Happy Halloween

Life had never been kind to Alex and it only became worse after the death of his mother. So, at the very young age of 18, he gathered what little he had and took off with no more than a backpack into a world that he knew had little to no care as to where he had disappeared.

Alex would find more in the eerie town of Neewollah, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, then he could have ever contemplated on the dark, desert plains that he roamed. And nothing could have prepared him for the night of the great harvest. He must have missed the ‘Enter at Your Own Risk’ sign, as he marveled at the sight of what looked to be a promising free stay for a weary traveler. The last thing that he had expected was a young female occupant that would steal his already stone heart.

Tis that time of year again, and instead of silly pics, I thought I would put out a short horror read mixed with a bit of romance that has my love of warped gore. ; ) You can find it on Amazon for $0.99 along with two of my books for free for the next few days.

 

Hope you all have a rockin' day and an even better Halloween~

 

Big Spookilishous Hugs~

 

Bloodbreeders 4: Lies Beneath London...Is Here!!!

The Launch of Book Four is HERE!

AMAZON

The time had finally come for Renee to face the one thing that she had searched for, even more, than those who met their demise at the end of her blade. What else will she find in the dark, dank, tunnels under the city of London, England? What lies beneath its depths other than the sinister occurrences of its long past?

Dealing with seeing her maker for the first time, Renee soon finds out that the evils of London are not the only thing causing her to question; not only the order of power in the city and their deeds… but, the ways of her beloved, Martin.

Most in the small bloodbreeder group know they have to use more mental strategy than their weapons if they are to gain control of the entire surrounding area, but others disagree. If any harms an innocent, let the punishment fit the crime. How many will pay with their dark lives for the unthinkable acts done in the secrecy of night?

Excerpt:

I knew the smell was getting thicker. It was a scent that my senses would never be rid of, but actually seeing the stacked up bodies, decaying one on top of another was a different story altogether. Each, in many different stages of decomposition, showed the length of time this area had been used for a human dumping ground. It was also all one needed to bend over and lose the contents that were boiling in a sea of eruptive acid.

I was cleaning my mouth with the back of my hand, desperately willing the next wave of nausea to pass by without turning the liquid left in my belly upside down again, when I noticed Jacob, the man of steel, heaving with his back turned to the room, having faced the gore of bodies dead on…no pun intended. He stood up, leaned on the wall, and then looked back, asking, “Who wants to go first?” It was that statement that churned the last stomach remains and I lost it right there, getting old blood on Gavin’s feet. He took in a deep breath of air, which was the wrong thing to do, and turned throwing up on the wall behind him.

“Is there no other way?” Tanda asked, holding the bottom of her shirt over the entire lower half of her face.

“If we want to go all the way back and let them see us coming through the front door,” Jacob replied, looking a little green around the gills. “I do not want to do this either, but it will make us more appealing to the ones we come across.”

“I plan on killing ‘em, not impressing them with how putrid I can get,” Sydney added, with us all nodding in agreement.

Cates growled out a guttural roar and charged into the unbelievably thick layers of blood, bone and flesh with the worse thing of all being the slime that was making its own lake of decaying body fluids that was several feet into where we now stood. There were sounds of sliding in the remains of others, the grinding of his huge legs breaking through soft tissue, and crunching bone ringing out, as Cates forced his massive form into and over the mound that was just as wide as it was thick.
“Climb my back, but do not use my head,” he spoke softly. “Sentries, about a hundred yards away, don’t think they’re breeders, but who could tell by the senses.” Then he glared back. “Will I be like this until I join the dead’s placement…move!”

*************************************************************************

Due to the release of book four, I will be giving away book one, Living in Darkness, starting tomorrow for five days. Then I will do the same with books two and three throughout the next few months. I will also be holding a major contest after book four has been out for at least a month, giving the Bloodbreeder fans a chance to read all the books where they will find the question that will be in the contest. The goodies will add up and be one of my biggest giveaways to date. One must give away a 'Kindle Reader' if they are going to be putting out as many ebooks as I am. ; )

The next book in the Bloodbreeder line is a swing book called: The Book of Martin, a long novella then I will start writing book five: The Elders....and then my characters will step into the future! That should be a blast~

The Publisher~ Robin Renee Ray

The Editor~ Jeanette Ratajczyk

New Crew Member: Copy Editor~ Jennifer Smith

Creates ALL new covers!!!

The book that is at the copy editor right now and will be released as soon as she is done with it:

Cover by: Dara England

This is one of my short erotic horror re-releases~

Big Bloodbreeder Hugs to you all~

Excerpt to: Bloodbreeders: Lies Beneath London Book Four

Hi all... I thought I would share a little piece that I really enjoy of my fanged babies. All who have completed book three already know there's some exciting things headed Renee's way, but I don't feel right sharing any of that and spoil anything for those who haven't reached that certain part of Renee's journey. ; )  By now most have figured out that this tale is being told by the main character as she remembered it and or was told to her by those who shared that personal hell with her in those first few years after becoming a breeder. Book six will be set in the now, and not like the first five that start in the late 1930's.

Another thing that most of my new readers/fans of the bloodbreeder's don't know, is they can actually go to Burkett, Texas...see the round, above ground tomb where Martin first took Renee and other things around the area, and that tomb truly is where old Doc Hill buried his wife... follow her journey through Texas to Corpus all the way to Cuba. She tells the tale well, even if the writer sucks a bit at knowing the proper skills of being a great writer..LOL  Dropping out of school the second week of the tenth grade back in the seventies and never going back, makes for jacked up typos and messed up grammar errors. God bless my editor/BFF/sister for doing her very best in trying to catch them all, which is an impossible thing to do in most reads. Mine without a doubt..LOL Bless my forgiving readers. I love them all with HUGE Hugs~ 

COMING SOON........ Click on the cover to find books 1, 2 and 3

Excerpt:

*Warning...This does not go to the editor until tomorrow...Please excuse typos..LOL*

“That must be the church,” Jacob said, stopping to look up at the steeple towering over the top of the other buildings. “Fala, take your human form.” Then he pulled Fala’s pants from the pack that carried the maps.

Fala shifted and changed in the shadows of the trees that were dwarfed by the buildings that towered them, then stepped out bare foot and shirtless. I don’t know if I was expecting the church to be like the ones back home, but it was nothing like them. To our white washed, one story buildings big enough to hold maybe sixty people, this one stood as high as Inara’s castle, made of brick and stone and could more than likely hold all the people in our county and several of the neighboring ones to boot. We jumped the wrought iron fence that circled the back of the church, finding a back door that was made of solid wood and what looked like railroad ties. The door frame and door were arched with a top so high that Cates and Fala would have had a hard time reaching the top with up stretched arms.

The door was locked and wouldn’t budge, so we made our way further around the back, finding a window about six feet off the ground with the same type of iron bars covering it that the fence was made out of. Cates was able to reach up with his one hand and pulled, showing that the top of the iron ribs was loose at the top right. Fala got on Cates’ shoulders and pulled the bars free, handing them down to Garvin, being as quite as he possibly could. He then pushed the window until it slid up enough for him to stand one foot on Cates’ shoulder and slip into the opening. A few moments later he popped his head around the side of the church and waved for us to come back to the arched door.

“Well done, Fala,” Jacob said, putting a hand on his arm. “Did you sense anyone around?”

“Only the smell of normals. I could not tell if they were close by, because the inside is strong with the smell of old scents as well as new ones,” he explained in a low tone as he followed Jacob back inside.

“This is where Sydney would have come in handy,” I whispered, getting a frown from Jacob, and Cates. “Sorry,” I added, shrugging my shoulders.

“One does not need to fell something when they already know the consequences of their actions.” Cates turned back looking in the direction of the way we were headed and got a tongue stuck out at him, because Jacob was holding up a hand for us to be quite.

Garvin laid both of his hands on my shoulders, squeezing lightly. I reached up and touched his hand in a thank you, gesture. Jacob stuck his head around the corner of a room that had a large amount of light coming from it then darted back in just as fast, holding up one finger. He watched until a man left the room then ran to the other side waving us over one at a time. I was the one that had to stop and witness the enormity of the room. There were enough pews to fill the church with hundreds of parishioners. Statues standing on pedestals spread out every other pew, and more affixed to the ceiling looking down on those who come to worship. I wanted more than anything to see what the pews were facing, but I was yanked out of my adoration by the back of my shirt right before the man in a brown gown that draped the floor came back in the large room holding a golden goblet in his hands. I saw from the shadow of the door, him kneeling then walking out of view.

Jacob gave me a stern look, causing me to give him one back that had just as much glare as he was giving me. Fala and Derek were still on the other side of the room as we waited for the strangely dressed man to leave the area again. That’s when he started speaking in a language that I didn’t understand. Jacob waved his hand for Fala and Derek, to go around to the back of the small hall that they were in, and move around another way. After we were all together, Jacob moved us further down the hall, putting Cates to watch our backs. Jacob was about to go down a flight of stairs to our right when a voice rang out. “You dare desecrate the house of, God!”

A bald man dressed just like the younger man that we had seen in the large room, ran back out. Jacob grabbed the back of Garvin’s shirt and hurried him through the door. “Move, he’ll be back,” he said in a low voice. Tammy was next, and was past the door frame when the man came running back in with a silver cross with our Lord Jesus Christ, on it as if he were just being nailed to the cross, and a long silver flask in the other hand. “Our Father who art in Heaven,” he began saying the Lords prayer, pulling the flask back and slinging it toward us. As soon as the contents hit the skin on my arm it started to burn like he had splashed acid on me. “Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done.”  Then he raised it back and slung the substance at us a second time. Derek pushed past me, as I pressed my body to the wall, with Jacob trying to push me down the steps after him, yelling run, but I couldn’t stop watching the man’s actions. Cates and Fala were down and Jacob and I were all that was left. “On earth as it is in Heaven.”

“Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us,” I said, walking right up to the man, who was now backing up from me, “and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from every evil. Psalms 23. We mean you no harm, but we do need to use your beautiful church to enter the tunnels to stop those who do wish you harm.”

“You are a damned creature. Take this demon from my sight, Lord God,” he said closing his eyes, and then he began praying in the same language that the other man was using, dropping to his knees and clutching the cross close to his chest.

“Forgive me,” I said then turned and headed down the stairs with Jacob right behind me.

The wooden staircase that we started out on soon turned into stone steps that began to curve in a winding fashion the deeper we went. It opened up into a room where Cates grabbed a torch hanging in a wall sconce and kept going down another flight of stairs that were much narrower and twice as curved as the last one that we were on. Once we reached what I thought was the bottom, Jacob slid his flint across the wall and brought the torch to life. He looked back at me with his brows furrowed and began storming up to me so fast that my back hit the wall before I even realized that I was moving away from him.

“What were you thinking up there?”

“What’s the matter with you? He was just another normal, Jacob.”

He grabbed my arm and yanked it forward. “Does this look like the work of a mere normal?”

“It’s some sort of acid,” I replied, looking down at the blisters where the liquid had hit my skin.

“It was water that his magic turned to harm the likes of our kind.”

“That’s nonsense,” I replied, pulling my arm out of his grip.

“Derek holds the marks. I hold the marks… Fala, does not,” he snapped, showing me the side of his arm. “We were lucky he stood alone.”

“Fala, was lucky Jacob. If he would have gotten some of this stuff on him, he would have gotten burned just like us,” I snapped back.

“No, my Lady. I did get the water on my back. Small drops like warm rain.”

“Bull shit,” I replied, walking over taking the torch from Jacob’s hand and turning Fala to look at his back.

Sure enough his back had several drying spots on it. I reached out and touched one that wasn’t quite dry, feeling a slight burn on the tip of my finger. “That’s not possible.” I saw Cates look over at Jacob, and then lower his eyes. “Why does it burn us and not him?” I asked, waiting for any of the others to give me an answer. Then the reality hit me. It was because we were, without any doubt, like the walking dead. Our life left our bodies when the sun rose… we were truly damned in the eyes of the man upstairs, God. The dread of the truth must have shown on my face, because the others gathered around me.

“It is a hard thing to learn, Renee. We all know that you still pray to your God of creation,” Jacob said, trying to take me in his arms.

“I’m not a child, Jacob. And I will keep praying to my Lord, no matter what the world of the bloodbreeder's has caused the rest of the normal world to believe us to be. He can’t be proud of the violence that we cause, but He has to understand the reason behind our actions. One day others will think differently.” Then I turned my back and wiped the tears out of my eyes, before they could give away the sorrow that was killing my broken heart. “I don’t know what that man thought that cross was gonna do. We practically live in cemeteries that are full of them?”

....................

Book four is much more mental than metal and I am excited to see what the bloodbreeder peeps think about it. : ) It's release date will be set as soon as my editor sends the manuscript back to me... and she is very good and very fast!!! Our full plan is to have Lies Beneath London on Amazon this month~

Have a rockin' day all~

Cover Reveal...BLOODBREEDERS: Lies Beneath London...Book 4

The time has finally come for Renee to face the one thing that she had searched for, even more, than those who met their demise at the end of her blade.  What else will she find in the dark, dank tunnels under the city of London, England? What lies beneath its depths other than the sinister occurrences of its long past?

Dealing with seeing her maker for the first time, Renee soon finds out that the evils of London are not the only thing causing her to question; not only the order of power in the city and their deeds, but the ways of her beloved, Martin.

Most in the small bloodbreeder group know they have to use more mental strategy than their weapons if they are to gain control of the entire surrounding area, but others disagree. If any harms an innocent, let the punishment fit the crime. How many will pay with their dark lives for the unthinkable acts, done in the secrecy of night?

Thank you so much, Rebel Angel Designs...I absolutely LOVE it!!!

Last Day To Get Them All FREE!!!

Snag All Three Bloodbreeder Books FREE Today Only!!!

 

Just click on the covers~

 

 

Have a rockin' weekend all...Big Hugs~

Happy Birthday To Me...Get 1, 2 and 3 FREE FREE FREE of my BLOODBREEDERS SERIES~

That's right they are back, and I want to share them with the world...so, I am giving all three away for five days starting today on my birthday.

Just click on the covers and they will take you to the links to snag them!!!

 



Not once in her life did farm girl Renee Crocker, imagine she would encounter a world found only in the minds of myth-seeking men. Although what they sought were not always unheard of in other parts of the world, those very things they found would all be a complete mystery to the town folk of Burkett, Texas.

Renee’s life changed late one evening during supper, when a handsome stranger came knocking on the door of the Crocker family farm house… and was invited inside. It didn’t take long for Renee to discover a great number of things that people in her neck of the woods couldn’t even begin to contemplate. The dark of night took on a whole new meaning and the once vulnerable, young country woman finds herself struggling to survive in a world that demand she live forever in darkness.

 

 

 

Renee thought she had gone through the worse nightmare thought possible, but little did she know that more danger lurked in every shadow. Her intentions were to go back to Cuba and fulfill a promise made to ‘the two’ that helped her escape an unbelievable hell.

What she discovers on her return, changes her destiny and places her on a path that could only be imagined by the morbidly insane. Many questions remain… will she be able to fulfill the needs that have taken hold of what little heart she has left? Can the faith of a country girl turned breeder, with the help of those who would follow her into hell itself… be enough? Or will they find themselves in a situation that no one could get them out of?

 

 

Many things had come to pass long before their journey began, and they knew the time had come to seek for others. The wicked ways of the Bloodbreeders had to be stopped even if it meant they would breathe their last breath in the efforts to make that happen. For centuries many had endured unspeakable acts and heinous torture at the hands of those they were forced to call “Master”. Renee was not one who could sit by and watch it continue. Not if she could do something to bring this madness down.

Abducted not long after she was brought into this world of darkness, she fortunately fared better than most and did not witness years of abuse as the others had, and used that to her advantage. Now Renee had gathered a small group who would follow her into hell itself to see the Bloodbreeder world change and change for the good of all. Even if it meant they had to travel the world killing the wicked to set the innocent free…no matter who may die along the way.

 

***

 

I would love to share the book cover of book four, Lies Beneath London with you, but it's not ready at this time, but I will share a small excerpt from the book with you. I'll do my best to make sure there are no spoilers...most who have read book three might be a bit upset. ; )

 

Excerpt: Bloodbreeders: Lies Beneath London

 

A piece from Ch. 17

 

An hour later we were winding our way through a broken down, two story building, that was made from wood, not stone as I thought it would have been, being everything standing tall that I had seen so far had been. It was as gray as the street was black. The wood crumbled under the weight of my shoes, as I followed the others over the fallen debris. The deeper we made our way into the fallen depths of the city the darker it became and the thoughts of my walking in the fresh night air with the open sky above my head disappeared. The smells of stench was nothing like that of the enclosed tunnels, but it held the hint of death regardless. Rats scurried across the broken cobblestone streets, as we showed a force of power walking in a group as big as the one we had.

Derek bumped Jacob on the side and lifted his head toward an alleyway that had four young youths standing lazily about watching us as we past. I thought I heard the faint sound of purring, and turned my attention to Fala who was still in his animal form at Jacob request. He said he thought it would be best if those who lived in the Narrows saw our group walking with a beast that they were used to seeing and one that they knew better than to mess with.  Fala paid no attention to the four letting me know they were no threat to us, but I could swear the purr sound that I was hearing wasn’t coming from the wolf behind me, but the four youths watching us from the alley. I looked over staring for a long while as we moved by. Two of the boys looked at each other and started laughing. It was then that I knew where the purring sound was coming from. Their teeth were just like the teeth of the dead men hanging on the dungeon walls of Cheree’s estate. They were cat people, and the first I had ever seen alive.

I had asked Jacob why he called this area the Narrows, and he said because he knew no other name for it, and it was what they called the ruins of the city around France, a place that he and Cates knew well. “We are being followed,” Fala said in a voice as low as his large stature would allow. When I whispered back asking if it were the four standing in the alley, he just shook his massive head once replying that it was not. Jacob stopped turning his head to the right, gripping the blade on his hip. Each of us followed suit.

“The elder’s assassins have found us,” he hissed through clinched teeth sliding his blade from its sheath. Tammy and I both squatted to the ground spinning out to the side looking for any signs of movement, while Fala and Derek put their backs to us looking in the direction we were not. Jacob, and Cates, took a fighting crouch; Jacob turning his blade in a figure eight motion as Cates popped his neck to the side. Garvin mimicked their stance holding his blade out in front of him with his back to theirs.

An ear piercing scream rang out raising every hair on the back of my neck. It didn’t sound like a normal or breeder, it was far too high pitched. Several more rang out, with loud hissing and roars of howls much like Fala’s, but with nowhere the embodiment of his deep guttural outburst. These were more like the cries of two wild cats fighting, only these wild cats sounded twice the size and like they were fighting for their lives. The four youths must have stepped out behind us at the wrong time. In an abrupt fashion everything fell silent.

“Ready yourselves,” Jacob called back, taking his weapon with both hands turning his body in a sideway position.

“I can’t see anything,” Tammy said as she and I stood straighter.

No more than the words left her lips a body dropped down in between Derek, and the three of us that were grouped together. He looked down and out of nowhere took a blade across his upper back. He yelled out dropping to his knees as Jacob brought his blade up just in time to stop the assassin, dress in such a manner that he blended perfectly with our surrounding, from taking Derek’s head off at the shoulders. Another black figure went over the top of our heads so fast that I would have missed it if not for the small pieces of rubble falling from the bottom of his feet. Fala sliced at open air, missing the dark figure as the assassin’s feet connected with his snout, knocking him backwards and into the decayed wood of a building going right into the unknown beyond. Tammy instinctively put her arm around me and pulled me behind her. I wrapped my free hand around hers as we looked for the figure to strike again.

Jacob and the first masked assassin swung blade to blade matching each other’s move as if they had study side by side. Cates pushed Garvin aside and dove knocking Tammy and I to the ground as we heard metal hit and saw sparks fly. Cates’ arm never stop as he pulled back feeling the tip of his blade make contact and a distinct grunt confirming it. Cates rolled and was on his feet holding his blade out waiting for his enemy to advance, with Tammy and I, being pushed back toward the rotting wall where Fala had disappeared. Garvin was dragging Derek who was trying to get to his feet in our direction, as Jacob and the other assassin kicked, leaping in the air, swinging their blades like they were attached to some kind of invisible strings. The assassin kicked out hitting Jacob in the upper chest knocking him back several feet, then ran at him. Jacob slid on both feet never falling to the ground, stopping with a loud fighting yell, kicking his foot straight up as the assassin was bringing his blade down. The assassin’s head went back as his body arched in midair, blood flying from his mouth as the mask tore from his face leaving him with only a hood to hide the pale glow of his bloodbreeder flesh.

Jacob took in a deep breath and stormed on heavy feet, yanking the assassin up by the back of his black fitted suit. He yelled out and raised his blade coming down only to have it blocked with a counter blade and taking a fist on the side of his face. Jacob stumbled back, angrily spitting blood on the ground looking sideways at his query, and jumped up into the air at the same time the assassin did. In unison the blades hit, sparks showered down as their feet landed hard, and both stood face to face with their arms above their heads locked hand and blade staring into familiar eyes. Jacob, had he not known better would have sworn he was looking back at Jessica, and the one looking at him held the same shock as he looked back at Jacob. He kicked Jacob in the stomach, knocking him backwards, then ran to his fallen companion and pulled him to his feet. The assassin turned back and looked at Jacob as he got to his feet staring  in disbelief, then disappeared into the alley without as much as a sound.

“Why didn’t you kill him when you had the chance?” Cates asked, turning Jacob to see if he had been wounded.

“I don’t know, Cates. There was something about him… how is Derek, and Fala?”

“I’m fine, but it hurts like hell,” Derek replied with Tammy probing his back.

“The slice is a long one but it’s not deep,” she said, dabbing at the wound with a piece of her shirt.

Noise came from the half standing building behind us and we all jumped to our feet, ready for another attack. Two of the youth’s that we had seen in the alley had Fala the werewolf under his fur covered arms helping him through the debris covered floor of the place that was once someone’s home. He stepped through the hole his body had made first, then turned and took the hand of one of the youth’s helping him out next. We watched until they were out with no one saying anything, because of the sheer shock of seeing them with Fala, and secondly, because I for one didn’t know what to say.

“They killed our brother’s,” one said. “I’m Luther, and this is my brother, Lane. We can show you the way through the forbidden zone. We know who you are.”

“Who are we, Luther?” I asked stepping up, sliding my blade back in its sheath.

“You are the ones. You come to stop them from killing our people, it is being told all over the city,” he replied, blinking bright green eyes at me.

 

(Please forgive my typos...this has not been edited. )

 

***

 

Hope you all enjoy my Bloodbreeder babies...You will not soon forget them! Book four will release soon~ And the adventure will continue after book five, from the year 1936 right on into the now in book six. The first five books are the first two years of the main key character's walk into darkness and the family that she gains and the ones she loses along that dark ride. Absolutely not for the faint of heart...very graphic in the violence department...I like to think of this series as the other side of the paranormal vampire world, the side no one wants to talk about.

Big Happy Birthday Hugs to YOU from ME~

 

 

One of the best cover artist out there and the one that does all my covers!!!

 

 

 

 

 

My Newest and Next Project~

Starting a new project as I correct my next release: Short Stories of Twisted Tales...The release after Bloodbreeders 4: Lies Beneath London....

A collection of ten of my short horror reads.

Her Blood: My new project, is another vampire tale with a new twist~

The night Kelly Roberts was attack by a rogue vampire who wanted nothing more than to rape her of her blood and then rob what little money she had, would change her reclusive existence forever... and leave the rogue dead from a simple drink of her blood???

Many rogues had taken over the nights of the south side of the city and those who were unfortunate enough to live in that area had to keep their wits about them, if they wanted to stay alive.... Or keep from becoming one who would soon do the same that had been done to them. Some changed, depending on how they died. If the attacker left them with their head they more than likely came back. If many fed on one, they came back manic. Most in the slums took for substance and only what they needed, then taking what their meal had in the way of cash or jewelry. If the vampire took things too far they would remove the head to keep from over populating their territory, or being tracked for their crime.  The government had band it illegal by death if a vampire was caught taking blood without permission, and their whole gang could be taken out if a member was convicted of taken a life or changing an unwilling participant.

Kelly's parents had little choice but to give her the garlic tablets when she was a small child, due to her being allergic to the bite of mosquitos and fleas. And Little Rock had it's fair share of both.  Now an adult and still taking them, with her rare blood type and the strange death of the rogue on her apartment floor, she was now wanted by the government as well as the vampire community.

The government has it plans on her for what runs through her veins and the vampires want her because she carries the cure to their demise. The bitch of it all is.....they both want her dead!

Two males will come into her life: One will be human and one will be a vampire!  One will want to love her in every way, one will be repulsed and both will do it in secrecy. One will betray her while the other will truly try to save her life. Who will work for whom and which one will she choose? Kelly is in for the fight of her life and she will have to come up with many ways to survive both man and beast.

 

I cannot get this story out of my head and have already started it. ; )

Have a great day...Big Hugs~

 

 

Happy Valentine's Day~

 

 

 

Happy Valentine's Day All.....

 

 

 

 

 

Hope you all have the best day ever.... and even better night!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Werewolves, Erotic Romance and Chaos~ Arrival of the Prophecy has it all...

 

The book that saw more trouble than a barnyard full of chickens... with a pack of coons on the prowl..LOL Now on it's third edition and published by me, it seems to be on the right track. ; ) Due to this being the month of love and my big day, I thought I would put my favorite love story on sell, on Amazon and on All Romance~

 

 

 

For many centuries the shape-shifters of the world have lived in chaos, fighting clan against clan and breed killing breed. All Were-beings knew of the prophecy that spoke of the ones who would come and bring peace to those who lived among the humans in secrecy. And to those who lived under the thumb of an overbearing ruler. A Wolf King who gained his thrown after the death of his parents, killed by the hands of a crazed matriarch, she-ruler, of the foulest shape-shifting kind…, finds what Mother Earth places in all unnatural being’s soul mates. The other half of his soul and the one thing that can set the prophecy on its foretold path. Only, Sky Delaney is no shape shifter.

What will Anthony the clan leader do once he realizes the other half of his soul is in a frail, pure… Human? His beast has made its choice; the question is… will the human comply?

Excerpt:

She was holding the second half-eaten steak in her hands, when her front door flew open, crashing into the bookshelf behind it. Sky jumped up grabbing the back of the chair, throwing it toward the kitchen door, which led into the living room. She spun around and grabbed a knife from the butcher block, when Anthony came sliding into the living room hollering out her name. Sky cleared her throat and watched as he turned in slow motion to look at her.


“What’s the matter, Sky? Why is your phone busy?”


“I...” she started then looked down at the knife, then quickly set it down on the counter. “I didn’t even know my phone was busy. I just wanted to talk.”


“So you told my butler that you were having an emergency?” he questioned as he sternly walked toward her.


“Why are you so upset?” she said, holding her hands out while she stepped to the right, keeping her body pressed to the kitchen counter.


“Do I really have to explain that?” he replied, staring at her. “What was so important?”


“What was I supposed to say? I want him to come screw my brains out before my body burns up, would that be more appropriate?” she spoke before thinking.


Anthony started to say something then froze with his mouth partially open.


Sky looked up at him then shook her head and tried to leave the room only to have him grab her by the arm. When she wouldn’t look up he put his other hand under her chin and lifted it, then ran his fingers back through her hair. She closed her eyes, leaning her head into the palm of his hand as it passed by her cheek. Sky reached up taking a hold of Anthony’s arm and walking closer until her body pressed up against his. She pulled her arm away from his grip, running her hands up under his coat, pushing it off at his shoulders, letting it drop to the kitchen floor. She then turned her attention to unbuttoning his black silk shirt.


“This feels nice,” she said, spreading his shirt and kissing his chest. “Must have been a fancy meeting.” Then she pulled it from his pants.


“Sky, are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, pushing her back by the shoulders.


“I’m burning up here! Ya think we can discuss this later?” she said, jumping up wrapping her legs around his waist, as she held on to his neck. “I know you want me, I can smell it. Isn’t that what you always say?”


That was all Anthony needed to hear. He spun her around sitting her up on the counter and lifted her tank top over her head, kissing her neck while rubbing every part of her flesh that his hands could find. She moaned leaning back with her eyes closed, not breaking her focus even when her head smacked the cabinet behind her. Anthony’s mouth had just found the most delicate part of her breast when he smiled, stood up and gently caressed the back of her head which was throbbing mildly. He lifted her off the counter and into the air, and then slowly lowered her to the floor. He took her hand and pulled her gently into the living room, only to find the very same officer standing in the open doorway that Anthony hadn’t bothered to shut. A highly embarrassed Sky dove back into the kitchen as Anthony set things in order.


“It’s safe, you can come out now,” Anthony said laughing.


“Do you think he saw my boobs?”


“If he didn’t, I’m sure he will soon enough,” he replied, stepping through the kitchen door and right up to Sky. “We do gather a lot, and some of us like to come as our true selves.”


“Promise me you’ll care for me forever, Anthony?” she whispered leaning her nude breasts into his rippled stomach.


“Your love will be my pleasure for all eternity.”


Sky ran her hands down his waist, lightly grabbing the top of his pants. She then sank her fingers deep behind the button on the band, coming ever so close to touching the flesh that was reaching its full potential. She grazed his flesh with the tips of her fingers, making him close his eyes and swallow, in effort to get past the tantalizing cool sensation of her hand. She started backing toward the living room with a commanding look in her eye, that plainly stated that his want was about to finally be sated. Once she reached the middle of the living room floor she went down to her knees, pulling Anthony down with her.


He never took his eyes away from Sky’s as he reached over and pushed the coffee table down to the end of the couch with one hand, while the other slid up under her left breast, lifting it so he could guide her hard nipple into his mouth.


Sky arched her back, swaying with the weight of his body pressing on hers, moaning at the immense pleasure he was providing. Anthony took his hand placing it in the middle of her back, and forcibly pulled her back up, immediately locking his mouth onto hers. Sky instinctively pushed against his chest with her hand, moving her head, trying to break his embrace. The longer they kissed, the softer his grip became. The hand that was pushing on his chest now found its way to the back of his neck, her kiss growing deeper.


Anthony broke from the kiss, looking at her with the corner of his mouth in a devilish grin and one brow raised. Sky’s heart began to race as a slight tremble started at the bend of her knees, and went to a depth which her virginity knew nothing about. Anthony’s look took on a sudden change when he started lowering her to the floor. He wrapped his arm around her lower back, so that she could straighten out her legs, and then laid her down, pressing his pelvic area up against hers while holding his upper body off of her.


“I want to please you, Sky,” he spoke as his eyes made their way over her ample breasts. “In ways you have never imagined.” Then he began sliding her boxers down over her hips.


“Anthony,” she whispered as his thumb grazed the top of her most delicate part.


“Shhh,” he insisted as his hand moved lower.


Sky’s legs tensed when he pushed her boxers further down as his lips traveled to the side of her waist, opening to a soft warm tongue that was waiting to lick across her stomach and molest her bellybutton. Sky arched her back while Anthony rolled back in-between her legs, moving his head from side to side, biting and nibbling on each hip, teasing her to the point of explosion. She started shaking her head, burying both hands into his thick black hair, unknowingly showing her innocence, driving him into an even stronger force to please her. Anthony rose up, grabbing both of her hands and pinned them out to the sides, then leaned in to work her breasts with one last oral ordeal, before working his way back downwards once more.

 

 

Have a rockin' week all~

 

Big Hugs~

 

 

One of the best cover-artist out there and one I will use as long as I am putting books on the market!

Twitter Me

 

Facebook Me