Monday, March 31, 2014

Author Interview: Katherine Rhodes


Book 1 in the Club Imperial Series

By Katherine Rhodes

** Content Warning: Contains explicit content with BDSM, Erotica, and strong language. Not intended for all audiences. 18+ Audience


From the moment Nathaniel laid eyes on Emmy Westerly, he wanted her in his life. He would do anything to get her there and keep her there. To his surprise, Nathaniel found himself quickly pulled into Emmy’s dark world of whips and blindfolds, kink and submission. He was intrigued not only by the thrill of it, but by the enigma which led Emmy there as well.

Emmy could not resist Nathaniel Walsh. She couldn’t deny the electricity between them, the utter animal magnetism she felt for him. Emmy was mystified by someone as honest and uncomplicated as Nathaniel allowing her to lead him into the dark. She adored having him at the tip of her lash.

But Emmy had secrets - deep, cruel truths which led her to Club Imperial, and staying with Nathaniel would mean telling him everything. He wasn't ready for that.

Neither was she.

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“Consensual: A Club Imperial Novel, Book 1”

He followed Emmy down the hall to the kitchen, where he found her with her face pressed into the flowers, inhaling deeply. His blood pressure rose as he openly stared at her backside, shapely and firm in the gorgeous blue dress. It was all he could do to keep from walking up to her and cupping that incredible heart-shaped ass in his hands. She had put the two desserts on the breakfast bar, and her coat was tossed over the chair.

With a sigh, she stepped back from the flowers, but didn't turn around. “I never got flowers, ever, and now three times in the past three months.”

“I'll buy you flowers everyday if you want them,” Nathaniel said, walking up behind her and putting his hands on her arms, trailing up and down.

“They make me feel like...” Her voice drifted off. She turned and smiled at him. “Dessert?”

“Oh, yes,” he said. God, no. No. I want to strip you out of this dress, lay you on the couch and have you for dessert.

She walked around him, going to the fridge. “Wine?”

He turned and looked at her. “Actually, do you have a beer?”

She pursed her lips and sighed. “I do, but...”

“But what?”

“I don't have normal beer,” she said. “I don't drink macro-brewed piss water. It's Troeg's Flying Mouflan.”

His jaw dropped. “You know beers?” She nodded. “And you keep Troeg's in the house?”

“It's in rotation,” she said.

“Oh, dear God, marry me.” He laughed.

“I thought you liked wine?” Emmy asked.

“I like good wine just fine, but I'd rather have a beer when I'm not eating at exclusive restaurants,” he said. “I didn't peg you as the kind of woman who would enjoy beer.”

“A good beer can be just as complicated as a good wine,” she said, pulling out two bottles and putting them on the counter. “And you have to know how to pair the flavors and styles with the food. Troeg's is a great after-dinner beer.” She handed him the bottle opener and Nathaniel opened the two bottles as she turned to get the plates for the dessert.

He watched her lean up to grab the plates and her leg popped up off the ground. The shoes looked so incredible on her feet. She had lovely long legs and he found himself dreaming about licking them from her ankles to her pussy. He took a deep breath and stilled himself. Down. Down. Not yet.

She plated the fruit and chocolate desserts and joined him at the table. Looking around, she laughed. “I almost never eat here. I prefer the den.”

He stood from the stool. “Then let's eat there, if that's where you're more comfortable.”

“So agreeable. I like that.” She smiled and hopped back down, leading the way from the kitchen to the den where there was a coffee table for them to put their plates on. Emmy took the over-stuffed chair and with a private note of disappointment, Nathaniel sat on the love seat. She picked up a remote and turned on the sound system. An achingly gorgeous aria wafted out of the speakers, and it took Nathaniel a moment to place it.

“Ach, ich fühl's?” he asked.

“Very good,” she said. “I sang this at one of my recitals. This and Gretchen am Spinnrade are two of my favorite pieces.” She ate a piece of the confection with an unnerving grace.

“You sing too?” he asked. She nodded with her mouthful. “Dear God, Emmy. The cello and a voice?”

“It's not a good voice,” she said. “It's merely adequate.”

“If you can sing Papagena, I don't think you're merely adequate.”

“Well, no one seemed to agree with you.”

Again he could hear the bitterness in her voice, the sound of someone who had been always left behind and ignored by those around her. She had run a business where she had only been an admin for three days. That was not a woman who was incapable, or merely adequate. He cut off a piece of the dessert and chewed it thoughtfully for a minute, letting the voice from the aria fill the room.

“Oh, damn!” Emmy exclaimed. He looked over and found the latest forkful had cascaded down the front of her dress, leaving a huge chocolate and raspberry stain. “Oh, damn.” She put the plate on the table, and stood. “I have to change, I'm sorry.”

“No, no,” he said. “Go get it off before the raspberry sets.”

She walked out of the room to the bathroom just on the other side of the den. “I'm sorry,” she called.

“It's fine, Emmy,” he said, sitting back and taking a sip of the beer.

“I was...going to ask you about Imperial,” she called a moment later.

He shrugged, confused. “What about it?”

“Did you like it?”

“I think I was too pissed at Jillian to really care,” he said. “I saw some things that were intriguing, but...well, I have to consider my place in the community. Mostly, though, I was pissed at Jillian.” He paused. “It was a beautiful building on the inside. If I remember anything from that night, it was that woman...”

“You liked her?”

He shook his head. “What's not to like about leather and lace? But it was more than that. It was the way she walked across that floor, consumed with such fiery anger. She knew who she was and someone had crossed her. She took steps.” He took a sip of the beer. “The outfit was just the icing on the cake.” He took a quick bite of his dessert, and didn't want to think about that woman. She was an untouchable in a place he didn't want to make a habit. And was tainted by Jillian. He turned down his lip.

“Would you go back?” Emmy asked, the question floating down the hall.

“I don't think I will,” he said. “It was kind of a bad ending to a bad week.”


He paused, and looked at Emmy's dessert. “I can't say never,” he replied. “I don't want to think about it right now. It's probably a very nice place for an interesting distraction.”

“Do you remember what she looked like?” Emmy called.

What is going on here? “Emmy, don't tell me you want to go there.” She didn't answer right away and he could feel himself cringing. He heard a heel click on the wood flooring and then another, then two more. She stopped just out of view. “Please, don't tell me you want to go there,” he said.

“Well, no,” she said. “I was just thinking I could bring a bit of that here.”

She stepped out from behind the wall and Nathaniel dropped his fork loudly on to the plate.

“Fuck.” He gasped.

Emmy was wearing the same black silver-button-up boots, black lace and satin outfit, opera gloves and choker. Her hair was now up, and the only things missing were the whip and the crop.

He stared for a long minute, then rose and walked over to her, where she stood, arms folded, waiting for some sort of response from him. He looked straight into her eyes. “It was you. You were there.”

She nodded once. “It was me.”

Author Interview

What inspired you to write Consensual? 

I read Fifty Shades of Grey and I was really interested in the material the book presented. I started reading around in the genres – erotica, erotic romance, bdsm – and all I was finding were male Doms. So I decided to create the character I was looking to read.

Which character in your book would you say you are most like? If any.

Well, honestly—Emmy. I have a fierce independent streak and I don’t take well to people telling me to do things. I can get a little bent out of shape when someone orders me around.

What inspired you to become a writer?

I’ve always been a writer. Even when I was little. I did my first plot outline when I was six on a chalkboard on the back porch – some day I’ll rewrite that one…

What are you most excited about the most for readers to experience/learn from your newest book?

Why Emmy is the way she is—it’s a pretty messed up story, but I think they’ll really understand how awesome she when they find out.

Were you scared when you first published? Did you feel exposed or vulnerable?

I was scared, but not exposed. I was a journalist in a previous life and I was used to people slinging nasty comments at my work.

Do you have ideas for dream cast members for your book?

Ha. I would love to see Jennifer Lawrence tackle Emmy. That would be awesome, but I generally don’t do that because if the book were ever to get to that point, I would to put relatively unknowns in the spot.

What do you do on your down time? What do you do to relax?

Down time? Writers don’t have down time! We’re either writing or thinking about writing! What do like to do to relax is going out on the back deck on a warm summer day (remember those?) with a cup of tea and my laptop and enjoy some fresh air.

What do you love most about being a writer/author?

I make anything happen on paper. My wildest dreams can come to be through my characters.

What do you hate most about being a writer/author?

Finding the actual time to write. I feel like I’m always bogged down by my “real” jobs.

What writers/authors have inspired you?

Stephen King, first and foremost. Others include Anne McCaffery, Nawal el Sadaawi, Frank Herbert, Toni Morrison. So many… 

When you get stuck in a story, how do you get through it?

If I’m not on deadline, I will put the story away and come back to it later. If it’s on deadline, sometimes, I’ll skip that part and jump ahead to keep the words flowing.

Do you listen to music when you write?

Always. Must have music. Music inspires so much.

Can you write anywhere? Or do you need a specific place to write?

Anywhere. And you can take that literally.

Do you have advice for aspiring authors?

Yes. Please. After all the other authors have told you to keep going, don’t give up, don’t let anyone tell you you can’t… please get an editor. That’s all I ask.

What was the best/worst advice you were given in the beginning of your writing career?

My writing career has spanned so many years that I don’t know that I can answer this… I’ve been told good and bad, but I can’t remember most of it now. It all fades to the background because all I really want to do is write.  

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Author Interview: Jaden Sinclair

The Heart of Everything

(originally published as Taillefers)

By Jaden Sinclair


Keegan Squir is a Taillefers runt. He has not gone through the metamorphosis that all men of his kind must complete and with the threat of war all over the galaxy his transformation is something he can’t wait to go through. He needs to have the strength to fight, to defend his home and the people he loves. Keegan Squir longs for his body to equal the size of his heart and his courage. Zhora Draven visits the planet Drudent to spend time with her best friend. Her father is a General in the Galactic army and is never home, leaving Zhora alone most of the time. When she goes to her best friend’s wedding, she never dreams she’ll meet the man of her dreams. A Taillefers. Their attraction hits them like an exploding nova, coming out of nowhere, knocking them both off their feet. However, just when they're getting to know each other and exploring their hunger for one another, the war lands on their doorsteps, forcing not Keegan's change, but threatening their new found love and the peace of the galaxy.

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The breeze blew right in her face, carrying with it a scent of freshness, she felt lightheaded. Another wave of dizziness, almost a drugged sensation hit her, mixed with a strange impression of tiny fingers touching her body. The pounding need grew stronger inside her, pooling between her legs, frightening and thrilling her. She wanted to stay and run at the same time. The stranger still staring didn’t help. No, he moved toward her. Son of a bitch! She could almost feel his body heat. Panicked, Zhora turned away as he moved toward her. She pushed her way out of the crowd in an overwhelming urge to get away from the things going on in her body she didn’t understand. She didn’t get far. He caught her, the one staring at her. Grabbed by the arm, she swung around, and lips covered hers. She was kissed and kissed deep. The impulse to run disappeared. She had no control over her body, couldn’t stop her arms from going up around his neck, or stop her eyes from closing. Zhora didn’t mind either. She enjoyed the kiss, even kissed him back. Boy, did he have a skill with his mouth. His lips moved over hers. His tongue teased her lips until she opened for his tongue to slip inside. God, he tasted good. Too fucking good. He tasted of fresh air after a big storm. Zhora wanted to crawl into him, to get closer to enjoy his touch more than mere kissing satisfied. He walked her backward, and she went willingly. The feelings, the emotions hitting her, too overpowering to fight had she wanted to. Zhora had to have more, needed more, craved more She touched his chest, skimming both hands up and down smooth muscles. Up to his shoulders, she pushed the shirt off, not understanding why she had the compulsive need to. Never this way, she wasn’t the kind of girl to kiss a stranger, to strip him, or make out, yet she was doing all of those things. The urge to feel his skin against hers drove her crazy, while the outside world melted away in a haze until only the two of them existed. Something wasn’t right, one part of her mind told her at the same time that everything felt damn right. This wasn’t her, yet she didn’t stop. She wanted his hands on her, his mouth on her body, and he seemed to need her as badly as she needed him. The voice telling her it was wrong grew weaker.

Author Interview

What inspired you to write The Guardians?

I had seem vampire books, read many and just wanted to try my hand at my own kind. So I thought it out, sat down and just wrote it up.

What inspired you to become a writer?

Since I was 13 I just knew this is what I wanted to do and I started reading all kind of books to see where I might fit . Strangely enough, none of the books fit me, but it didn’t stop me either.

Were you scared when you first published?


What do you do on your down time?

If I get any downtime, I do like to read myself.

What do you do to relax?

I like to knit.

What do you love most about being a writer/author?

Make worlds up.

What do you hate most about being a writer/author?


When you get stuck in a story, how do you get through it?

I tend to always work on more than one book at a time.. so if I get stuck I tend to stop and just move to the other I’m working on.

Do you listen to music when you write?

Every time. Can you write anywhere? Most of the time, if I take my computer with me

What was the worst advice you were given in the beginning of your writing career?

I was told in high school by a teacher I took a creative writing class from, that I would never be a writer. My ideas were too much out there and strange, so that I should think about doing something else. She also failed me in the class. About a year or two after I was first published I seen her and made a point of going up and telling her that I kept at it with my strange ideas, got published, and readers enjoy it.

What was the best advice you were given in the beginning of your writing career?

If you want it bad enough, keep learning, keep writing, and follow that dream no matter what others might tell you about your ideas.


Jaden Sinclair lives in a small town in Kansas with her husband of eighteen years, two boys and a few pets that keep her hopping. Between sports and the animals it’s a wonder at times how she is able to keep the flow of her writing going. But she does. She has many series in the works and out for your enjoyment, and most known for the Shifter series. Between werewolves, vampires, scifi, new worlds or simple romances, one never really knows what will come out next. So to keep up with what she doing, visit her website: or just simply email her at She’ll love to hear from you.

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Author Interview: Isobelle Cate

Forever at Midnight

The Cynn Cruor Bloodline Series: Book 2

By Isobelle Cate 

*Warning: Contains explicit content and graphic details. 18+ Audience


Picking up where Book 1, Rapture at Midnight, left off – Book 2 in “The Cynn Cruor Bloodline Series”

Roarke catches a glimpse of Deanna in Dac Valerian’s club. He is unable to believe that Deanna is alive when he buried her himself nearly five hundred years before. He searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he hasn’t lost his mind.  But when Deanna turns up on the street facing the Cynn Cruor’s headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she hid herself from him.

Knowing that her secret can only destroy whatever feelings Roarke has left for her, Deanna remains silent until circumstances force her to reveal everything.

Hearts are broken on both sides but Roarke and Deanna have to work together if they are to find a way of ending Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s power once and for all. Desire rises and passions are rekindled.

Will their pursuit of Dac lead to another chance at happiness?

Or will it forever tear them apart?


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Soon, Roarke ended the kiss. Deanna gloried at the pleasure she felt when gold flecks materialized against his pupils. She touched the sides of his eyes.

“I missed seeing those,” she whispered before cupping his face. He turned to kiss her palm. She sighed. “If only for tonight, make love to me again, Roarke. Make love to me so I can forget.”

She saw emotion flit through his eyes before it was gone. Her heart was in her throat, afraid he would refuse. Then his head bent down.

He kissed her again, but this time it was soft and tender, even while his hand was wreaking havoc with her body. Her clit throbbed when he rolled her hardened nipples with his thumb and forefinger before palming her globes lovingly. She closed her eyes, giving in to the moment, her breath coming out in moans and gasps. Then her mouth opened in a silent cry, feeling his tongue flick and suck on her breasts again. She lost all coherent thought, holding on to his shoulders. Lust thundered through her, lighting her up like a fireball.

Roarke scooped her up and walked through the French doors and into the warmth of the loft. With her face against his neck, she inhaled deeply before flicking her tongue and sucking on the pulse at the base of his throat.

“Where?” he growled, his desire unsuppressed.

Mutely, Deanna pointed to the stairs which led to her bedroom. Instead of using the stairs, Roarke catapulted them to the open room's landing with one jump.

There wouldn't be any recriminations tonight. This moment would be for knowing each other's bodies again. To make up for all the lost time.

Author Interview

Thank you so much for having me guest in your blog.

What inspired you to write Forever at Midnight?

This was the second book in the Cynn Cruor Bloodline series.  I was in the middle of writing Rapture at Midnight, which is Finn and Eirene’s story when I suddenly thought of Roarke and who his mate was. It may sound like a cliché, but it suddenly hit me that Roarke’s story was going to be bittersweet. Why? Because he should have already died over five centuries ago when he buried his mate. It’s the 21st century and he’s still alive which begs the question why? Another cliché….true love never dies. I’m a romantic at heart and I believe that time will not erase or destroy true love.

Which character in your book would you say you are most like? If any.

I’d say Eirene.

What inspired you to become a writer?

My love of books. I loved to read mysteries and even read the entire New Book of Knowledge Encyclopaedia (FB wasn’t even an idea then) when I had nothing better to do. Then I graduated to Teenage romance then Mills and Boon.  I thought then that it would be nice to be a writer. It has taken several decades to make my dream come true.

What are you most excited about the most for readers to experience/learn from your newest book?

Ahh….that’s a good one. It has something to do with silver. ;) As a paranormal author I try to find new ways of dealing with the topics of vampires, werewolves, and other shapeshifters. Readers of Rapture at Midnight and Forever at Midnight will know about the Kinaré gene and what it does to a Cynn Cruor warrior. I hope your readers will get to know them too. J

In the next book, they will see a foreshadowing of what silver does to this race of immortals.

Were you scared when you first published? Did you feel exposed or vulnerable?

Yes, yes, and yes. :D The first time I was published (under Secret Cravings Publishing), I couldn’t believe it. I think all authors go through that, barring none, the first time they see their work out there. Exposed? Definitely, because you give up a little piece of your privacy. Vulnerable? Absolutely! You are now at the mercy of people who will read your story.  They will either love it, consider it bleh!, think it’s okay, or pan it even though they have not read it. This last group gives the word “osmosis” a whole new meaning.

What do you do on your down time? What do you do to relax?

Read and exercise. I just started on the latter a month ago and it really helps reboot the grey cells, as Hercule Poirot puts it. Sometimes my mind is just so shot that I can’t even think of the next word to write. That’s when I know that I need to give myself a break, though a part of me objects.
If I feel like it, I go to the city centre and stay in a café and people watch. It’s an incredibly interesting thing to do.

What do you love most about being a writer/author?

It gives me an excuse to listen to the voices in my head. ;)

What do you hate most about being a writer/author?

The voices in my head don’t want to stop talking.  It’s like a convention inside sometimes!

What writers/authors have inspired you?

Oh a lot! Kahlil Gibran is a big inspiration.  Then there are the authors like the late Kathleen Woodiwiss and the late Marion Zimmer Bradley.  The list goes on with Stephen Lawrence, A.N. Roquelaure, Donna Grant, Tina Folsom, Sable Hunter, Natasza Waters, N.J. Walters, Katherine Rhodes, the list goes on. They are very good wordsmiths and I just keep on learning from them.

When you get stuck in a story, how do you get through it?

Good question.  When this happens I sometimes feel that I’m being cooked in a cauldron. I need to stand up and get away and sit down and stay put at the same time. Getting stuck, for me, just shows me that my story isn’t going anywhere if I follow the dead end. So I sit back, chew on my lip, glare at the screen (like that’s going to help the story one bit!), and resign myself to take another path.

Do you listen to music when you write?

Absolutely. I get some of my inspiration from the songs I listen to. They’re pretty eclectic: Lady Antebellum, Luke Bryant, Nickleback, 3 Doors Down, Script, Beethoven, Rachmaninoff, Bach, Fourplay, Soul Ballet, Workshy….I’ll probably fill out half a page. ;-)

Can you write anywhere? Or do you need a specific place to write?

I can write anywhere. When the dining room is not in use, it becomes my writing cave. When it’s in use, I move to a different part of the house and it becomes Isobelle’s writing cave, too.

Do you have advice for aspiring authors?

Never give up. I know it’s hard and there were times that I just wanted to throw in the towel until I decided to concentrate on the silver lining behind every cloud I got. I’ve had rejections and it smarts but just keep moving forward to reach your dream of becoming a writer. Go indie if you want, however, I advice you to have a good editor. Readers have become very discriminating and very discerning of the books that have come out. You wouldn’t want them to stop reading after they’ve seen a typo error.

Keep writing and keep reading. Learn from those who have been able to publish. Look for their voice and you will find your own. It can be frustrating to aim for say, 5000 words in a day but you’re able to do so for one reason or the other. If you’ve just written ten words, that’s fine. A sentence is much better than not writing anything at all.

Finally, don’t procrastinate. The world will keep revolving without you. The time you waste procrastinating will never come back and you’ll just feel bad for the lost opportunity. No one else is going to kick you in the behind. People will give you words of encouragement. They don’t need to pull you up by your bootstraps.  You can do that yourself.

What was the worst advice you were given in the beginning of your writing career?

I never received bad advice as such; but when I was very young and I started weaving stories, I was told that I fantasized too much and it was bad. That put me off writing for a while.

What was the best advice you were given in the beginning of your writing career?

The same advice I wrote above. Always, please always….learn and read. It’s the only way you can become a better writer.

Thank you once again for having me and thank you to your readers.

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Friday, March 28, 2014

Blog Tour: Heels of Love by Phoenix Rayne

Book: Heels of Love
Author: Phoenix Rayne
Trilogy: From Love to Loathe, Book #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: G Street Chronicles


When Cricket Hooper moves to Seattle she only has a couple of goals—find a job and an apartment near her friend Chelle, and basically to live a quiet, normal life. However, it isn't long before life becomes far from normal.

When a mysterious man helps get her car out of the mud after she makes a wrong turn, she finds herself in his thrall. He wines and dines her, quite literally, and before Cricket can stop it, things are steamy and serious…very serious.

Cricket is thrown aback when Jyme turns out to be more than a simple fisherman, but then she isn't telling all of her story either.

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I woke to an alarm but it wasn't my alarm. I sat up, looked around, and realized it was the hotel's fire alarm going off. I jumped up, ran to Cinnamon’s room, and swung the door open. She was knocked out on her bed half dressed; I shook the shit out of her, and she started yelling.

“What the hell is that noise?”

I ran down to Sugar's room, and she was butt naked and so was her company. I screamed at the both of them to get up. They both jumped up disoriented. I ran back to my room. I put my stilettos I'd had on earlier in my big purse and slid into my house shoes. I ran back down the hall, passing Sugar and her company. I ran back into Cinnamon's room, and she was wide-awake at her safe in her closet getting money out. I had forgotten about my safe, so I ran back to my room. I put the code in and yanked the door open; I pulled out the small stack of money and reached in deeper. I got the plastic bag that was balled up in the corner and shoved everything in my purse. I reached deeper, found the last item in the safe, and slid it on my ring finger. I slammed the door and took off towards the living room. Cinnamon was waiting at the door; we clasped hands and ran for the stairs. The hotel was in an uproar. We made it down to the lobby, but it was so congested with customers trying to leave the casino.

“Basement,” I yelled to Cinnamon. We took the employee stairs and ran down the long concrete hall. There were about a dozen people in front of us, but we finally made it through the door. When we got outside, the back lawn was crammed with people rushing towards the front of the building. Cinnamon and I still held on to each other’s hands. We made it to the front of the building, and everyone was frantic. I pulled out my cell phone to call Sugar, but someone pushed me so hard I dropped the phone. I let go of Cinnamon's hand to retrieve my fallen phone. I found it and stood up straight; a man in all black with a white ski mask stood right in front of me. Before I could even prepare a good scream, someone covered my mouth with a wet bandana, and then I was out. I woke up to soft kisses all over my face, and then I stretched wide. I was sleeping well and I kept my eyes shut. Someone was happy to see me. I have had this dream so many times, and I enjoyed every single one of them.

“Hi there,” I breathed.


“Where’ve you been?”

“Looking for you.”

“I’ve been right here the whole time.”


“You used to come and see me all the time, and then you stopped.” I told him. I kissed his neck and pulled him closer.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“Cricket?” He said my name in an odd way.

“What’s wrong? Do you have to go now? Please, Jyme, just stay a little longer.”


“Shh, just hold me real tight before you go.” There was a knock at the door, and I freaked.

“NO…PLEASE…JYME, DON’T LET HIM HURT ME. HE HITS ME SO HARD. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE.” I screamed at the top of lungs through tears.

Someone knocked again, louder this time.

“Wait a minute,” Jyme yelling. I clung to him and wrapped my arms around him tighter. I cried into his chest, and my eyes started stinging.

“Cricket, I’m right here, and I won’t let anybody hurt you, I swear.”

“But he’s at the door, and he’ll beat it down. He’s done it before,” I said frantically.

“Shh, Babe. Are you afraid of me?” he asked softly.

“No.”I assured him. “Then open your eyes and look at me” I slowly opened my eyes and blinked several times through piercing pain. Then, I saw him, and I slid my fingers through his jet-black hair.

“Oh it’s you!”

“It’s me,” he chuckled.

“You know, you with hair; you’ve never come to see me.”

“Cricket, you're really here, and I’m really here with you. I’m not sure what you’re talking about right now. But I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

“Huh” I asked him. I couldn’t help it but I pinched myself. I felt the pain but I didn’t wake up. There was another knock at the door, and Jyme got up from the bed. I really saw him this time. His hair was loose and shoulder length. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and his feet were bare. I looked around and recognized everything. We were in our room, and nothing had changed. The bedding was the same, and so was the furniture. I looked out the window, and there were the boats all in the water.


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Phoenix Rayne

Phoenix Rayne was born in Federal Way Washington in a small community. Currently she resides in Nashville Tennessee where she is a student as well as a full time author… Phoenix is a published author that has several novels under her belt that she has penned with G-Street Chronicles. When not writing you can find her in a shoe store shopping or catching a good movie.

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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Author Interview: Emily A. Lawrence

The Guardian of My Soul, Book 1

Soul’s Desire Series

By Emily A. Lawrence

*Content Warning: intended for mature audiences 18+


Kristen Mancuso, daughter of a renowned fashion designer has everything her heart desires, and yet she’s still unhappy. After her father’s death, her mother’s over-protectiveness has prevented Kristen from choosing her own path in life, and she often feels as if she's a prisoner in her own home. Kristen thought her twenty-first birthday would magically bring her the freedom she craved. She was wrong.

When her mother hires Alec Warner to be her personal bodyguard, Kristen rebels against it, unaware of the true reasons why he’s needed and the very real danger threatening her safety. Having someone shadow her every move is the last thing she wants. Alec is handsome, intimidating and determined to stand between Kristen and anyone who would harm her.

Kristen doesn’t know what to do with Alec. She’s drawn to him, and while he is committed to his job, he refuses to allow her to control him the way she does with other men. Their relationship is volatile and explosive, yet they discover they have more in common than they ever dreamed. Together they face demons from their past and secrets which could tear them apart.

Alec and Kristen fight their attraction for one another, but that’s one battle where losing may very well give them everything their souls desire…

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I could hear the sound of the galloping horse way before I could see it. I knew it was Alec. No matter what I did or said to him, the man had a stubborn habit of tailing me. He was relentless. In spite of my turmoil, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was as relentless in other areas of his life as well. That focused, determined passion would be irresistible in bed. I quickly wiped my tears off my face, feeling both my cheeks were burning.

He stopped at a considerable distance when he found me and just stared at me, apparently deciding on how to proceed. Alec took his time, approaching me at a slow, cautious pace, as he would approach a small, frightened animal which would dash away at the least provocation.

“I really can’t get five minutes alone?” I grouched, looking at him through speculative eyes.

For a moment he appeared disconcerted and I felt a sad satisfaction.

“It is part of my job description,” he murmured quietly, stopping a few feet away.

I shook my head, tired of hearing the same old explanation over and over again. “Is kissing me a part of your job description too?” I demanded.

“You kissed me back,” he retorted in a calmly manner. Alec never gave anything away, none of what he was feeling. It infuriated me.

“It will never happen again. I don’t want you to touch me.” I managed.

“Oh, really? I could make you beg me to touch you,” he said simply. The smug grin he wore, displaying his perfect white teeth, was the epitome of defiance to me. In a matter of seconds he changed from calm and reasonable to imposing and defiant, faster than a chameleon could change the color of its skin. But instead of anger I could feel excitement sparking through my veins like wild fire.

I jumped to my feet and I halfway expected him to step back, but he stood his ground. “Why did you do it? What are you trying to achieve? Is this some kind of game to you?” I drew back my fist as if to strike out at him, but he caught it easily. His hands wrapped around my wrists, holding me securely. “Let go!” I cried.

“Be still,” he commanded. His voice was dark velvet, raspy with magic and sex. I stared into his eyes. I didn’t understand the sensations rioting through me. It was frightening. Alec’s jaw clenched. He made a noise—a growl—and suddenly his mouth crushed down on mine and plundered, taking me completely off guard. The kiss warmed me, his tongue tasting until I was panting, furious at myself for wanting more. I writhed against him trying to escape, but he was too strong and demanding. My struggles resulted in my breasts scrubbing across his hard chest, making my nipples feel swollen and heavy, betraying me. I stilled and he finally allowed me to breathe, but I was trapped in his arms.

Alec was breathing harshly, his eyes clashed with mine, then moved down to kiss my swollen lips one more time. I couldn’t handle it, so I jerked my face away. “I want more,” he groaned, releasing my right wrist. With gentle but firm movements he twisted my hair around his hand until I had no choice but to look at him. There was a heat in his eyes which belied the mildness and candor of his countenance. He had no right to appear so in control when my flesh was tight and achy and I needed...

Damn him! Mr. Confusing has done it again.

“Say you never want it to happen again,” he whispered a few inches away from my face, his eyes daring me.

“I...I never want it to happen again,” I replied in a peremptory whisper, ignoring the pulse of need pounding between my thighs.

“Liar...” He freed me from his grip and returned to his horse. He mounted him and then waited expectantly for me to follow him.

I was not sure why I did it, but I fulfilled his silent wish and got up on my horse, joining him. My mind, my emotions and my heart were in total disarray.

The horses quickened their pace, broke into a trot and then went into a canter side by side.

There were so many unanswered questions swirling inside my brain, but I was afraid to address them to him, afraid of what he might tell me, of what I might discover.

Images of our passionate embrace danced in front of my eyes. I shook my head, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. No matter how much I fought not to allow him to tempt me, I found it impossible to resist him. The more I tried, the more intense the longing grew, startling me. Fear twisted in my gut as I realized I was slowly but surely losing control over my own will. I forbade myself to scream in frustration or show any sign of weakness.

We reached the stables and let John take care of the horses before we started for the house.

“Kristen...” Alec addressed me by my name for the first time, a question and an apology in his tone.

A fine tremor rocked me and a tingle sprang to life in my breasts, stopping me in my tracks. I had never dreamed the sound of one man’s voice speaking my name could invoke such longing within me.

His hand gently locked around my arm and spun me around to face him. “Look...I’m sorry if I upset you today. I really am. I couldn’t—”

“Don’t. Alec...please don’t tease me. What happened today was wrong. I never should have kissed you. We don’t know each all. You don’t even respect me or what I say to you. I don’t know what Mother would say. A bodyguard daring to kiss her daughter...” I blinked, trying to picture her reaction.

“I’m not afraid of her or anybody else,” he said dryly.

“Perhaps you should be.”

“I’m not. I’m my own man. But it looks like you’re afraid of her. You wouldn’t even breathe if she told you not to.”

“That’s not true.” I frowned.

“Then why do you care so much about what she may have to say in regard to us?”

“There is no ‘us’, Alec! Whatever this is, it never happened. For your sake and mine, just drop it before it ends badly.”

“ in you falling in love with the son of a mere bodyguard?”

I trembled. “I’ll never fall in love. Not with you, nor with any other man. So forget it!”

“Never say never, sweetheart.” He took one last long look at me before strolling away. I felt like I’d been run over by a steamroller.

Author Interview

 What inspired you to write “The Guardian Of My Soul”?

“The Guardian Of My Soul” is the first book in the Soul’s Desire Series, and tells the story of Kristen, daughter of a renowned fashion designer, and her bodyguard, Alec—two people who struggle with one another, as well as with their own fears and insecurities. Their relationship is volatile and explosive, yet as they are forced to cohabitate, they discover they have more in common than they ever dreamed. Together they face demons from their past and secrets which could tear them apart.

So when I started writing this book I had in mind the idea of an impossible love and how the characters could overcome their conditions and any obstacle that may arise and endanger their happiness.

I began with two questions:

My question for the heroine’s character was: what happens when she finds herself attracted to the very person whom she considers to be the symbol of her lost freedom?

My question for the hero’s was: what happens when demons from his past threaten to disturb his new found happiness?

Starting from these two premises I began building their story.

Which character in your book would you say you are most like? If any.

None, actually. The character that slightly resembles me is Ellie Benton, the heroine in “Unforgettable Hearts,” my second book in the Soul’s Desire Series which will be released on the 31st of March. I put a little bit of myself in her and her story.

What inspired you to become a writer?

I’ve been writing stories for my own pleasure for many years but in 2012 I stumbled upon Fifty Shades of Grey. I had no idea what the story was about. I only knew it was a Twilight fan fiction initially. So, as a Twilight fan with a few of my own Twilight fan fiction stories under my belt, I was intrigued and curious about it. I just had to read it. Once I finished it, I decided to try my luck with a Fifty Shades fan fiction and posted it on the same site where E L James had initially posted Fifty. It was the way people responded to it and E L James’ success going from fan fiction to the real deal that gave me the courage to try and do the same thing. I just needed that final push. Now that story is being published under the title “Unforgettable Hearts” and I’m excited to share it with the world.

What are you the most excited for readers to experience/learn from your newest book?

A love story that will hopefully stick with you once you finish reading it.

Were you scared when you first published? Did you feel exposed or vulnerable?

I was a bit scared because I didn’t know how people were going to receive my books, but I never felt exposed nor vulnerable. I’m just lucky to be working with the most amazing people from whom I’ve learned a lot and whom have helped me throughout the entire process.

Do you have ideas for dream cast members for your book?

Oh, yes...I had Jennifer Lawrence in mind for Kristen in “The Guardian Of My Soul” and Alexis Bledel for Ellie in “Unforgettable Hearts.”

What do you do on your down time? What do you do to relax?

I watch documentaries, lots of them, or look for a comedy to help me unwind. I also enjoy going for long walks and try to do so every day. Simply being out in the nature is one of my favorite things in the world.

What do you love most about being a writer/author?

I love writing because I can escape into the worlds I create and lose myself in my characters and stories. When I write I’m in a totally different place and I get to control what happens. To me it is a wonderful way to escape everyday life and leave my worries behind.

What do you hate most about being a writer/author?

I don’t think there’s anything to hate. This is more than a hobby to me, it’s like a lifestyle. The only thing I hate is not having as much time to write as I wish I had.

What writers/authors have inspired you?

Stephenie Meyer and E L James. I rediscovered the pleasure of reading thanks to Twilight and the story of E L James’ success has encouraged me to write.

When you get stuck in a story, how do you get through it?

I put it aside for a while and just think of a way to continue it. I usually detach myself from it and occupy my time with something else. Ideas come to me when I least expect them and anything can inspire me. It can be songs, movies, a line in a book, a chat with a friend, a walk in the park with my dog.

Do you listen to music when you write?

No, I need complete silence in order to be able to write. Music would be too distracting for me.

Can you write anywhere? Or do you need a specific place to write?

I can write anywhere as long as it’s quiet and no one disturbs me.

Do you have advice for aspiring authors?

Writing ain’t easy. It requires a lot of time in front of your computer, lots of research and then promotion, which is even harder than writing the book. But if you have it in you and it makes you happy, you should give it a try. You can never know who the next E L James will be.

What was the worst advice you were given in the beginning of your writing career?

I don’t remember being given a bad advice. Like I said before, I was extremely lucky to meet the right people at the right time. Being new in the business, their guidance and knowledge was exactly what I needed.

What was the best advice you were given in the beginning of your writing career?

Tell my story. Any starting writer tends to start out with other writers’ voices, writers who have inspired them. Don't try and tell the stories that other people can tell.



Emily A. Lawrence lives in Transylvania with her family, hence her love for vampires and paranormal books. She is extremely passionate about fiction and has been writing stories, mostly fan fiction, for years now, but only began thinking seriously about publishing approximately a year ago. Having her family's support, and encouraged by friends and fellow authors, she pursued her dream of becoming a published author.

Emily loves creating new characters with whom readers can identify themselves, and losing herself in their worlds. Usually, she writes contemporary romance in three heat levels: sweet, sensual and erotic. However, she would like to try her hand at other genres one day, such as paranormal or mystery. When she's not writing, she enjoys traveling and experiencing new cultures, new scenery, food and meeting new people, or simply reading a good book.

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