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Sunday Snippet: 04/13/14

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Fallen Lovers 1: Roman!

Excerpt Rating (PG-13), Tris Convo

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial

ISBN: 9781936751099

Novella

Blurb:

Can a mere woman heal a fallen angel’s wounds?

Author Tristina Deveroux has been dreaming of a man—a tall, dark, sexy man whose nightly visits bring her to a fever pitch. But come morning, she always awakens agitated and unsatisfied—and alone. When her agent suggests a writer’s getaway in Scotland, Tristina can’t resist the chance to gain a little distance, hoping a change of scene will help her escape the dreams…

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He stilled above her, letting out a guttural cry. The room grew brighter. In awe, Tristina observed wings growing out of his back. Large wings, covered in black and silver feathers. He began to glow with an unearthly light.

When he pulled away, the room began to dim. Sadness weighed in his eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

The room rippled, her vision becoming hazy. “No, don’t go yet. Please, don’t go.” Tears slipped down her cheeks as a loud, blaring sound came out of the distance.

Tristina awoke with a start.

Her body hurt. Groaning, she rolled over and winced. She could barely keep her eyes open, she was so exhausted. Like all the other nights since the dreams began, she’d felt as if she’d just had sex. She buried her head in her pillow and let out a soft scream.

“This can’t go on.” Reluctantly she got out of bed and showered. As she prepared breakfast, her thoughts drifted toward the dream. For the first time in months, she had seen his face. Her body trembled as she remembered the blue of his eyes, his carved jaw, the lips that had been kissing her for so long. She groaned, willing the arousal to stop. He felt so familiar and yet was a stranger to her.

At first she thought she had been going crazy; now she just accepted her dream lover as a figment of her sex-starved imagination. Her legs shook just remembering the ways he took her, with the toys and without. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m losing my mind. He doesn’t exist. No man like that could possibly exist.”

Disappointment set in, making the room seem too big. A chill hung in the air. The shrill ring of her phone jarred her from her thoughts. Reaching over, she picked up the cordless receiver and hit talk. “What?”

“Is that how you answer your phone in the morning? What if I were the president or something?”

“Morning, Chell. What’s up?” Tris grabbed her toast, carefully smearing each slice with peanut butter and strawberry jam.

“I’ve booked you for a writer’s vacation. Guess where.”

“The moon?” Tris responded putting one slice on top of the other before taking a bite.

“You are not funny. I booked you a nice little cabin in Scotland.”

“Uh, I’m in deadline hell. I’ve got the final round of edits to get through. I can’t possibly do this.”

“And why not?” Chelley asked indignantly.

“’Cause I’ll want to shop, sightsee, check in with friends. Too much to do. I’ll get frazzled.”

“Tough. I signed you up already. It will be fun. You’ll be all alone with the Scottish countryside for inspiration. You can edit and write.”

“That’s not a vacation,” Tris pointed out.

“That’s why I said a writer’s vacation. Don’t you pay attention? Those dreams you’ve been telling me about have been driving you crazy. Getting out of town with a change of scenery might help you in more ways than one.”

“Okay, fine. When do I leave?” Tris took another bite of her sandwich.

“In a few weeks. You know what to pack. I’ll meet you at your place. I’m emailing you the details right now. Let me know if you don’t get them. My email has been screwing up lately.”

Tris rolled her eyes. “When is it ever running smoothly? Okay, I’ll try to get as much done as possible and pack. Talk to you later.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Also, as your best friend it is my job to find you a man while we’re there.”

“Chell,” Tris whined.

“No complaining. We’re going to find you a man even if it kills me. Tootles.”

Chelley hung up and Tris bowed her head. “I need to buy myself a new best friend.”

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Sunday Snippet: Fallen Lovers: Roman

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Fallen Lovers 1: Roman!  

Excerpt Rating (PG-13), Tris Convo 

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial 

ISBN: 9781936751099 

Novella 

Roman_133x200_72dpiBlurb: 

Can a mere woman heal a fallen angel’s wounds?

Author Tristina Deveroux has been dreaming of a man—a tall, dark, sexy man whose nightly visits bring her to a fever pitch. But come morning, she always awakens agitated and unsatisfied—and alone. When her agent suggests a writer’s getaway in Scotland, Tristina can’t resist the chance to gain a little distance, hoping a change of scene will help her escape the dreams…

 

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He stilled above her, letting out a guttural cry. The room grew brighter. In awe, Tristina observed wings growing out of his back. Large wings, covered in black and silver feathers. He began to glow with an unearthly light.

When he pulled away, the room began to dim. Sadness weighed in his eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

The room rippled, her vision becoming hazy. “No, don’t go yet. Please, don’t go.” Tears slipped down her cheeks as a loud, blaring sound came out of the distance.

Tristina awoke with a start.

Her body hurt. Groaning, she rolled over and winced. She could barely keep her eyes open, she was so exhausted. Like all the other nights since the dreams began, she’d felt as if she’d just had sex. She buried her head in her pillow and let out a soft scream.

“This can’t go on.” Reluctantly she got out of bed and showered. As she prepared breakfast, her thoughts drifted toward the dream. For the first time in months, she had seen his face. Her body trembled as she remembered the blue of his eyes, his carved jaw, the lips that had been kissing her for so long. She groaned, willing the arousal to stop. He felt so familiar and yet was a stranger to her.

At first she thought she had been going crazy; now she just accepted her dream lover as a figment of her sex-starved imagination. Her legs shook just remembering the ways he took her, with the toys and without. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m losing my mind. He doesn’t exist. No man like that could possibly exist.”

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Heroes, Villains and In-Between- Mina Carter

Heroes are always a complex subject, especially in fiction and particularly in romantic fiction. On the surface of it, they seem simple. The hero is the good guy with the perfect moral compass, who always does what’s right and gets the girl. Right?

Yeah, I suppose. But, being honest? That’s the sort of hero who bores me to tears. I don’t like reading them and I sure as eggs is eggs don’t like writing them. A writer has to like his or her hero, and even fall in love with them a little themselves, otherwise how can we do their story any justice or even write a story that is credible?

My heroes are usually deeply conflicted, not perfect, and even sometimes can be considered down-right bastards. But deep within, there is something there that is redeemable. Something about them which is just waiting for the right circumstance, and the right woman to come along to make them shine, or show them the way to being the man they want to be, and of course, the hero I want to write about.

Let me share with you my thoughts on one of my favourite heroes. I make no secret of the fact I am a Jensen Ackles fan. I’ve been hooked since watching him play on Dark Angel with Jessica Alba. But my favourite role of his has to be Dean Winchester.

Like my heroes, on the surface Dean isn’t hero material. He’s rough, violent, has questionable morals when it comes to women (okay, the lad’s got the morals of an alley cat at times) and has a more meaningful link with his car than most people. He’s a liar, a conman and for a good portion of the series’es (how the hell do you make series plural anyway?) he’s wanted for murder.

If we dig a little deeper though, there is something compelling and actually heart-rending about the character. He lost his mother at a very young age, but not young enough that he doesn’t remember her like his brother, and grew up dealing with his Dad’s one-man war against everything that goes bump in the night.

He didn’t have a normal childhood, instead moved from pillar to post as John Winchester hunted, and being responsible for his little brother for large periods of time. Both boys were brought up with the knowledge that the monster under the bed isn’t a story, but is real, and how to kill it in a variety of bloody and brutal ways.

As the story progresses, we see different facets of Dean’s character revealed like little gems. His ability to kill can’t be questioned, and he’d rather take that on himself than let his brother do it and suffer agony over it. He spent time in hell and started the apocalypse, but he fights harder than anyone to put that right.

The sweetest episodes for me are the ones were we see what Dean actually wants. Far from the gung-ho, action-driven lifestyle he has, and which most men would kill for in their dreams, he wants a home and family. He wants to be normal.

However, when the shit hits the fan, and the world is about to end…even though he can’t do anything and the very attempt will probably kill him…he doesn’t back down. He faces down the devil himself to try and save his brother.

Violent, egotistical, arrogant…determined to do right, unbelievably noble and sweet as all hell. That’s why Dean Winchester is one of my favourite heroes.

Coming to Ellora's Cave March 11th

Mina Carter Bio:
Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.

Coming to Summer House Publishing March 28th, 2011

Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A veteran Star Trek RPGer, she’s run both games and groups of games but now finds her home in Bravo Fleet, one of the internet’s oldest Star Trek simm groups.

She juggles being a mum, working full time and writing, tossing another ball in the air with her cover artwork. For Mina, writing time is the wee hours of the morning before anyone wakes up and starts making demands, or any spare minute that can be begged, bought or conned.

Her first stories were penned at age 11, when she used a stationery set meant for Christmas thank you letters to write stories instead. More recently, she wrote for her own amusement and to save on outrageous monthly book bills. Now she’s totally addicted and needs her daily writing fix or heads roll!

Website: http://mina-carter.com/