Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Cover Reveal: Enter the Moon by Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson

Title:  Enter the Moon
Author: Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson
Series: Warriors of Luna

Enter a world where chance encounter changes a woman’s chosen path.

Enter a world where, in the dark of Central Park, a hidden society fights to exist.

Enter the Moon where Her fluctuating phases irrevocably intertwine two lives.

With wealth, beauty, and a voice like liquid gold, life was right on track for Kama DeKosse; then she met Jack and, for once, decided to toss caution to the wind and see where it would take her. The world of romance gave her new encounters and the chance to flirt with the mysterious.

Jack Twist enjoyed his orderly life of power and control. Being pursued was an intriguing challenge and, following instinct, he enjoyed the chase. In a twist he would have never expected, Jack found an amazing passion that ran wild and crazy as Kama brought something new to his life, something that neither of them knew how to control. Unable to resist the attraction, he joined the game as Kama turned his world upside down and made his inner wolf howl with desire, consequences be damned.

Kama can’t deny the overwhelming pull towards Jack, even when she is forced to make a choice that could cost all her hopes and everything she has ever worked for. And just when she thinks it can’t get any worse, life takes her up on the challenge. Kama learns a secret that not only threatens her family and Jack, but also her very life.

     Kama sat at the bar and mindlessly plunked quarters into the poker machine. So far she had only
lost four dollars and it was a change from her book. She really did want to read it but every time
she tried to get lost in the story, Jack invaded her thoughts. She looked around the quiet and near
empty bar of the hotel and noticed a chipper bar tender who chatted up two very plastic fixed
women and three men towards the back of the bar by the window. A slow stream of people had
come and gone but the watching had been dull. She swirled the wine in her glass while she
figured out what to do next. Mesmerized by the colors that winked against streams of light as the
liquid rippled and fluxed, she stood to return to her room for a nice warm bath. This of course
resulted in tripping over the rungs and to her embarrassment, caused the loudest chair collision
     Oh my damn, of course that would be Jack witnessing my clumsiness.
     She looked away as three pair of scrutinizing eyes turned toward her. When she peeked again,
she found they had gone back to their business and took the opportunity to look them over. The
first man wore a blue silk shirt, silver tie and dress pants looking every inch a business man but
his companion appeared to be dressed in street clothes. He dressed about one step above a
homeless person and looked not only uncomfortable but out of place.
     So maybe I wasn’t so far off in thinking that Jack was a mob boss or something. Maybe these
are his secret hit men.
     The notion was still ludicrous to her and she wanted to snicker. Instead she ordered three shots
of pot-stilled whiskey. She wrote a quick bland note and sent them over. She met Jack’s eyes as
he read the note and winked when his eyebrows rose in surprise after tasting the drink. She
would have had more fun with him but his gaze followed by the other men and a fission of fear
wound around her mind. The cold almost feral look coming from the man in the business attire
shocked and unnerved her on a gut level but she couldn’t have said why. Kama found her drink
to be the perfect target for staring at and after risking a quick peep at them she discovered that
they had gone back to their conversation and although she couldn’t hear anything they said, it
looked to be intense.
     Kama decided that she was not in the mood for dinner alone, and wondered if she could convince
Jack to go to the spa or dine with her. She had planned to go luxuriate at the spa, but she had
been forced to spend the day alone and she found she wanted company. More specifically Jack’s
company appealed to her and she smiled as she tried to figure out the best way to invite him
along. She continued to plunk quarters in the machine and was winning, sort of. While her
thoughts churned in her mind and planned how to convince him that a dinner date would be fun,
she felt the heated intensity of someone starting and turned to find Jack standing behind her.
     “Been having fun?” he asked.
     She noted the twinkle in his eyes as he looked at her scores. Kama sat up a bit taller on the stool
to defend her game.
     “I suppose so,” she said. “I had to find something to do to fill in the gap in my time.”
     “Thanks for the drink, it was much needed” he asked
     “You are quite welcome for the drink.”
     He looked at her with an intensity that got her fidgety and nervous. She looked around and when
she couldn’t calm her nerves, she flashed a smile at his chin since she couldn’t meet his eyes.
     “So what happened to the pirate novel?” he asked. “All the lace and frippery fun is done?”
     “I keep getting interrupted every time I try to read,” Kama said. “Although, it’s been interesting
company so far. The joy of almost being done with shopping is great but my stomach decided to
wrap itself around my spine, so I came down here for a snack. And for your information I got
stood up, not once but twice today. Since my plans were shot, I had nothing to do, and since I do
not plan to pout the day away in my room; I figured I would come down here for a change of
scenery until my appointment this evening.”
     “I have a hard time believing anyone would ever stand you up,” Jack said.
     She tried not to stiffen as the raggedy looking man came over and stood close to Jack but she
wasn’t sure what would happen. A small part of her brain filed away that he didn’t smell bad for
a homeless person. She started to turn back to the poker game, when Jack stepped in front of her
and blocked her view of the man. She opened her mouth to protest but they walked a few paces
away to the corner of the bar and spoke in quiet tones.
     Damn I wish my hearing were better, I really wonder what they are talking about. I hope this
isn’t going to be some gun fight or like a gang initiation. Oh wait, Jack is coming back; we
should ask him to come to the spa with us. Cynthia can pay for our date, that will teach her to be
a better friend.
     “Boy rude much? Couldn’t he see we were talking?” she said.
     “Guess he isn’t big on manners,” Jack said.
     “That’s a big understatement, besides I sent drinks for everyone. It’s not like I monopolized your
time or anything,” she said, then paused “Although I would be happy to use your time if you
would accompany me to Lucky’s. It would be nice to have some pleasant company after a day of
being completely alone. We can celebrate the end of shopping for gowns.”
     She met his gaze and after ten seconds of quiet her inviting smile began to falter.
     Damn I hate when he gets all quiet on me like that. I think he does it on purpose, I bet he would
be just as surprised if I just up and kissed him. Damn Kama, don’t think like that, not with him in
front of us! See what happens when he goes all quiet?
     She flushed at her own thoughts and fixed her eyes firmly on the stool rungs. She wound her feet
through the rungs to buy her some time and a flimsy excuse of not looking at him. After about
thirsty seconds of quiet she had to have sound or she would die.
     “So how about the spa?” she asked. “If you want to come along we have to leave now, since they
don’t take late appointments.”
     He smiled and nodded at her. Kama started to stand off of the stool but forgetting that she had
wound her feet through the rungs, tripped and sat back down hard. She heard a chuckle turn into
a weak fake cough from Jack. She righted herself with a sheepish grin.
     Nice, so I almost end up on my face and of course he laughs. See if I offer to take him to dinner
after the spa, he can just starve.
     “Come on then,” she said.
     She walked toward the valet, but Jack reached around her and gave the man a ticket and seconds
later a shiny black Hummer was brought around. Kama gave a low whistle in appreciation.
     “Wow, is that the new Hummer?” she asked.
     “Yes, would you like to drive?” He asked.
     She smiled even wider as Jack nodded, smiled, and opened the driver side door for her. Kama
winked at Jack and hopped up into the driver’s seat, adjusted it, slid on her shades and turned to
give him a wide smile. She looked down at the controls and then turned the key. The low hum
vibrated through the car and she absorbed the power greedily.
     “Are you ready?” she asked.
     “Sure,” he said.
     Kama put the Hummer in reverse and pushed the gas. It reacted more than she thought it would
and so she gripped the wheel and shifted to drive and drove down the driveway. As she adjusted
the radio to find a station that didn’t play drivel, she heard some yelling behind them and
wondered who was having a fit about their car.
     People need to treat the valets better, they are just doing the job and it takes longer to get the car
then they think. I mean, really, who is having a temper tantrum. This is a sweet car.
     She turned to look at Jack and noticed he sat rather stiffly, so she gave him a reassuring smile.
     “So you learned to drive at the Indy 500?” he asked.
     “No, New York City,” she laughed. “Although there is a lot less traffic here.”
     “I see,” Jack said.
     She shook her head; she wouldn’t have guessed him to be a nervous rider, so she made it a point
to turn smoothly around the corner. He actually clenched the door handle, so she sped up a bit.
     She reasoned the sooner they got to the spa, the less time he would have to sit in the car.
     For L.A. being a hub of music it sure is hard to find a good jazz station. Oh wait, here’s some
Etta. Maybe if I sing a bit it will show him that I am calm and he will calm down too.
     “You do understand the car can go below sixty, yes?” he asked.
     Nope, not calm at all. I only sped up because he was being such a nervous Nellie, we will be
there soon enough. I can’t believe that he drives such a big vehicle if he is so nervous on the
road. He must walk a lot in New York. He’s one of those who has a driver but lives like two
blocks away from his job.
     “Like there is even enough space to go sixty. I know I’m speeding a bit but I don’t want to lose
my appointment,” she said.
     Kama didn’t look at him as she zoomed through a yellow light. She knew that there would be a
lot of disapproval and maybe even a shed tear or two, so she tried to spare his dignity. She
looked at the digital display for directions and found they were very close.
     “Don’t worry; we’ll get there in one piece. I promise,” she laughed.
     “Yes but the friction will slow us down if we collide into other cars,” he said.
     Damn I missed the turn. He is so nervous that he makes it’s hard to concentrate.
     Kama didn’t realize that she had sworn out loud until she heard Jack echo the same sentiment.
She turned the music down a bit, to help her hear the GPS directions. She patted him on the leg
and made a very careful U-turn to head back to Lucky’s. Once there she unbuckled her seat belt
and hopped out of the car. Even though the air conditioning had been on, she still went through
the motions of fixing her hair. With a saucy wink, she tossed the keys to the valet and strutted
into the spa.
     That was awesome. New York is just too damn congested to drive but I really like doing it. I
should drive more, maybe even get a car.
     Kama waved over a female attendant and ordered the whole works for the both of them. She
tapped her fingers against the counter and turned to smile at Jack.
     “Without a doubt the most intense ride I have ever had,” Jack said.
     “Well we certainly couldn’t be late. I learned my lesson a few days ago, better to be safe than
sorry,” she said. “And I certainly didn’t want to miss this.”
Kama gave him a haughty look at his raised eyebrow and mentally shook her head. She doubted
he really would understand the stress of missing appointments. She shrugged and followed her
attendant to the changing room.
     As she lay on the table under the ministrations of someone with god like hand, she relaxed. The
past few days of shopping really had stressed her out and she felt her muscles unknot. She
inhaled the lavender and mint from the massage oil and happily dozed off. She woke as the
attendant finished the final rub on her soles. She stretched languidly and wrapped herself in a
fluffy white robe.
     In the changing room she looked through the selection of suits and chose a deep cranberry one
piece. It flattered her figure and she saw no reason not to leave a bit of mystery instead of a body
flaunting bikini style. She walked out into the hot tub room and sat on the bench to stretch one
more time. She was there mere seconds before Jack came out, she approved of the black silk
trunks he wore.
     “Welcome to the good part,” Kama said and climbed into the hot tub with a low rumble of
pleasure in her throat.
     “We have a few hours left before they close,” she said. “I figure we can hang out for a while and
talk, unless you have somewhere else to be.”
     “Sounds like a reasonable plan,” he said.
     She wanted to splash water at him as he smiled and stared at her.
     He must know that I hate it when he sits there all quiet. It’s just not natural to sit and stare at
each other without saying anything. I should splash him, of course he might splash me back and
they just did a beautiful job with my hair. Okay, if he won’t talk, I will.
     “This is a beautiful spa,” Kama said.
     “Yes, it is. They would have waited for us,” Jack said.
     “Really? I lost an appointment yesterday because I happened to be a tiny bit late- and only
because of another dress fitting. I wouldn’t chance I might lose this appointment too.”
     A waiter opened the door and entered the spa room causing their conversation to cease.
     “We have a full bar and a list of appetizers available for you this evening,” he said.
     With a devilish grin and a nose wrinkle at Jack, Kama placed an order that she knew would
shock Jack. She knew Cynthia would certainly hate the bill, but it seemed a fitting punishment
for the whole gardener incident.
     “I'd like a bottle of Cristal, and one set of each appetizer,” she said.
     “Yes ma'am, right away,” He said.
     Impressed with the unflappable waiter, who to his credit did not quite blink as eye as she ordered
some eight appetizers, Kama sat back and pushed the button to turn the bubbles back on.
     “Champagne? Jack asked.
     “Why not? We are celebrating and unless something has changed in the past two hours; people
tend to have champagne when celebrating,” Kama said.
     She gave him a lofty look and winked at Jack. She wanted to sigh as he smiled back but just
stared at her again. She dropped her gaze and seemed very interested in swiping her hands
through the bubbles.
     “I agree it is definitely the drink to have while celebrating,” Jack said. “It’s just I had expected
something with more spice from you, not so sweet and girly.”
     “Sweet? Girly?” Kama asked.
     Kama definitely regretted not splashing him with water.
     So if he’s not staring at me, he’s picking at me. I wonder if Jack dates a lot, he is really bad at
flirting. Someone should tell him, that even in jest, it’s not okay to mock one’s date. Oh damn,
we’re on a date and I asked him. Wow. Okay pay attention to him before we get a stupid smile on
our face.
     “Okay feminine then,” He corrected. “But it’s okay, we’re here to relax and you’re right, it
should help.”
     “I do believe you are making fun of my drink choice,” She said.
     “Perhaps,” he said.
     The waiter returned and she watched Jack take the flutes off the waiter’s tray and hand one to
her. She tapped her glass against his and took a sip. He was staring again, so she decided to play
the game. She looked deep into his eyes and ended up caught in the depths. Her saving grace
was his coughing but she was gracious enough not to make fun of his not being used to
     “Well if you can do better…” Kama said. “By all means try.”
     She tried to continue to look at him in mock severity but failed and laughed as champagne
bubbles went up her nose. She moved closer to him, and made it a point to reach across him to
set her empty glass on a small table nearby and then sunk back under the water. Seconds later
Jack’s glass joined hers and he when the waiter returned Jack promptly ordered 7 & 7’s.
     “What are those?” Kama asked.
     “A real drink,” Jack said.
     The waiter had returned before their conversation had made any real progress. She gave him a
saucy wink, lifted her glass to return the salute and took a sip.
     Why do people drink something that tastes like bear ass. This is terrible. Real drink indeed, men
drink this crap to torture each other under the guide of being grown enough to handle it. What a
    “So this is your idea of a real drink?” Kama asked. “Others might challenge your questionable
     She looked out the frosted windows at the sculpted bushes as Jack made a sound that was a mix
of a laugh and a cough. It just verified her theory on the drink really tasting horrible and Jack
ordering it just to make her drink something gross. She set her drink on a small table near her,
and didn’t touch it again. After a few moments of stifling silence Jack cleared his throat a few
     They made more idle chit chat about her life in New York and though she tried not to get
defensive when he asked about her friend, it came out anyway. All of the drama and hurt
feelings about her interactions with Cynthia during her trip came to the surface. She jabbed the
button and more bubbles erupted in the hot tub and tried to relax again.
     “Do you have a lot of friends Jack?”
     “Very few I would call real friends. It’s hard in the business world to keep a lot of friends. Most
people want you to believe they are, at least until they get what they need from you,” He said. “I
have quite a few associates but most people find me down right intimidating.”
     She wanted to snort at his lofty speech but instead settled for rolling her eyes. She had no doubt
he was a good businessman but he was pretty daft, he had no idea she was flirting with him.
     “Intimidating, really? Here I figured you were pretty good company,” Kama said.
     “Probably because I am not trying to take over your business,” he said.
     “I am my business, being a vocal performer,” She said. “Not like you could take me over.”
     “So, what is your area of expertise?” he asked. “Just don’t tell me jazz.”
     She laughed and even as he joined in; she doubted he would ever understand what a gift he had
given her. It would rank as one of the best nights ever, even if she had left him stranded at the
jazz club.
     “Opera primarily, but I also perform classical.” She said. “Although from time to time I am
asked to perform some contemporary pieces but I try to take venues that put my training into
practice. Although I have found opera being performed at Christmas parties is a big failure.”
     “I suppose I should count myself lucky Charlie convinced you to go on stage at the club,” He
     “That happened only because you happened to take me to see my favorite jazz duo of all times,”
she said. “It’s not like it was a concert or anything. That was for enjoyment, my professional
performances are a completely different experience.”
     “I’ll have to make it a point to come see one of your concerts.”
     “If you wish,” she murmured. “Just don’t critique me too hard.”
     The talk about meeting each other in New York made her stomach churn, she wasn’t sure that he
would fit into her life back home. Soon enough he was teasing her again.
     Damn he keeps me off balance and it’s hot in here.
     “I promise I’ll be nice. After all you don’t work for me so I can afford to be nice. If you worked
for me I might have to be critical or something,” Jack said.
     “Like I would ever give you anything to be critical about? Are you still thinking of taking me
over?” She said pushing her hair out of her eyes. “I am sure I would be able to handle working
for you just fine.”
     The waiter entered the room and she met Jack’s smug smile with her own.
     “I believe it is your turn Kama,” Jack said.
     “Two Appletini’s,” she ordered.
     Jack laughed as the waiter left and she looked at him triumphantly.
     “Well those sound positively like one of those fancy woman-style drinks,” he said. “The kind I
figured you would stay away from.”
     Kama flashed him a condescending look and when the waiter cleared the area; she looked again
at the appetizers but found none appealing.
     “It’s a good business drink,” she said. “After all we are sitting here talking about business.
     Although maybe not so much business because weren’t you just trying to convince me you were
intimidating and I wasn’t buying it?”
     “Regular martini’s, not the apple,” he corrected. “Apple flavored anything isn’t business like.”
     “The apples ones taste better,” she said with a shrug.
     “I wouldn’t know,” he admitted.
     “Well why would you? It’s not one of your manly drinks,” she said. “At least now you get a
chance to find out. Do you not like fancy drinks Jack?”
     “No, I’m rather a plain sort of guy.” He said.
     “Plain?” she scoffed “A plain man who just happens to wear Armani? Armani is not plain.”
     “Carla, my Executive Assistant, insists on me looking professional,” he said. “I would prefer
jeans and flannel.”
     “Flannel hmmm?” she queried. “I would like to see you in flannel.”
     She smiled thinking about him dressing in flannel and missed the chatter from him but noticed
when he moved forward and wondered if he was going to try to kiss her or taunt her some more.
     She didn’t quite sigh as the waiter returned with their drinks. Kama smiled as Jack took the
glasses off the tray, handed her one and then raised his glass to hers.
     “So are you going to make a manly toast, to counteract the girly in the drink?” she asked.
     “Manly? Careful pet you will prick my temper,” He said.
     “Should I fear your temper?” Kama asked.
     She took a healthy sip of her drink. She closed her eyes with the taste and sat back. The gentle
buzz pulsing through her body was a good feeling and she matched his witty conversation with
sassy answers that made him smile. She looked over the rim of her glass at him.
     “So what is your business?” she asked. “I already told you all about my life, what about yours?”
     “I work in raw materials,” he said. “I love the mills; they are where I started from. Of course now
I’m mostly in the board room or in meeting around the world so I used them as my reality base,
just in case things get too intense.”
     Kama was having hard timing following his conversation. The giddy feeling seemed amplified
by the bubbles dancing around her and she had to bite back giggles. She caught the last bit of his
response and tried to nod sagely.
     “Yea, I can see you getting a bit intense,” she agreed.
     “Only when necessary,” he said.
     “Jack?” she asked with a burning need to connect to him.
     “Yes, Kama?”
     “I think you are intense most of the time,” she said. “Then again, I think it is part of the mystery
of you.”
     Kama was proud of her very intense observation of him, mainly because it kept her from running
her fingers over his chest. She wanted to touch him and wondered if he was having the same
feelings. He said more but she was having a hard time concentrating. Between the heat and the
alcohol, her head was beginning to disconnect from her body and float away. She was used to
wine but not hard liquor and certainly not this much.
     “Do you think you are ready for the big bad tequila?” Jack asked.
     “I am sure it will be harsh and manly,” she said.
     “Harsh and manly,” he said with a laugh. “Sweetheart if you even knew…”
     She grinned at the term of endearment and while she waited for this big bad tequila drink, Kama
turned on the jets again and watched the bubbles float and pop around her. The waiter brought
their drinks back and she was amazed at the colorful display.
     “It’s pretty,” Kama said.
     “What is?” Jack asked.
     “I said your oh-so-manly drink was pretty,” Kama said.
     “You dare mock me?” he growled at her.
     “I dare a lot,” she said with a wink.
     Kama took a healthy sip of the drink and finding it tasty, took another. As heat poured down her
throat she sunk back down into the roiling water until just her chin showed and gave a low earthy
moan of pleasure. Jack started to talk to her again and she gave up hopes of keeping up with the
conversation. That pretty little drink made her pretty dizzy.
     “Indeed...” Jack said. “It is very soothing. The benefits of being the last appointment of the day,
we pretty much have the place to ourselves.”
     “It’s like living the fairy tale life,” she said.
     She gave Jack a wide smile; but felt flushed and a buzz hummed through her body. He had
mentioned something about business, and that was a safe topic so she tried to talk about it. Jack 
gave her some look she couldn’t decipher, so instead she finished her drink. He started prattling
on about some shipping business thing and she tried to be interested but she wasn’t. So Kama did
the next best thing she knew, she leaned forward and kissed him. Her wet body pressed against
his chest, and felt the heat pour off of him and slam into her. Soon he had control and pressed her
against the tub. After a moment they broke for air.
     “Mmmm, nice,” she whispered.
     Her body was pulsing but she couldn’t make her thoughts make sense so Kama stood up and
grabbed a towel, her steps wavering and wobbly as she walked out of the hot tub. She was too
hot and needed some cool air.
     Gods, we are drunk, why are we drunk? That is crazy; oh crap I need to sit down. Okay Kama,
go change first.
     She finally managed to get dressed but wanted to take a nap.
     “Jack?” she called out.
     “I think I am ready to go back to the hotel,” she said. “Jack?”
     “Yes Kama?”
     She could hear the laugh in his voice but had no idea what was funny. Although she did note
that the windows got really steamy and wondered if they were from their kiss. Kama decided she
really wanted to go back to the hotel and turned to face Jack who stood close with a bemused
look on his face.
     Damn he is hot, well the hot tub is hot but he is sexy. Really sexy like the most sexiest man. Okay,
focus, we should go back. Maybe he will drive, I wonder if he wants me to drive?
     “Do want me to drive?” Kama asked.
     His laughter rumbled against her chest as he pulled her close. Kama took advantage and kissed
him on the corner of the mouth slowly working her way across his lips. He led her to the car and
she leaned her head against the passenger side door. All too soon they were back at the hotel.
     “Can I stay with you,” Kama asked, at least she thought she did. “I can’t go back like this.”
     “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. You don’t have to go back anywhere,” he said. 
     She tried very hard to walk in a straight line from the car to the doors and then into the elevator.
Kama felt the world spin and she leaned against Jack for support, since the floor wanted to pitch
and sway. The next thing she felt was Jack scooping her up and then laying her on the bed.
Some fairy tale something tried to enter her thoughts but the world grew darker and she
succumbed to sleep.

Author Bio:
Jennifer Fisch- Ferguson has been writing and publishing fantasy stories since  2003. Publishing credits include short fiction, writing contests and novels.
She attended the Eastern Michigan University and graduated with a B.A in African American History and promptly went to work with AmeriCorps on a literary initiative. She went to the University of Michigan and got her Master’s degree in Public Administration in 2008 and while she finished writing her thesis, also got a Masters in English – Composition and Rhetoric in 2009. She recently is working on her PhD at Michigan State University in the field of Writing and Rhetoric. She has been teaching collegiate and community writing classes since 2003 and loves the variety and inspiration her students bring.
She currently is finishing her trilogy and dutiful writes on her blog space about her journey. She is excitedly expanding her ever developing world and looks forward to the new adventures waiting to be written.

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An ominous encounter with an employee of Executive Suites (a company that fulfills adult fantasies) provides her with an attractive alternative that she can't refuse.

As she becomes submersed in the experience provided by Executive Suites, she quickly realizes that what she thought was real, wasn't, and what she wanted, may not have been what she needed.

Reegan's "experience" falls far from what she expected, and even further from reality.

"Sometimes it pays in happiness to be oblivious"

3 months ago, Reegan Barcel signed up with Executive Suites (an adult wish fulfillment company) to have all her erotic fantasies fulfilled. What she received was a whole lot more than she bargained for.

When Reegan's health prevents her from continuing her travels with her enigmatic, gorgeous new husband (and "Experience Creator") Calind Glace, they return to her hometown.

When a "friend" reappears in her life, and Calind inadvertently reveals more about who (or what) he is, Reegan's life hits a terminal spin cycle.

As the secrets about her and the people closest to her are revealed, her erotic about to become a nightmare.

Author Bio:

I’ve been creating my own little world since I was very young. When I was eight years old, I began to bring those worlds to life with pen and paper.

Although I’ve had a few short hiatuses, writing has been of passion of mine for many years. I've always viewed my writing as a hobby or a purgative process; I never thought to share my very personal works with anyone outside of my family. Now, I’m taking the plunge and self-publishing my works. I’m very excited and apprehensive about the opportunity to share my work with people who may enjoy it.

While I write across genres (I find it hard to stick to one genre), I do have an archetype when it comes to the female protagonist — they have to have certain brand of strength and layered personalities. There will often be a lot of darkness and depth to my stories, because I'm intrigued by characters who are thrust into "dark" situations that explore their psyche.
Writing Science Fiction/Fantasy is my first love. If there is one thing for sure, I'm a bit of a misfit when it comes to Romance. I don't feel that I write romances, thus the tagline. I prefer gritty love stories, where the protagonist isn't necessarily the girl next door, or the girl you encounter in everyday life. In other words, I don't tend to write characters who are easy to fall in love with.

The elements that will be common in my stories are: depth, controversy, thought-provoking and complex plots, and misfit characters. If literature that appeals to your senses and pushes your boundaries intrigues you, then I sincerely hope you enjoy the journey.

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Lacey and Roxie have been best friends and live together in an apartment in Los Angeles. Lacey and Roxie may be best friends but over the past few years they have gotten even closer, giving each other comfort and relief when they have no other.

On Lacey's birthday Roxie decides to take her out to their favourite night club, with their two friends Ria and Paige. It's not long until the girls are drunk and having a good night. Roxie and Lacey dance on one of the mini stages, dancing like they've done many times before. They catch the attention of two men but these aren't just ordinary men, they're rock stars, looking for a good night without their rock star label.

Cole and Mason are brothers and are both in the rock band, Black Inferno. Cole is the lead singer and Mason the lead guitarist. His little brother Mason has been begging for a regular night out. Mason has never been a fan of the groupies and after parties and Cole finally takes pity on his brother and agrees to his night out. Cole realizes that he too is fed up with the after party life, the drugs and easy women are boring. While the band is in L.A they find a night club where they are sure none of their fans go and hope they can have a good night without being recognized.

It's in this night club where all four meet. Cole spots the gorgeous brunette dancing on the stage and immediately wants her. Lacey can't take her eyes from the dark and dangerous looking stranger. They all go back to the girls apartment, Cole and Mason discover just how close the best friends can be which leads to an interesting night. Lacey and Roxie have no idea that the guys are from the famous rock band, Black Inferno. To them they are just two gorgeous and tattooed men they met in the club.

Cole and Lacey find themselves drawn to each other, Lacey is scared at how fast she is falling for this new man in her life. Cole keeps his rock star profile from Lacey, he feels bad for lying but he's scared that if he tells her it could ruin what they seem to have. The truth will always come out but can Lacey handle the truth and can she forgive Cole when she finds out who Cole really is? Does her love for him make her look over his lies?

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What happens when you discover the guy you’ve been seeing is a rock star? Well that's what happened to Lacey when she met Cole; now she’s forgiven him she's agreed to go on tour with his band.

On tour she has to cope with Cole's fame, his skanky groupies and getting to know the rest of the band.

Roxie, on the other hand, has a totally different dilemma. Not only is she quickly finding out her feelings for Lacey are a lot stronger than she thought, but she has to watch her with Cole. She’s also falling for Cole's brother, Mason, but how can she love two people? Unable to cope with everything she seeks solace in drinking; leading to some huge mistakes that she may not be forgiven for.

"How about we give you boys a little something?" I hear Roxie say from the other sofa. "Hell yeah,” Mason growls. Cole looks up at me. "Let me see that sexy body of yours Lacey." It's like I want to do anything he wants me to. Without thinking I get up from the sofa and walk to Roxie, who is already standing in the middle of the two sofas. She puts her arms around my shoulders and smiles over at Cole and Mason. "Lacey and I have had many lonely nights together." She trails her hand softly up the side of my body. She licks my cheek and says, "I love hearing her scream." I hear Mason groan and I laugh as Roxie slaps my bottom. I trail my finger from her throat and down to the swell of her breasts. "You scream just as loud Rox." "Fuck." I turn at the sound of Cole. He has his hand on his crotch. I grab a fistful of Roxie's hair and pull it to tilt her head back. She knows exactly what I'm doing and lets her mouth fall open. I lick across her soft lips and then Roxie takes my mouth. We passionately kiss, just like many times before but this time we have two very sexy men watching us. I reach up and grab Roxie's breast, squeezing hard because I know she likes it. I feel a body press against me from behind and I know its Cole. I see Mason turn Roxie around just before Cole turns me to face him. He kisses me wickedly and reaches behind me to unfasten my dress. He pulls the zipper down very slowly kissing along my jaw as he does. His eyes burn me from the inside when he looks at me in my black lacy underwear, then he gives me a very sexy smile. "Lacey in lace."

Author Bio:
I love reading, it's my favourite hobby. I've always had ideas for my own books packed into my head so I thought I would write them out for people to enjoy.

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Cover Reveal: Revive by Tracey Martin

Title: Revive
Author: Tracey Martin 
Series: Redzone #1 
Published by: Samhain Publishing
Publication date: May 19th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Science Fiction

Alone in a train station bathroom, Sophia Hernandez has no memory of who she is or how she got there. All she’s certain of are three things: her college ID is a lie, bad people are coming for her, and no one can be trusted.

The only clue to her past is the fellow student who finds her. Although Sophia’s gut tells her Kyle is lying when he claims he can’t help her, his touch makes her heart race. Is it because of a red-hot natural attraction, or a missing memory of something far more dangerous?

As two mysterious, menacing men chase them from the station, Sophia’s memories return in frustrating fragments. So do deadly skills she didn’t know she had. In the next forty-eight hours, a loved one’s life will be on the line as she sifts through a mounting tangle of secrets and lies.

Including the most heart-wrenching secret of all. Not only isn’t she a normal college student, she isn’t even a normal human.

Warning: Contains one girl who is more than she seems, one boy who knows more than he’s telling, and enough twists to give you whiplash. Expect explosions of all kinds.

Author Bio:
Tracey Martin grew up outside of Philadelphia, the lucky recipient of a drama-free childhood, which is why she spent so much time reading about other people's lives. It was while she was working on her doctorate in psychology that she had an epiphany--imaginary people are way more fun than real ones. And so she began writing. Never able to choose just one of anything, she currently writes both urban fantasy for adults and contemporary stories for teens.

She likes her coffee simple, her music epic, and her movies to contain explosions. A city girl at heart, she doesn't understand how she and her husband ended up living in New Hampshire, but writing keeps her off the mean, small town streets.

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Hysteria by DA Botta

Title: Hysteriata
Author: D.A. Botta 
Series: Elyzian Chronicles #1 
Publication date: March 21st 2014
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult

Emily Hobbs is off to Salem State College when a chance encounter with a fortuneteller changes everything. Emily is transported to the realm of Elyzia and learns that she is, in fact, one of the most powerful witches in existence.

Madame Lavache, the strict headmistress of Cedalion Covenstead, has her sights set on Emily. In her desperate cling to power, Lavache attempts to protect her tyranny by invoking sinister forces, including bloodthirsty pirates and The Devil himself, to rid Elyzia of the rebellious witch.

Along with her companions – an old hermit, a small coven of witches, and their totems – Emily sets out on a collision course with destiny.

Just as the tarot foretold.

A powerful witch
A simple tarot read
And all hell breaks loose

     Emily slunk closer to the glowing well and peered into its depths. The water bubbled and swelled in the hardened clay of underground. The candlelight illuminated the ceiling, casting shine and shadows dispersing throughout the dark. Hues of blue and sediment captivated Emily.
     The colors shifted. Now Paige danced drunkenly about a snapping fire. Her body enveloped by the orange glow of bonfire. Paronskaft shrunk back against the wall.
     “That scene …” he blurted, “is not for now.” He bit his lips closed and trembled.
     Paige stood amongst the others, Gretchen and Melanie and Chloe, all of them. She waited for her turn to leap over the celebratory fire. First Gretchen leapt, then Chloe, Brenna and even Melanie, hurled themselves above the towering flame. There was laughter and music as the boys, too, leapt in their boots, soaring over the tops of the fire and crashing down on the other side. The ceremony burned into the autumn eve.
     Paige leapt into the air wildly, drunk on wine, and the flames sucked her down into their belly. She seared and shrieked as her clothes burned away. The others watched horrified as the scorched silhouette flailed within the orange bonfire belly. Her hair turned quickly to dust and her skin blistered and charred. The shadow figure collapsed into miserable ashes and died wretchedly.
     The image diluted into the watery pool and Emily fell to her knees and sobbed.
     “It’s a trick!” Emily shouted, her voice echoing up through the chambers. “It’s a damned trick, you old fool!”
      Paronskaft was taken aback, shocked at the insinuation. His feeble body shuttered against the affront. He wrapped his golden cloak tightly to his skeletal frame.
     “I make no tricks, Miss Emily,” he quivered. “I make no tricks on you! Time is an essence.”
     “I can stop this?! I can save Paige, you mean? How much time do I have?!”
     “You have no time.”
     Emily tore out of the cave and rode east, bounding along on Mongrel, weaving through clusters of trees and stones. The late night air splashed the last of the raindrops against her face while Mongrel galloped steadily toward the grounds. A few yards from the edge of the hillside, Mongrel shrunk into his miniature size, quickly and suddenly, which threw Emily off over his shoulders and into crumply dry grasses and brush.
     “You could warn me, you know,” she admonished while she quickly laced up her boots. She retrieved a Scynderstem from Paronskaft’s box. “Meet me at the covenstead, okay?”
Mongrel yapped and pranced off.
     “Go ahead and go!”
     Emily secured her satchel over her shoulder crosswise and dug the balls of her feet into the ground. She leapt off, arcing and descending spans of nearly one hundred yards. The smoke from the bonfire crept up into the air over the eastern wall of Cedalion. I’m coming, Paige! she wailed in her mind. Emily soared and sailed toward the ceremony. Stop! Don’t leap!! she cried out inside. A lyre was playing, singing into the crisp air and laughter and dancing could be seen from the peaks.
     Dread filled her bones.
     Drew coasted over the seething flames. Then Melanie gracelessly rocketed over the fire. Next Ethan perfectly arced over. Wait! Don’t go! The scent of wine and embers wafted into Emily’s nose as she drew near. Nooo, my love! No!! The heat of the high flame pushed against her body. Paige crested the blaze and was pulled down just as Paronskaft’s pool had shown. Emily pressed her thumb into the Scynderstem and it broke as she leapt again, fearless at the fire, and cast the spell.
Paige wriggled and writhed in the hot orange glows, blackened already near the fire’s blue bottom. Emily wrapped her arms around Paige’s waist and dug her toes into the powdery ash to quickly leap again.
     The pair landed near the twisty elm sprinkled with twinkling fireflies. Emily held Paige in her arms, resting what was left of her friend in her lap. Emily looked at her friend who heaved shallow breaths into the air. Paige’s body, smoldering still and black, released streams of smoke up passed the branches and into the air. Their eyes met and Emily let loose her woeful tears.
     “I am here,” breathed Emily. “I am here with you.”
     “I … love you,” Paige mouthed as she departed.
     “I love you Paige!” Emily wailed. “Don’t go! Don’t leave me!”
     Paige’s eyes shut forever.
     An astonished crowd gathered a few yards away, shaken witnesses to the sadness and grief. After a long moment, Emily slipped out from under Paige and tenderly set her body into the grass. Her face contorted and her entire body trembled with loss. She trudged over to where Paige and the others had sat. She snatched up Paige’s lantern of fireflies. She grew angry in her hurt. She raged in her mind and ached in her heart.
     Observing from a ways off, the Madame and the Ladies and the Lyre Man observed the tragedy in solemn seclusion.
     “That girl,” Madame Lavache whispered to herself, “is going to raise havoc.”
     The glass jar shattered into glimmering slivers and the fireflies were released to the sinewy elm.


Author Interview
Q:  What is unique about your fantasy series?
A:  First, the plots of the novels follow a tarot reading set out early in the stories.  This gave the novels a structure and theme I could really work with.  Each chapter involves the decoding of a tarot card in the spread.  Secondly, I incorporated elements from witchcraft, tarot, astrology, mythology, and runes into each story.  This gave Elyzia its richness.  It made for interesting characters, suspenseful plot threads, and themes that I could string throughout. It’s really a comprehensive blend of fantasy.
Q:  Are there spells in your stories? 
A:  There just may be.  I strongly advise not attempting them at home.  Only experienced witches should meddle in magick and spellcasting.  I did alter some recipes slightly … for no good reason.
Q:  What does New Adult offer your stories?
A:  New Adult is a real shift from young adulthood to adulthood.  It’s that brief space in time where things are really exciting and a person has to figure out who they are.  For some people, it’s a traumatic experience.  It can be tremendously invigorating too.  I think, for stories, it makes for extra dramatic (any perhaps traumatic) events – psychological, emotional, spiritual or physical.  I try to capture a lot of these perspectives throughout the series.
Q:  What is the main theme of The Elyzian Chronicles?
A:  There are a lot of themes interwoven throughout the chronicles, but if I can sum it up it’s: to truly know yourself is to have all the power in the world.  I think that can be dissected in many ways, but essentially its understanding and embracing your own unique identity despite a world that tries to change you.  Understanding your fears, knowing your limits (or the cause of your limits) is a liberating thing.  I think people learn who they are forced by people or circumstance to honestly look at themselves.  I believe it’s a powerful thing, and ultimately a positive one.
Q:  What is your writing process like?
A:  Painful and slow.  I have a natural impatience.  Writing for me is grueling.  I did a ton of research for the chronicles, not just for world-building but also for the magick and mythology.  I wanted to keep true to the various elements (witchcraft, tarot, mythology) I was using, to a degree.  I wanted to be respectful of those things and still push the envelope a little.  I think once you understand something, you figure out where you can play with it a little to make it distinctive.  I write at night, often late into the night.  It makes for foggy mornings, and with a 3 year old daughter that’s pretty trying.  I write linearly, mostly.  I did skip forward when I got stuck, and revisited places once I fleshed out some of the heftier parts.  But, I’m not one for rules.  I wrote poetically where I wanted to.  I wrote flowery where I wanted to.  I think the modern convention of chopping hundreds of words has some merit, but in fantasy I think you need to build entire worlds and civilizations.  That is done with words, so it is a real challenge to strike that balance.
Q:  Who would play your main characters in a movie?
A:  I’ve gone over this a million times in my head over the past few years.  I think a majority of authors want to see their books become movies.  It’s a natural progression.  If an author says differently, they could possibly be lying.  Emily is such a complicated character.  I’d have to say Kate Mara would be a top choice.  I’d love to see upstart talent in any role.  I always pictured Uma Thurman as Madame Lavache.  I’d have loved to see Robin Williams play Paronskaft, the quirky old hermit.
Q:  Why did you choose to write a female protagonist?
A:  Witchcraft, and paganism in general, is strongly influenced by feminine power.  It was a simple choice, really.  One of the great things to come from Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code was a reintroduction of the concept of the sacred feminine into our lexicon.  I think Brown really helped to educate a generation about the suppression and obfuscation of feminine spirit and the historical importance of goddess worship.  For me, it was about honoring the struggles of a strong female, against other strong women and men.  The gender stereotypes are broken down and juxtaposed in the chronicles.  We see this with Emily’s sexuality, and with the contrast with, say, the pirate captains Brodish and Dresden.  In Sinfluence, I depict even starker contrasts with the character Braun (a satyr).
Q:  What readers would enjoy Hysteriata and the rest of The Elyzian Chronicles?
A:   Definitely folks who read Rowling, but also readers who really enjoy some hefty NA.  My characters endure some pretty intense situations.  There are struggles between love and hate, power and weakness, fate and freedom, life and death, action, suspense, drama, satire, romance – all wrapped up in this magickal world.  The series has believable characters with complex relationships.  There is a lot for everyone really.
Q:  What is your all-time favorite book and why?
A:  It’s going to sound a little strange, but my absolute favorite book is The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster.  It was one of the first books I read where I was like, “Wow! This is how you can play with words! This is art!”  It shows in some of the words I created and my book titles.  I believe that type of creative license makes treetrunk and springwater single words.  Sometimes, as a writer, you just ignore parts of spellcheck when you know it works.  My all-time favorite New Adult read, so far, is Butterman Time Travel Inc by PK Hrezo. It’s some awesome sci-fi.  Very solid contemporary and super fun.
Q:  What’s your advice to other writers?
A:  I don’t typically offer writing advice.  It’s just a very personal and private craft.  But I will say this: I think one of the biggest mistakes writers make is they select a time for writing, and everyday they sit down at whatever-o’clock and open their laptop to begin typing.  It’s the wrong approach – and apologies to any NaNoWriMo-ers out there.  I don’t believe in it.  I think we put an enormous amount of pressure on ourselves, myself too, to produce.  Perhaps the best nights I spent “writing” were those I actually didn’t write a single word.  I just daydreamed of that place or those characters.  Sure I beat myself up over it, but looking back over four years of writing a series, I find that those were my most successful nights.  Just thinking.  Just owning that space.  Just being in that story for awhile.  The words will come when they come.

Author Bio:
D A Botta has written four New Adult Fantasy novels, The Elyzian Chronicles, and has also published a collection of poems There in Them Blues.  D A is currently working on a New Adult Mystery series, Seriously Confidant, projected for debut in the fall of 2015.  D A is a Fantasy Representative for NA Alley and frequents #NALitChat on Twitter.  When not writing, D A plays guitar and dabbles in graphic design.  D A lives with his family in Massachusetts.

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Twisted by Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott

Title: Twisted
Authors: Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott 
Series: Lost in Oblivion #2 
Publication date: December 2nd 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

He’s always saved her. Now she’s going to return the favor…

Gray Duffy never thought he’d end up as the co-lead guitarist of Oblivion, one of the hottest rock bands in the country. Even better? He’s sharing the experience with his best friend, Jazz. Since the day she’d showed up as his family’s new foster kid, Gray has protected her. Loved her. And not just platonically either. After all these years of wanting her in his bed, he still doesn’t know what it would be like to have her mouth on his.

Except for that one time. The time he’d shared her with Nick. The best worst night of his life.

Now they’re living their dream. They’re making music together and spending every waking moment trapped in tight quarters. With success at their fingertips, the time is right for him to finally make his move toward the woman he needs.

He just never figured he would lose control. Or that she would find out.

They’ve loved each other through everything. But what if this time love just isn’t enough?

     Curves.  So many curves. Jazz was like a living G-clef made out of flesh and flawless diamond-crushed skin.  The ruby red tips of her breasts peeked out from beneath the waves of her white-blonde hair.  Thanks to the spill of light from the window, he would see that the same flushed bloomed between her legs, beyond enticing.  It would be so easy to move forward and take.  To just drown himself in her until he couldn’t remember anymore why this was wrong.
     “Jazz,” Gray breathed, shutting his eyes to block out the torch-light of her beauty in front of him. He couldn’t breathe through his want. Couldn’t think through the haze of his need. And his love.
     He fucking loved her, and he’d fight not to do this with every fiber of his being. She deserved more than a strung-out bastard who’d turned to pot because he couldn’t get ahold of more coke. For fuck’s sake, even his dealer wouldn’t return his calls.
     Now she was here, and he couldn’t get high enough not to feel each of the knives carving him up inside.
     “Gray,” she said, equally soft. He didn’t open his eyes but her voice crept closer. “Look at me.”
     “No.” The word burst from him on an exhale. “No.”
     Her hand touched his bare chest and he jolted as if she’d set off a stick of dynamite. Her chuckle rubbed over his nerve endings, sandpaper and silk, and he struggled to hold back a shudder. Only the steel beam he’d shoved in his spine held him upright.
     “Back when I used to get high, it’d lower my inhibitions,” she continued. “It made me excited. I know it’s supposed to relax you, but it had a different effect on me.”
     He focused on each of her words on its own, so he couldn’t take them all together and feel their impact. He couldn’t let her do this. The man she was trying to seduce might’ve been worthy of her a year ago. He hadn’t believed it fully then either but he knew without doubt that he wasn’t now.
     “As if you ever had inhibitions,” he muttered, unable to summon the strength to raise his voice. All his blood had rerouted to his cock. All his air was fueling his starving cells. He could only not inhale for so long. But if he did, he’d smell her again, watermelon and sugar, and he’d be finished.
     “Oh, you’d be surprised. I’ve wanted you for years. And I haven’t done one damn thing to let you know.” She started circling him, her body brushing against his. Hip to thigh, thigh to ass. Her fingers trailed from his chest to his arm to his back, sensual feathers of sensation that made his balls clench so tight he feared any movement would send him over the edge. “But I will tonight.”
     He gritted his teeth. “You can’t. You don’t know me anymore. You don’t understand what you’re getting into.”
     That made her stop. Her fingers pressed into his lower back as she processed his words.
     Please, make them be enough.
     She completed her loop around him and hooked her fingers in the front of his jeans. He groaned at the slide of skin on skin. He heard her inhale before the wisps of her breath kissed his mouth. “So show me.”

***Hope you enjoy this deleted scene that didn’t make it into the final manuscript of TWISTED!***
     Gray reclined in his seat, kicking out his legs as far as he could in the SUV’s back seat. It was one of those monster, tricked out ones like he still drove occasionally for Elite Transport, though that was mostly out of a sense of loyalty than anything else. It wasn’t like he needed the money anymore.
     Or the access to blow.
    As one of the co-lead guitarists of Oblivion, one of the biggest up-and-coming bands around—according to their press kit—he could get anything he wanted pretty much as soon as the thought occurred. Drugs, expensive alcohol, cheap girls. Those in particular were everywhere. A snap of a finger and he could have two in his lap.
     Well, not right now. He was crammed in with his band, their manager and their driver in an Escalade zooming up Sepulveda Boulevard. There wasn’t any room in here for women.
     He cast a quick glance to his right to their drummer. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest as she bobbed her head to the music coming through her headphones. Aqua and sapphire blue striped hair waved down her back in time with her movements and sparkling bangle bracelets caught the passing sunlight every time she tapped her fingers against her thigh.
     That particular woman didn’t count.
     Even when she counted for too much.
     He dragged his jacket over his face and tried to block out the voices around him. Too many voices. Before the past year, it had been a long time since he’d been in the middle of chaos, and now it was his daily reality.
     Oblivion was on its way to another media thing at some big ass radio station in LA. That meant a couple of hours of standing around, waiting for their turn. Questions, photos, lots of acting fake. Maybe if he was lucky he’d get to strum his guitar on command and talk about the new single that was about to drop. Anything was better than muttering about his “songwriting process” and “if it was true what they said about guitarists in rock bands.” That usually meant some lewd joke about how fast he could get a woman off, which he’d answer with a cocky laugh while pretending he wasn’t mentally stabbing the deejay.
     He loved music. It had saved him, was still saving him every goddamn day. What he didn’t love? The press. Talking too much. Anything that wasn’t, yanno, actually playing his freaking songs.
Smothering a yawn from under his jacket, he turned his cheek and tried to get a few minutes sleep. He’d been blessed with the ability to drop off anywhere anytime and that skill had come in very handy during their weeks on the road. When he wanted to check out, nothing stopped him.
     Not even the song he’d written for Jazz playing on the radio for the first time.
     He went still, barely breathing as the first frenetic notes of “Twisted” came out of the speakers. Everyone was talking so loudly that they didn’t hear it at first. Simon yelled something about needing a hamburger, and Deak tried to calm him down with promises to stop at a fast food place soon. Nick interjected a comment about Simon loving meat, especially the wet, pink kind. Jazz, happily oblivious, sung along to Alanis Morisette on her headphones.
     And layered beneath it all played the words Gray had written the night he’d watched Jazz fuck another guy.
     Everything I do, it’s for you. You don’t see it. Don’t feel it. I’m just the picture on the wall. The man you call. Maybe it’s your fault. Maybe it’s mine.
     We got it twisted.
     So twisted.
     The shouts turned to silence, followed by loud whoops of laughter and cheers.
     Hidden under his jacket, Gray groaned. He’d known this day would come—the day when the whole world got to hear him pour his heart out to the woman he’d loved since he was sixteen.
     He just hadn’t been ready.
     Would never be ready.

Author Guest Post:
     Hi everyone!  Thanks so much for stopping in to let me talk a little bit about TWISTED.  I’m Taryn Elliott and I co-write the Lost in Oblivion series with Cari Quinn. We started this crazy idea thanks to our mutual obsession with music. We both came up with individual ideas for musicians and decided…hmmm. Well, that’s stupid. We work well together already as critique partners. Oh, and we’re best friends.
     Why aren’t we doing a project together again?
     Now the danger, of course, is jumping into bed with your best friend. In our case…trust and being co-chairs of our mutual admiration society keeps us pretty happy. That and we have the truly eerie ability to read each other’s mind. I kid you not—it could be a party trick at this point. It’s a little crazy.
     There’s a lot of different ways to do the co-authoring thing. Our process?
     We both wanted to make music the actual focus of the series.
     No, really. Music.
     I know…this is a little shocking, but there are many rock star romances out there that barely touch on the actual music making. AND we wanted it to be a bit grittier than what we’ve seen out there in our e-readers.
     With that in mind we make a loose outline of where we want to go with the series. And seriously, I do mean loose. Holy change of heading, Batman! Boy do we throw monkey wrenches in our stories! But instead of arguing about huge changes, or plots that run off the rails…we simply reassess and find that the story is actually better for it in the long run.
     The first book, SEDUCED, we wrote together. That book was a beast of a different color in all ways. She was the character of Nick Crandall and I was Simon Kagan. We alternated chapters and stayed strictly in our own character’s point of view. That worked pretty well, but the alternating chapters kind of stilted our writing a little bit. Oh and the introduction novel became a whole different kind of love story. It wasn’t two characters falling in love—it was a band forming, or…for all intents and purposes…falling in love.
     After we were finished with that book we knew we needed to focus on the relationships we’d established in SEDUCED. So we decided to take on the full novels and alternate writing that way.
I wrote ROCKED – Harper Pruitt and Deacon McCoy’s story this past April.
     Cari wrote TWISTED – Jazz Edwards & Grayson Duffy’s story which comes out December 2nd.
I will take over again and write DESTROYED this upcoming spring – Simon Kagan & Margo Reece’s story.
     Then Cari will bookend the series with SHATTERED next winter –Nick Crandall & Lila Shawcross’s love story.
     In between, we also write novellas because we juuuuust can’t let go of our characters. At this point, you’d think we were COMPLETELY sick of our characters. 400 pages? Nahhh. I neeeeeeed more!
     Then…don’t get us started on the spinoffs. This whole musical world opened up so many different stories for us.  If you saw our storyboards and One Note files you’d weep. It’s a sickness. One that I NEVER want a cure for. Cari and I will never be one of those writers that says, “I’m out of ideas.”
Seriously…TOO many ideas are rambling around in our heads! And man…we wouldn’t have it any other way!
     Thanks so much for having us! And we hope you enjoy our next installment of the Lost in Oblivion series, TWISTED!

Author Bios:
Cari Quinn
USA TODAY bestselling author Cari Quinn wrote her first story--a bible parable--in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. She attempted her first romance in junior high, long before she'd ever read one. Writing what she knew always took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true today.

Though she also fires up her computer as a graphic designer, proofreader and editor, she can't resist the lure of disappearing into a world of her own creation. Now she gets to pen sexy romances for a living and routinely counts her lucky stars.

The only thing she loves more than writing is hearing from readers! Please contact her through one of the ways below.

Taryn Elliott
Taryn Elliott comes from the great state of New York—upstate, thank you very much. She’s usually busy making up stories with her best friend until the wee hours of the morning, or fangirling over her favorite TV show. She falls in love with each and every one of her leading men as she writes their book, and there’s always a soundtrack to match.

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