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Tuesday Take Over with Rebecca Rivard

Hi, everyone—

I’m Rebecca Rivard and I write dark shifters, sexy fae and other magical creatures—which has to be one of the best jobs ever!

A Special Breed of Shifters

My Fada Shapeshifters series started in a local park. I live in the Chesapeake Bay region, and one day I was swimming in a creek with my husband. The water tumbles over large rocks that could be the entrance to a hidden, other world. One with magical beings like shapeshifters and dryads and fae…

What, I wondered, if someone was watching me—a man, whose world I’d intruded upon? And what if he was a shapeshifter who could shift to water animals.

My series was born. The first three novels feature the Rock Run River Fada—a special breed of water shapeshifters with magical Gifts and the ability to shift into animals like dolphins, sharks and even otters. There are also earth fada, who shift into mountain lions, jaguars, wolves and other land-based animals.

Then there are the fae, like the fae queen in Seducing the Sun Fae, who as the novel begins is being secretly studied by a dark shifter alpha just like the one I pictured there in the woods that day. He plans to seduce her—and then kidnap her.

My latest release is a prequel to the Fada Shapeshifter series. This story took me to 1850s Ireland and an Irish sea fada Seer named Ula—and the Portuguese shifter whom she suspects is up to no good. I’m so thrilled that advance readers are loving the chemistry between Ula and her dark shifter mate, Nisio!

Stealing Ula: A Fada Shapeshifter Prequel

She’s an Irish Seer with a Gift she can’t control…

He’s a mercenary with a dark secret…

Here’s an excerpt:

In this scene, Irish sea fada Ula has followed Nisio, a visiting Portuguese river fada, as he hurries somewhere within her clan’s base. She’s sure that Nisio is up to something.  But he disappears until—

Ula rounded the corner to the last landing—and there on the bottom step was a large, black-haired man staring up at her.

She jolted and pressed a hand to her pounding heart. “Bloody hell! You scared me.”

Nisio’s silver eyes glinted in the shadows. “Did I?” he replied in his slow, careful English as he started up the stairs. “Then I must apologize, senhorita.”

“That’s all right. It’s just you startled—”

She halted as he stepped onto the landing and moved back so that she was against the stone wall.

He set a hand on the wall next to her head. His shirt hung open and her eyes involuntarily dipped to the bare chest just inches away.

Ula was used to seeing half-naked men. Water fada were adapted to cool temperatures. At home in their caverns, they dressed in minimal clothing and went barefoot.

But holy blue seas, the man was beautiful: broad shouldered and heavily muscled with smooth olive skin. Her fingers itched to tangle themselves in the curly black hair dusting his chest.

She swallowed and curled them into her palms.

Nisio’s eyes darkened. “Ula.” Just her name, spoken in a husky voice that sent an answering vibration down her spine.

She moistened her lips. “Nisio. I—” Her mind blanked.

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You search for me, perhaps?”

“I was, aye.” She nodded vigorously. “I’m just after making sure everything is all right.” It was the truth, but not the whole truth.

One black brow kicked up skeptically. “That is kind. But as I have told you, everything is fine. Your clan, it is most generous.”

“Lovely—I’m happy to hear that.” She gave him a bright smile, and said, “Well, I guess I’ll be on my way,” and went to slip around him.

He moved so that his body blocked hers. “I think not.”

“What?” She froze, her back to the wall, and stared up at him. “And why not, I’d like to know?”

He shifted closer. So close she could feel the heat of him all along her body. Her heart slammed against her rib cage. Slow, hard strokes that stole the air from her lungs.

“You followed me, Ula. I want to know why. The truth, por favor.”

She pressed her lips together. Unable to lie, because it would make her sick, and besides, he’d scent it anyway.

“Nothing to say, hm?” He studied her from beneath lush black lashes that were almost too pretty for a man but were the perfect balance for his lean, hard face.

She drew a shaky breath. She should stop this—demand he let her go. She was in her own clan’s base. He wouldn’t dare hurt her, not if he wanted to make it out of Ireland alive.

But somehow she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. She stared at him, caught by the heat in his expression and something in herself, something that ached for whatever he had to give her.

“You’ve got it all wrong. I wasn’t—” She halted and shook her head.

Sim,” he murmured darkly. “If I were you, I would not speak that lie. It will only make you ill, não é?”

She moved a shoulder.

He stroked the sensitive underside of her jaw, then continued down to where the bodice of her dress came to a vee. “You are here to see to my needs, yes? What if I have need of you?”

She shook her head helplessly. The vision flashed through her mind. This seemed inevitable, something that had been foretold. She reminded herself that she didn’t trust her visions, but Goddess, she ached for this one to be true.

He slipped a finger under her bodice, teasing the top of her breast. She was panting now, unable to fill her lungs. Her nipples prickled, pushing against the thin blue-and-white cotton.

Nisio’s gaze flicked down, taking in the hard points. He gripped her shoulders, muttered something harsh in Portuguese and brought his mouth to hers.

Ula braced her hands against the wall, expecting a hard, punishing kiss. She knew this was his way of teaching her a lesson for spying on him. But instead he halted, his mouth a hairsbreadth from hers and teased the seam of her lips with his tongue. Heat slid over her in sensuous rivulets. Her whole body went taut.

His nostrils flared and she knew he scented her wanting. “Por favor, cara,” he murmured. “I want only a taste…”

Something in her melted at his coaxing tone. She parted her lips and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her in sweet, deliberate strokes until her head was spinning and her knees felt like jelly.

He lifted his head and took a deep breath.

She gulped. “Nisio?”

He cupped her face. “Shh…”

For a hushed moment, they stared at each other. This close, she could see his silver irises were rimmed with a darker gray, a container for the translucent shimmer of his eyes.

Then his mouth took hers again. This time, one kiss followed another in an unbroken line that left her breathless: deep, drugging kisses. His body pinned her to the wall, his chest hard against her breasts, his erection hot against her belly even through the layers of clothing separating them.

Ula forgot that she was a little afraid of him. She forgot that she didn’t quite trust him. She just wanted more.

A bit about Rebecca Rivard:

As a teenager, I read way too many romances, little realizing I was actually preparing for a career. After a detour through various genres, I’ve returned to my first love. Seducing the Sun Fae: A Fada Novel, Book 1 was a 2016 EPIC Awards Finalist for Best Fantasy/Paranormal Romance and Ensnared: A Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance was a Night Owl Reviews Top Pick.

When I’m not in my writing cave dreaming up stories about dark shifters, sexy fae and ruthless vampires, I can be found taking photos (which I frequently post on Instagram), walking or biking with my husband, or wrestling the weeds in my yard. The weeds are winning.

You can pick up Stealing Ula at any eBook store:

Amazon: myBook.to/StlUlaAm
iBooks:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1176305937
NOOK: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1125138639

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/stealing-ula-a-fada-shapeshifter-prequel

And I’m so excited to have stories in two upcoming anthologies! “Lir’s Lady” is part of Once Upon a Midnight Solstice, a box set with 7 sexy paranormal romances that will be out on Dec. 13—just in time for the holidays. “Valentine Kisses” will be in Once Upon a Valentine along with stories from 11 other bestselling paranormal and contemporary authors (out Feb. 14).

Stay in touch! I love to connect with readers.

Email: rivardromance@gmail.com

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Making Magic with Isadora Montrose

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Hello everyone, I am Isadora Montrose and I am thrilled to be on Lynn Tyler’s blog. Today, I want to share with you part of the process of writing my dragon shifter stories.

Dragon’s Christmas Captive is book 5 in my Lords of the Dragon Islands series.
The first thing I do when I start outlining a new book is to look at what the challenges will be for the characters. No challenges – no story. Then I use that to inject humor into the situation. I describe my stories as spicy romps, because they should not be taken too seriously. But the feelings that lead to the hot HEA – those are the real deal and not funny at all!

In my next dragon shifter romance, Dragon’s Christmas Captive, Elven Princess Alexandra has emerged from 800 years of solitude to search for her mate. The humor in the story comes from the collision between Theo’s twenty-first century world and Lexi’s medieval expectations.

To Lexi technology appears to be some new magic – by turns mysterious and powerful, and yet not as easy to use as her own. But equally, she is bewildered by Theo’s ignorance of things she takes for granted.

Dragon’s Christmas Captive

Dragon shifter Theo Lindorm has been hunting for his Fated Mate for 10 years. Elven princess Lexi has been waiting for her Prince for 1000.

She is prepared to settle for this modern day Viking barbarian, and trade immortality for a home and family. All Theo wants is a soft, sweet Valkyrie and some firelings.

If only Alpha Male Theo would play by Lexi’s ancient rules. But this Naval Officer resists her spells, and retaliates with a sensual enchantment of his own. As her attempts to make Theo love her fail, Lexi finds herself trapped in a mortal body snared by human feelings. How could Fate be so cruel?

Here is an excerpt:

“We haven’t got a chance. I’m sorry, Princess, I truly am. But it’s not even a forlorn hope.”

Alexandra folded her tiny arms across her chest. Her green eyes blazed. “You haven’t even tried,” she complained. “It’s your Quest. What kind of a dragon ignores a Quest?”

Theo leaned back in his armchair, crossed his arms, and stretched his legs out in front of him. He was enjoying himself. She was so indignant, and so cute. Mad as a hatter, of course, but cute as anything. Just being around the princess amused him. How could he convince her? He ambled across to his laptop, booted it up and googled the Gulf of Bothnia.

“What is that?” She was suspicious. She swooped onto the keyboard. Her feet sent the screen into a flurry of changing images. She leapt straight up into the air and hovered, wings beating furiously.

“Um, you can’t stand there, Princess,” he said, trying not to laugh. She perched trembling on his bun, holding on to his dirk to steady herself.

“Is it dragon magic?” Her voice was sharp.

“No. It’s technology.”

“What is this technology? Is it some kind of sorcery?” Her trembling increased.

“If it is, it’s white magic. Nothing to be frightened of.” Theo scrolled to the section of the map that showed Severn Island. He tapped the screen with a ballpoint pen. “This is where we are.” He expanded the map and pointed again. “And this is where your tree grew.”

Alexandra had stopped trembling, but now she began vibrating so hard his little dagger shook with the force of her excitement. “There’s my tree,” she cried. “But you cut it down,” she said more doubtfully.

“This photograph was taken some time ago, it shows the past, Princess, not the present.”

“The Pool of Loki is better,” she informed him grandly. “It shows the past, the present and the future.”

“I’m not familiar with the Pool of Loki,” Theo said dryly. “But this map is the best one I’ve got. Can you show me where the dragon fell from the sky?”

“I don’t know,” Princess Alexandra peered down at the screen. Her voice was faint and buzzed with anxiety. “I think you should look at my map.”

She flew down in front of him and stood beside his laptop. A stick shorter than her trident materialized in her little hand. She held it out to him. Theo did not know how to take it without taking her entire arm too. Eventually he laid his palm flat and she placed the minute object on it.

It began to grow before his eyes. Soon it was clearly a tightly rolled scroll wound around an ivory stick with gilded knobs. In a very little while, it was large enough for him to unroll. He laid it flat on his bed, where it gave new meaning to ‘pop-up’. Princess Alexandra stood on his shoulder and squeaked into his ear, as the forests and hills came into high relief.

“This is hard to understand,” she said, “When it’s so cursed big. I don’t know where I am.” She flew down and began to walk gingerly across the map. Her purple and gold dress seemed to be entirely composed of glitter and floss. Her pale limbs winked through the fabric as she clambered uphill and down.

She stumbled and fell. “I can’t find my grove,” she grumbled, fluttering up to his shoulder again.

Theo put his finger down on the little rise that Princess Alexandra’s trees grew on. “This is it, right here.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, sweetheart. I’m good at reading maps.”

“And swimming,” she said. “You wear funny orange colored livery when you go beneath the waves to play with your pets. Carrying drink. You can hold your breath for a long time like the whales. I’ve seen you – many times.”

It took Theo a moment to realize that she thought his dive tanks were some kind of beverage carrier. “It’s a whole new world, Princess, that you’ve woken up in.”

“You needn’t sound so happy about it, Lindorm.”

“What are these little ships here?” With the tip of his pen, Theo tapped the map where squared-sailed vessels bobbed in the blue waves.

“Those are the longships that fought with those of the Snorre the Thief, of course.” Her tone suggested he lacked the brains of the village idiot.

“Of course. And where did Snorre fall to his death?”

“There.” Alexandra pointed with her small trident.

Theo saw that a burgundy dragon struggled on the white frilled waves. The waves swallowed Snorre and spat him out – over and over. A gruesome little animation. His pixie was a bloodthirsty little imp.

A bit about Isadora Montrose:

I write hot paranormal romance. I just celebrated my Indie-publishing birthday on Oct 22. I had no idea that this gig would turn out to be mainly about interacting with readers and other authors. Indie-publishing is a way more intimate experience than I ever dreamed, and I love every minute.

My spicy stories involve heroic bear shifters and hunky dragon shifters and the curvy women who are their fated mates. I have three series: Bear Fursuits, The Bachelor Bears of Yakima Ridge, and Lords of the Dragon Islands. Next year, I intend to launch a Phoenix shifter series of military Alpha Males.

Alpha males who are both tender and protective are the heroes I enjoy reading about, so those are the kinds of guys I put in my books. I want my heroines to be someone with whom the reader can identify: bold, brave women facing head-on the challenges thrown at them by a hard world.

I decided to write stories about full figured women who look like the average woman, because I want my readers to identify with my heroines. Their men think they are beautiful and desirable, and love them to bits.

Right now, I am excited about the holidays. Dragon’s Christmas Captive will be published in Shifters Secrets & Surprises, a box set with 3 other hot holiday romances.

And my full length novel Dragon’s Possession about Theo’s cousin Lars will be available for pre-orders on Nov 21.

Read Dragon’s Christmas Captive and the steamy shorts of Lily Thorne, Emma Alisyn and Anna Lowe in Shifters, Secrets and Surprises.

It will also be available in Kindle Unlimited as are all my other books:

Check out my books on my Amazon page.

I love to talk to my readers. Drop me a line, or join my readers group where I post snippets of my WIP and share new covers, etc.

Email: isadora@isadoramontrose.com
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THANK YOU for making it to the end: The talented Anna Lowe has created a jigsaw puzzle of the cover of Shifters, Secrets & Surprises. I hope you enjoy it: http://bit.ly/2fAqacL

Words and Food: Love at First Read with Monica La Porta

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Thank you for having me, Lynn! Let me introduce myself to your fantastic readers: Hi, my name is Monica La Porta, I write love stories, and I like to build worlds with my pen (or more precisely, with my too big fingers on a battered keyboard) and cook (because I love food.) So, it won’t come as a surprise that I am always trying to shed some pounds and that my heroes and heroines are often eating or preparing their meals. Once or twice, a recipe might have found its way into a story, especially if I was attempting to follow a diet while writing. While I was working on The Immortal Greek (The Immortals, Book 2), I must have gone through a serious withdrawal phase, because Alexander and Ravenna keep eating throughout the whole story; she even cooks for him her favorite dish in a heated scene I had so much fun writing. So, without further ado, have a taste of immortal cooking…

 

Ravenna’s Greek Chicken

“What about Greek chicken?” Ravenna asked.

Alexander stood by the counter, arms on the marble surface, a grin on his face. “Is that an insult?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Please. Give me some credit. If I wanted to insult you, you would have known.”

“Well, you are sharp.”

“You’ve never had chicken à la Greek?” She opened the frozen compartment and took out a plastic bag with a pound of chicken thighs. Once every two or three months—depending on her job—she drove to a farm in Umbria, two hours north of Rome, and bought organic meat she then separated and refrigerated at home.

He laughed. “Never even heard of it before now.”

“Then you’re lucky because it’s my favorite dish and one I can make blindfolded.” She regretted the analogy as soon as it came out of her mouth, and hoped he couldn’t see her fingers were fumbling with the resealable strip on the bag.

“Really? Would you wear one for me?” He leaned on the counter and put his chin on his fisted hands. “It sounds fascinating.”

She turned her back to him and opened the plastic bag by puncturing it with a knife, then set it in a plate she placed inside the microwave. “Don’t get yourself too comfortable. Help me with the onions.”

Alexander strode to the sink and washed his hands. She handed him a dishcloth while checking on the meat defrosting in the microwave. He dried his hands, then reached over the knife block to her right. His arm brushed her shirt over her chest, and her legs became jelly. Instinctively, she felt the need to cover her flimsy blouse and grabbed the kitchen apron she kept on a hook by the fridge.

“Let me.” He laid the knife on the counter, then stepped back and helped her tie the apron’s strings around her waist.

“I can do it—” Somehow, her hands weren’t able to muster such a simple act on their own and they had kept stumbling against each other.

“You smell so good.”

She felt his breath on her neck and a set of shivers ran through her. Her body reacted to his nearness with an enthusiasm that left her looking for support. Where her first reaction would have been to lean back against him, she dropped her hands over the counter beside the sink instead. She tried to maintain as much distance as she could between their bodies, but it felt wrong.

“Like jasmine and sage.” His knuckles trailed the side of her throat from her ear to the hollow on her shoulder. Then his fingers traveled down her side and found their way under the apron, and he traced circles over the shirt and above the swell of her breast.

She wanted more than anything to press his hand lower and recline her head back for her mouth to meet his, but she was terrified whatever happened next would mean so much to her and nothing to him. Aching with need she had never experienced before, she steadied her resolve. “Stop.”

He flashed to her side before she had even finished uttering the command. She noticed his right hand shook as he sliced the onions she had put on the cutting board for him. The tension between them intensified as the cooking preparations proceeded, but he didn’t attempt to touch her again. Despite he was complying with what she had asked of him, it hurt.

“Can you take care of sautéing the onions and the garlic?” She passed him a head of garlic and small pan. “The oil is there.” She pointed at the green bottle on the windowsill over the sink.

He worked as instructed with a certainty in his actions revealing that not only he knew how to cook, but that he also enjoyed doing it. She caught herself staring at him maneuvering the pan over the stove. “Be careful not to burn the onions and remove the golden-brown garlic.”

He laughed. “As you command, Enforcer.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips turned up in a smile. “My kitchen, my rules.”

He stopped tinkering with the pan, and satisfied by the coloring of the onions, he set it aside. Then he leaned with his back to the counter to face her. “You’re the domineering type, aren’t you?”

Unable to bear the intensity in his gaze, she turned her back to him, and focused on her cooking once again. “I’m glad you finally realized it.” She rolled the chicken she had cut into cubes in the flour, then heated a few tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil in a second pan and cooked the meat.

“Sometimes, giving up power makes you free to feel.” He had walked the few steps separating the counter from the stove and was now towering behind her. “Enhances your senses.” He leaned closer. “Opens your mind to possibilities you would’ve never considered.” He breathed behind her ear, sending shivers up and down her body. “Experiences that transcend pleasure and transport you to a different plane of existence.” Without touching her, he kept whispering so close to her throat his words caressed her skin. “A plane where time and space don’t matter, but only kisses and touches, and hands exploring bodies, and need so raw it kills being separated from her, from him.”

Suddenly, he moved away. Where there had been warmth only a moment before, there was now cold. She gasped and had to steady herself against the counter, her entire body pulsing with energy, her heart galloping inside her chest, her legs melting under her.

“What’s next?” He stood next to her, close, but again not touching.

“What?” She wouldn’t dare look at him, not wanting to expose herself, her thoughts so loud he would read them in her eyes.

He laid his hands palm down on the counter, leaned forward, and tilted his head toward her. “What do you want me to do next?”

She felt his silent call and couldn’t find the strength to fight him. She had tried, but it was futile to deny the attraction she felt for him. The moment her eyes met his, Ravenna was lost in them and decided she must have him. She inched closer.

“Do you want me to cut more vegetables?” Alexander asked.

She blinked.

He smiled. “More onions? What else can I do? I’m so hungry.”

 

The Immortal Greek blurb:

 

Alexander Drako: handsome, famous, rich, and on the cover of every tabloid in Europe. He has done it all and seen it all. Born a Greek in the times of the Roman Empire, he was chosen by a capricious goddess as one of her immortal followers. With his surfer good looks and a playboy disposition, Alexander has been living the life every man dreams of, at least for the last two thousand years.
Tall, elegant, and unapproachable, Ravenna Del Sarto is the perfect example of a modern career woman. An enforcer for the Immortal Council, she brings the bad guys of the paranormal world to justice. She doesn’t have time for fun and has zero tolerance for playboys.
During the highly anticipated End of Summer party, a young immortal commits suicide by jumping from Alexander’s balcony and Ravenna is called to investigate the death. Alexander quickly learns that not only Ravenna’s walls are impenetrable to his easy smile, but she is also bringing him up on charges.
Will she detain him?
Or will his legendary charms help him out of this one?

 

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A few more words about me: Several years ago I landed in Washington State and never left, because I find the mist and the rain fascinating. I write in several genres, from stark dystopian and sweet futuristic romance, to paranormal with an Italian twist. Below are the links to a few freebies if you’d like a taste of my stories. Each title is the first in its series. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I’ve had fun writing them! And don’t hesitate to contact me on my Facebook page if you have any question. I love hearing from my readers! Or sign to my newsletter if you want to keep up with sales and new releases.

 

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