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Hot Seat with Renea Mason
13 Days of Halloween Edition
I put out some Halloween oriented Petit Fours and some wine. I signal for the tuxedo clad Cabana Men to bring her in. Once she’s settled under the spotlight I get the interview started.
1) Happy Halloween! Will you be dressing up this holiday? Or do you just relax and admire all the costumes?
RM: Happy Halloween to you too! Thanks for having me.
I’m not much for costumes, but I do love admiring how creative people can be.
SI: Me too! And you’re very welcome!
2) Your latest release Symphony of Light and Winter seems like the perfect book to curl up with and read while celebrating Halloween; A lover who comes back from the dead, sexiness, six sex mysterious men with a supernatural secret…. *clears throat* I it hot in here? Moving on, what can you tell us about Cyril, why should he be considered an Ultimate Halloween Hero?
RM: Well… Cyril is the calumniation of all things supernatural. He’s a god-like, sometime sprouts wing like an angel, casts magic like a wizard, has fangs and leads a cabal of sexy otherworldly men.
He believes his existence has in someway sparked the greatest paranormal legends throughout time.
3) Your heroine Linden has a pretty cool gift of reading people. If you had her ability how would you use it during Halloween?
RM: I’m too pretty good at reading people, but just like Linden every now and then I’m thrown for a loop. Halloween is all about wearing the mask, perhaps putting away the lens and simply pretending is the best approach.
SI: That’s an interesting take on it!
4) If you could be any Halloween Femme Fatale: Elvira, the Bride of Frankenstein, A vampire who would you be?
RM: Oooo… That’s a tough one. I think… Morticia Adams from the Adam’s Family. Great family and passionate husband–who could ask for more?
SI: I LOVE Morticia! The Adams family rocks!
5) What would you say are your favorite Halloween treats? Ones you can only get during this time of year.
RM: Anything chocolate – Nestle Crunch, Milk Duds, Rollos
Thank goodness it’s only once per year.
SI: And now I want some chocolate, lol.
6) Werewolf, vampire or other? Who would you say is the Ultimate Halloween Creature of the Night?
RM: I was raised on Anne Rice so vampires are always at the top of the list. There is something so powerful about a creature that can make someone beg for death. The seductive nature of the vampire increases their deadliness.
SI: Vampires were my doorway drug to the paranormal, lol.
7) What would you say is your perfect Halloween night? Costume? Giving out candy or watching scary movies with your honey on the couch, popcorn and wine at hand?
RM: After a night of trick or treating with the kids, a large glass of wine while curled up on the couch while watching “The Shining.”
8) If you were dropped into Linden and Cyril’s world which of the six guys would you pick and why?
RM: I would say Cyril, but his curse would make that impossible. So of the remaining six… Overton. He’s sexy, sophisticated, kind, loyal, but still lethal.
SI: Overton sounds dreamy!
9) What do you have coming up that we can put on our must buy lists.
RM: Set to hit before the holidays, is a short story called The Impostor’s Kiss. It’s about Cyril’s time in seventeenth century Scotland. It can be read as a stand-alone story or as a supplement to the Symphony of Light Series. There are subtle ties to Book Two in the Series, which is tentatively titled Between the Waters. The second novel is still in progress but look for it first or second quarter next year.
SI: So. Can’t. Wait!
10) Please tell us where we can find you on the internet.
Thank you so much for wanting to do this Halloween inspired Hot Seat.
RM: Thank you so much for having me!
SI: Thank you for agreeing!
One woman. Seven men. All bound by one man’s undying devotion.
Fundraiser Linden Hill has a knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.
But ten years after watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous, but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…
Love Paranormal Romance? Some readers have described it as Fifty Shades meets Twilight and the Black Dagger Brotherhood. While others say it reminds them of the Night Huntress or Dark Hunter series’. But most agree it’s unlike any paranormal romance they’ve read. What do you think?
About the author
Renea Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.
When she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.
She is also a founding member of the Coffee Talk Writers. http://coffeetalkwriters.com/
Thank you to all my current and future readers.
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A short excerpt to whet your appetite.
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My amusement was interrupted by the absolute last thing I needed. Cyril. As if being in a room with a bunch of men who wanted me but didn’t know why and hated me for it wasn’t bad enough. In his black custom suit, he radiated power. He pulled at his cuff links as he stopped to survey the room.
Instead of trying to make my escape, I seized an opportunity to antagonize him. I was really starting to enjoy tormenting him.
“Good morning, Grim, it is nice of you to join us.”
“Grim. Ha! She called him Grim.” Rhys clapped his hands as he laughed.
Cyril didn’t acknowledge me or Rhys’s comment. He stood there for a very long time and looked around the room at each man. Nobody met his gaze but me. Cyril’s fists clenched at his side, jaw tight, and face furious.
“I warned all of you,” he addressed the room. He didn’t growl but rather wrapped his words with a subtle menace.
“Leave them alone. You know this is entirely your fault. If you would just think things through, you’d stop fucking everything up. I do have to say, of
all your fuckups, this one is certainly the most impressive and entertaining from my perspective.” I winked at Overton, who managed to glare at me even with his head practically bowed. Why were they so fucking subservient to him?
The next thing I knew, I was yanked from my seat and hoisted onto the counter. Cyril grabbed my ass and pulled me to the edge, forced my legs open, and stepped between them. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head against mine. It wasn’t his voice I heard but rather his mind. It felt like when I talked to myself but somehow I knew it was him. Strange, he had tone and inflection while communicating.
“You need to stop showing off in front of my men. Yes, I fucked up, but do you really want them to give in to their urges? Do you think you can fend them off? I could toss you to them and see how far you get. Is that what you want? Maybe I should let them have their way with you and pull up a chair to watch. I want you to think about something before you start to defy me. I’m the only one who can keep you safe. So it’s best you stop being a smart-ass for five seconds and listen to me. I’m going to do something that will piss you off. I’m warning you now it’s for your own good. You need to go along with it, no matter how angry you are at me. Don’t fight me. I’ll try to fix this but until then, I need to take a few precautions.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. If I thought something, could he hear me? Was this two-way communication? I tried to push him away.
He tightened his grip and his voice was in my head again.
“Stop it! Let me remind you that I have a special connection with these men. Not only can I read their thoughts but I can’t block them. I don’t have to try to receive them. I know exactly what each person in this room, besides you of course, is thinking right now.”
So that’s what Overton meant when he said Cyril had ways of finding out.
“The thoughts that assaulted me when I entered this room would make a porn star blush; every one of their little fantasies featured you.”
The voice growled. “Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and angry. I am. But if you knew the things they were thinking you’d better understand why I need to do what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over there? Let’s just say his tastes run a little dark. Ever spend considerable time naked with your hands bound behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth? He’s picturing you that way, this very instant.”
I stiffened. That didn’t at all appeal to me.
“Thor seems to think that you’d enjoy all of us taking you at the same time.”
And he seemed so quiet and sweet.
“Sinclair wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke, all the while telling you how it’s your entire fault. Rhys is thinking of how you would look sprawled out on the hood of his new sports car, and Overton…”
“NO!” I yelled.
It seemed like a violation of privacy with Overton. Unlike the others, I considered him a friend. I respected him too much.
“See, like it or not, I’m going to tell you what he’s thinking since it pisses me off the most. He thinks I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, to lay my claim. Once he gets past the fantasies of watching me fuck you, which he finds exceptionally arousing…”
There was a momentary pause to the voice and when he started again, he was angry.
“He then knocks on your bedroom door after you run crying from the room. You invite him in and he holds you in his arms while you cry about how I violated and humiliated you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to be your savior. He wants to save you from me. But he knows he can’t.”
I felt the moment he left my head, because a sudden wave of dizziness came over me.
With no more words, he tilted his head and placed his lips against mine. I fought the rigidity that tried to seize my body. I knew it was best to give in. I wouldn’t fight him, but I knew every time he got close, I ran the risk of losing myself. I was still way too angry to just give up.
His lips danced with mine as he nestled himself between my open thighs.
Was Overton right? How far would he take it? If it did go too far, would I be able to stop him? He was such a fucking weakness for me I honestly didn’t think I would.
He was gentle and softly stroked my back as his tongue made love to my mouth. With one hand he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him, and with the other he reached up, cupped my breast, and squeezed hard. His kiss grew frantic and I became caught up in the sensation, forgot where I was, and that I had an audience. He pushed me hard against his erection as he rubbed himself rhythmically against my core. “You are mine. You belong to me. Now say it! Let them all know who you belong to.”
Was he kidding? I hesitated.
He ran his fangs up the side of my neck in warning. He whispered in my ear, “Say it. You need to say it. Let them hear it come from your lips.” His hand drifted from my breast to the hem of my nightgown and pulled up one side so it rested in the crease where my leg met my hip.
Somehow the part of me that knew he was right surfaced, and the stubborn part of me took a momentary vacation. If I was his, they wouldn’t dare defy him. It would keep me safe.
His fingers toyed with the edge of my panties before tugging the fabric to the side to allow him to stroke my moist skin. He positioned himself at the juncture between my legs, allowing my naked flesh to gather friction from his cloth-covered cock.
“Yes, Cyril, I’m yours.”
With that, he struck. His fangs pierced my neck. The second of pain from his bite passed and the pleasure grew, igniting my veins with liquid desire. One arm tightened around me, pulling me harder
against his cock. The other held my head while he sucked harder. Each pull he took was linked to the sensitive place between my legs. He ground his hips into mine and I moaned. The first wave of climax hit, tensing muscles and pushing my breath out in a rush. This was new. He could do this just by biting me?
I shook in his arms as he drank. Tremor after tremor seized me as he took his fill. I was so caught up in the sensation I only vaguely noticed the moans and growls that escaped from behind his teeth. With one final pull, and a thrust of his hips, he finished with a crushing embrace as he removed his teeth from my neck.
“Mine!” he roared. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close. He dipped his head to lick closed the small punctures on my throat.
I threw my head back. My breathing slowed as the cloud that had invaded my head receded.
Son of a bitch! I just came in front of everyone while sitting on the kitchen counter!
I was afraid to open my eyes but when I did, he stared back.
He nuzzled my cheek. “I’m sorry. I only want to protect you. If you’re mine, no one will dare touch you. I needed to lay my claim but I didn’t want to take anything you hadn’t already offered. Since you’ve replenished me before I thought this might be more acceptable.”
I was angrier with myself than him.
He caressed my arms and back. When I mustered enough courage to look around, we were the only
people in the kitchen, with the exception of Overton, who stood in the doorway holding the keys to my car.
Cyril softly lifted my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I end up saying that far too often. But I need you to know, hearing those words from your lips…ah, hell. I can’t even explain it. Perhaps someday, you’ll utter them in truth.”
He placed his forehead against mine, took a deep breath. “Fuck. Maybe Overton is right. Maybe someone should save you from me.”
You guys are so awesome. I have no words. I really don’t. First Dragon Ugly and now Drogan. This means so much to me. I can’t say Thank You enough. Serious, Thank You! You guys are why I keep writing.
Now to get back to writing my first contemporary sports story. More info once I’m done.
Series: Hades Helmet Crew
Excerpt Rating (PG-13),
Series: Hades Helmet Crew
Genre: Sci-Fi/Futuristic, Paranormal, Interracial, BDSM
He commands her body…but can he win her heart?
Who knew one little disc could cause so much trouble? Certainly not Rena, until the disc in question—the one in which she lives out every sexual fantasy she’s ever had, including a few inspired by her crush, Captain Drogan Carter—falls into the wrong hands. Drogan’s.
Rena is desperate to get it back—she can’t let him know all her darkest, dirtiest secrets…
When Drogan finds the disc and watches the very private contents, his first feeling is guilt. But that guilt soon turns to a raw, sexual need to have the wanton, carefree Rena in his bed. He knows she’ll never come to him willingly, but once he gets her, he’ll have plenty of time to win her over, and to prove to her that reality can be so much better than fantasy. But first he needs a plan, a way to get her right where he wants her: at his command.
Captain Drogan Carter groaned inwardly. He tried not to stare at the firm backside of his assistant as she bent over to retrieve a paper. He clenched his teeth and tried to focus on what his second in command was saying, but out of the corner of his eye he watched Rena straighten up and place the paper back on the pile in her arms. She brushed a stray dark-brown tendril of hair out of her face and punched her access code into the security panel.
“So, the mission would be a good idea. We get to recharge our solar panels, fuel up, and buy supplies all at the same time. What do you think? Should we stop at Green-23t?”
Drogan blinked and pulled his attention back to his second in command, Lieutenant Jason Mercy.
“Sounds like a good idea. Have Rena put it on the schedule. We’ll do the run after we stop at Earth in the next few weeks.”
Jason nodded and made his way toward the captain’s private office.
Drogan blew out a breath. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could continue ignoring his attraction to Rena Morrigan. His assistant was driving him crazy. From day one, when he first hired her, he had been attracted to her. Now things were out of control. He couldn’t even smell the scent of jasmine without getting hard. If he thought he heard her voice, he would track down the source just to see if it was her. He found himself taking the long way to his quarters just to catch a glimpse of her.
He was obsessed and there were only two options before him: fuck her and get them both fired, or fire her and then fuck her. Neither option appealed to him. He loved his job as captain of the Venetian S89-class spaceship Hades’ Helmet. He wasn’t about to let some crush jeopardize his career. But his attraction to Rena had become a dangerous distraction. He wasn’t just dreaming or fantasizing about her at night. Now his mind would wander during the day, and he would find himself thinking about all the things he’d like to do to her.
He sighed. Damn it. She was one of the best assistants he had ever had. She put up with all his demands, and if he got even a toe out of line she would straighten him out in no time flat. More than that, she was a person he could confide in, have a laugh and a drink with, and just be himself around. The thought of being without Rena actually scared him.
Drogan looked over to his office and watched the doors slide open. Rena stepped across the threshold, smiling at Jason. Her smile warmed Drogan, even as he frowned. Jason Mercy was known to be one of the lady-killers of the crew. Was he flirting with her? Drogan glowered at the thought that Jason was after Rena. He almost stood up to tell his second in command to back off. Instead, he remained seated and gritted his teeth.
Rena looked up at him, her smile faltering on her lush, full lips.
“Captain, sir. Is something wrong?”
Drogan found himself pleased by her worried tone. “No, no, just tired. Been a long journey.”
“Oh, well, you should get some rest, sir, if you don’t mind me saying.”
He watched her look away shyly. Her concern touched him. His heart expanded in his chest and he grinned. The evil voice of a man who had gone six months with only his hand as a form of release slipped into his mind. He wouldn’t mind getting some rest after fucking her.
Drogan’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw as an image of her curled up naked beside him entered his mind. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some of his control.
“Thank you for your concern, Rena. I will.” His voice was slightly husky from arousal.
Rena looked up at him and blinked, only to nod her head and leave the bridge. Drogan blew out a sigh and tilted his head back, closing his eyes and willing his body to calm down.
“You okay, Captain?” Jason asked.
“Yes, just tired.”
“Go on, Captain. I’ll take over. There’s nothing happening right now. Don’t worry about a thing.”
Drogan opened his eyes and stood up. Nodding to Jason, he left the bridge and headed for his quarters. The ship was silent and still. He loved this time in the voyage. No crew members rushing around bumping into each other. No murmuring through the halls and in the lifts. Just quiet.
He leaned against the back of the elevator and closed his eyes.
“Rena,” he whispered. He groaned aloud as the ache in his groin increased. He needed relief. Two years she had been on the ship, and not once had she given him a sign that she was interested. It was against regulations for crew to become involved, and Rena cared about regulations almost as much as he did.
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Once every ten years Orion is let down from the heavens to explore the mortal world below. On his last sojourn he encountered a woman unlike any he has ever known. Despite their passion and growing emotional connection he had to let her go. Now the time has come for another trip to the mortal plane and this time he wants to be with his woman, the gods be damned.
The question is after ten years and an abrupt good-bye will she still want him?
?Oh, powerful and almighty, Zeus, I beg a word please.? Artemis fought not to roll her eyes as another giggle erupted from the blonde on her father?s lap. A groan followed the laughter and Artemis had to keep from shouting at her father to stop playing with his current flavors of the week and listen to her but she was not a child and she did have manners. Sometimes. Artemis resisted the urge to grit her teeth as the fondling continued this time with his hand caressing the groin of one of his new male servants.
?That?s it,? Artemis muttered before she strode forward, yanked the blonde off of his lap and pushed the man away. ?Both of you, out of the room now,? she growled.
She released the wrist of the woman and watched them scurry out of the room.
?Artie, that wasn?t very nice,? Zeus pouted. He picked up a goblet only to scowl. ?I need more ambrosia. Where is that?oh, yes, you sent him away.?
The god glared at her and she glared right back. She didn?t request that he stop calling her that. Instead she let it pass. For now. ?Father, I must insist that if you care at all for Hera?s, feelings you won?t do this.?
She waved her hand in the air trying to find the words.
?Do what? Enjoy myself?? He got up, leaned over the table and poured himself more ambrosia. Zeus sat back down and looked up at her. His bright blue eyes sparkled with untold mischief. Artemis shook her head. He will never learn. She sighed aloud.
?I didn?t come here to fight. I actually came here to ask a favor. I just don?t think you?d understand.?
Artemis turned to walk away when Zeus called out stopping her. ?Don?t go Artie, come, come sit down next to me, tell me what is you think I won?t understand.?
She sighed and made her way around the table. The only seat next to him was one on a low stool. With great reluctance she sank down to find the seat hard and uncomfortable.
?Talk to me.? Zeus made a rolling motion with his hand as he took a sip from his goblet.
?Um, well, as you know father, I have a great fondness for Orion.?
?Yes, I know. What do you want me to do with him?? He peered at her with intense interest which caused her to squirm a bit.
?I would like to reward him with a second chance at life. I want you to send him back down to Earth.? She watched many emotions flit across his face before his features became serious.
?I can?t do that.? Zeus returned his focus to the banquet laid out on the table before him and began gathering food for his plate.
?What do you mean, can?t?? Artemis demanded.
?He?s a part of the sky, Artie. I can?t just pluck him down from the heavens and make him human again. People would notice. He?s a constellation now. Besides that he has two week vacation coming up. He gets those every ten years. Why can?t he just keep doing those??
?I don?t think that?s enough for him. It?s torture for him to get a taste of a life he can?t truly have. You pluck people off the runways of Milan and street corners of New York. Olympus is now filled with mortals you?ve fancied and yet you can?t give one man another chance at life? You could always give him a new body, just take down his consciousness and put it in the new form,? Artemis pointed out.
?Well, Pygmalion, has just made up some new clay that he?s been dying to try out.? Zeus stroked his beard. ?How about this, he takes his two week vacation and if he chooses to stay, he can.?
Artemis stood up. ?Thank you father. If you?ll excuse me, I?ll send your, erm, company back to you.?