes, trying to shut out some of the stimuli, but this was a dream and the sight of Rafe, of Elissa, of the two of them touching him and each other, burned through his eyelids.

“Rafe, what are you doing in my dream?” Jude finally stammered. He’d meant it to sound accusing, but it came out plaintive and eager, as if he’d been yearning for Rafe to be there for so long he’d given up hope.

“This,” Rafe said, and reached up to kiss him.

OK, you can find hot guys kissing in the real world, but I like it even better with all the magical bits.

Teresa Noelle Roberts writes erotic paranormal romances, short erotic fiction, and the occasional fantasy and poem, all only skirting consensual reality. Under the name Sophie Mouette, she and her coauthor write sexy contemporaries with enough strange plot twists, wacky secondary characters and odd pets that they might as well be set in alternate worlds.

When she’s not writing, she can be found growing vegetables and flowers, exploring New England (especially the parts near the water), accumulating yarn and books, and enjoying the company of her husband and cats. Oh, and crunching numbers at a day job, but that’s not very interesting. (under construction, but stop by anyway)

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Monday, March 1, 2010


Kresniks and Vampires

It's fun writing paranormal. I get to create a mystical world with my own rules and crazy magical characters. There is so much to draw on -- mythology and ancient history, fables and fairy tales, ground-breaking books that were so influential they became the canon for all future fantasy/paranormal stories - Lord of the Rings and Dracula come to mind. It can be daunting and a little scary when I decide to break the canon. When I do, I bite my nails hoping the reader doesn't roll their eyes in complete disbelief!

Last Chance is about kresniks and vampires. I'd researched the myth behind the kresniks, and tweaked the information to created my new world of slayers - complete with Elders and ancient families. Kresnik folklore is found among Croatians and Slovenians. The root of the word is 'krat', meaning cross, or the forces of light. Every town or community had a kresnik, its own protector and light bearer. Mine protect the whole world from the undead and not just one city or town.

In the sequel, which I'm now writing, I expanded my imaginary world. My kresniks are from the House of Hawthorn. I've chosen this name because the hawthorn plant wards off vampires. The House is led by the Venerable Elder and four Elders that represent the four directions. My kresniks are also shape shifters - each individual having their own animal totem. Stuart Hamilton's totem is a lynx and his brother, Corbin Hamilton has a fox as his totem. Add in holy islands that can only be traveled by mysterious portals and a seriously smart molecular biologist that loves to play with blood in his lab, and well, it's just the beginning.

Here's an excerpt from Last Chance available at Loose Id.

Can a seriously smart almost-vampire find love with a seriously sexy jock bent on stripping him of his polo shirt and his secret? Born enemies, their need for each other fuels a heated attraction they can't ignore.

Aric Christian is the wildly smart PhD candidate specializing in Molecular Biology. With a willowy body bordering on thin, slight hips, and even slighter waist, Aric's hard muscles and steel strength bends but doesn't break. Long blackish hair dips in his hazel eyes when he's not wearing his rimless glasses. At times, he turns into quite a different creature, and is working desperately to seek a cure.

Stu Hamilton is the wildly popular college wide receiver, and big man on campus. He's tall, broad shouldered, finely tuned and has broad hands, perfect to jump and catch the ball. He's all muscle and grace and blue, blue eyes. Mussed blond hair layered and tapered down to his nape fuels his reputation as the guy who breezes through life. Hidden from his friends is his family's secret - he's from a long line of vampire-slayers. Turning away from that life, he wants nothing to do with blood feuds, men of the dark night and killing.

Then Aric bumps into Stu, or rather his football, and their lives are forever intertwined. Will these born enemies find a way toward love?

Excerpt: Last Chance, Viki Lyn, copyright 2010, Loose Id

“Hey, look out!”

Aric Christian looked up, but not fast enough.


A bullet of pain shot between his eyebrows, and his hands flew to his head. He didn’t catch his fall; instead his body crumpled, his vision blurring, white pages raining down on him. Grumbling under his breath, he found himself on the ground, his ears ringing and his sunglasses half twisted off his face.

As his vision cleared, a blond Apollo came into view holding a…football?

“Hey, are you okay?” A broad hand pressed against his forehead.

Aric looked up, ready to complain, but gaped instead, his mouth flapping like a fish tail. He leaned back on his elbows and groaned.

The god hovering over him pushed down on his shoulder. “Hey, you better lay there for a sec. You really got pinged.”

Pinged? What kind of word is that?

Yet the guy was even more good-looking up close, and he smelled nice. Blond bangs fringed china blue eyes, and his lashes were made even more golden by the sunlight. Concern was evident in the downturn of his well-shaped mouth, a kind expression that made him seem generous.

“Hey, do you know your name? Where you are?”

Aric forced himself to look away from those startling blue eyes. By the look of this guy’s powerfully built physique, he had to be a jock. And even with Aric’s limited experience, he knew jocks weren’t the sharpest pencils in the pack. He liked a guy who had some brains, and this one’s vocabulary told Aric he didn’t have too much going on upstairs. Aric swatted the dude’s hand away, then ripped off his damaged sunglasses and waved them in the guy’s face. Showing anger was better than showing any kind of attraction.

That would be too humiliating. “These cost a fortune.”

That generous mouth now quirked up into a smile, making him appear not the least bit regretful. “Sorry, but you walked right between us.”

“You hit me with your fucking football, and you say it’s my fault?” Aric snapped. Then he gasped, eyeing his lab notes sailing across the glade. His stomach plummeted at the sight of all his hard work flying into oblivion. All his sexual attraction hurtled from his mind as he scrambled to his knees. “My papers!”

Another powerful shove on his shoulder and Aric plopped back down onto the grass.

“Stay put; I’ll get them.”

Aric watched in fascination as the god dodged flying Frisbees and leaped around barking dogs and students reading on the lawn, scooping the papers into his hands. His graceful movements reminded Aric of someone; he’d seen those moves before… Oh fuck! That jock happened to be the big man on campus and a Heisman Trophy candidate.

Stu Hamilton, the university football team’s wide receiver, certainly could move.

Aric stared at the rounded ass flexing so deliciously in snug jeans. A faded black T-shirt barely held in straining biceps and a well-defined chest. All lean, mean, and muscular. His mouth watered at the sight, and a spasm rippled across his groin.

He had one hell of a hard-on.

Not good. No, not good at all.

It had been too long since he had a guy in his bed, and this was too damn embarrassing. Besides, he had enough on his mind without thinking about sex. He pulled out his half-rumpled shirt and covered his bulge.

Aric half crawled toward the grassy area shaded by the overhead palm fronds. He rose and, still wobbly, leaned against the trunk for support. He took in a few deep breaths and tugged down the hem of his shirt. Stu Hamilton would consider him to be on the lowest level of the food chain -- most likely a cockroach. The dude was straight and a magnet for every available bimbo on campus. His reputation with girls was as widespread as his sterling reputation as a football player.

Stu approached, all smiles, holding the pile of Aric’s hard-earned work. Once Stu got close, the heat radiating off that sculpted body enhanced his true scent. Aric’s acute sense of smell dissected the layers of crisp notes: musk and vanilla with undertones of aromatic spice, all hidden beneath a layer of pure male sweat. It bothered him how much detail he could discern with just his nose, something he wouldn’t have been able to do just a few months ago.

“Here you go. I think that’s all of them.”

Aric blinked back to reality.

Stu handed him the unruly pile with a blinding smile. “I’m really sorry. I hope you didn’t lose anything.”

“Just a few brain cells,” Aric grumbled, rubbing the swelling on his forehead, the lump growing bigger by the second.

Stu scratched his head and pointed to the papers. “From the looks of what’s written there, I’d say you can afford to lose a few.” Then he laughed, a clear rumble deep within his chest.

Aric’s cheeks flushed at the sight of that nice, solid chest.

Stu reached out to touch Aric’s forehead. “Wow, looks like you’re going to have one big goose egg.”

Aric flinched. “Don’t… I don’t like to be touched.”

Pulling his hand away, Stu narrowed his eyes but kept his winning smile plastered on his face. “Sorry.” He shrugged but didn’t move away. “I’m Stu, by the way.”

Aric lowered his lashes, avoiding that probing gaze. He tugged at the end of his braid, flipping the tail back and forth. Jocks made him nervous and jumpy and stupid. He’d been bullied enough in high school. The memories of being pinned against his locker by their large, hard bodies, his body reacting to all that muscle and heated anger, came rushing back to him.

“Yeah, I know who you are,” he replied, his voice tight.

Aric tried to sidestep away, but Stu stepped into his space, effectively blocking his way. He held his breath while staring into those too-blue eyes, willing his heart to slow down. But sparks of tension blew apart all thoughts in his head. This guy was standing too close, his size too imposing. Feeling trapped like an animal, he didn’t move a muscle.

Viki Lyn