Archive for September, 2008
Guest Blogging: Joy Nash
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Immortals on Dorchester website
http://www.dorchesterpub.com/Dorch/SpecialFeatures.cfm?ID=2479
Contact Joy: joy@joynash.com
Blurb:
USA Today Bestselling Author Joy Nash returns with another installment in Dorchester Publishing’s Nationally Bestselling multi-author series, IMMORTALS.
Demigod Manann?n mac Lir (Mac) is on the trail of Artemis Black, a stunningly dangerous woman who’s inexplicably able to intertwine life magic with death magic. For the safety of his people, he should destroy the desperate witch?once he learns her darkest secrets.
Readers of paranormal romance and urban fantasy will enjoy this adventure filled with black magic, nasty demons, hot immortals, dark humor, steamy sex, and a heart-thumping descent into a modern version of Dante’s Hell. Available September 30. 2008.
IMMORTALS is a multi-author paranormal romance eight-book series created by authors Jennifer Ashley, Robin T. Popp, and Joy Nash and published by Dorchester Publishing.
The first four interconnected books appeared in 2007 and instantly became USA Today Bestsellers! The series continues in 2008-09 with three more full-length novels and one anthology featuring novellas from all three Immortals authors.
For centuries they have walked among us?vampires, shape-shifters, the Celtic Sidhe, demons, and other magical beings. Their battle to reign supreme is constant, but one force holds them in check, a race of powerful warriors known as the IMMORTALS.
Time and Place: Now, on Earth–but the Earth of Immortals is not the one you know! Magic and magical creatures are commonplace. Humans get cozy with demons, vampires, Sidhe, or werewolves…and many other magical creatures.
Magic: There are two kinds: Life Magic and Death Magic. These eternal forces must exist in balance for humans to thrive. While humans can practice both kinds of magic, magical creatures are aligned with one force or another. On the Life side: Sidhe, Werewolves and other shapeshifters. In service to Death: demons, vampires, Unseelies, and zombies.
The Immortal Warriors: Five big, bad, sexy warrior demigods/brothers (Adrian, Darius, Kalen, Hunter & Tain) have existed since ancient times, created to champion the fledgling human race against the forces of Death Magic. Joining the original five Immortals in books six and seven are Mac, a Celtic demigod, and Nick, a Native American Dream Walker. Book eight brings tales of werewolves, vampires, and ghosts.
Complete IMMORTALS Booklist:
#1 Immortals: The Calling by Jennifer Ashley (5/07)
#2 Immortals: The Darkening by Robin T. Popp (6/07)
#3 Immortals: The Awakening by Joy Nash (8/07)
#4 Immortals: The Gathering by Jennifer Ashley (9/07)
#5 Immortals: The Redeeming by Jennifer Ashley (9/08)
#6 Immortals: The Crossing by Joy Nash (10/08)
#7 Immortals: The Haunting by Joy Nash (11/08)
#8 Immortals: The Reckoning (anthology) by Ashley, Nash, Popp (3/09)
Take the IMMORTALS QUIZ: Which Immortal is your Soul Mate?
http://www.dorchesterpub.com/Dorch/SpecialFeatures.cfm?ID=2480
Immortals: The Crossing Excerpt
Immortal Celtic demigod Manann?n mac Lir rides to the rescue of a fairie village attacked by a mysterious death magic spell?
A gaggle of skinny-arsed fangirls, accompanied by the tall, pasty-faced photog, were camped on the beachhead across the channel from Kalen’s island. How the hell had they tracked him from Inverness? Gritting his teeth, Mac glamoured his way around them and extracted the Norton from its hiding place. He hit the road with a squeal of rubber. Enhancing the cycle’s excellent motor with a high-speed charm, he arrived in the vicinity of Gilraen Ar-Finiel’s village in under an hour.
The little man lay in wait at the edge of a meadow, at a point where the human road ran closest to his village. The instant Mac braked, the faerie darted out from behind a clump of moorgrass, waving his hat frantically.
Mac hopped off the cycle and listened to Gilraen’s impassioned recount of the death magic attack on his village.
“You had no warning?” Mac asked when Gilraen came up for air. “None at all?”
Gilraen twisted his leaf hat in his hands, his gossamer wings drooping down his back. The faerie’s green coat was rumpled, the tip of his short beard had lost its point, and his normally rosy skin had gone several shades toward sallow.
“I swear on sweet Annwyn, Mac Lir, there were nothing. No hint of trouble at all. No scent of death magic. And then…” He swallowed visibly, his Adam’s apple bulging. “The clan started falling ill. ‘Twas slight at first…small pains in the head, minor cramps of the stomach. Then came dizziness, gloom, anger. Elders started fighting; the young ones wouldna stop wailing. But little Tamika–she was too weak even to cry. That’s when we knew ’twas a death spell. Thank the gods ye were close by.”
“About that,” Mac said. “How did you know where I was?”
“Why, your fan blog, of course. MacTracker. Updates daily, it does. Sometimes twice in a day.”
Mac blinked at him. “Your village is online?”
“Aye. We got a satellite uplink last spring, so we could follow your world tour. Yesterday’s post said you’d gone to Kalen’s after that last show in Inverness. Gave road directions and all.”
Bloody hell. That certainly explained the fans camped on the beach. But how had the blogger known?
“I emailed Kalen, of course,” Gilraen went on, “but I know the man never checks his account. So I sent a falcon as well.”
“Smart of you.” Shoving aside the acute annoyance his unrelenting fans engendered, Mac refocused on Gilraen. “How are the young ones doing now? Tamika, especially. Your healer is attending them, I assume.”
“Aye, so she is. The older bairns are recovering, ’tis true. But the wee one…” The leaf hat crumpled, and a single tear tracked down Gilraen’s leathery cheek. “She’s verra bad off, Mac Lir. I fear…I fear she’s dying.”
Mac’s gut clenched. “No. I’ll take her to Annwyn, at once. She’ll heal there.”
Gilraen shook his head. “We’d have brought her to the gates already, if ’twere possible. ‘Tis not. Her heart flutters like hummingbird wings, and her breath is the faintest whisper. She canna be moved.”
“Why didn’t you bring her immediately? As soon as you realized what had happened?”
“By then ’twas already too late. The spell struck that quickly, and caught us unaware. We thought this type of evil finished with, we did. The clan’s seen nary a demon or ogre in over a year.” The lines bracketing Gilraen’s mouth deepened. “Ye assured us it was safe to leave the protection of the city, Mac Lir. We returned to the countryside with high hopes.”
The reproach hit home with a painful strike that made Mac feel like the lowest of worms. He’d spent the last year roaming the world–performing, brooding, grabbing stale pleasures. If he’d been home in the Highlands, alert and looking after his responsibilities, he might have neutralized this threat before it occurred.
The spellcaster had left no trail, Gilraen had said. And yet…Mac frowned, concentrating. Faeries were highly sensitive to magic, but Mac’s senses were infinitely sharper. He inhaled deeply. There was a whiff of spent death magic in the air. The barest trace.
It was a sour stench, like milk left out in the sun. Such rankness was only to be expected, where death magic was concerned. But what took Mac by surprise was the accompanying undercurrent of…sweetness. Like lilacs in springtime. Like laughter. Like life magic.
Now that was exceedingly odd.
For the first time in months, Mac’s curiosity stirred.
“What it is, Mac Lir?” Gilraen’s wings lifted and buzzed. “What do ye sense? Demons? Unseelies?”
“Neither. There’s a residue of death magic, yes, but there are traces of a life magic spell, as well.”
“Death and life magic, cast together? It makes no sense!”
“You’re right. It doesn’t,” Mac murmured. “But both kinds of magic were cast here. And I’m certain there was only one spellcaster.”
“But who?”
“A human, most likely. Very few races other than humans can handle both death and life magic.” But none, to his knowledge, did so simultaneously.
Gilraen gave his beleaguered hat another half-twist. A stray leaf fluttered to the ground. “What human would harm a faerie child? Faeries are good luck for humanfolk.”
True enough. Which only made the situation that much more bizarre. Mac scrubbed a hand over his face, momentarily startled by the scratch of whiskers. Six months earlier, after seven hundred years of not needing a razor, his beard had come in with a vengeance. He still couldn’t get used to it. He felt like a bloody werewolf under the full moon.
The rage bubbling inside him was certainly worthy of a werewolf. What scum of a human would dare harm a faerie infant? He itched to start tracking the villain, but right now, the sick child was his first priority.
“Take me to Tamika, Gilraen. Gods willing, I’ll be able to heal her.”
Gilraen’s wings buzzed. “I hope so, Mac Lir. I hope so.”
* * *
Dear Goddess. She’d gone too far this time. Too, too far.
And now an infant lay dying.
Artemis Black gripped her moonstone pendant, her clenched fist pressing into the hollow at the base of her throat, and held herself very, very still. Bile burned in her throat; the Cadbury chocolate-and-hazelnut bar she’d gulped in lieu of breakfast churned in her stomach. The faerie clan’s life essence, trapped inside the pendant, burned her palm.
Her senses were raw; she could feel every nuance of the energy bound to the stone. The panic and fear of the young ones, the grief and anger of the elders. But those sensations were new, and faint. Far more vivid was the life of the faeries before she’d cast her spell: fellowship and feasting, dances under the moon, the exhilaration of flight.
It was all hers now. Stolen in the most underhanded, shameful way.
Her grip on the stone tightened. Pain sliced through her palm. She did not let go.
She deserved to be hurt. Deserved contempt and loathing. What she was doing was wrong, but she’d never meant it to go this far. Normally, she excluded the young ones from her spells, but today she’d decided to cast her net a little wider. Time was running out, and she’d wanted this to be the last village.
It hadn’t seemed so bad when she started. Faerie life essence was so strong–an embarrassment of magical riches, really. She took so little from each village, relatively speaking. Until now, the effects of her theft had been negligible. A headache here, a pain there. Vague anxiety, soon forgotten. With each magical heist, the moonstone glowed a little brighter–and what, really, had been the cost to the faeries? Nothing. The last six villages hadn’t even known they’d been robbed.
But none of those villages had had an infant.
It hadn’t even occurred to her to look for a baby in this one. Faerie births were extremely rare. The youngest children she’d encountered so far had appeared eight or nine years old; in reality, they had to be fifty human years or more. Never in a million years had she expected this village to have had so recent a birth.
She’d been wrong.
Gods. She’d made a ton of mistakes since she’d come to Scotland, but this one? This one was off the charts.
She could fix it.
But if she did that, she’d need to siphon an equal amount of life essence from another faerie village, very quickly. There was so little time. Just over a day. And faerie settlements were notoriously difficult to find. Clueless American that she was, Artemis hadn’t realized just how difficult until she’d arrived in the Highlands four months ago and started hunting. Sure, she’d been able to map out Scotland’s major ley lines easily enough, but what she hadn’t realized was that faeries preferred to nestle their villages on tributaries of the main power channels, on magical paths as faint and delicate as spider’s silk. Hard to see, easily broken. She’d had to execute some fiendishly complex spellwork in order to reveal them.
It had taken three weeks to locate this last village. She didn’t have three weeks–or three even days–to find another. Tomorrow was Samhain. She had to be ready by sunset. If the next twenty-six precious hours passed and she wasn’t ready…
Her chest squeezed so tightly, she couldn’t breathe. The stone in her fingers burned. Stars danced before her eyes. She stared through the streaked windshield of her rented Vauxhall Corsa, fighting back tears of pure panic.
Would she do even this to attain her goal? Let a baby die? What had she become?
She pried open her fingers. The moonstone glittered, luminous with life. Artemis’s hand began to shake. Breath hissed painfully from her lungs, like air from a tire pierced by a small, sharp blade.
Everything depended on the life essence contained in the moonstone. Everything. But how could she sacrifice an innocent life for her cause?
How could she not?
Praise for Joy Nash’s USA Today Bestselling novel
Immortals: The Awakening (Aug 07)
“Gifted Nash fleshes out the growing threat to the magical and human communities as this thrilling series races towards its conclusion. The power of passion, greed and jealousy provide rich fodder for this story.” ~Romantic Times BOOKreviews
“Fantasy romance done right.” ~All About Romance
“The Awakening by Joy Nash is not to be missed.” ~Romance Reviews Today
“A compelling combination of lovable characters, a strong storyline, old secrets, and more magic then you can shake a spear at? You will not be disappointed.” ~CK2S Kwips and Kritiques
Joy Nash
Urban Fantasy Romance
Dorchester Love Spell
Release: September 30, 2008
New Review: Vampiropolis 2: Discovering Passion
Ehhh! I’m so happy. A new review from Fallen Angels Reviews for Discovering Passion.
http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2008/September/Bella-Vampiropolis_DiscoveringPassion.htm
And here is a look at the book cover for Renato’s Dragon, Fabulous isn’t it? *Big Grin*
Selena
The Sweet, Sexy, Sassy Raffle is Now Live!
Contact: Rochelle Sorzano
Charity Co-Coordinator
2055 Utica Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11234
Phone: 347-221-0260
http://www.treasuretrovecharity.com/
Our Goal for the Sweet, Sassy, and Sexy Raffle is to get at least 5,000 donations at $20 .00 each. We are fully aware of the current financial climate and understand that $20 is a lot to ask of you. What we are asking is that you give in the spirit of giving. The three causes, St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital, The 3 Day. Org (Cure for Cancer) and Save the Quiet Kitty are worthy causes. The whole purpose is to help others, we ask that you take part in this endeavor and help us help others.
Simply Simone Inc and the Pink Chair Dairies Presents the Treasure Trove Charity Raffle, each prize is worth an estimated $400.00 and counting. This idea came about when my friend and co-coordinator Author Selena Illyria approached me with an idea to help fellow author and friend The Quiet Kitty/Camille Anthony who was diagnosed in 1989 with Pulmonary Sarcoidosis, caused by exposure to asbestos while an employee of the State of California. (There is a pending class action lawsuit against the State of California, which has been in Pre-Trial hearings for almost a decade.) Camille is now a full time author with no health insurance. She is in stage four of Pulmonary Sarcoidosis and cannot get health insurance because of this pre-existing condition.
I loved the idea and wanted to help as much as possible; And, I thought we should extend it to include a couple of my other favorite charities. Breast Cancer is a concern for all of us and it will take all of us to help find a cure. In addition, St. Jude, when I first heard the story of how the Hospital came to be it struck a chord with me. Moreover, I always promised myself that if I can ever support them with the wonderful work they do I would.
My very talented friend Selena Illyria came up with the Sweet, Sassy, Sexy Charity Raffle, a nod to the cheeky erotic stories she and fellow authors pen. We thought this would be a fun way to give back to those who are generous enough to donate to our charity. We called on all of our writer friends from all over the romance world to donate to these worthy causes, and to my delight, it just kept growing and growing. Until each trunk is now worth over $400.00 and counting.
You can also help us help others, by donating at www.treasuretrovecharity.com and selecting the trunk of your choice and then clicking the donate button. Each theme will represent a charity and at the end, we will share 60% of all net profits equally to the charities.
Rules: There is unlimited bidding until the time the raffle comes to a closed.
Sweet Trunk :
60% net of the proceeds goes to the above-mentioned charities.
For information: http://www.treasuretrovecharity.com, http://www.simplysimoneinc.com/, http://www.pinkchairdaires.com/ or
Contac: rochelles@simplysimoneinc.com
Phone: 347-221-0260
Can’t Sleep So I’m Blogging
Hello everyone!
Well it’s past one in the morning here and I’m still awake. I took Nyquil and so far nothing except some yawning. *sigh* I’ve been battling a cold the last few days. I’ve gotten better but I’d like to be able to breath through my nose and have the congestion go away soon. *sigh*
A quick note, RT is the Romance Times Convention held every year in a different city. In 09 it’s in Orlando. The convention is a get together for authors of the Romance genre and readers. I went to the 08 convention in Pittsburgh. I had fun and met some wonderful people. *Grin*
Right now, I’m doing edits for Renato’s Dragon. After that it’s looking over line edits for Dravian’s Seer. I have to finish Mudslide and work on Aki’s story. I’m sort of stuck on that one. I know that they get to point B but how to get there from Point A where I’m at, that’s the question. Also, because of the fabu Karen Fox I got inspiration for the second book in the Hades’ Helmet Crew Series. I can’t wait to share that world with you.
As for reading right now, recently I went through a Rogue Angel Marathon. I managed to get up to The Golden Elephant but Faefever by Karen Marie Moning is calling my name. LOL. Barrons, *dreamy sigh* *Gurgle*
On the music front, I’ve been listening to a lot of Slipknot, Anouk and I have fallen in love with the song Bulletproof by Kerli. The song has inspired me for so many stories.
On the blogging front, my brain has been poking me to blog about Oral Foreplay, Sex in Public and Voyeurism. Soooo, I’m leaving it up to you. Which topic do you want me to blog about first?
I’ll add that poll to the front page once I figure out how. LOL.
Okay, back to editing for me. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. I’ll be announcing a contest for the month of October soon, where you can win a PDF download of any Changeling Press Book. Sending Big Hugs all around.
Selena
Plotting and Planning
Thought I was plotting to take over the world didn’t you? Hehehe, this is a question to writers:
Do you plot or plan your stories? Or are you a panster (Thank You Lacey, learned that term from the fabu Lacey Savage)? Do you just write and see where it goes?
Me, about maybe 5% of my stories are planned and plotted, the rest are just seat of your pants. I ask this cause this morning I’m working on Mudslide and if you’re good I may share. Mwhahahaha. Anyway, I’m writing and the characters just took it to a place I never thought of before. It’s like when I was writing A Fling in Vampiropolis and the elevator scene, those that read the book know . . .
Anyway, that scene came out of nowhere. One minute they’re leaving the pub and the next they’re in a elevator and, and, and . . .
Tartan Surprise came about that way, it started off with a sub call and Mary Winter and Ce and then it just went running off around my head . . .
I honestly love when my characters surprise, not always but sometimes. Especially when it comes to sex scenes, it’s like uh, how the hell did that happen? I didn’t know my mind would go there!
So, writers, do you plot and plan or do you fly by the seat of your pants?
Selena
P.S. I just thought of the second title and blurb for the Hades’ Helmet crew series. *Grin* Just waiting to hear back from my editor.
Superhero Crush
So, I’m working on a test newsletter when I decided to add a section called Crush of the Month, my first crush, Batman. So that got me thinking, who is your superhero crush? Batman? Superman? Spiderman? Wolverine? Sound off in the comments section.
Selena
Guest Blogger: Jess Dee
Hi Selena. Hi everyone.
I am just thrilled to be back here (once again.) Thank you, Selena, for having me! So, what am I doing here you ask? Easy. I’m here to talk you about my latest release. It’s short, it’s hot and it is officially available today!
A Question of Trust from The Ménage and More Anthology releases today at Samhain Publishing — http://www.samhainpublishing.com/ The most exciting thing about the anthology (apart from it’s dee-liciously erotic theme) is that it is completed by two other wonderful, sexy, enthralling novellas:
Wicked Garden, by Lorelei James — http://www.loreleijames.com/ and
Nice and Naughty, by Jayne Rylon — http://www.jaynerylon.com/
So wanna hear more about A Question of Trust? Sure thing. Just read on for the blurb and an excerpt.
How do you choose between love and honor?
A Question of Trust
© 2008 Jess Dee
Madeline Jones is having the time of her life with Gabriel Carter, a man who fulfills every one of her sexual fantasies. She’s sure it can’t get any better than this…until Gabe introduces her to his best friend.
When Connor Regan enters the mix, sparks fly. Suddenly Maddie wants more than just Gabe, she wants Connor, too. The two men seem happy to oblige.
But threesomes have a way of getting complicated. Hearts can be broken. Although Gabe and Connor play by a strict set of rules designed to minimize the damage, true love does not always adhere to the guidelines.
Sometimes, to fulfill the dream of having the love of a lifetime, even the most comprehensive codes of honor have to be challenged.
Warning: This book contains spicy sex scenes, uninhibited voyeurism, anal play, m-f-m passion, and a new sandwich recipe.
Enjoy the following steamy excerpt for A Question of Trust:
I’m coming after you, Madeline Jones.
He walked towards Gabe’s room.
I’m coming now.
Anticipation tightened his stomach. Would Maddie invite him in—or slam the door in his face?
He paused outside the room, adjusted his shirt so it covered his aching dick, and then opened the door. The sight that greeted him almost brought him to his knees. It would have sent any other man running, but Connor was not any other man.
Gabe knelt naked on the bed, his head thrown back, his mouth open. Crouched before him, on all fours, was Maddie. Her face was nestled in Gabe’s lap, her head bobbed up and down. Her clothes were scattered on the floor and her bare butt stuck up prettily in the air, facing him.
The scent of sex permeated the air.
Connor’s tortured lungs searched for oxygen. Christ, hadn’t he been able to breathe just a few seconds ago?
Maddie had a perfect backside. Her ass was round and plump. Not skinny or scrawny or muscular, but soft and inviting and feminine. Connor clenched his fists at his side, repressing the need to run his palms over all that womanly flesh. He drew in a shuddery mouthful of air, groaning in frustration when it did not reach his chest.
Gabe lifted his head at the sound and found Connor watching them. Their gazes met and held. Gabe hid nothing. His expression was open, intense, and Connor raised an eyebrow. Gabe smiled the smile of an alpha male. Dominant, triumphant and confident.
Connor returned his grin with equal conviction. Maddie seemed oblivious to his presence.
In a tender move, Gabe scooped up handfuls of Maddie’s hair and bunched it on top of her head, giving Connor the tiniest glimpse of her lips wrapped around Gabe’s dick. Fuck, he’d commit murder just to have that mouth on his cock.
“Is this what you want, baby?” Gabe asked Maddie. “Just you and me in the room together like this?”
Maddie muttered something unintelligible.
Gabe glanced at Connor. “Or would you prefer it if Connor stood behind you, watching as you sucked my cock?”
Her low moan reverberated straight through to Connor’s spine. Maddie shifted, then squeezed her legs together and moaned again.
“Thinking of Connor watching us makes you wet, baby.” Gabe’s eyes glinted. “Doesn’t it?”
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If you liked the look of the book, you can get your own copy at:
http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/a-question-of-trust
Wicked Garden, by Lorelei James is available at:
http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/wicked-garden
And Nice and Naughty, by Jayne Rylon is available at:
http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/nice-and-naughty
Please don’t by shy to drop by my website:
or my blog:
Jess
Artistic Musings: Ann Vremont
Artistic Musings: Ann Vremont
Bio and Links:
Author and artist Ann Vremont is a subversive, fractious child closing in on her fourth decade. She claims not to say half of what she thinks or think half of what she says. She’s been married over half her life and is a newly minted empty nester. She’s a licensed professional dillhole in at least one U..S. jurisdiction and doesn’t have much of a pension plan so please go buy all of her books, which you can learn about on her website at http://www.annvremont.com/.
Q&A:
1) When did you know you wanted to be a Graphic Artist? I’ve always been attracted to the process of creating a visual product (particularly that done by hand) but for the longest time did not think I had sufficient talent. Photography was too expensive, and so my creative streak was pushed into writing. In 2003/04, I was forced to come up with some fixes for a marketing product for my employer and got my first copy of photoshop. From there, it escalated to 3D computer graphics and now that I have finally learned enough patience and self-forgiveness, into sketching.
2) How long does it take you to do a (design, book cover, website)? Anywhere from 30 minutes to a month. It depends on how difficult the subject matter/concept/characters are to represent visually.
3) Where do you get your inspiration from? Everywhere and I would think this is true of all artists, visual or otherwise. Everything is fodder for a creative personality.
4) Any tips for aspiring Graphic Artists? Stop thinking you “can’t,” learn patience and dedicate yourself to objective quality for your field.
5) How do you calculate your price for one of your (figures, book covers, websites)? I rarely do work for someone else and so far I charge under market because taking creative direction from someone else is still a learning experience for me. There have been times that I sold a piece for $40 and it took 20+ hours to do. There are other times I sold something for $50 and it took 30 minutes to do. Now I try to figure on a range that, after costs, will earn about $20 an hour. So being able to figure out how long an image will take you to do based on the specs you’re given becomes absolutely crucial.
6) What is your favorite (book cover, figure, website) that you’ve created? It really depends on the day, but I’ll answer with one that is relatively safe and accessible from an interpretive POV – it is titled “No Mouth” and is a play on the Harlan Ellison short story of “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream.” Readers can see the image here (http://www.visualsnark.com/images/nomouth_museum.jpg) and learn more about the story, if they haven’t already read it, here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Have_No_Mouth,_and_I_Must_Scream)
7) Is there a place other than your website, where we can view your work? Most of the work I post on my website is double posted someplace else, but my Renderosity gallery is at http://www.renderosity.com/mod/gallery/browse.php?user_id=156927 (people have to have a free membership to Renderosity to view gallery images, however).
9) Silly Time, what would a lion, elephant, zebra, penguin and snake look like smooshed together to create one animal and what would you call this new creature? I would call it “Mommy!” and it would look like this: [PICTURE ATTACHED ALSO AVAILABLE ON ANNVREMONT.COM/IMAGES/ANNVREMONTSMOMMY.JPG]
I know there a few programs that an Artist uses to create their work, such as Daz or Photoshop, what do you use? I primarily use Poser 7 (started in P5), photoshop 7 or elements (depending on the machine I’m working on) and Vue 6 Pro. I’m hopeful I’ll be able to add a few higher end programs like Cinema 4D at the beginning of 09.
10) Anything you want to say or add? Anything you want to ask me? And for the record, yes I am crazy so you can’t ask that. LOL – Just thanks (!) for providing a spotlight for artists 
If you are also an author, please include a blurb of your latest work as well as buy link and excerpt.
Coyote’s Woman (http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=979) is a contemporary shifter erotic romance set along the U.S./Mexico border. It releases from Changeling Press September 5!
About the story -
Lucy Suther is a bartered woman who hates the sight of dust rising up on the road into the Double Nought Ranch. It accompanied her on her bound arrival and bore silent witness to her marriage to a smuggler of flesh and drugs. Now her husband is two months missing and hoped dead, she’s trapped on the remote ranch, and the coyote that killed off her chickens is growing bolder. So, when a sexy stranger claiming to be her brother-in-law drives in on a cloud of dust, she has to wonder — will trusting him earn her a way off the Double Nought or an express ride to a moonlit grave?
About the excerpt -
The story features 2 POVs — Lucy in First Person and Shane in Third Person (and usually when he is in or near his shifter form). I’m not sure how people will take to reading those two disparate POVs (they are seldom mixed) but I thought it worked best for the story. The excerpt is in Shane’s POV. Hope you enjoy and that you find, like I did, that Shane is one of those men that can make a girl go “Woof!”
Now, without further delay — the excerpt
The first night home was hell. Shane felt himself being pulled in two directions. In the next room was the woman, Lucy. The desert sun had lightened her dark hair with coppery highlights while it had baked her skin brown. He could smell the warm spice of her skin, the moist earth of her brown-black hair, the aroma deepening as his thoughts traveled down to the V of her thighs. His tongue thickened, yearning for a taste of her skin, the sweat along her stomach and thighs, the cream buried between them. The heat of her body and the sound of restless shifting within her bed drew him naked to lean against the wall, to imagine entering her room and playing out every fantasy he’d had in the last six months of watching her from afar.
But at the back of his neck, he could feel the pull of the moon. Selene, Diana, Luna — his many-named goddess was outside, naked, pale-skinned and spilling her light across the desert floor. She called, stroked her cold white fingers down his spine while she whispered promises of fresh blood in his ear. She was at her fullest tonight, tugging at him to come out and play..
One call or the other — Lucy or the moon — his body demanded he answer. Shane felt the prickle of coarsening hair along his back and stomach. He ran his hand along the wall that divided him from the woman, his nails lengthening to mar the plaster. He wanted her. A lick, a taste. A moan, a scream. He called her name, low in his throat so she wouldn’t waken.
Lucy.
The change in him was coming hard and fast. The need to possess the woman warred with the need to run wild and overwhelmed his control. Leaping onto the bed, he threw the window open and jumped. Four legs hit the ground in quick succession. Turning back to the house, he nosed beneath Lucy’s window, listening again to the sounds of her sleeping.
Shane paced along the wall; energy bristled through his coat. She was Theo’s woman, but Theo was dead. He’d killed him two months back. Pack law gave him the right to keep the fruits of that kill.. The ranch and house that had been half his by birth were now his by blood..
And the woman — above all else, the woman was his.
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Selena