Archives: Lynn Tyler

Shifters Gone Alpha Boxed Set

Shifters Gone Alpha-1aThe Shifters Gone Alpha Boxed set is here!

When it comes to love, it doesn’t take long for shifters to go alpha. This boxed set of NEW stories from bestselling authors shows how there’s nothing a shifter won’t do for their mate’s pleasure.

Her Alpha Mate by Michele Bardsley
As the Fire Pack alpha’s wife Alice Mason will do anything ensure the future of her wolf pack and the ancient bloodline of her husband. Even if it means she must sacrifice her own life…

The Bear Witch Project by Renee George
Bears and witches are natural enemies, so when bear shifter Ty Wasape meets curvy witch Solange Tremaine at an Osage casino, he is naturally torn between killing her or making her his mate.

Her Destiny by Brandy Walker
Selena has a new job, new home, and new friends; to include a cat she calls Felix. When her life is threatened Felix, aka Malcolm, comes to the rescue bringing her into a world she never knew existed.

KnightForce 1 by Sydney Addae
La Patron’s rebel problem needs correcting before the cops get involved. Asia, Angus and Tyrese, arrive in the Rocky Mountains to prevent more deaths and keep humans unaware Shifters live next door.

Darkness Rising by Lisa Carlisle
Antoine Chevalier is a gargoyle shifter living in Paris. When he’s attacked by rogue vampires, he’s forced to abandon his identity and must recreate himself in a world now filled with darkness.

Her Dragon’s Soul by Julia Mills
Find mate…check. Bond with mate…check. Exorcise demon taking take over mate hence saving dragon kin and the world…oh crap, not again. Can’t a dragon catch a break?

The Gathering: Homecoming by Ellis Leigh
Join the trio from The Gathering as they navigate their new life. Blasius and Dante must make their mate Moira feel welcome, but their mountain girl has trouble finding her footing on marble floors.

Wolves at the Door by Skye Jones
Brooke is studying the wildlife of a remote Scottish area. What she finds shocks her. Sexy alpha, Drew, seduces Brooke. They spend the night together, but Drew wants more. He wants Brooke as his mate.

Domlen’s Way by Solease M Barner
Domlen’s handsome, sexy, smart and a Dominate. He will ensure you are satiated, satisfied, sore and pleased. You will only have to submit to Domlen’s Way to get the attention of this dragon-shifter.

Rescued? By the Wolf by Cristina Rayne
When Rogue lion shifter, Tori, jumps into the truck of an annoyingly hot wolf shifter she mistakes for human, lifelong hostilities and self-restraint are tested as they flee from the lions in pursuit.

Spring Mates by Lynn Tyler
Mating season. The time when a young man’s heart turns to creating a permanent bond with the one he loves. At least, in theory.

Breaking the Storm by Sedona Venez
One curvy fae witch. One smoking hot ‘Rock Star’ wolf shifter–and a curse that threatens their burning love.

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Daniel’s Mate is here!

DanielsMate-LynnTyler-500x750Daniel’s Mate: Pack Mates Book 6 is finally here. Dan made his first appearance in The Wolf’s Tiger and has been very mysterious ever since. He’s been carrying around secrets for years, secrets that no man should have to carry.

Want to know a little more? Check out Daniel’s Mate.

 

Some secrets aren’t meant to be kept.

Big, bad wolf shifter, Daniel Carter has been on the run for years. Finally settling down near the Smooth Rock Falls werewolf pack as a lone wolf, he feels he may actually have a chance at protecting the secret he’s been carrying with him.

Trevor Armstrong is still recovering from half a year of horror. The last thing he wants is to be under the influence of another alpha. So when Daniel offers Trevor the chance to recover without giving an oath to the resident alpha, he jumps at it.

But secrets are not always meant to be kept and one false move can ruin them all.

 

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Pierce’s Choice: Cover Reveal

Despite my many ongoing computer issues, (I swear, I’m cursed) I have something that just has to be shared! The brand new cover for Pierce’s Choice, which will be released on November 3 from Liquid Silver Books.

So, without further ado, I give you Pierce’s Choice!

pierceschoiceAfter having been removed from his parent’s home for his own safety, Pierce Nevitt has lived his entire life at someone else’s whim. The tiger Omega has been protected and coddled from the outside world, denied the one thing he wants more than anything: Gavin.
Gavin Jackson ran away from Pierce, terrified of getting too attached, only to discover it was too late. Freshly graduated, he’s been assigned as one of Pierce’s bodyguards when he is moved to Smooth Rock Falls.
Now, someone is trying to kidnap Omegas, and the two of them need to figure out who and why before their newly re-kindled love is torn apart forever in Lynn Tyler’s newest addition to the bestselling Pack Mates series.

 

Of bees and ducks.

My lovely son started off his life with a bang. I had pregnancy induced high blood pressure and gestational diabetes. I was induced at 38 weeks and soon enough the nurse was uttering a word no woman in labour ever wants to hear: Crap!

He was ready to be born and it was a mad scramble to find someone, anyone, to deliver him. He was born with just one push, the doctor telling me to slow down the whole time.

Because I had a high risk pregnancy, I didn’t get to see him right away. I remember looking up and seeing his bassinet surrounded by six doctors. They moved out of the way and six more people came in. My husband was hovering near our son, while my own mother was holding my hand, telling me everything was okay.

It turns out that he was seen by thirty people in under ten minutes.

But he was perfect and healthy and he was ours.

It wasn’t until he was 18 months old that we noticed something wasn’t quite right. He didn’t speak. Not one single word. Not mama, not dada, not dog, not anything…

We made an appointment at a local speech therapy clinic after having his hearing tested. They determined our son had a speech development delay. Not just a vocabulary delay, but an expressive language delay. We started therapy as soon as a spot opened up.

It was a lot of hard work. There were flash cards, tongue exercises and lots of mirrors. Very slowly, his vocabulary grew, as did his ability to express his emotions in words.

Now he’s talking up a storm. He still has trouble with certain sounds and occasionally throws a tantrum instead of using his words, but what kid doesn’t?

What does this have to do with bees or ducks? Well, I have a habit of giving my kids animal nicknames. Our daughter is “monkey” and our son is “ducky”.

Just recently my son as started calling me “bee.” When I asked him why, he responded in his cute little voice: “Because bee is for the best. And you’re the best.”

Oh, the joy of words!

An erotic romance excerpt: Steam

It occurs to me that I never posted an excerpt for my newest erotic romance novel, Steam. How remiss! This book is a little different from what I normally write, but I personally think it is my best work yet.

So without further ado…

Steam: Handlers book 1Sunny Kerrigan has never quite figured out what was wrong with her. After being raised in a series of foster homes, and even a stint in the local psychiatric unit as a child, it’s not until she’s visited by two strange men that she finally gets some answers about her past. She’s a witch. A fire handler, to be specific.

Sloan Shirer, the MacAlister water handler, has never gotten over the death of his wife. But the arrival of the new fire handler, with a personality that matches her name, shakes him to the core. Suddenly, he’s feeling things he’d thought died all those years ago with his wife.

Sunny and Sloan struggle to find their way as the prophesied battle looms ever closer in this steamy new series.

 

Excerpt

Sloan Shirer laughed at the sight his wife, Dara, made dancing in the rain, arms spread out and face tilted skyward. “It’s beautiful, Sloan,” she called, twirling around.

“You’re beautiful,” he called back. He made the drops swirl around her, just to hear her laugh.

“Sloan,” Raven shouted. “I’m glad you’re having fun, but we’re training.”

Dara giggled and pointed at Sloan. “Yeah, Sloan. You’re supposed to be training,” she teased.

He stuck out his tongue at his wife and focused on his task again. As the water handler for the MacAlister clan, the water was his to manipulate to his liking. If he wanted to create a whirlpool in a pond, it was easily done. If he wanted to manipulate a lake into one giant wave, he could. And if he wanted to create the perfect storm, he could.

Well, maybe he couldn’t create the perfect storm on his own. But if he combined his magic with the magic of the clan’s three other handlers, they could do just about everything. “Anna,” he called. “Can you increase the wind?”

He couldn’t hear her response, but her husband, Addison, flashed him a thumbs up. It took a few minutes before he felt the breeze increase and a quick glance in the air handler’s direction showed him she concentrated fiercely. Her intense focus didn’t surprise him. Anna had only come into her magic a couple of years ago and was still learning how to manipulate it to her liking.

As soon as his magic collided with Anna’s the intensity of the storm increased until it raged around them.

Raven, the MacAlister clan leader, appeared in front of him. “You’re doing well, Sloan. The dragons are impressed.”

Sloan felt his chest puff out. The dragon queen, her son, and a small contingent of their guards had joined them that morning. They had been allied with the dragons for a few years and their queen seemed to be fascinated with their magic. Her son, Prince Gareth, was her second in command, and had taken to accompanying her on her visits. To be complimented by such ancient beings was a huge honor.

Once the storm was sufficiently large enough, it was time for the other handlers to join in. The earth handler added her power first, making the ground rumble and shake under their feet. She was skilled enough to stop the ground from shifting under his feet and he smiled his thanks at her.

The fire handler shot a stream of fire directly into the heart of the storm, heating the rain until it exploded into a superheated steam. “That would cook anyone who wandered by,” Sloan shouted with glee.

He wasn’t bloodthirsty. He didn’t want to kill any innocents. But the tensions between the MacAlister clan and the Keita and Takahashi clans, the two other witch clans, were increasing at a rapid pace. The handlers had to get their powers in sync or risk heavy casualties when the battle finally broke out between the three clans.

Leith MacAlister paced the perimeter of the storm anxiously. His long blond hair whipped around his face and his mouth was turned down in a frown. It wasn’t unusual for Leith to be frowning. In fact, Sloan sometimes thought Leith’s face would crack if he tried to smile. The pacing was unusual, however.

He didn’t have a chance to ask Leith what was wrong though. It was getting harder to control his magic now that the three other handlers had mingled their powers with his.

Cupping his hands, he began shaping the rain into a water funnel. If he could master holding the water funnel during a storm of this proportion, he could do anything. Anna’s magic tugged against his before merging with it.

The sensation of combining their magics was mildly unpleasant. The power buzzed up his arms, adding to the strength of his own magic until it was almost impossible to hold, but it wasn’t the most uncomfortable thing about the whole experience. For some reason, every time he succeeded in joining his magic with that of another handler, all his walls seemed to fall away. He could feel Anna’s presence in the back of his mind, like a silent observer to his every thought and emotion.

Of course, it went both ways. Once they’d established their connection, he could clearly see her determination to create the storm. He knew she feared they’d fail and disappoint the clan. Her nervousness of preforming such a feat in front of spectators was so acute, he could have sworn it was his own feeling.

He tried his very best to remain ignorant to any of her feelings that weren’t relevant to what they were doing, but apparently, she and Addison had had a particularly satisfying night in bed.

Barely keeping the amused grin off his face, he concentrated on the task at hand. The addition of the wind created a funnel more massive than he had expected. “Awesome!” he shouted.

Raven and Leith started waving their arms in the air. He could see their mouths moving, but the wind whisked their words away. It looked like they wanted the handlers to end the storm.

It was easier said than done. Pulling back that amount of magic into his body would be excruciating. He resigned himself to an uncomfortable evening and started absorbing his power into his very cells.

It was slow going. The earth handler had ceased the earthquake and the fire handler had extinguished the flames. It would be harder for him and Anna to stop their storm, since their magic had been let out a lot more.

Finally, he had the rain slowed to a drizzle. He looked around for his leader to question the sudden decision and was confronted with his worst nightmare.

The ground was stained with blood. Raven, Leith and the other handlers were surrounded by the enemy and were engaged in a battle to save their own lives.

Everywhere he looked, there was another Takahashi or Keita witch or one of their allies. Werewolves were snapping their jaws and lunging at everyone they considered an enemy, and vampires were busy tearing out people’s throats.

How had the other clans figured out what they were doing?

He summoned a single, massive jet of water and used it to knock a werewolf off Raven and a vampire away from Leith. He swiveled his head around frantically, searching for Dara in the chaos. All he could see was Anna, who had conjured a funnel cloud to blow the other witches, werewolves, and vampires away from the MacAlister clan.

The dragons had shifted and clawed at the vampires, who seemed to be concentrating their attacks on them, blowing fire at them.

He sent another jet of water out, this time directly at a Takahashi handler, who hurled boulders left, right and center.

A searing pain shot through him and he collapsed, landing on his hands and knees. He struggled to his feet and had almost made it when another lightning shaft of agony bolted through his system, followed by an empty chasm in his soul. He’d never experienced something like this personally, but he’d heard whispers about it from the earth and fire handler. Just as he had felt Anna come into her magic two years ago, he keenly felt the death of at least two of the MacAlister handlers.

Fighting through the pain, he forced himself to his feet and noticed the wind still blew. Anna must be alive. Which meant the earth handler and the fire handler were dead, their magic now transferred to two unborn MacAlister children.

They were hopelessly out numbered, and now that two of their handlers were gone, they didn’t have much hope of surviving the battle. He hoped Raven had enough time to get back to clan grounds and set the evacuation plan in place. If he didn’t give the order for the clan to disperse, they would be easier to kill than fish in a barrel. The clan would be decimated.

He shook his head, trying to clear it of the lingering pain, and focused on drawing up as much water from the soil as possible. Maybe he could create a giant wave and flood the attackers out.

A scream pierced the air, and Sloan spun around to find Anna kneeling on the ground. He made a mad dash for her. If the MacAlisters had any hope of surviving at all, they needed both him and Anna. They couldn’t be down three handlers. It wasn’t until he skidded to a halt next to the fallen handler that he realized she wasn’t screaming because she was hurt.

The air handler cradled her husband’s head in her lap. Addison’s eyes were open but his stare was empty. Blood trickled from both his nose and his ears. Sloan pawed at the man’s neck, searching for a pulse. “It’s no use,” Anna said in a dead voice. “I turned around and he was holding his head before he collapsed. It had to be one of the damn Takahashi handlers. One of them must have gotten into his head when I wasn’t paying attention.”

Sloan bent over the fallen witch. His pupils were blown wide and the whites of his eyes were bloodied. It certainly looked like a psychic attack.

“When I started running toward him, I blinked and realized I was back where I started. The Keita handlers stole some time from us.”

Fuck. It was no secret the Keita clan handlers could manipulate time. If they had reversed time, even for a few seconds, there was no telling what had happened. Everything he remembered from the past few minutes could actually never have happened. He needed to find his wife.

The battle still raged around him, but Sloan risked a quick glance around, locating Dara, who was using her magic to strengthen Raven’s.

Reassured, he turned back to Anna, only to find her pressing a kiss to her dead husband’s forehead. She eased him to the ground and rose to her feet. Her eyes flashed and the wind increased dramatically. Suddenly, a funnel cloud appeared. Anna screamed, a sound of pure fury, and sent the tornado racing toward the Takahashis.

Sloan watched for a few seconds, stunned by the sheer power behind the wind funnel, before spinning around to run to Dara. She could help him bolster his magic so he could wash these fuckers away.

In a frantic attempt to locate her, Sloan eased up on the rain and strained his eyes.

His heart stopped when he finally caught sight of Dara again, in time to see a Takahashi witch wave his hand and a massive boulder go flying toward his wife.

He screamed for Anna to blow the boulder off of its deadly course, but it was too late. It crashed into Dara, knocking her to the ground and crushing her under its weight.

His heart was trying to pound its way out of his chest by the time he stumbled to a stop next to his wife. He redirected his water jet and managed to push the boulder off of Dara but she didn’t move. Instinctively, he knew she was already gone.

A different kind of pain, not physical but still as potent, hit him and he dropped to his knees and examined her. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her abdomen, which was surely mangled beyond belief. There was no way she could have survived, but he searched for a pulse anyway. Nothing.

Desperate for any thread of hope, Sloan threw up a wall of water to surround them and shuffled to her side, ready to administer CPR.

He regretted his actions as soon as he pressed his palms to her chest and his hands sank farther into her flesh than they ever should have.

There wasn’t even a word to describe the murderous wrath that swamped him. Letting the wall drop, Sloan surged to his feet and threw his arms in the air. He didn’t even attempt to control his magic. Instead, he let it flow unchecked, allowing it to grow and evolve, until it seemed to have a life of its own.

His magic collided suddenly with Anna’s. The resulting storm was truly terrifying but he didn’t care. He had enough sense in the face of his grief to make sure none of his own clan were harmed. Anna seemed to have the same thought because Raven and Leith were only damp and relatively unruffled.

When it was over, there was no sign of either the Takahashi or the Keita clans, or their allies. The dragons were gone too, but that didn’t really faze him.

Knees buckling, Sloan sank to the ground as grief overwhelmed him. He gathered Dara’s broken body in his arms and buried his face in her hair. Anna sobbed somewhere nearby, and he could make out Leith’s voice as he spoke lowly to her.

Raven sat down next to him and Sloan lifted his head. Tears were streaming down his leader’s cheeks. “Come on, Sloan. We need to get back to the castle. We have to give the evacuation order.”

But Sloan didn’t care. He didn’t care about the two dead handlers, his mourning leader or even Anna, who was still crying for her husband. He didn’t care about separating the clan they worked so hard to bond or the fact that they had to wait twenty-five years before the new handlers would come into their magic.

All he cared about was his wife, now dead, and the sucking wound her death left in his chest where his heart should be.

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Summer Camp and Volcanos.

It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged about anything but my books, and for that, I apologize. But I’m back with another post about one of my favourite people in the world, my daughter!

On Monday, I took my oldest baby to one of our local community centres and put her on a bus to go to her first week of residential camp.

All of a sudden, it hit me. She’s not my baby any more. Not even close.

I should have noticed the fact that she’d started growing up sooner. I mean, this is a girl who decided she wanted to be a vulcanologist when she was four years old.

Yes, I said vulcanologist. Don’t know what that is? Neither did I until she enlightened me. A volcano expert.

She’s also decided that she wants to be an author, just like mommy. Of course, I haven’t told her what I write yet.

But back to camp.

She has been asking for years to go to summer camp. So this past January, she finally sweet talked my husband and I into signing her up for a week of camp. She’s now gone for a week of swimming, canoeing, sailing, archery and BMX biking.

Don’t forget the campfires. She is really looking forward to those, although I’m not sure if she’s looking forward to learning the songs or the s’mores. Possibly both.

I was prepared for a few tears when she left. She’s still quite young after all. But she climbed aboard the bus without a backward glance. Just before the bus pulled out of the parking lot, she looked out the window and waved at me, wearing a big, confident smile.

As I watched the bus leave, taking my baby with it, I realized that she was doing far more than heading off to camp for the first time.

She was charging off into her future.

Steam is here

Steam: Handlers book 1Steam, the first book in my new Handlers series, is finally here! Witches, werewolves and dragons combine into one explosive story.

A witch with a broken heart and a fire handler with a past must come together to battle evil and find a way to reawaken feelings both thought long dead. Lynn Tyler is steaming up the pages in her sizzling hot, new, paranormal romance, Steam. Book 1 of the Handlers will keep you on the edge of your seat with suspense, passion, and a steamy romance for the ages.

Check it out now!

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Coming Soon: Steam excerpt!

Steam: Handlers book 1Coming in exactly one week, Steam is the first book in a brand new series by Lynn Tyler.

Sunny tried looking through the peephole, but for some reason, it had completely clouded over. She made a mental note to speak to the motel management about fixing it as she slid the chain lock into place and opened the door wide enough to look outside.

Two men stood there, staring back at her. They were both blond, but that’s where the resemblance ended. The guy on the right was of average height but had an absolutely fabulous body. His white dress shirt clung to him like a second skin and his gray slacks molded to his thighs perfectly. He had a friendly smile and pretty blue eyes.

The man next to him scared the bejeezus out of her. He was huge. Mountain like, even. His white blond hair was tied back in a ponytail that hung nearly to his waist and his shoulders were nearly as wide as the doorframe. But his eyes frightened her the most. They were gunmetal gray and seemed bottomless. She had a fleeting thought that if she stared at his eyes long enough, she would get lost in them. And not in the good, romantic kind of way, either.

Faced with such an intimidation, Sunny did the same thing she always did when she felt backed into a corner. She got lippy. “What do you want?” The words sounded rather flippant, even to her.

The words sounded rather flippant, even to her.

The shorter man smiled again and shuffled over so he was directly in her view. “Hi. My name is Matthew Samuels and this is Leith MacAlister. Can we come in and speak with you for a few minutes?”

The soft, Australian accent probably had the girls falling at the guy’s feet. Not her though. As attractive as this Matthew was, Sunny had always been drawn to the more tall, dark and handsome type. “No, I’m fine. Good-bye.”

Her attempt to close the door was thwarted when the big guy slapped his hand against it and used brute strength to keep it open. “Actually, that it is not a request, Ms. Kerrigan.” Somehow, it didn’t surprise her that they knew her name.

Leith tried to force the door open. Luckily, the chain held but the doorframe creaked under the pressure. “We have information you might find helpful, Ms. Kerrigan. About what’s happening to you. And about your parents.”

The mention of her parents gave her a second’s pause. Her parents had been killed when she was a baby. She’d read the police report on her eighteenth birthday. The lead detective had stated he suspected her parents had been victims of a drive by shooting. But the medical examiner hadn’t found an exit wound or bullets on either of her parents.

Despite her desire to know more about her parents, she wasn’t stupid. She realized she only had a few seconds to act when she saw Leith’s fingers wrap around the edge of the door and head up toward the chain. She gave the door a mighty push, slamming it against the questing fingers.

The fingers were immediately pulled away and the door shut with a satisfying click. She flipped the deadlock into place and smiled grimly when she heard the big man swearing through the wood. “Fuck, lass. Are ye tryin’ to break me fingers?”

Ooh. This one had a Scottish accent. And apparently Leith’s accent got thicker when
he was in pain.

“The two of you need to get lost before I call the police,” she called through the door. “Och, we don’t have time for this,” Leith shouted.

Seconds later, the blond giant materialized in front of her.

Shrieking, Sunny stumbled back until she was flat against the wall. Why did she have to leave her phone all the way on the other side of the room?

Muttering under his breath, Leith flipped the deadlock off and slid the chain off, letting Matthew into the room. The shorter man closed the door quickly and took a quick step toward her, holding his hands up as if to show her he wasn’t going to hurt her. “Relax, Sunny. We’re here to tell you about what’s happening, that’s all. If you’re parents had lived, you would have already known all about this. In fact, you would have been transported to the MacAlister castle at the first sign of your magic.”

Were these people insane? “Magic? Magic? Don’t come any closer,” she warned when Leith took a few steps toward her.

Matthew reached out and made a beckoning motion to her. “We’re not joking,” he said. “We’ll tell you everything you need to know once we’re on the plane. But we should really get moving. It’s not safe to stay here, especially now.”

Michael’s Heart Release Day!

Michael's Heart: Pack Mates 4Michael’s Heart has finally been released. I am so excited that Michael’s story is finally getting told. In truth, it feels like it was a long time coming.

For those of you who have been asking, I have some of the buy links. I will add more as they become available.

Amazon.com

Barnes and Noble

Kobo

Liquid Silver Books

I hope everyone enjoys reading Michael’s Heart as much as I enjoyed writing it.