Guest Post with Shona Husk

Shona’s taking over my blog today to talk about the science behind myths and her great title Brightwater Blood.

So pull up a chair, relax and leave a comment to show your love. :)


Science Behind The Myth

Brightwater Blood is set in what I call my ‘Fendrake’ world. Fendrake is the name of the organisation that polices the non-humans, and the hero of this story works for them as a tracker. My Ellora’s Cave series is also set in this world although none of the characters work for the organisation (they’re sexy Vampire rock stars). All the stories can be read as standalone novellas.

When I built this world I knew I’d use it for a few different stories as there was a lot I could do with it. But I also wanted scientific, not magical, reasons for the different subspecies. Here’s a peek at how my non-humans came into existence:

Vampires: being a Vampire is genetic. There’s a change in the junk DNA that binds the etheric body close to the physical body, this results in the fast healing…but also in the need for food rich in etheric, like blood.

Weres: Weres are caused by mitochondrial disease and transmitted through the maternal line. However if someone is bitten they can be infected but most die. Different strains of the disease cause the different creatures.

Shaman: these are my witches. They draw their power from the earth and emotion (especially during sex). It’s a recessive blood line that requires both parents to be Shaman to have a Shaman baby. As a result the Shamanic Council keeps very detail family trees.

These are my main non-humans, and each condition keeps them from becoming too powerful and overrunning the world. But it also built in conflict between the different non-humans even if they have to occasionally work together and fall in love.



To survive, they’ll have to think outside the circle.

Were-lion Lachlan Garvey is closing in on the Brightwater women, the last of a Shamanic line that the Council wants eradicated for their murderous use of magic. One minute he’s in his animal form, examining a dead body in a patch of charred grass. The next, he wakes up human—naked, shot and lying in a circle of his own blood.

Dayna Brightwater is sure the man she’s bound with a blood spell is the one who just murdered her twin sister. Yet even if she did have the stomach for revenge killing, she doesn’t have the power. But what to do with him now? If she lets him go, he’ll kill her, too.

Trapped in the path of a deadly magical fire, Lachlan has to think fast—and talk faster—to convince the beautiful Shaman he’s innocent. As the roaring flames creep closer, Dayna must choose. Trust Lachlan and use magic to save them both…or flee. And live with the knowledge she caused his death, proving that no Brightwater is capable of love.

Warning: Contains a naked hero who’ll do anything to save his life…including saving hers.

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Lachlan squinted against the sunlight slicing through his head. He was sprawled on the ground, and his thigh was throbbing and burning as if a metal picket was speared through the muscle. His gut tightened as he remembered—he’d been shot. He closed his eyes and let his cheek rest on the ground as he slid his hand to his thigh. His skin was warm and wet and sticky beneath his fingers. His hand stilled. He’d been shot as a lion, yet he was human now, which meant his body had shifted in an attempt to heal while he’d been out cold.

A shiver rippled down his spine. He hated shifting while unconscious. Had she watched? Where was the woman with the gun now? The Brightwater shamans weren’t known for their merciful nature, but for the moment he was still alive. Probably not good.

He forced his eyes open. The sun was past the zenith, so he’d been out for at least an hour, more like two. Either way it was longer than he liked to be unconscious while on a job. It was longer than he ever liked to be unconscious. His head ached, but his jaw still worked and nothing seemed broken. His biggest concern was the bullet wound. He swallowed and gathered his thoughts.

Assess the injury, shift and get the fuck out of here before he got shot again or worse. An enraged shaman could make dying look like a good idea. The gory details of some of the old Brightwater files skittered around the edge of his consciousness. How long could a person live while a tree grew through them? Judging from the grimace of agony on the victim’s face in the grainy black-and-white photo, too long.

His plan was simple, but the best he could come up with while blood oozed through his fingers. Generally he didn’t mind blood, unless it was his. Then it became a whole lot more worrying. He glanced down his body but couldn’t see the wound while he was lying on his stomach in the dead grass.

Despite the protest in his skull he eased himself up. The world spun twice before settling. Cautiously he lifted his hand, hoping movement hadn’t made the wound worse. Blood wept in time to the beating of his heart. Not a gush, but more than he’d have liked. His heart sped up as terror searched to break free. He sucked in a breath and shut it down, years of training and experience keeping him almost calm. He didn’t have time to panic.

He slid his hand around the part of his leg he couldn’t see, searching for an exit wound, but there wasn’t one. That meant the bullet was still in his leg. Not good. Shifting with a bullet still inside him was risky because as his muscles and bones reshaped the bullet would move, possibly doing more damage, and he’d already, unwittingly, done it once.

On the other hand he was five kilometers from his car, and he’d never make the distance as a man, however as a lion he’d have a chance. He glanced at the house. For all he knew the other sister was inside. He doubted she’d ring him an ambulance or let him place a call. Risking the shift and making a run for safety was looking like the best idea…assuming he didn’t lose too much blood and go into shock on the way there. How much blood had he lost already?

Lachlan licked his lips. He was thirsty and his heart was beating too fast. He was already showing signs of shock. He didn’t have time to debate. The longer he waited the more blood he would lose and the more likely it was the shaman would come back and finish what she’d started.

He drew up the heat that brought on the change. It shimmered up his spine in a flood of warmth, then stopped as if it hit a barrier. He closed his eyes and tried again. He hadn’t failed to shift at will since he was thirteen and just learning. Instead of letting the energy blossom naturally, he pulled hard, as if he could push through whatever was blocking the heat. His muscles shook and his head pounded where he’d been struck. Sweat beaded on his skin where fur should’ve formed. He gritted his teeth. The agony of trying to force a shift grated on every nerve and forced his breath to come in hard pants. He let the shifting heat go and hunched over, weakened from the exertion.

Really not good.

The panic he’d been keeping a rein on slipped its collar and started running around, yelling, “you’re going to die”, making it very hard for him to concentrate.

This was bad. There were only a few ways to prevent a were from shifting. Lachlan swallowed with his jaw clenched tight. He couldn’t walk far like this—if he could walk at all. Maybe he could make it to the woman’s car. He opened his eyes and twisted around, trying to see if it was still here, then paused, a frown creasing his brow.

Around him was a thin white rope, stained dark red. Blood.

He was willing to bet a year’s pay it was the blood of the last European lion in existence. His blood.

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The Truth about Newt


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I’m not a political person. Given that I’m liberal on social issues and fiscally conservative, I suppose that makes me an independent. I worry about where this country is going and whether our economy will ever stop tanking.

I’m also very sick of politicians. Right now, I’m really sick of Newt Gingrich.

The current brouhaha is whether or not he asked his second wife for an open marriage so he could continue dating his mistress. When asked that question during a debate, he turned on the media and blasted them for being negative.

Say what?

He doesn’t think it’s important whether the voters know if he’s trustworthy and honorable? I may not care if the person who bags my groceries is having multiple affairs or is cheating on his/her taxes, but I sure as hell do when it comes to someone who’s going to be passing or signing into law rules that affect my life. Especially rules that say I have to be a pillar of society when s/he can do whatever the hell s/he damn well pleases.

Newt’s anger was a disturbing thing to see. His rant was ridiculous. This is the guy who couldn’t wait to crucify Clinton for an affair when he (Newt) was having one of his own. My God, does he have no shame?

The thing that bothers me the most is the standing ovation he got for taking the media to task as if they’d done something wrong by simply asking him for clarification or to tell the truth. It also bothers me that he can be so blatantly dishonest and no one seems to notice or care.

Is this really the kind of person we want running this country? Have we fallen so far that we can’t even come up with someone worthy of the office?


Guest post with BJ McCall!!

BJ’s taking over my blog today to talk about her awesome books. So sit back, relax and be sure to leave a comment to show your love. :)


Year of the Dragon

2012 is the year of the dragon and I love writing dragon shifter stories.

Dragons appear in myths and fairy tales and they are the keeper of treasure, protecting hoards of gold and jewels and the occasional maiden. I bring those mythical elements into my dragon stories.

My dragons soar and dive. Their wings flap, flutter and snap. Although their wings are important, dragons are far more complex. They have horns, scales, talons and beautiful long tails. They breathe fire and blow smoke and that’s why I love dragon shifters. All that fire stirs my imagination and I want the reader to feel the burn.

Dragon shifter characters are so unique and exciting I decided to do a series titled Dragonfire. My dragons must find their one true mate for only then will they experience dragonfire.

Book one, Captured, was released by Changeling Press in the fall. My heroine, Zira, has been captured and placed in an aviary as a pet for the tyrant, Targus. Her keeper, Laros, is a handsome, human thrall and his job is to take care of the fierce dragon and see that it flies for his master’s pleasure. In this story the dragon is the maiden and Laros is a modern knight who saves her.

Book two, Chosen, is the story of Karis, a female shifter whose fate was preordained because of a gold deal struck between her ancestor and a powerful sorcerer a thousand years ago. Born with a dragon on her hip, Karis is the chosen. According to legend, the location of a hoard of gold will be revealed when Karis bonds with her true mate. She’s been guarded all her life because even good dragons will do bad things for gold.

Book three of Dragonfire will be released later this year. I promise it will have fire, smoke, treasure and a hunky hero.

I wish you a very happy and lucky Year of the Dragon.


A thousand years ago, two dragon clans went to war over a cache of gold. To end the war, a sorcerer hid the gold and foretold of the birth of a female bearing the mark of the dragon.

Born with a dragon on her hip, Karis Nordrath is the chosen, and because of the mark she’s been guarded all of her life. According to legend, the location of the gold will be revealed when the chosen is bonded with her dragon mate, but the only dragon that stirs Karis’ fire is bodyguard, Rett Aurumon.

Rett left the Fire Mountains to follow a wanderlust he couldn’t explain until he laid eyes on Karis. Hired as her bodyguard, Rett doesn’t know if his true role is protector or mate. He doesn’t know Karis is the chosen, but he knows she’s the one.

CHOSEN is the second book in my Dragonfire series and is available now from Changeling Press.


Rett Aurumon stood in the front foyer of Gaden Hazac’s apartment waiting for his client. He walked to the end of the foyer, careful not to step into the spacious living room of glass, chrome and leather. The room had all the warmth of the man who lived within its pale gray walls.

Barefoot and wearing a pair of black sweats, Hazac entered the living room. “She’ll be ready shortly. Her hair was mussed.”

The tone of the lawyer’s voice and his lack of clothing got the point across. Hazac wanted Rett to know he and Miss Nordrath had had sex. Rett had often wondered why the man felt it necessary to make this point to a bodyguard.

Rett liked his job and his growing feelings for the woman he was hired to protect were disturbing, but he was certain of one thing. He disliked Gaden Hazac. “Thank you, Mr. Hazac.”

The lawyer walked over to a wet bar and poured himself a drink. Then Hazac turned his back on Rett and stared out the window at the city skyline.

Rett hadn’t expected his client’s boyfriend to engage him in conversation, and he’d never been invited into the living area of the apartment. Rett didn’t mind remaining in the foyer without benefit of restroom or a drink of water. The job required hours of tedious waiting. At least Rett didn’t have to listen to Hazac and his client making love.

The driver called to tell Rett the armored vehicle was in front of the building. Rett disconnected and his client entered the living room. Her dark gold hair was loose, flowing over her shoulders. She wore a bright blue blouse that complemented her eyes and a gray skirt that accentuated her trim figure.

Rett longed to let his gaze drift slowly down her shapely legs to the high heels she wore, but he kept his focus.

Hazac hustled to her side and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Hey, baby.”

When Hazac leaned down to kiss her, Miss Nordrath turned so that his lips brushed her cheek. She looked at Rett. “Is the car ready?”

“Waiting out front, Miss Nordrath.”

His client stepped back, extricating herself from Hazac. “Goodnight, Gaden.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Hazac said.

Rett opened the front door and checked the hallway. As he escorted his client out of the apartment, Rett glanced at Hazac. “Goodnight, Mr. Hazac.”

The lawyer glared at him, then downed his drink.

When they reached the elevator, Rett pushed the call button. “Did you have a nice evening, Miss Nordrath?”

She sighed. “Not one of my best.”

They stepped into the empty elevator. “Are you headed home, Miss?”

“Yes, thank you.”

As the car descended, Rett took advantage of the private moment to admire his client. She was twenty-seven, stunningly beautiful, with a generous smile and a musical laugh. Her features were delicate, her pale golden skin was flawless, her neck graceful, her breasts nicely rounded, her waist trim, her ass perfect and her legs long.

And the dreams she wrought were making his nights pure agony.

She glanced at him and smiled. Rett was sure she’d caught him looking, but was saved by the loud ding of the elevator bell, announcing they’d descended to the lobby floor. The doors opened. Rett stepped out first and checked the building’s foyer before his client exited the car.

He repeated the security check as they exited the building.

“Rett, why don’t you call me Karis?”

Because I need the reminder that I’m just an employee.

“I’m following instructions, Miss.”

“My father’s instructions? You have my permission to call me Karis.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

He opened the back door of the Nordrath vehicle. Karis’ car was heavily armored with a trained driver at the wheel. Rett rarely left her side.

She climbed into the vehicle, then looked up at Rett and grinned. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

He grinned back. “No, Miss.”

Rett shut the heavy door. He’d never say it out loud, but that wouldn’t stop him from thinking of her as Karis.

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Guest post with Cerise DeLand!!

Cerise is taking over my blog today talking about the delights of Winter, including an awesome recipe!! Pull up a chair, relax and leave a comment to show your love.  :)

Delights of Winter: Books, chocolate sauce and thou!

A balmy 60 degree weather here in south Texas does not deter me from writing this. I am cold. Okay, I know you are probably shivering in much lower temperatures, but hey!, where I live this is approximately 20-30 degrees lower than what we normally experience.

Yet in winter, my activities turn to cocooning.

Today, I’m making a marinara sauce, reading the next in my allotment of Rita nominee novels and watching the rain drizzle down. I’m not going anywhere. I’m wearing my comfy duds and thick socks and drinking tea and coffee.

Could life be better?


To help you in your quest for a yummy day–or even Valentine’s Day, I give you my recipe for chocolate sauce.

This thick delicious stuff warms the heart in winter (and all other seasons). It’s easy and quick to make. (I give it as Christmas gifts.) And it is not terribly expensive.

Here’s your chocolate fix:

  • 1 12 oz. bag of chocolate chips (Any flavor, they are all yummy!)
  • 1 bag of Kraft caramels (Yes, you have to unwrap these little suckers. Truly, this is the “hardest” part of the recipe, but why not have a scotch, neat, while unwrapping these little babies? You’ll be warm, happy and ready for desert!)
  • 1 can evaporated milk
  • 1 stick of butter (1 cup)

Empty the room temperature butter, chips, caramels into a microwave proof pot. Pour the milk over it all.

Then, in 2 minutes increments, cook the mixture on High in the microwave, for a total of 10-12 minutes.

Stir (and sip your scotch) between every 2 minute cook.

Remove from microwave, stir with a spatula for one-2 minutes to ensure that the teeny tiny bits melt down.

Pour into a glass jar with a metal spoon inside to ensure the glass does not break from the heat. (I use canning jars, large and lovely, for this! As a gift, I tie a bow around the lip. Viola! Happy friends!)

This makes such a heap of deliciousness, your family will thank you. YOU will thank you. Over ice cream or brownies–or…um…just straight from the darn jar, this sauce is divine.

Also divine is the opportunity to write for a number of terrific publishers. (I love my job.)

On Feb. 3, I debut a short short with my Sassy 7 friends for Decadent Publishing in their new series, The Edge. They even invited us to launch this line for them!

BE MINE, my story, tells the tale of a man who has hunted for the woman he met and fell in love with last Valentine’s Day.

Hope you will read them all and enjoy them, my chocolate sauce and your cocooning activities, (wink, wink!) whatever they are!

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New Faces at Sweet n Sexy Divas!!!

I’m pleased to announce the addition of several new and fabulous authors at my other site Sweet n Sexy Divas!

Without further ado, let me introduce them.

Adele Dubois

Cerise Deland

Santa Cutie

Dee Brice

Francesca Hawley

Jan Springer

Jane Beckenham

Liz Crowe

Stormie Kent

Please join these fabulous authors and our other SNSD member authors each day for great posts and news of their recent releases, including contests!!

Renee’s Done It Again

Renee Vincent, an author friend, has a wonderful series called Sweet n Sexy Soulful Quotes that she runs at my other site Sweet n Sexy Divas.

This month’s are so good, I wanted to post them here, just in case you missed them.


Sweet N Sexy Soulful Quotes


Hello everyone and welcome to another addition of Soulful Quotes. Today, I have several great books I think you will like for this month’s feature. Each one of these authors is a fellow Turquoise Morning Press author and it gives me great pleasure to spotlight a few of my favorites.

The books I feature today are from authors who were not afraid to be soulful, sappy, and/or suggestive when it came to their heroes. So, grab a seat, and pick up a pen and paper so you can add these to your TBR list.

Happy reading!


He sighed and dropped his pile of blankets on the floor in front of the fire and started layering and straightening them. “If you’re not going to sleep in the heat with me, then I have no choice but to sleep here. That’s how grandpa raised me.”


“You’re being ridiculous.”


“No, sweetheart, I’m being a man.” He glanced down at the blankets he’d spread out. “It’d be warmer if we slept down here together and could share body heat.”


“A pick up line.” She rolled her eyes. “Still being a man, I see. Did your grandpa teach you that too?”


Keri Ford ~ Chasing Her Trail

“Shelby, look at me.” The gentleness in his voice compelled me to turn my head, and reluctantly I raised my eyes. To say I was shocked when I saw him smiling would have been a huge understatement. With the tip of his finger, he tapped the bottom of my chin, to close my mouth. He cupped my cheek with his hand, his wry smile tugging at my heart.


“God, you’re beautiful… I needed to see you, to touch you.” He removed his hand from my cheek, and I felt a moment of loss, wanting him to hold me again. “I don’t know what, or how much you remember. I don’t care. I’m just glad you’re alive. I’ve said it before, I’d rather have you alive and hating me than to not have you at all, and I mean that. When they buried—” His voice roughened and broke. A tear trickled out of his blue eye.


Tank never cried.


He laughed, he joked and he got mad. He never cried. Without thinking, I flicked away his tear, then cupped his cheek in my palm, busy blinking back my own tears.


After a brief pause, he cleared his throat. “When they buried you, they may as well have placed me in the casket with you. All of me was with you.” He took hold of my hand and pressed it to the centre of his chest. “You are my heart. Without you, I don’t exist.”


Madison J. Edwards ~ According To Plan



Her name came out too abrupt, too urgent. He opened his eyes to meet her wide green gaze and forced a shaky smile. He plucked the fork from her hand and dropped it to the plate, weaving his finger through hers as if she could anchor him. She blinked away the confusion clouding her eyes when he opened his mouth and no words came out.


A nervous smile twitched her lips. “What? What’s the matter? Speak, boy. Is Timmy in the well?”


He managed a weak chuckle in appreciation of her lame joke and shook his head. “I just…” His finger tightened around hers. “I just…You’re happy, right?” he managed in a rush. “With how things are going? I mean, obviously we’re not pregnant yet, but other than that…Me and you? You’re okay with how things are with us, aren’t you?” When she reared back, he leaned in, desperate to keep her from slipping from his grasp. “I am, I mean…Really happy. I think things are going really well—”


Stubborn pride had him clamping his mouth shut the moment she wrested her hand from his. He looked away as she slipped from her chair and rushed into the kitchen. He stared at the wall, the muscle in his jaw ticking with tension. Somewhere, there on the cat-hair-dusted floor, his heart lay split open wide and bleeding. He didn’t want to risk a peek.


“I have something for you.”


His head jerked up. He clenched his teeth and sucked in a deep breath before turning to look at her. Maggie leaned against the doorway, waving a plastic stick as if it was a magic wand.


“I’m happy with all that and with how the getting pregnant thing is going, too,” she said, a slow, sly smile creeping across her face.


“Huh?” His forehead creased into a frown when she waved the stick in front of his face again. He caught her wrist and leaned back, squinting to bring the scrap of plastic into focus. A blue line streaked across the tiny window. His head jerked up, their gazes met, and her smile unfurled like a flower in bloom. “You’re pregnant?”


The quick, herky-jerky movements of her head could have gone either way, but his brain engaged at last, reminding him that she wouldn’t be standing there brandishing a stick she’d peed on if the answer wasn’t yes. Eyes locked on hers, he rose from his seat, winding his fingers around hers and trapping the magic wand in her closed fist.


“We’re pregnant,” he whispered, dipping his head to seal the declaration with a kiss.


Margaret Ethridge ~ Commitment

Thirteen stitches and four hours later, they left the hospital. They swung by the Elm Street building to make sure his truck and the building were locked up and then stopped by the pharmacy to fill his prescription of mild painkillers.


“Your place or mine?” she asked.


“Yours,” he said leaning his head against the seat.


At home, she got him settled on the couch, then looked him up and down. “Take off your clothes.” She laughed at the grin spreading across his face. “Your clothes have blood on them and need washed.”


“I don’t have anything else to wear.” But he began removing his clothes anyway. “You’re staring,” he said, kicking his jeans to the side. Beneath he wore boxer briefs and a hard on.


“You’re gorgeous,” she said on a husky whisper.


“You stole my line.”


Christina Wolfer ~ The Daughter

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The 10 Reasons You’re No Juliet

The following article was sent to me by – I enjoyed it so much, I thought all of you might like it too. :)

For centuries, Romeo and Juliet have been synonymous with love and passion. Comparisons are almost inevitable whenever we consider our own romantic fortunes. So, how does your love life stack up in comparison to our Shakespearean maiden, the young Capulet? Let’s break it down. Here are the ten reasons you’re no Juliet:

  1. At the tender age of thirteen, Juliet had discovered, fallen in love with, and married the love of her life. You, at age thirty-five, are often undecided between a Friday night date and CSI:NY.
  2. Juliet was willing to forsake her family, social status and fate for her true love, Romeo. You need a consensus among six friends, your horoscope, a psychic, and Dr. Phil before giving out your phone number.
  3. Juliet feigned death in order to escape being wed to Paris, her suitor. You feign having the flu in order to escape wedding invitations.
  4. Juliet is the daughter of aristocracy, a product of high social status. Your family is so blue-collar that until you were 18, the only union with men you ever knew about were the Teamsters.
  5. Juliet rejected the worst reports about Romeo’s character, and chose to trust her intuition, and Romeo himself. You, in contrast, won’t even do lunch without first conducting an online background check.
  6. Her love for Romeo was so intense that Juliet, upon seeing him dead, plunged a dagger into her own heart. You fairly faint at the sight of a syringe, and so have never so much as donated blood.
  7. Juliet, in the span of four days, exhibits a steely determination to pursue this, her love of a lifetime at all costs. You, on the other hand, would need that long to decide on a pair of shoes.
  8. Juliet develops from a naive child into a self-assured woman through her love affair with Romeo. That pretty much works in reverse for you, when it comes to romantic interests.
  9. Marriage is not a priority for Juliet, despite the urgings and manipulations of her parents. You are constantly reminded that all of your friends have married, and are tired of being the proverbial ‘fifth wheel’ at parties.
  10. On the plus side, you’re willing to wait until the right guy comes along, without killing yourself in the process; and you have the love and support of your family in doing so.

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