Thursday, February 26, 2015

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Hawthorn stood before her. Dark hooded eyes, broad shoulders filling up the space, and every bit the male she had seen a few hours ago. A jar of honey in his hand.

"What are you...how could––"

"I find you?" His voice rolled out calm and deep, slipping over her and moistening her panties.

"Yes. Find me." She swallowed. She looked at the jar of honey and back to him. His gaze bore into hers, and she averted her eyes opening the door. "Come in."

He walked over the threshold, his boots thumping softly on the floor. "I have a knack for finding the things I'm after." He grinned.

Cocky bastard. She shut the door and crossed her arms. "And what are you doing here?" Inside, butterflies tossed in her stomach. She wanted him to say he'd come for her but, at the same time, was terrified at the thought of hearing him say it. Her mind jumped from one side to the other. Her hands fisted her shirt where he couldn't see.

"I told you I'd find you." He took one long stride toward her. "We left things a little..." He took another step, and she backed up until she hit the wall. "Steamy." His voice dropped so low she barely heard the last word. Her heart hammered at her ribcage.

"What...ah." She cleared her throat. "What do you want?"

Thorn put his free hand on the wall beside her, and she melted into him. How had he gotten so elfing good at teasing her? "I want you of course," he said, his lips barely above hers.

She could feel the heat blazing off them, and her body arched to kiss him.

Thorn backed away.

Cayenne shook her head, trying to filter out the effect he had on her. Damnit, why did she want him?

"I assume your sister has turned in for the night?" He circled the large area, eyes darting over the sparse space.

"Yes." She moved away from the wall, hoping he wouldn't make her want to retreat back into it and remained a little worried she wanted him to.

"And which one is yours?"

Cayenne pointed to the door to the left. Her hand shook as she pushed it back underneath her arm to keep him from noticing. Partially disgusted with herself, she wondered why she reacted this way. It wasn't like she hadn't slept with him before. But somehow, this seemed different. He knew what he was getting into, she thought she knew what she was getting into, and the air around them crackled with attraction, or maybe just lust.

Thorn didn't wait for her permission. He closed the distance swiftly between them, grabbed her hand, and tugged her toward the bedroom. The door opened to darkness, and when he walked in, it engulfed his large form. She followed. With every step, she not only knew what was coming, but her body slicked in want of him. Flashes of their last sexual encounter after the bar entered her head, and she groaned inward. She hoped she'd forgive herself in the morning.

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Blurb:
Two bounty hunting elves must put aside their attraction when a malevolent fairy comes up for grabs. Cayenne and Hawthorne both need the twenty gold reward, but only one can walk away with it.

Cayenne and Hawthorn go toe to toe as they compete against each other, and their attraction, for a bounty that could solve everything...for one of them. Hawthorn has a gambling debt to pay, and Cayenne wants to provide a real home for her sister.

Heat flares between the two despite their differences, which infuriates Cayenne to no end. Hawthorn wants to wring Cayenne's neck, right after having his way with her. However, his gambling demons come back to haunt them both. The dark drow don't take kindly to having someone welch on their debts. Can Hawthorn get out of trouble with a dark elf before Cayenne and her sister pay the price?



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Friday, February 20, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: Sneak peek

Come on in, have a seat and listen as Miss Torie James gives us a sneak peek at her newest work in her New Camelot Series...

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Mordred Lothian, the male protagonist in my 3rd New Camelot book is the biggest pain in my tush. He wasn't supposed to live past the first book but for some reason, the ladies like him. I don't. *sighs* Fine…I do. He's still a douche though…

Timeless Surrender, Book Three of New Camelot ( please, please, please keep in mind this is still being revised. *dies*)


“Stop being a baby. Let me help you.” Jennie chided, rounding the bathroom doorway and standing stock still as Dred pulled off his bloodied, tattered shirt before tossing it aside. It wasn’t the fact he had a sizable chunk of flesh missing from the seeping bite wound centered on his left hip. It wasn’t the fact that she’d fantasized a thousand times in the last few days about what he looked like under his clothes. She knew he’d be magnificent and she was right. Honed, deadly muscles that flexed and coiled as she drew nearer distracted her for a moment.

But only for a moment. Because the thing that brought actual tears to her eyes were all the old scars and puckered wounds decorating his back; thick and rigid, the skin drawn up in patchwork manner and covering his entire torso as well. She met his ocean blue eyes in the mirror’s reflection, her long fingers reaching out to lightly trace a curving scar along his tailbone, its length unknown as it dipped below the waistband of his jeans.

“Go away, Jenalyn. I don’t need your help. It’s not my first rodeo.” His voice, rugged and sensual made her ache in places she never had felt before. Everything about Mordred either fascinated or annoyed her and she couldn’t say it was necessarily a bad thing. He was arrogant, chauvinistic, demanding and bossy. He underestimated her, provoked her and habitually patronized her.

She liked it, twisted, fucked up ball of yarn that she was.

He hadn’t run off like the other men in her life, no matter how she tried to verbally eviscerate him. He called her on her shit, he stood his ground and took his alpha male stance without wavering.

Again, she touched his back, finding a long, thin jagged scar that went from his nape down to the middle of his back. Ignoring his dismissal, she met his gaze In the glass again.

“Where did you get these? Who did this to you?”

He tensed, she felt his muscles jump but didn’t stop tracing the wound.

“Does it matter, kid? It was another lifetime. Another man.” Shadows danced over his hard, handsome face before he turned to face her, wrapping his hands around her upper forearms as he tried to move her back, out of his way.

Dear Gods, she wanted to give his chest a repeated tongue bath. Despite the grievous wounds blanketing the marbled flesh, it was mouthwatering. The heat from his touch raced through her and she had to bite her own tongue to keep from moaning when the sight of one scar in particular caught her attention. Right over his heart, it looked like someone had tried to cut him open once. It was vicious and angry looking despite the passage of time.

Raising her fingers again she touched it, traced it gently, tenderly. “This one? What happened?”

He dipped his head low, warm breath washing over her ear as his grip on her tightened. “Jennie. Go. Away.” Despite the words, he made no move to release her, she heard his harsh breathing kick up a notch, saw his fangs punch down, peeking from under those lips she knew tasted like almonds.

“Tell me what happened and I’ll bail.” Fuck. She sounded all breathy.

His lips brushed her temple, dipping lower along her right cheek. “I got it because I don’t listen very well at times. I had a rather harsh teacher when I was younger. I admitted a weakness and so an attempt to purge it was called for. Warriors can’t have weaknesses. Let alone the son of Morgan Le Faye.”

Jennie eyes fluttered shut when his warm mouth brushed the outside of hers, hovering.

“W-what was the weakness?” She felt her lower belly constrict, moisture flooding her thighs at just this slight contact with him.

“I confessed my love for someone. So they tried to remove my heart.”

“That’s ah..fucked up.” Jennie trembled when she felt one of Dred’s hands drop and settle on her waist, the fire of his touch burning through the material of her top. “Didn’t work did it?”

“The procedure? No. The lesson? Yeah. It worked.” His mouth brushed hers. “I was only ten years old.”

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

A Taste of Thursday: Bound by Fate WIP

Torie James is with us today, sharing a new WIP called Bound by Fate... Enjoy the tasty.


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I'm still working hard on Bound by Fate, my nod to mythology and a certain Fate. I truly cannot wait to share her story with you all. It's the greatest love story almost never told. *chuckles* Here's Le Peak…


"Tell me."

Soren growled at her command, a thousand sharp and bitter words on the tip of his tongue. It took a great deal of control to not succumb to the vicious need to push her away. When he finally spoke, a dark undercurrent of danger lent credence to each word.

"You don't command me, Goddess." He turned to go but the slight heat of her fingers on his arm stopped him, another low snarl falling in the air between them.

"I'm not commanding you as Goddess. I'm asking you as a friend."

Soren sneered, not making eye contact but rather staring fixedly just over her head. "You aren't my friend either."

The soft gasp that followed had him tensing and it was then he finally met her gaze, damning himself for putting that sheen of misty tears there. Her eyes, normally violet, were light blue with the hurt his words caused and even as his head screamed to leave it be, he couldn't.



"You want to know? Fine..." He closed his eyes for a moment, the rich blend of lavender and vanilla teasing his senses before he opened them once more. Slowly, his left hand dove into the snowy, silky curls of her hair, his palm cupping her head, keeping her from moving.

"I'm jealous of everything that touches you. Your bed sheets that get to touch you as you sleep. The wind when it dances around your body. The water in your bath. The sun when it rises, kissing your lips with light, But do you know what I'm most jealous of, Bit?"

He turned and looked up at the silvery moon, its glorious radiance painting the night with seductive strokes of light. "I'm jealous of the fucking moon. Because it knows all your secrets, it wraps around you at night and holds you. It listens to your dreams and fears and watches you as you drift off. Like now, you're standing here, with me and the moon lights you up and I swear I will never see anything as beautiful as this. As you. Damn you, Cloie. Damn you for showing me this type of radiance and then making sure I would be blind to all else."

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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Paranormal Love : Featuring Torie James



This is the first time I'm joining Paranormal Love Wednesday, which is a weekly meme.


The rules:
Your post can be an excerpt or a quick blurb of your choosing- no more than four paragraphs in length. You must place a link sending people back to this page.
All posts must go live by 6 am EDT/EST- USA time Wednesday Morning.

All this week we have a feature guest- Miss Torie James paranormal romance author:

The following is taken from her WIP: Let's hear from her...

One of my all time favorite movies is The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, starring Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison. Once a year, my mother and I watch it together, it's our "thing".

I've always wanted to write my own ghostly love story but they can be tricky in various ways. I finally bit the bullet though and began work on "Twilight's Fair". It's got a few of my favorite things: Scotland, Hot Ghost Dude and did I mention Scotland?

So, meet my new friend Kinsley, a woman tottering on the brink of defeat.



Voices, however, she'd had enough of and reached for one of the 6 pill bottles on the nightstand, deftly plucking one from the rest. Her auditory hallucinations weren't a result of a psychosis, so there was no actual medicine to treat her. She refused to take anti-psychotics, scared it would do irreparable damage to her already battered brain. She noticed it only flared when she grew irritated or anxious, thus she had grudgingly accepted the doctor's recommendation of Halcion, in its lowest doseage. Sedating her brain activity afforded pockets of relief from hearing things. Thinking things.
What's happened to you, sweetheart?
Uncapping the bottle, she shook out a pill, popped it into her mouth and took a swig from the glass of water Clare had brought her earlier. Well, thank you for asking, Voice in My Head. Let's see. Life. Life happened. I grew up, got a job, made a career, married, divorced. Lost my mom, my mind and my job after I found drugs. Lot of fuzzy time in between in which I did some pretty shameless things to keep my fix going. Woke up one day, decided this was my story and since I was holding the pen, it was time for a rewrite. Got clean, got a new job and got engaged. But instead of planning a wedding, we opted for a funeral after I killed my stepdad. That about sums it up. Oh, and my fiancé dumped me because my face is no longer pleasing to the eye. Anything I left out can be found in the brochure. Grab one on your way out. I'm here all week, try the veal!




Monday, February 16, 2015

Monday Marketing: Brand Recognition and Awareness

Happy Monday one and all! *holds up hand* No. No need to gather a lynch mob because I'm overly exuberant about Mondays. *winks* I happen to just love THIS Monday because its my birthday!! True story! Yep. Turned 21. Again. Twice. Plus 3 add ons. #ThatsMyStoryAndIAmStickingToIt.

Let's talk Brand Recognition and Awareness, shall we?

What is brand recognition?

The extent to which the general public (or an organization's target market) is able to identify a brand by its attributes. Brand recognition is most successful when people can state a brand without being explicitly exposed to the company's name, but rather through visual signifiers like logos, slogans and colors.

Now, that's the business-y term. I'm the polar opposite of business-y. Actually I'm the Queen of Non-Business-y Stuff. For authors it means that we now have an opportunity to address a larger scope of exposure by visual recognition.

Example: 

Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark Hunters Series are easily identified by the symbol she describes in the book, a tattoo of sorts that her characters wear to signify what they are. I've actually been reading one of her books before in public and had people comment on that symbol. Even if they haven't read the books, they are able to associate it with the author.





Google, Microsoft, McDonald's, IBM, Coca-Cola…I'm sure you catch my drift. Their logo's have been brilliant and seeped into the public consciousness.

It’s brilliant if you think about it. And I can definitely toss personal experience into this pot. Before I'd even finished writing my first book, I knew it would grow into a series. I took great care to look at how I could structure visual teasers to entice and perhaps intrigue readers. Please bear in mind that I'm still pretty new at all this but it hasn't failed me yet. And I'm still experimenting with all sorts of ideas, seeing what works, what doesn't and what can be improved upon.

Here's my own infant brand recognition and I'm pleased to say that while falling far short of global domination, I've been getting results.



The Tag Line, "Welcome to New Camelot. Not Everything Remains Myth." has easily become 'recognizable' in terms of grabbing attention. And I'm currently attempting to create my own symbol for this series as well. As I said before, it's slow going but the time is going to pass either way, right?

How to Develop Your Own Brand Name

1. Have a website; post information of interest to your readers.

2. Try to put your email address in your books and offer to answer questions which are not answered by reading the book. In my experience, the flow of questions is quite manageable; and the effort to help your readers in this way is DEEPLY appreciated. Direct contact with the author often results in gaining a repeat customer, or one who will recommend your work early and often to others.

3. When writing articles for blogs, include your byline and the title of one or more of your books. This is great publicity op!!

4. Do bookstore signings, appearances and any event you are able to take part of! Even if only one or two peeps show up, your impact on them will dictate how they remember you.

5. Try to get on radio and TV. Sure, this isn't easy, but I'm not talking about getting on Oprah (we should be so lucky!) Radio and TV require an ENORMOUS amount of content, and this voracious need is never-ending. Sell yourself effectively and perhaps focus on public access stations at first. We all start somewhere.

Your mother told you to be modest? Right. In polite company, but not in this writing business. In this industry, you need to learn to blow your own horn from time to time. It's been a hard lesson for me to learn because it feels like 'bragging' and no one likes a braggart. However, there is a huge difference between being confident in yourself or being conceited. Your books, your brands, your name and your game! So, let's play!



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Thursday, February 12, 2015

A Taste of Thursday: Tempting Clover

Because love is in the air...I bring a taste of Clover's story. Enjoy...



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An angry howl came out behind Clover, and they broke the kiss. She turned to find Malik staring at them with murder in his eyes. His hand came up and Reed flew back from Clover. Idis reached for her and the goblin grabbed the old witch out of thin air, even though he didn't stand anywhere near her, and then slammed her down to the ground, pinning Idis firmly to the dirt. Clover tried to run over and check on her as she saw no movement from the woman, but an invisible force stopped her.

"I told you, little morsel. You belong to me."

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Blurb:

Breaking a goblin's curse is more difficult than Clover thought. Especially when love and nightshade are crucial ingredients.

For two years, Clover has been at a goblin's beck and call. Two years of no orgasms. Until she heard a rumor the sage witch could help her break the goblin's curse. There's only a few minor details, like how would she find love on short notice and how deadly are nightshade berries?

Reed's life was simple—own a bar, walk to work, fight a little. He didn't expect to tangle with a wanton elfess who disappeared on him not once but twice. Let alone save her from a depraved goblin. He'd sworn off women like her for good, so why did he feel the need to protect her?


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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Paranormal Wednesday: Tempting Clover


This is the first time I'm joining Paranormal Love Wednesday, which is a weekly meme.

The rules:
Your post can be an excerpt or a quick blurb of your choosing- no more than four paragraphs in length. You must place a link sending people back to this page.
All posts must go live by 6 am EDT/EST- USA time Wednesday Morning.


I am choosing to post a blurb today- keeping in short and easy from my elf book: Tempting Clover

For two years, Clover has been at a goblin's beck and call. Two years of no orgasms. Until she heard a rumor the sage witch could help her break the goblin's curse. There's only a few minor details, like how would she find love on short notice and how deadly are nightshade berries?

Reed's life was simple—own a bar, walk to work, fight a little. He didn't expect to tangle with a wanton elfess who disappeared on him not once but twice. Let alone save her from a depraved goblin. He'd sworn off women like her for good, so why did he feel the need to protect her?



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Monday, February 9, 2015

Monday Marketing: Getting creative with what's available for authors

Today's post is all about possibilities, those strange beautiful things you don't realize you're missing until you stumble upon them one day and say :What a fabulous idea- why haven't I thought of that before.

Why indeed. I have a theory! It wasn't thought of because sometimes our brains run with the masses. Throw everything into free promoting via facebook- twitter, utter chaos ensues and pretty soon we have author friends and friends of authors and feeds of buy this book or this one's on sale today.

Today I want to flip your thoughts upside down. Let's think out side the small facebook status, the 140 characters for a moment and consider how reach beyond the words and play with creativity instead.

As I scrolled through my facebook I saw something, lost in the lumps of promos, marketing, and drama and what I found blew me a way. Believe it or not it was so simple....a business card. Okay I know well what the hell is so great about a business card? That all depends on what you think you can do with it.

The business card image I came across was from a fellow author who wasn't able to get bookmarks for a good price so improvise seized the day and this author took a business card and made it a smaller version of a book mark. Book image on the front, blurby writing on the back. And it was free!

Moo gives out a free sample pack: 10 business cards: to design anyway you like- use your own images. Free shipping to most places. That's ten possibilities- or endless possibilities depending on what you come up with to help you market your book besides your name, your occupation and your phone number.

I took advantage of this free promo opportunity. I made specialty collector cards. On the front is my favorite book cover of all my books. On the back (because you can pick ten different images for the back of the cards) I put 1 of my handmade drawings of my characters on the backs- effectively giving me two full sets of 5 collectible cards.

So right now you have two ideas for business card use other than a generic business card. Come on let's think out side the box here. I found a post by Writer Unboxed : Unboxed Business Cards : It's worth the read- find out what another author did with business cards in an unconventional way.

1) Use as a smaller version for book marks.
2) make your own collector cards.

let's see what other possibilities could I come up with to help you break the norm...to go outside the comfort zone... to be creative?

3) Use as character cards.
4) Make your own "business card size" deck of cards. They might be a mini version- but possibility nonetheless.

5) Put fan art on the card.

6) Collectible quotes from your books.

7) Small teaser to add to marketing bags at conferences or as part of a prize bag.

8) Design the cards so you could use them as a mini booklet. (a 1 hole punch would be great to ribbon it together for a special promo piece.)

9) Think about what your book is about- what facts could be put on the cards mixed with your cover image? 

10) Make a game out of them, or if it pertains to a theme in your book make flash cards out of them.

11) If you are apart of a small publishing company- get them to use as giftcards for your publisher's site, or your books on the site- something they can only get buy what's printed on the cards.

The main point is to make it unique for your books, make it yours, make readers remember, have fun, and be creative!

~Decadent

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