Wednesday, October 14, 2015

GET YOUR HOWL ON! DISQUIETED SOULS releases 10/16

I'm thrilled to present to you, DISQUIETED SOULS, Black Hills Wolves Book #29! What better timing than just before Halloween? If you love wolves, shifters, and hot romance, you've found the book! Pre-order and have Greyson in your hot hands on Friday morning!

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Willow Bissett, a fashion photographer, has had enough of the career that’s blackened her soul, and wants out. Her passion lies in taking pictures of nature, and she’s determined to make a living from doing it. When she stumbles upon a gruesome scene in the Black Hills Forest, her life is forever changed.

Greyson shouldn't be alive. As the runt of the litter, his mother left him to die in the wilderness. Picked up by Drew, son of the Alpha, he is adopted into the Tao Pack. Rather than living a charmed life, he lives his days alone, tormented by his abandonment and his unique appearance. His soul yearns for acceptance, peace, and closure.

Willow could be the answer to Greyson’s prayers, or the very death of him.



EXCERPT:

“Are you a fugitive from the law?”

He bared a perfect set of pearly white teeth any mother would be proud of and chuckled. “No. And I’ve never been arrested, either. You can relax.”

“So,” she pressed on, breathing easier once again, “you have a thing against the medical profession?”

He turned his face toward her, and she could now confirm his eyes, one rich amber with golden flecks, the other the deepest blue, were as beguiling as she’d figured. “You could say I’m a fast healer. I’ll be fine in a couple of days…Willow.”

When he spoke her name, it was as though he’d spread a coat of silky chocolate over her entire body and licked every ounce of it off with his tongue. Her palms tingled, her face flushed, and she shifted in her seat to ease the growing ache down low.

“Fast is one thing, but you’d need to be supernatural to bounce back from these wounds in a couple of days. Insert foot in mouth, Will.” She groaned and dropped her head into her hands.

“What do you mean?” His voice returned to a shaky whisper, but she heard him just fine.

She shrugged off her embarrassment and peered up at him. Enough dancing around the issue. She needed answers now that he was conscious and looking all delicious despite his injuries. So, she ignored his question and asked the first of many of her own. “Who are you?”

“My name is Greyson. Thanks for fixing me up. I’m sure you did an awesome job.”

“You’re welcome. I’m no doctor, but I make a damn good triage nurse in the wilderness when I need to. Back to you, Greyson. What the hell are you? And what actually happened out there? I can only guess, but I want the whole story. From the beginning. I don’t think it’s too much to ask…considering.”

“What if it is?”

“What if it is what?”

“Too much to ask.”


Sunday, September 13, 2015

Health and the Romance Writer

I've finally joined the ranks of those with chronic illnesses. It's not a grand achievement, I assure you. My chronic illness has barreled into my life and disturbed the foundation of who I am all the way down to the cellular level. At its least invasive, it's upset plans. At its most evil, its ripped apart my life to the point where I don't know from one moment to the next what's going to happen or how I'm going to feel.

What does this have to do with writing romance? EVERYTHING.

For the past six months, since my diagnoses, other issues have tagged along for the ride. What's a great way to kill creativity and romantic thoughts? What's the best way to derail a writing career?

ILLNESS. DEPRESSION.

I've had rallying moments since my life turned upside down, but creativity is whimsical, fickle, and best suited for the healthy me. The sick me thrives on coloring, watching foreign movies, being silent, curling up in bed. The sick me doesn't allow romantic ruminations or creative fantasies, nor joy for extended periods of time, just short bursts. The healthy me thrives on optimism and happiness, idealism, fantasy, and romance.

What used to be a flow of words nearly too fast for my fingers to type has become arduous and painful most of the time. My joy and passion for writing ebbs and flows with the level of sickness I experience from day to day. The situation is untenable. I must find a way to create beauty and story despite illness. I'm still learning how to deal with my new health status, so any advice you may have is welcomed.

For now, I'm blessed to have 2 Paranormal Romances releasing: Burning Sage, September 24th, and Disquieted Souls, October 16th. Here are their beautiful covers...



Sunday, June 14, 2015

Where do YOU find your romantic settings?

When I begin my journey into a new story, I find I like to begin with the setting. The WHERE to set the romance can be a hard decision to make. We have to decide if we're going someplace local or far away. A place we've actually been to or a place we'd love to visit. A destination that's ordinary or exotic. Even  real versus imagined!

I began setting my stories in places I knew or had been to personally. I live in Arizona, and have been to Sedona and can see the Superstition mountains no matter where I'm at. I've even been to Las Vegas, where one of the stories ventures. All PERFECT settings for my paranormal series, The Brethren. Years ago, I visited an island in between the forks of Long Island, in New York, called Shelter Island. Great name and cool island to base my dark paranormal series, Book Waitress.

Having been to places already affords us the luxury of being our own primary source of information. We know what the architecture is like. We remember how the air felt- humid or dry- and if our hair curled from the mugginess. We know when we can properly place a severe storm, be it snow or rain. And our knowledge goes on to feed our descriptions.

If we set our romances on places we've never been, we need to be able to tap into someone's brain and cull as many sensory experiences as we can to bring this new setting to life for reader engagement and enjoyment. I typically use online research which entails looking at many photos, visiting sites like travel sites, and even contacting travel blog writers for their personal take on that particular setting. If at all possible, I reach out to folks on social media to see if anyone has been to where I'm setting a story. Sometimes, that works out nicely, as in Finding Lost, that's set in Isla Mujeres, an exotic locale, and Burning Sage, set in Santorini, another exotic destination.

What if my setting is completely fictional? I will base the foundation of this fictional place on somewhere I do know. In a dystopian novel, I could base it on a city I've been to or lived in and totally imagine how it might look after a monstrous disaster of some kind. We've all seen dilapidated buildings at one point and streets that have fallen into disrepair. If not, hello internet! 

If I were to write science fiction, however, I can pretty much nix that idea because I'm no astronaut, nor can anyone live on any planets in our solar system yet. So, that requires... research again, and a great imagination for what you want to see in a space setting.
So what's my favorite setting to use? The one that suits my story line the best!

Happy reading and writing!
Deena Remiel
www.deenaremiel.com 

Monday, April 13, 2015

Bring On the Summer Reading List!

For me, summer vacation is quickly approaching, and I'm thrilled! I teach middle school kids during the day, so I'm plum tuckered out by year's end. Summer is a time when I pile on the writing AND the reading. I've begun my reading list and can't wait to dive in. Since I write paranormal and suspense, you can imagine my list is going to be chock full of yummy supernatural creatures and psychopaths. But I also LOVE historical romance, so I'll also be digging into my favorite genre- highlander novels! After reading mine, why not tell us YOUR list? Okay, so these days there are thousands in your TBR pile.

****Why not give us your TOP 5 books to read this summer?

My Summer Reading List

Suspense:

Nora Roberts - The Liar
Karen Robards- The Last Kiss Goodbye
Linda Howard- Against the Rules
Elizabeth Lowell- Perfect Touch
Jayne Ann Krentz- Trust No One

Paranormal:
Sherrilyn Kenyon- Styxx and Son of No One
Kresley Cole- Dark Skye
Christine Feehan- Dark Ghost and Air Bound

Historical:
Hannah Howell- Highland Protector, Highland Master, and Highland Guard




Sunday, April 5, 2015

Final Surrender Excerpt from Jennifer Kacey

Ten years ago, Angela Meyers told everyone she went to New York to find herself. It was a lie. She fled from the aftermath of one hot night with Clay Waters. A night filled with wet heat, all-consuming releases…then his regret.

Now, with a stalker threatening to destroy her career, there’s only one man she trusts to protect her. The man she still loves, hates, needs with every breath she takes.

It’s not that Clay never craved his best friend’s younger sister. With a ticket to boot camp burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t allow himself to love her. The moment he lays eyes on her again, the old need—to take down her tightly wound hair, press her long, lean body to his—surges inside him stronger than ever.

But this is no ordinary bodyguard assignment. The best way to identify the voice in Angela’s shadow is to lure it into the light of day. Even if it means convincing her to trust him with her heart…and surrendering his own.


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Excerpt



He knew the moment she saw him standing across the gym.
Khaki pants and a simple plain black T-shirt stretched across his big, broad chest adorning his hard body. He stood with his arms crossed in front of him, brooding.
He was a warrior and looked it. Dark skinned and very short, dark brown hair with a lean body, toned from his time with the Marines. His nerves were on edge and he ached for release. Damned if he wasn’t hoping Angela would be willing to help him out with that.
His body reacted to hers like it was the last drink of water in the driest desert and he was so thirsty. Clay could see how he affected her as a shiver ran up her back.
She stood in the arms of her date, who pulled her closer, quite certain a lucky night was in his future. For sure, her trembling body was for him and not for the man glaring at her across the gym.
Angela swayed slowly to the music and her date turned her around. Her gaze that had been locked with Clay’s, finally broke.
She blinked repeatedly and Clay slipped into the shadows, leaving it up to her whether she wanted to explore what they could have together.
Watching her extricate herself from her date was like watching a tennis match. He seemed thrilled, shaken and then thrilled again as he kissed her cheek and then walked away. What the hell?
Angela straightened her dress and started towards the door at an almost run. His heart actually skipped a beat, when he knew she searched for him. He had faced down the enemy from several different countries. He was as cool as a cucumber. Barely broke a sweat anymore. But one little eighteen-year-old girl…he shook in his boots.
She almost pushed the door open to leave when he called her name from the dark corner of the gym.
Her breath caught, stepping closer to the darkness, trying to shield her eyes with one of her hands at the same time.
“Clay?” she asked, “Is that you?”
He stepped into the dim light where she could barely see him. He didn’t say a word, but held a hand out to her.
It took her eons to reach him. She placed her hand in his and he tugged her into the shadows behind the screen he had found when he walked in.
“It’s been a long time, Angela.” His voice strained to keep level as he drank in her body. He spun her in a slow circle so he could see her up close.
She was all grown up now and his hands ached to touch her.
Slowly he pulled her into his arms and swayed her body to the music.
“It’s been too long, Clay.” She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers through his short hair. Tingles of sensation raced down his spine at her simple touch, and his cock surged to life, knowing he finally had his arms around the one he wanted.
As the music stopped for a minute, Clay whispered harshly, “How’d you ditch your date? He looked eager to continue the evening?”
Angela smiled, rolled her eyes and looked up into his hard features. “Wasn’t he the same guy I had to drag you away from last time?” he questioned.
His eyebrows pulled down into a scowl when she answered. “Yes, it’s the same guy. And I told him that his ex-girlfriend wanted a night to remember. That is how I freed up my dance card so quickly.”
He could tell there was something she didn’t say, but he drew her close again moving to the music. Angela wound her arms around his waist and ran her hands up his back. Her body moved against his, and he had to grind his teeth together to keep from sighing at the heat of her skin. She was smooth as silk and smelled like a bouquet of wildflowers. His hands ran along the fabric of her dress at her hips, clenching it subconsciously as he rubbed his cock, straining for freedom, back and forth across her abdomen.
“I’ve missed you,” Angela whispered in the darkness. She sounded out of breath, and he was glad he’d come for her tonight. His heart beat against her cheek when he thought about the possibilities of having her alone.
He wrapped his arms tighter around her body. “I expected to come back and find you madly in love with some guy. I could walk away, knowing I did the right thing.”
Angela turned her head, searching his face for something.
“Disappointed?” Her voice was harsh, accusatory.
Clay stared at the face of the girl now a woman…the woman he had come back for. “Very,” he whispered as he brushed his lips against hers.
Waves of anticipation flooded his mind as the air cooled his mouth around her indrawn breath. She stood on tiptoes as he pulled her higher so he could get a better taste. The smooth skin of her cheek slid against his rough stubble. If he wasn’t careful, he’d leave marks on her. Something primal inside him stood up and took notice. He shouldn’t think that way. He shouldn’t be doing this. Any of this. But he had no intention of stopping. Allowing both of them to catch their breaths, he nibbled her jaw, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.
He buried his hands in her hair and tilted her head back so he could thrust his tongue past her lips. The scent of her skin and the moans escaping her lips went straight to both his heads. Her hands wrenched at his back as she rode the leg he didn’t remember shoving between her thighs.
A groan rumbled through his chest as she ran her tongue across his bottom lip, almost losing her balance as he kissed her with enough force to curl her toes.
Several years of pent-up need exploded between them as they fought to control themselves.
Clay thought if he wasn’t careful he could take her right there in a gym full of kids.
“Wanna get out of here?” Angela asked him between breaths. He sucked her earlobe into the hot cavern of his mouth, tonguing the soft skin below her ear, tasting the silky flesh like he wanted to taste her pussy. The heat of her core drove him insane and he needed to bury himself inside her body.
He searched her blue eyes for a second before leaning his forehead against hers. He held her close, not wanting to see her rejection if she didn’t want him. “Are you sure about this, Angela? Is this something you really want from me?”
She stepped back, looked him in the eyes, and said six little words that changed the course of his life forever. “You’re the only one I want.” Then she kissed him deeply and did things with her tongue that had his need clawing to escape.
He finally pulled away and ground out, “Then let’s get out of here or I’m going to fuck you right now.”
Clay grasped her hand, drawing her through the exit doors, out into the parking lot where people called her name to say goodbye.




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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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