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Sunday, June 26, 2016

A Flash of Light -Snippet Sunday

It's Snippet Sunday, a Weekend Writing Warriors' blog hop!

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Since I got most of the prep done for July's Chillin' in Summer blog tour, I was able to log some actual writing hours!! Yay. I'm working on Sons of Herne 5, Feillor: God of Lammas.

Last time, Feillor, god of the harvest, was being harassed by his aide while trying to bring in the first sheaves of harvest. The aide expressed concern that Feillor is next on the list for the Fates' ploy of getting the sabbat gods to fall in love. We ended with: “Enough of this, Shango. I have no plans to leave the realm or my calling. And for someone so insistent upon me fulfilling my sabbat duties, I should think you would not want to continue interrupting my task.”

We pick up a few sentences later, after he succeeded in getting rid of his worried aide...

The thought of joining himself to a human outside of ritual necessity was a ludicrous notion—and Feillor had more pressing concerns than the unlikely prospect of being swept away by the wave of passion that had claimed his sabbat brothers. For all its unexpected side effects, the year of the Thousand Seasons had brought forth a bountiful harvest that, with the proper observance and thanks, might last through several seasons to come.

He lifted the scythe from his shoulder and pointed it straight upward. While not the sacred sabbat artifact, he considered the blade a holy implement, that which would cut the first sheaves of harvest.

“Sha-do ram, yo shai a lara Lammas,” he chanted up to the sky. “The god of Lammas comes with his scythe to reap and give thanks for the first of this year’s harvest.”

A flash of light appeared just in front of the swing of his blade, and he pulled back just in time to narrowly miss the large object that had appeared in his path.

Feillor took a staggering step backward, thrown off balance by the last-minute change of course. A human woman-naked, no less-had come out of thin air, kneeling before him with her hands outstretched until she saw his blade coming for her. She gasped and ducked, then threw herself prostrate on the ground.

What do you think?

SHAMELESS PLEA

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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Prologues: Friend or Foe?

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On Select Wednesdays, I post tips and strategies for writers.

PROLOGUES: FRIEND OR FOE?
by J. Rose Allister

I recently commented on Jerri Aubry's blog post about whether or not prologues are a good idea (you can check it out HERE). I have very specific views about prologues that have been honed by writing workshops, experience, and my time as both a reader and a submissions editor. As I clicked the "submit" button on my comment, it occurred to me that this topic definitely warranted a post of my own.

Not always, but quite often, those who are for and against prologues can be grouped into two categories: readers and writers.

Writers will often say, "Prologues are essential for giving information!"

Readers will often say, "Prologues aren't important."

So who's right?

Both.

This post will cover why.

PROLOGUE AS A FOE

Think about the last time you saw a prologue in a book you didn't write. Did you skim it? Read the first sentence and skip the rest entirely? Or did you cling to every word as though it held the key to the entire tale?

Quite often, prologues are ignored. Readers want to get to the meat of a story, and many instinctively know a fact that writers often miss: the prologue usually isn't necessary to get to what they need. They typically prefer to meet their main characters as they are now, just prior to the events that will drive the story. They don't want to hear about the history, not at first. Even if the prologue has excitement, explosions, or love's first kiss, it isn't The Story. (Except when it is, which I'll get to in the next section.)

So why do writers defend the prologue as a crucial device? Prologues contain critical information about the story--for the writer. These data dumps are more of a freewrite that help with the storytelling process. I call these a "writer's prologue." Because the writer finds them so invaluable, they often make the mistake of thinking the info is equally important to the reader. But the truth is, a large number of "writer prologues" are better off cut from the final draft entirely (and possibly used as bonus content, which I'll discuss later.)

An author will always know more about a story than the reader. Good writing involves knowing what tidbits to include and what to leave out for the optimal reading experience.

PROLOGUE AS A FRIEND

The above said, there are times when a prologue can help hook a reader's interest. Generally, this is the job of your first paragraph/page, and a prologue is no different. The historical significance of the setting, the ancestry of the characters, and other "writer's prologue" details do not typically drive this sort of interest, which is why readers skip them. So what, then, makes for a "reader's" prologue?

Use a prologue when letting readers in on a secret or detail will enhance, rather than delay/detract from, the experience.

My current series, Sons of Herne, begins with a brief prologue that I actually added after two editing passes. Considering my above views on prologues, this might come as a surprise. But while there are stories made better by leaving the reader guessing until a Big (or Gradual) Reveal, other stories are much more fun when readers are in on the secret from the beginning. In the case of Dominus: God of Yule, I realized after revising the story twice that the "I know a secret" fun was missing. In this case, I decided to offer a glimpse of a conspiracy by the Fates that not only immediately influences the book's plot, but drives the entire series.

Whether it's better to use the I Know a Secret or the Gradual Reveal depends on the book, and deciding can be tricky. Do an editing pass specifically looking at the overall reading experience from both these standpoints. A writer is often too close to the work to see this with fresh eyes. A good beta reader can be immensely helpful with determining whether your prologue creates a hook or a vacuum.

WHEN A WRITER'S PROLOGUE CAN BECOME A READER'S BONUS

Let's say you've soul searched and realized that your precious three-page prologue is better left out of a story. Should you suck up the despair of pressing "Delete"? Maybe not. Edit it up nicely, maybe even expand on it a bit, and turn it into a PDF to offer as bonus content. Fans of the book may well want to know more, and these are the people who will appreciate the extra tidbits that you held back. Offer this as a free bonus either for joining your mailing list or as a separate download link in the back of your book.

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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night.

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Sunday, June 19, 2016

An Acolyte's Warning -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 22 Comments

It's Snippet Sunday, a Weekend Writing Warriors' blog hop!

The week was so busy with preparations for my July Chllin' in Summer blog tour that I thought I might not get any writing done. The series went through a big face lift this month in preparation for the tour, and the new covers/titles reinvigorated me. I wrote the opening scene for Book 5, Feillor: God of Lammas.

In this scene, Feillor, god of the harvest sabbat, is trying to complete the task of bringing in the first sheaves. His aide, Shango, has come after him, expressing concern that Feillor will fall prey to the trials and temptations of love that his brothers have faced during their sabbats.

We pick up with Feillor's response...

“You are assigned to aid me, not trail after my every step like an old nanny afraid that her charge will run in front of a carriage,” Feillor said, resting the handle of the scythe on his shoulder and eyeing the young acolyte who was clawing his arm with brisk fury. “Should you even be out here, Shango? Are you not allergic to the fields?”
“A by-product of my human mother’s genetics, I’m afraid—which should tell you how determined I am that you should heed my words.”
“Your dedication is noted, but your place is at the Counsel of Sabbats, not out in the sacred field of Avinmar.”
“And what do you make of my dream that you would leave the realm because of your sabbat maiden?” Shango asked, his stance wide and firm.
“I make of it that you should not indulge in Andurian wine so close to bedtime,” he replied with a grin. “Enough of this, Shango. I have no plans to leave the realm or my calling. And for someone so insistent upon me fulfilling my sabbat duties, I should think you would not want to continue interrupting my task.”

What do you think?

About Feillor: God of Lammas

Feillor is preparing to bring in the first harvest before the celebration of Lammas, a task that he undertakes for his own realm, not for the benefit of the humans who long ago abandoned respect for nature and the old ways. He raises his scythe to cut the sacred wheat and nearly "harvests" a woman who appears out of nowhere. Returning the earth woman means dealing with the Fates, who will grant his request to send her back on one condition--he must cross to the human realm for three days before deciding gods should abandon mortals forever.

Salina has no intention of letting the local construction company gobble up the precious woods where she conducts her most sacred pagan rituals. She is praying for guidance when she is taken swept away to the realm of immortals--and almost straight into the blade of a horned god's scythe. She believes her prayers to the forest god Herne have been answered, but instead she learns that Feillor is actually Herne's son--and he has little interest in the matters of humans. When she is stuck with him in her house for three days back on Earth, she decides to that she is just the witch to convince a god that the mortal realm is worth saving.

When forces in her world and his own combine to draw them apart, Feillor must come up with a way to gain respect for nature and for himself, particularly from the witch he aches to join with in a ritual declaring the harvest and an end to his search for true purpose.

About The Sons of Herne series:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.

Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

Read Book 1 of the series, Dominus: God of Yule--and follow the link inside to get Book 2 free!
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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

J's Quick Zucchini and Mushroom Saute

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It's Too Yummy Tuesday!

On select Tuesdays I share delicious recipes either inspired by my books or that are just plain delicious!

Summer is here! One of the hallmarks of summer is a vegetable that produces like mad: the humble zucchini. By summer's end you'll be hiding it in sauces, sneaking it into bread, and leaving anonymous bags full on your neighbor's porch.

I love zucchini and eat it year-round, whenever I can find it available. It's quite versatile, but my favorite way to eat it is to sautee it up super fast as a pasta substitute. This is perfect when I'm busy writing and barely want to come up for air, let alone to cook. I frequently tuck it into my lunch when I'm working the day job.

J's Quick Zucchini and Mushroom Saute

Ingredients

oil for sauteeing (I use either extra virgin olive oil or coconut oil)
1/4-1/2 onion, diced small
1 handful mushrooms, cleaned and sliced thin
1 zucchini, washed and then cut into thin strips with a vegetable peeler (a spiralizer works too)
salt to taste
garlic powder to taste
a dash of cayenne

Directions

Heat oil in fair-sized skillet over medium heat. Saute onions for 1 minute; add mushrooms and cook until they are beginning to reduce in size. Add zucchini and toss/stir until everything is combined. Sautee for a couple of minutes until wilted and soft. (This goes quick thanks to the thin peels.) Season to taste.

For an alternate flavor, sprinkle with Italian seasoning and a bit of Parmesan/Romano/Asiago.

I eat this as a side accompaniment to meat, chicken, etc. You can double/triple the recipe, make narrower peels, and top with a pasta-style sauce as well.

Serves 2. Unless I'm one of the two, in which case I'll eat it all. Ha!

Enjoy!

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Sunday, June 12, 2016

Saved by a Wolf -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 29 Comments

It's Snippet Sunday, time for my Weekend Writing Warriors' blog hop!

It's out! I can hardly believe that after such a long wait, Disarming Cowboys (Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 7) is finally out. In honor of the series conclusion, I'm posting a snippet from it. (Some creative editing was done to fit the snippet format.)

The scene: Jayel was being held captive in the midst of a werewolf battle that wasn't looking good for her. David, an annoyingly hot werewolf who blames her for killing his pack mate, abruptly unties her and carries her off into the woods. She flailed around, fighting him, and insisted that he put her down. We pick up from there...

To her shock, David halted and slid her along his body to the ground so quickly that her legs buckled and she stumbled against him, her equilibrium shot from the abrupt shift in gears.

She pushed herself away from his warmth, doing her best to steady herself against a tree trunk despite wobbling like a drunk riding backward on a merry-go-round.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, panting as though she’d been the one chugging full steam through the woods.

“I believe the words you’re looking for are, ‘Thank you for rescuing me.’”

She laughed. “Trust me, those aren’t close to the words I’m thinking.”

“Would you rather I’d let that wolf rip you to shreds?”

“As opposed to kidnapping me so you could do the ripping yourself?”

“Are you always this gracious when a man saves your life?”

“I wouldn’t know--I’ve never had my life saved by a man.”

Wonder why David would "rescue" the woman who killed his pack mate?
What do you think?

About DISARMING COWBOYS, the captivating conclusion of the series:

Jayel has hunted the werewolves of Shay Falls since the night a pack killed her parents and turned her brother into one of them. Now a power-hungry alpha has turned the tables, capturing her and holding her hostage on a ranch while the allied packs decide whether to use her in their fight against a returning enemy, or simply to kill her.

Jerrod wants to do more than rescue her—but her white-hat hero is a werewolf too. And one of her annoyingly sexy captors, David, has an erotic, seductive nature that stirs unsettling urges at the worst time imaginable. One of them can’t claim her fast enough. The other will fight the potent and primal instinct to make a werewolf killer his mate.

With enemies on all sides, Jayel will face unforeseen consequences of her quest for vengeance, and the results could end all hope of happiness with the two wolves who can no longer live without her.

About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by the new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of his own-and a female to hold that bond together.

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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

It's Here! Disarming Cowboys

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DISARMING COWBOYS

Book 7 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS SERIES
June 8, 2016
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Western | Erotic Romance | MMF
A Siren bestseller!

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/disarming-cowboys

About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.

About DISARMING COWBOYS, the captivating conclusion of the series:

Jerrod wants to do more than rescue her—but just her luck, her white-hat hero is a werewolf, too. And one of her annoyingly sexy captors, David, has an erotic, seductive nature that stirs unsettling urges at the worst time imaginable. One of them can’t claim her fast enough. The other will fight the potent and primal instinct to make a werewolf killer his mate.

With enemies on all sides, Jayel will face unforeseen consequences of her quest for vengeance, and the results could end all hope of happiness with the two wolves who can no longer live without her.

Rated PG-13 Excerpt:

The wolf lunged for her, rage burning his gold eyes into a reddish-orange as he grabbed hold of her forearm and opened his mouth. Long, curved fangs descended into place.

“No, Jack, don’t!” yelled one of the men, but it was too late. He bit down on her arm.

She tried to yank away, but the gold-eyed demon held her arm fast between his teeth. The bite that would have cursed her if not for her protective gear clamped down with fury, and, on sheer survival instinct, she swiveled her gun on him and fired. A loud pop exploded through her eardrums as the werewolf’s eyes widened and then went dull. He let go and hit the ground, his chest smoking.

“Jack!” yelled one of the men behind Solomon, and she was barely aware of a blur of motion as someone detached himself from the group and landed beside the fallen body.

“Jayel!” exclaimed Jayson. “Jesus, he bit you.”

She peered intently at the tooth marks that had been dug into the tough leather of her bracer. “I’m okay. The bite didn’t go deep enough to break the skin.” Adrenaline-fed relief quivered in her voice. The arm guard had saved her from a fate worse than death.

“Murdering bitch,” Solomon called, and the rest headed for her.

Jayson tried to free himself to intervene. “He bit her! That son of a bitch tried to turn my sister.”

One of the others came at her, but her gun swinging around halted the advance.

“Stop,” she said. “Unless you all want to take a silver nap with your friend.”

The man holding vigil over the body at her feet rose in a sleek, predatory motion, placing him far too close to her.

“Back the hell off unless you want to join him,” she snapped.

Solomon’s eyes were blazing with more than the yellow gleam of his wolf side. “You can’t get us all before we get to you.”

She smiled coldly. “But I can get you.” She shifted her aim. “And judging by your alpha attitude, I’m betting nobody here wants that.”

To her surprise, he smiled right back. “David, have Adam and Darryl bring in our cooperation insurance.”

Jayel frowned. “Your what?”

Solomon wasn’t listening. He was frowning at the man nearest her. “David.”

Her focus shifted to this “David,” who wasn’t paying the slightest attention to his alpha. He was standing stiff as a fireplace log, staring at Jayel like she was a long-lost relative—or worse, a girlfriend. Either way, he was gaping at her like an altogether different type of meal than the rest of the werewolves. He was better looking, too, and, considering how much bare skin she was being forced to endure, she could make that judgment from head to foot. Tall, brown-gold eyes fixated on her. He had thick hair she couldn’t quite name the color of, sort of a mixture of auburn and blond, but yet not the strawberry shade of her brother’s. His build came off as athletic-meets-steroids. Other parts of him she refused to catalogue, but they registered in her mind as impressively male. David would be quite the lady killer if not for the utterly ridiculous wolf-in-the-headlights expression he currently wore.

“David!” Solomon snapped.

The man’s head whipped around to the alpha, who was glaring at him.

“Thank you for joining us,” Solomon said. “Care to get your ass outside and have the others bring in our guest?”

With another glance in Jayel’s direction, the man turned and left. She didn’t want to, but she monitored his retreat by focusing on his ass.

“What the hell is all this?” Jayson shot off. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I had a theory you were lying to the packs when you said you didn’t know where your sister’s been holed up,” Solomon said. He glanced around. “Now I know I was right.”

“I wasn’t lyin’,” Jayson said. “We agreed to meet here. I have no idea where she’s stayin’.”

“Bullshit.”

“And so what if I did know? Don’t we have bigger problems right now? She ain’t the enemy.”

“You’re short a few brain cells if that’s what you think. Didn’t you just watch her shoot one of our own in cold blood?”

“It was self-defense,” Jayson said. “The bastard bit her. Was turning her the plan all along?”

Solomon eyed him evenly. “I’ll admit the idea of ensuring her permanent cooperation was discussed.” He looked at her with a curled lip, and she shivered. “But that idea was vetoed as impractical.”

“Obviously not all of your pack got that memo,” Jayson said.

“He wasn’t trying to kill her,” Solomon replied. “Her punishment far exceeded his crime.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” Jayel said, raising the gun higher. “He planned a far worse fate for me than what he got in return. And you’ll find I don’t take kindly to werewolves who bust into my house and hold me against my will. Call it a sore spot. So if you don’t stand the hell down, you’ll be the next one to leave feet first.”

“Not unless you want to break your poor brother’s heart,” Solomon said.

She didn’t get a chance to ask before David and two others came in, holding a man between them that she recognized. His long, native black hair hung in his face, but the dangerous glower of golden eyes still showed through. He wore nothing but snug jeans with the fly flapped open.

“Zane,” Jayson said, his eyes widening. He redoubled his efforts to get free of the dark-haired minion hanging on to him, but one of the others left Solomon’s side and helped subdue him.

“Found this one sniffing around outside,” Solomon said. “Anything happens to me or another of mine and your brother will die—after he’s forced to watch his mate go first.”

The gun wavered, but she kept it aimed at the bastard and his smug grin.

“Jayel,” Jayson pleaded. “Do what he says.”

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Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Gotta Squeal for my Cover(s) Reveal!

J 12:00 AM 0 Comments

I hear and obey!

During my recent ARC blitz for Sons of Herne book 1, I got some feedback that I loved! It was suggested that the hot, godly goodliness of the "Sons" should be emphasized in the titles and covers. Yeah! I totally hear that, as the brothers *may or may not* be my current book boyfriends. Ahem.

After a flurry of activity, the books currently in release were retitled and treated to a, er, “face” lift to put the emphasis where it belongs—on the gods who think they’re immune to love. *snicker*

So drum roll please…

Previously Season of Light

By the way, free ARCs are still available for Dominus: God of Yule! Sign up for yours here.

And here are the covers for Books 2-5:

So, what do you think? Are these gods among men or what?

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Monday, June 6, 2016

TBRs, Face Lifts, and an Upcoming Club

J 12:00 AM 0 Comments

On the first Monday of each month I gab about what's going on with me, my writing, and life in general.

June hit the floor running with summer temps and lots to do! It's been such a busy month for this wacky writer that I barely know where to begin! Lots of excitement to share.

The TBR is Growing!

From time to time, my release schedule winds up with me having more than one book coming out in a thirty-day period. Well, here we are again! I barely dropped Magic of Midsummer on May 27, and now Disarming Cowboys is releasing this Wednesday, June 8! Writing Sons of Herne has been fabulous, steamy-hot fun, and releasing the final Lone Wolves installment, well, it's been bittersweet to say the least. So much so that I'm considering starting a Gen 2 series set in the hot cowboy town of Shay Falls.

Blog Tour and a Series Face-Lift!

I've been on hyperdrive getting ready for my July blog tour, and part of that prep involves getting Sons of Herne 1 in ship-shape for its wide distribution debut. After listening to some reader and writer feedback, I decided to give the series a fresh new look. The books are being retitled, and each will get a new cover (although I love Magic of Midsummer's enough that it may stay very similar when it's done). Unveiling soon...

You'll Want to Join This Club!

You might have heard my whispers about my upcoming birthday club, but I'm ready to blast the news! I'll be launching this exclusive club on July 1--my birthday month, of course! Readers who sign up will receive a greeting from me on their special day, along with a special steamy book gift to heat things up.

If you're all about free stuff (and who isn't? I'm the poster girl for it!), be sure to sign up for my mailing list as well. You'll get a free book as a thank you for joining, along with news and updates on special offers and occasional exclusive content.

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Sunday, June 5, 2016

A Good Slave -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 26 Comments

It's Snippet Sunday, time for my Weekend Writing Warriors' blog hop!

This week, I'm posting another peek at Bound to Her Master (synopsis follows the snippet), my planned 3-book erotic fantasy/romance. I'm also offering ARC copies of Sons of Herne 1; info below.

Last time, Ti-Hana, the earth girl posing as a sex slave of god and arising ruler Lord Stepanyan, had been accused by her midwife of falling head over for her Master. We finished with:

“...It is clear enough from your words, as well as the impatient, distracted way you have been flitting about and humming to yourself. You are falling for him.”

Let's pick up with Ti-Hana's reply...

Ti-Hana stopped and whipped around. “No, I’m not,” she said, the empty ring to the words echoing in her ears.

“Pluck those feelings out and toss them over the terrace, Ti-Hana,” Carana said. “Get the pain over with before Lord Stepanyan finds an even more brutal way to do it for you.”

Ti-Hana bristled as she paced over to the summons cord. Where the devil was Matron?

“I’m just trying to be a good slave, not marry him,” she said as she tugged the fabric too hard.

“I hope so, for your own sake. Lord Stepanyan cannot offer you anything more than training, for the noble classes cannot bond themselves to commoners. Blood lines are tantamount among the ruling class, and a human mate would risk watering down already compromised immortal blood.”

Anyone believing Ti-Hana's denial? What do you think?

About Bound to Her Master:

Pregnant and on the run, Maddie races away from one set of problems only to plunge through a portal to another land. In the seventh realm, breathtakingly gorgeous demigods embrace ancient traditions of Dominance and sexual slavery...and she is about to become Ti-Hana, the most sought-after captive of all.

Stepanyan is in his time of ascension, ready to claim his father's place as ruler of the high seat. When his rival for the realm tries to claim a lost, pregnant human wandering in the Shogran, Stepanyan swoops the fiery beauty out from under him. He has no desire for a pleasure slave, but keeping Vo'Dan from getting what he wants is too great a temptation to ignore. No matter that Stepanyan's father banned pleasure slaves from his house decades before. Or that taking on a subservient is the last distraction he needs as he faces the trials of ascension.

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Sunday, June 26, 2016

A Flash of Light -Snippet Sunday

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Prologues: Friend or Foe?

Sunday, June 19, 2016

An Acolyte's Warning -Snippet Sunday

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

J's Quick Zucchini and Mushroom Saute

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Saved by a Wolf -Snippet Sunday

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

It's Here! Disarming Cowboys

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Gotta Squeal for my Cover(s) Reveal!

Monday, June 6, 2016

TBRs, Face Lifts, and an Upcoming Club

Sunday, June 5, 2016

A Good Slave -Snippet Sunday

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