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Hearts Akilter by Catherine E. McLean {@CatherineMcLea7} #Scifi #Romance #ASMSG

HeartsAkilter_w9882 high resolutionblurbLove, vengeance, attempted murder, and a bomb…No reason to panic.

When a medical robot insists he’s having a heart attack, Marlee Evans, a pragmatic maintenance technician, has every reason to panic. There’s a bomb inside him.  Since Marlee can’t risk the bomber discovering she’s found the device, her only option is to kidnap Deacon Black, an unflappable bomb expert, and secretly convince him to disarm it.  Things go slightly awry when Deacon sets a trap for someone who is trying to kill him, and inadvertently captures Marlee instead.  Instantly intrigued by her refreshingly forthright and gutsy attitude, he’s smitten.  Unfortunately for Deacon, Marlee recently hardened her heart and swore off men, especially handsome ones with boy-next-door grins.  But as Marlee and Deacon attempt to identify and prevent the bomber from detonating the device, they discover that love may be the most explosive force of all.

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By Catherine E. McLean @ 2015

The bomb. Right. Dismantle the bomb. In this lift? No, that was insane. “Marlene, if the bomb goes off accidentally—”

“It’ll blow the station to kingdom come?”

He nodded.

“Not to worry.”

She said that with such nonchalance that he found himself speechless. He cleared his throat. “Why not? Did you snatch the portable Bomb Disposal Unit, too?”


“What’s better than a BDU?”

“Garbage incinerators.”

“What?” He glanced out into the darkness beyond the lift.

Giant machinery stood silhouetted and veiled in shadows. “Where are we?”

“Deck forty-three, Ring D zero three. Relax. Don’t panic.  They once accidentally incinerated a torpedo in number four, over yonder.”

She pointed to the left. “Nobody heard or felt it explode, and there wasn’t even a drail’s worth of damage done to the incinerator, or anything else.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It happened three years ago. I was there, a deck above.

Never mind.”

Henry manipulated his finger appendage, grabbing and briefly tugging the shirt sleeve of Deacon’s good arm. “Marlee would never lie about anything so important.”

“Does she lie about unimportant things?” He instantly regretted his caustic remark.

“I do not know.” Henry spun sideways, facing Marlee. “Do you lie about unimportant things, Marlee?”

“I have been known to tell a white lie now and then to spare someone’s feelings, but on the whole—” She looked away from Henry.

As her blacker than black eyes met his gaze, Deacon felt pinned to the wall.

Besides Catherine being a wife and mother, she has ridden and exhibited Morgan Sport Horses. She’s an avid CatherineEMcLeanclothing and costume designer, an award-winning amateur photographer, a 4-H leader, and a Red Hatter who loves bling.

She lives on a farm nestled in the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains of Western Pennsylvania. In the quiet of the countryside, she writes fantasy, futuristic, and paranormal stories where a reader can escape to other worlds for adventure and romance.

Her short stories have appeared in hard-copy and online anthologies and magazines. Besides having two novels published, soon to be released is her lighthearted fantasy/sci-fi romance HEARTS AKILTER. Catherine also gives writing workshops, both online and in-person. A schedule is posted at http://www.writerscheatsheets.com/workshops.html

Catherine’s website for writers is  http://www.WritersCheatSheets.com and she blogs at http://writerscheatsheets.blogspot.com/

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Defiler (Preyfinders #3) by @CariSilverwood #Giveaway #erotic #scifi #ASMSG

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Book 3

Cari Silverwood

Genre: erotic scifi/ fantasy

Publisher: Cari Silverwood

Date of Publication: July 28th, 2015

ISBN: 9781310083327

ASIN: B0115U83RU

Number of pages: 156

Word Count: 77,000

Cover Artist: Cari Silverwood


Talk dirty to me, scifi

In my misspent youth, I was a voracious reader and among the many genres I tried and devoured was science fiction. This was hardcore scifi where no fictional spaceship was allowed to blast off in a story, and no warp-travelling wormhole was allowed to send you hurtling across the galaxy, unless the author could explain it somehow with physics and maths.

Hard science fiction. So hard your brain melted a bit reading them.

Now? I’d rather my stories melt panties. Defiler is a part of the Preyfinder series and the only hard in this scifi are the men. It’s a dirty, depraved story world but with a plot that will make you bite your nails and scream a little as the ending rolls toward you. I’ve even thrown in lashings of fantasy because it made the story far more FUN. Fun is what I need in my stories, along with the sex. This is an erotic tale and though some of the romantic/ erotic scifi out there is light on plot, that’s not this book. If I can’t make you wonder what in all the seven realms of alien hell is about to happen in this one, I’ve not done my job.

Imagine a mash-up of Serenity or Star Wars along with some epic fantasy stirred in with a few orgies from Game of Thrones and you have Defiler.

Since I do like dubious consent in my stories, you’ll find that a part of the sexuality, but there’s never any doubt that Talia is having the time of her life. Many women have rape fantasies (one of the commonest sexual fantasies of women) and erotic reads like these are as safe, sane, and consensual a way to indulge those fantasies as anyone can get. Not exactly bodice ripper in space, but that is the general background theme in the Preyfinder stories.

Talia is no pushover, though she has a lust for big, alien men with sexual equipment to die for, she’s also a strong, brave, and smart forensic pathologist. A man tangles with her at the risk of having his spleen removed with a swish of her katana. Read Defiler and find out how Brask and Dassenze manage to dodge her sword and drag her into bed with them.


blurbOur Earth is on the edge of destruction, our cities are pocked with missile craters, and beneath the surface the alien factory queen lurks.

Four women of power may be our saviors. The last is Talia. Gifted by earth magic with a mastery of edged weapons, she’s a katana-wielding, geek chick with a loathing of alpha men. Although mating enhances magic, she knows bonding with aliens must surely be wrong. Besides, her destined bond mate, Brask, is an Igrakk warrior of the caveman persuasion. One dominant male is bad enough. Dassenze, the alien man-god in the flesh, also desires her and no isn’t a word he appreciates.

As they near their target, Talia’s man problems become the lesser of many evils, for the factory queen awaits them with her nerve chewers and her drills. The price for being avenging, kickass heroines could be a messy death.

Warning: Dominance and submission themes, hot aliens, and violence. Mild horror too if you’re squeamish.

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Talia approached the door, chair in hand, feeling like a lion tamer, and wedged the chair against the door knob. It worked in the movies.

“Go away! I’ll come and see you after I’m done. To talk about whatever it is you want to talk about.”

“If you’re there, on the other side, you can let me in.”

He was going to wait for her to let him in? Ho hum and yawn.

“No, I cannot. Asshole.” She said that to herself as she backed away, grinning. There was a thrill to calling Brask bad names, akin to poking a monkey with a stick. A big, slightly-annoyed monkey.

His sigh sounded exasperated. “Do you have any idea how good my hearing is? Or whatever this other sense is. I can tell when you’re aroused.”

She snorted. “Tough.”

His next move was to smash his fist through the door, sending splinters flying, then he shoved aside the chair and opened the door from the inside.

“Damn,” she muttered. “Impressive.”

Running on ceilings was impressive too but this was a whole other realm – a man who would smash down a door to get to her.

Scary as hell.

Keeping her expression defiant was difficult. She found herself cycling between a smirk and an oh-shit-what-have-I-done expression. Fear had some plusses. Excitement for one. He wouldn’t hurt her and she wasn’t going to hurt him, but her heart was pounding away like it wasn’t sure.

Now she had an annoyed Brask on her side of the door. He kicked it farther open and took a step inside as the handle hit the wall and the door swung back in a foot.

“I see you’re ready for me. Nice underwear.”

Breathless, she gathered her reply. “I wasn’t expecting guests. Maybe you should leave?”

“I only just arrived. But if you insist.” But then he stepped closer, until she had to tilt her head back farther to keep the encounter eye-to-eye. Between the width of his shoulders, general body bulk, and the way his blond spiky hair seemed ready to brush the ceiling, he was making her feel like a small female snack.

Never look away from a predator, right? On shuffling back a step, she found the coffee table pressing at her bare legs.

Insolently and probably stupidly, she angled a brow. “Leaving means going in the other direction.”

“It does?”


He crowded her some more until only inches separated them and she could feel his body heat. She didn’t dare shut her eyes. She was faster than him, but that wasn’t everything. Not at all. But he didn’t lunge at her, instead he very deliberately reached out and around her, with both hands, and took a grip of the back of her hair. Then he screwed both hands in and twisted, thoroughly trapping her.

Something stopped her resisting. Probably raw unadulterated lust. She licked her lips, waiting. When he remained silent, she couldn’t resist asking a question.

“Now what are you going to do? My hairstyle?”


Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and dark erotic fiction.

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night. She has an ornery nature as well as a lethal curiosity that makes her want to upend plots and see what falls out when you shake them.

When others are writing bad men doing bad things, you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.

This might be because she comes from the land down under, Australia, or it could be her excessive consumption of wine.

Freaking out readers is her first love and her second love is freaking out the people living in her books. Her favorite hobby is convincing people she has a basement…though she really doesn’t. Promise.

If it existed it would be a terrifying place where you would find all the dangerous things that you never knew you craved.

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The Sephra’s Tear by @RobynBachar #Giveaway #Fantasy #ASMSG

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Just One Spell

Book One

Robyn Bachar

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Robyn Bachar

Date of Publication: 06/01/15

ISBN: Ebook 978-0-9963490-1-7

ISBN: Print 978-0-9963490-0-0


Number of pages: 318

Word Count: 63,770

Cover Artist: Amygdala Design

blurbJust one spell will change their fates…

Cordelia is a pawn of House Dorchada—a notorious noble family comprised of thieves, assassins and dark wizards. Desperate to avoid their poisonous politics, Cordelia plotted her escape for years, but her carefully laid plans are jeopardized when her father commands her to marry an aged lord of Frostever.

With only a few short months left before her wedding, Cordelia’s salvation hinges on creating a Sephra’s Tear—a forbidden amulet that causes overwhelming lust in its victim. A black market buyer promises a life-changing amount of coin as payment for the Tear, but being caught creating it carries a death sentence.

Two wizards are needed to produce the passion to fuel the erotic spell, so Cordelia recruits the aid of peasant wizard Nathaniel Ravenwood. Nathaniel has long denied his desire for the beautiful Cordelia. As a noblewoman and a Dorchada she is as dangerous to Nathaniel as a viper, but the fortune she offers is a temptation he can’t refuse.

Dealing in dark magic comes with a price, and Cordelia and Nathaniel risk losing their freedom—and their hearts. Their fates depend on the one spell that will free them, or destroy them.

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“Have you made your decision?” she blurted.
“I have. I see you have quite a few books on Majera.”
Cordelia frowned at the change in subject. “And here I thought I’d done a good job of hiding them. I don’t want to appear too interested, lest they look for us there.”
“What will you do there? They are strict about punishing wizards who cast illegal spells.”
“The Tear will be my first and last illegal spell. I imagine we’ll do much the same that we do here—sell potions and robes.”
“You won’t live like this if you do.” Nathaniel waved a hand at their opulent surroundings.
“All this is a gilded cage. I’d rather starve as a wizard than live comfortably as a bored lady of the house.”
He shook his head. “I doubt you’ve ever gone hungry.”
“Would you give up your magic and live a life where you’re expected to only concern yourself with the goings on in the kitchen and the quality of the linens? Oh, and be expected to pleasure a stranger forty years your senior whenever he wishes, for the express purpose of providing him with mageblooded children? Children who will undoubtedly be sold one day to seal some political deal, just as you were?”
“I’m sure it’s not so terrible.” His expression was skeptical, and she shook her head.
“Spoken like a man. Most noblewomen are little more than broodmares in a luxurious stable. I want more than that.” Cordelia pushed the thoughts away, determined not to dwell further on Lord Eben. Nathaniel studied her with a thoughtful expression, and she was distracted by how tall he was—even taller than her brother Alexander, who had loomed over her like an ill-tempered mountain since they were children.
“Are you going to help me create the Tear?” she asked.
“Yes, I am.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“Do not thank me, my lady. My poverty has overwhelmed my better sense, otherwise I wouldn’t agree to this. But I have done some research these past few days, reading about similar lust spells, and as I understand it the Sephra’s Tear is quite unique. We can’t approach this like any other simple spell or potion.”
Cordelia’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Oh? Why not?”
Taking her hands in his, he drew her over to the divan. Nathaniel ran his thumbs across her knuckles and she shivered at his touch. “A Sephra’s Tear is more than just a lust spell. That is part of what makes it difficult to cast. Any pair of wizards can manage the basic…physical requirements of a lust spell, but a Tear needs the intense pleasure that results from truly understanding your partner’s needs. It requires intimate knowledge. Not just of how to please each other, but how to prolong the experience enough to create a potent Tear.” Nathaniel paused, as though searching for the right words to explain before continuing. “If you’ll forgive the example, it is the difference between having a lover and visiting a whore.”
“I see.” Cordelia licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. “I hadn’t considered that.” She had never let anyone know her so intimately—Cordelia’s previous lovers had only seen the polite facade of the Lady Dorchada. She had never trusted any lover enough to be completely honest with them.
“Are you certain you still wish to do this?”


Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires and gratuitous violence againstthe kitchen sink. Her books have finaled twice in the PRISM Contest for Published Authors, twice in the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards. As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.

You can find Robyn online at http://www.robynbachar.com and on Twitter at @RobynBachar.

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Book Feature: The Red King by Kate Hill #romance #Fantasy #ASMSG


The Red King
by Kate Hill
Erotic Fantasy Romance
ISBN: 9781419993534
Available July 01, 2015

blurbTorn from her beloved convent home, Delia is forced to marry Areus of Lortia. The contract states she must deliver an heir within a year or the marriage can be annulled. Delia vows to control her fate by ensuring there will be no child–until she is mesmerized by Areus, the proud, virile warrior king.

Areus agrees to marry Delia to gain her father’s army to continue his fight against Hypatios, the mad prince of Zaltana. He doesn’t expect to fall in love with a convent-reared mouse, but from the first, Delia rouses his lust and touches his heart.

Their life together hangs in the balance as the war with Zaltana advances and Areus discovers Hypatios is far more than just his sworn enemy.


Delia prepared the necessary tools, then approached and unwound the bandages. Beneath them, a slash ran down the length of his ribs. It was fairly shallow, but she shuddered to think of what might have happened if the blade had gone any deeper. As he’d guessed, several stitches were torn, although they had been carefully and skillfully sewn.

“You shouldn’t have ridden here like this,” she said.

“It’s enough I insulted you by being late. Short of death or takeover, I had no intention of postponing our wedding.”

His words actually touched her. She hadn’t expected him to be so considerate. “Under the circumstances, I would have forgiven the insult.”

“But your father might not.”

Her stomach tightened. Her father. It was the king he had been concerned with offending. It reminded her again that their marriage was about politics, not family. Still his bluntness annoyed her and she started cleaning his wound less gently than she should have.

He flinched a bit and drew a sharp breath.

“You call yourself a healer, woman? My horse would be gentler.”

“I was under the impression a rugged warrior such as yourself was impervious to pain.”

He glanced at her. “Are you always this peevish? I’ll give you fair warning, Lortia is no place for a spoiled princess. Remember, you are now a queen. I expect you to act like it.”

Delia’s stomach knotted. “You expect? You and my father rip me from the only real home I’ve ever known and order me into a country constantly at war with the most powerful kingdom in the land. My father wants a beast to protect the gates of his realm and you want a broodmare. You should both rot, along with most of the men in this world.”

“For a virgin reared in a convent, you have a foul tongue in your head. I wonder if it’s sweeter when not used for speaking.”

“What– I can’t believe you just– What kind of animal are you–” He silenced her by dragging her onto his lap and covering her mouth in a kiss that was like nothing she’d ever imagined.

Purchase Links: http://kate-hill.com/theredking.html


Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.

When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and spending time with her family and pets.

She enjoys hearing from readers and she can be contacted at katehill@sprintmail.com. Kate also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.

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Books 1-3 in the Psychic Ménage Series are out! #Erotic #Romance #ASMSG Catch up on your reading. Book four is on the way!

I wanted to share the new cover for the Print copy of Sinful Surrender


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Exposed Ecstasy has it too … did you see it yet? YES, I’m an international and nation bestselling author! I hope those who haven’t read the Psychic Ménage series will jump in and give me a try. I promise not to disappoint! If you’re interested just click the links to buy!


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Dreamwalker by K.A. M’Lady #Giveaway #Fantasy #Paranormal #Erotica

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K.A. M’Lady

Genre:  Fantasy, Paranormal, Erotica

Publisher:  Mojocastle Press

Date of Publication:  3/8/15

ISBN:  9781601802057

Number of pages:  72

Word Count: 18138

Cover Artist:  Vanessa Hawthorne

blurbIn a time when legends ruled ~

Deep in the heart of the Kelljek Mountains the Wolf People of Elnorn follow the ways of Odin – living and dying by the sword.

An untried warrior king must find truth in the darkness ~

Gararic – warrior and ruler wages war against the dark arts of the Black Witch, Dianaria and finds he must battle for more than just his people’s freedom. Will he find the truth he seeks on the sweet taste of her lips or will treachery destroy him and his people?

To be set free, one only needs to dream ~

A Dreamwalker by birth, Dianaria knows her fate and her future lies with the warrior king. Can love conquer the shadows of betrayal and hate?

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Lightning and thunder danced through the sky in a symmetrical glow, roaring through the cliffs. Gararic hurried up narrow winding paths of loose shale. It would take him a morning’s time in good weather to get up the path to the Perch. With the storm riding the edge of the sky, he needed to be there sooner and by the looks of the storm clouds, their darkening, heavy weight would not hold for long.

As lightning continued to arc across the sky, illuminating his way in intervals, each step grew more precarious as the small stones beneath his feet crumbled and the incline grew steeper. Halfway up the rocky path, the heavens opened up, unleashing the storm in all its fury, pelting Gararic with sleet and rain and soaking through his garments within moments.

Thor’s Hammer! He quickened his pace, all the while keeping the opening to the cave in sight. In a flash of light bright enough to warm the heavens, a shadow appeared in the opening of the cave.

He paused to watch the light dance around the mountain, giving him an excellent view of the cave’s opening. Staring in disbelief, he cursed Dianaria freely. “Witch! I swear by Odin’s blood, if you have brought this storm to torment me, I will kill you with my bare hands.” His roar echoed off the mountain.

Is that not your wish?

Startled, Gararic turned on the trail, certain he would find her on the path beside him. But the path he climbed was empty. No one followed up the winding rocky pathway. No one could be seen in the valley below.

He reached for the hilt of his sword, certain the devil’s army was on his trail. When he looked back to the opening of the cave, it too was empty. He stood silent on the path; the icy rain sluiced down upon him, staring at the empty opening of the cave in disbelief.

“What do you know of what I wish, Witch?”

The wind silently whispered her seductive reply. Come and tell me, Gararic, Leader of the Chenia River Clan. Leader of the Wolf People of Elnorn. There are many things to know this night.

Chills of desire flowed over Gararic; her soft words danced over his body. “I’ll not barter with a dead woman!” He tightened his grip on his sword, angered at his body’s response to her.

Are you so sure? Your father was not so quick to turn me away. Her voice was sultry as a moonlit night.

Gararic cursed under his breath. An image of her in all her naked beauty, alone in the creek with winter surrounding her, instantly filled his mind. Cursing himself for a fool, he tried to let his anger rule him and turned his thoughts to his father’s death. He tried to let his rage turn to molten lava and spread through his veins, knowing it was the one thing that would keep her from affecting him.

She had killed his father. She sought to kill his people. Yet even now, she wished to barter with him for his soul. If he wished to be the victor of this battle, he could not let his baser needs affect him. She would use her womanly wiles against him if she could. And that he could not allow if he wished to live.

Amazed at her audacity, he vowed he would defeat her. He would see who was more cunning; the Witch, or the warrior. Aye, he would play her game. But it was a game that he was certain she would never win.

Bounding up the path, his anger fueling his every step, Gararic hastily made his way up the remaining length of the mountain through the snow, ice, and rain. By the time he finally reached the entrance, there was no sign of Dianaria, the cave appearing as dark as his mood.

“Too afraid to face me, I see?” He wiped the rain from his face and wrung it from the length of his sable hair.

The back of the cave burst into a brilliant red flame. Gararic jumped back, drawing his sword before him. The fire died down to a single flame. He was able to see the shadow of a woman reflected on the wall of the cave. Next to the fire stood the Witch, in all her dark glory.

At first he was unsure if she was real or another image, this time from a waking dream. His eyes narrowed, taking in the voluptuous figure before him. With her back to him, besides her lush curves, he could see the rich fall of her waist-length black hair.

She wore no cloak, and through the length and thickness of her hair he could see the glorious stretch of her legs, encased in boots to her knees. He recalled the visions from his dreams, and wondered absently if she ever wore clothes. Her feminine laughter startled him from his reverie.

“Do you intend to stand in the cold all night, warrior?” Her voice was soft and sweet as a gently flowing brook.


authorbioK.A. M’Lady lives in the ‘burbs of Chicago with her husband, her three children, and her beagle,Image4 Chevy. She’s gone to school to be a business assistant, a criminal investigator, and an insurance agent, but she’s more at home lost in the pages of mythology, myth, and fiction, in the worlds of possibility, with all the dark creatures that the night can hold. And she’s happily dragging her husband right along with her — though he questions her sanity at times.

You can find more of her mayhem on her website — http://www.kamlady.net. Or feel free to drop her a line — mladyfair12@yahoo.com. Sometimes, she does come out of the Darkness to answer her e-mail.







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#Interview and #Giveaway: Unexpected Eden by @RhennaMorgan

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Eden Series

Rhenna Morgan

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Kensington/Lyrical Press

Date of Publication: 12/29/2014

ISBN: 978-1-61650-629-2 Print

ISBN: 978-1-61650-628-5 ebook


Number of pages: 259

Word Count: 81,411

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde Media

blurbMost people believe Eden no longer exists. Lexi Merrill’s about to learn they’re wrong. A hard-working bartender with a self-sufficient backbone and a wary nature, she knows pickup lines like a second language. So, when Eryx Shantos barges into her world with too-smooth words and a body to back it up, she locks up her libido and vows to keep her distance.

Eryx has other ideas. As king of the Myren race, Eryx is duty-bound to enforce the laws preventing exposure of their existence to humans. Yet The Fates have led him through his dreams to Lexi, a temptation he doesn’t want to resist. The question—is she Myren, or human – which makes her forbidden fruit?

When Eryx’s nemesis tags Lexi as his next target, Eryx insists on taking her home where he can keep her safe. Lexi had no idea “home” would mean the one-and-only land of creation…or that she’d trigger a prophecy that could doom her newfound race.

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Hello and Welcome to my blog.

Thank you so much for having me!

First, why don’t you tell us a little bit about this book? Something that’s not in the blurb.

I’d tell you straight up–this isn’t your standard Lord of the Rings type fantasy. Something closer to Thor with a Black Dagger Brotherhood attitude would be more fitting. And man, does it have some steam to it. Life isn’t all about sex with Myrens, but when they get busy, they get busy.

What adversities did you face as an aspiring author?

Rewrites. Lots and lots of them. Every time I learned something new I realized I had to go back and apply my skills book-wide. That made for more revisions to Unexpected Eden than I care to admit, but every word was worth it.

I’d also say the emotional highs and lows were tough. Laying any piece of art out for inspection to the masses is the most vulnerable experience ever. A lot like walking through Time Square naked. (Not that I’ve done that. Yet.)

What do you believe is your best marketing tool to sell your books?

Just getting the books out there. I’m an avid reader myself. I jokingly call books my drug of choice, but the truth of the matter is, I’d die without them. The books I choose to read, I choose carefully, and I rely heavily on the recommendations of others when I look for my next fix. I figure most people are like that. So the more people I can share The Eden Series with, the better chance I have of moving up as a writer.

What do you think is the biggest misconception that readers have about authors in general?

We make loads of money and the publishing industry moves lickity-split.

So, not the case. At least not for most of us starting out. (Darn it.)

I met with a new writer just last weekend and she said, “I decided to write books because my husband is out of work and I thought I’d bring in a few dollars to help out.”

Um, no. At least not if you strive to publish traditionally. The time between signing Unexpected Eden and the actual publication date was eight months, and that doesn’t count the two months of contract fun before it.

I still wouldn’t trade a minute of the experience.

How much research do you put into your books before writing them?

I’d say the basic plot and character development marinates in my head for several months before I actually set down to write a particular book. Once I start, I dive in hard, plotting out the details and getting really clear on the physical and emotional drivers behind each character. That portion of the process takes about a month.

Why did you choose this genre to write?

If you could see me now, you’d see me shaking my head in shame…

I picked fantasy because—don’t laugh—I thought it would be easier to create my own world that to research one that already exists.

Yeah, I don’t know where the hell my head was that day. You don’t realize how freakin’ many details there are to our world until you try to create one of your own. Clothes, buildings, language, traditions, laws, regions, food…gez. If Pinterest didn’t exist I don’t know what I would’ve done.

What makes all your long hours of writing worth it?

When a reader tells me they were able to lose themselves in my imaginary world.  Swear to God, there’s nothing better. It’s complete crack to me. Makes me willing to give up lunches and weekends to write the next book. I know how moved some of my favorite authors have left me at the end of a book. If I can create that for even one person, I’ve done what I set out to do.

If you can say one thing to your readers, what would that be?

Thank you.

It sounds trite, I’m sure, but I mean it in the most sincere fashion. I choose what I read carefully because I know I only get so many precious reading minutes a day. So for those of you who pick up one of mine, I want you to know how much I appreciate you choosing to spend time with my characters in their unique worlds.

Sinfully Fun

If you were granted 3 wishes what would they be?

  • That my top five book boyfriends would all magically descend from my fictional heaven and take me to my next high school reunion. (Yes, I was an awkward youth.) Naturally, in this delightful fantasy world of mine, every girl who was nasty to me would be pea-green with envy.
  • That someone would come up with a pill to eradicate cellulite. Seriously, if I could put all my time exercising into writing, I could knock out an extra book or two a year.
  • That I’d win the lottery so I could bid my day job a fond adieu and spend all my time writing sexy romance. Hitting the bestseller list and getting massive royalties to bankroll my exit wouldn’t suck either. J

What’s your guilty pleasure?

I only get one? Damn. L

Okay, I’m gonna go with dessert. Anyone who’s known me for more than a day knows they’d better claim and guard their dessert closely when I’m around. I have a particular fondness for all things pastry and/or chocolate. And cinnamon. I’ll pass on anything banana flavored though.

Do you have any hidden talents? 😉

Absolutely not! I parade my antics around for the whole world to see. <Snicker>

No, seriously…hmmm….Okay how about these…

  • I “see” patterns.

Don’t know what else to call it. In a nutshell, if you move something from its

spot, I will see it. Drives my hubby bonkers. Especially when he’s intentionally trying to sneak something past me.

Example – “That new soccer Jersey in your closet, love? Yeah, I saw that. I thought you were going to pay down the AmEx bill, not add to it.”

  • I can break things other people can’t.

No, seriously. It sounds preposterous, but in my day-job industry (IT), I can break applications other people thought were flawless. I’ve yet to find a software bug that can hide from my awesome bug sniffing powers.

Would you rather….

Read a paperback or on an ereader?

E-reader. I was super resistant to switch at first, but once I did, I was hooked! Now that the airlines have finally pulled their heads out of their bo-hineys, the only reason I read a paper book is when I’m a) proofing my own, or b) soaking in the tub. Not only does my e-reader let me read in bed without one of those infernal reading lamps (which always ran out of batteries way too fast), I can take my whole library with me everywhere I go. This is especially handy when I meet a new romance enthusiast and I need to share notes on favorite books and authors.

Drink champagne or beer?

Champagne. Put some orange juice in it if it’s before noon just for the sake of appearances. 😉

Heels or flats?

God, I love heels. There’s nothing to give a girl’s stride more umph than a kick-ass pair of stilettos. Only problem is, my feet hate them.  So, I save the heels for my really important gigs—like cover model parties and high school reunions with my book boyfriends. J

Facebook or Twitter?

Facebook. My wit often requires more than 140 characters. (Guess that means I’m long winded, huh?) Besides that, I’m also big on eye candy and Twitter makes it tougher to enjoy the view.

Let me demonstrate…


See? How I’ve stayed out of Facebook prison so far astounds me.

Go to the beach or go to a wintery mountain retreat?

That depends. Are my book boyfriends going with me? Or am I prying my stress level off the ceiling?

If I’m de-stressing, it’s beach retreat all the way. If it’s with the aforementioned hotties, I’d say mountain retreat—completely with fireplace and lots of…um…sturdy…um…recreational surfaces. J

Is there anything else you’d like to add?

Just an open invitation to come join me in my midlife crisis, whether that’s via my oh-so vivid imagination in my books, or celebrating all things wild and sexy on social media. (Or both.) I’d love to get to know you better.  Come find me at:


https://twitter.com/rhennamorgan (@RhennaMorgan)





I hope you’ll dive into Eryx and Lexi’s adventures in Eden and, even more important, have a super awesome New Year!

See you in paradise!

Love, Rhenna


excerptLexi high-stepped it down the hall to the room she shared with Eryx. Sconces blazed to life along the walls with each step, Eryx setting them alight with his mind to light her way. Providing what you need.

Ugh. Not something she could think about right now. His sure, confident strides sounded behind her. No matter how far ahead she tried to stay, his hunger burned inside her. Stupid gift. Now that she’d somehow uncorked it, she couldn’t get it turned it off—and damned if she wasn’t a raging inferno as a result.

She’d thought asking for time would calm his fears. Maybe ease his foot off the throttle a little bit. But oh, no. She’d tugged the lion’s tail, tossed out a slab of meat, and thrown the cage door open wide.

The door to their room whipped open and thudded against the wall.

She flinched, but kept going. “You don’t need to be so melodramatic.”

She’d gone for playful, but ended up sounding like Marilyn Monroe on a heaped-up dose of Spanish Fly. Moving to the dresser, she tugged off her blue leather sandals. “Maybe we can rest later and you can teach me how to move things with my mind instead.”

Eryx ripped his tank over his head and tossed it to the floor. Smooth muscles, flexing under tight, tan skin.

She closed her gaping mouth. Tugged the lion’s tail indeed.

“I thought I’d give you something else.” He stalked her until her back met the wall and caged her with arms on either side of her head. “Something that will feed you instead of drain you.”

He ran his nose along the column of her neck and inhaled, slow and deep.

Goosebumps prickled along her forearms and her belly fluttered. “I thought you said I needed to rest.”

“You need energy. I’m going to give it to you.” He nipped her earlobe then sucked at the same spot. “You said you’ve never known family or love.” His hot breath brushed across her skin and his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “So I’ll give you that too.”

A blowtorch, insane, leave-me-here-to-die-in-glory fire blasted from her insides out. Where the hell was her caution? Her worry?

“I warned you.” He bit her lower lip and the sting zinged to her nipples. His hands abandoned the wall and caressed her back, her thin cotton tunic a nearly non-existent barrier. “You said you could take anything I threw at you.” He whipped the tunic over her head and the indigo fabric sailed to the floor behind him. “Then you’ll have me.” His gaze lowered to her bare breasts. “All of me.”


authorbioRhenna never thought a weird dream, a bucket list, and an addiction to romance novels would Image2lead her into publishing, but that’s exactly how Unexpected Eden came to life. Okay, there might have been a jillion revisions in there somewhere, and a few points where her family thought she’d lost her ever-lovin’ mind, but pretty much everyone’s accepted that this author thing is chronic.

When she’s not working on the rest of the Eden books or her naughty contemporary romances, you’ll find her chasing two precious little girls, batting eyelashes at her indulgent husband, or driving with the top down and the music up loud. Oh, and “researching” on the internet. Those half-naked men she uses for inspiration don’t download themselves.

She’d love to share her “research” with you too and get to know you a little better in the process. Find her blog, Facebook, Pinterest, and other social media links at http://www.rhennamorgan.com. Be sure to sign up for her newsletter there too for snippets, upcoming releases, and author news.

If you enjoyed Unexpected Eden, Eryx and Lexi would sure appreciate it if you shared your review at Goodreads, Amazon, or other favorite online bookstore. Lexi would make you a mean cyber-cocktail in exchange if she didn’t have her hands full with Eryx, but rumor has it they haven’t left the royal suite in days.


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