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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.

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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

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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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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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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Michael’s Heart Sneak Peek!

Michael's Heart: Pack Mates 4In exactly one week, Michael’s Heart, Pack Mates #4 will be released. And I’d like to give you all a little sneak peek! So, without further ado, here it is!

He glanced at Michael’s face to find the beautiful, playful smile had melted from his face, leaving him with a slightly confused expression. “Gray?” he asked quietly.

Gray ignored Michael’s question. “Girls,” he said instead. “I think it’s time for you to get ready for bed. Why don’t you go up to your bedroom and change? I’ll be up to help you brush your teeth and read your stories in a few minutes.”

The girls immediately hopped down from Michael’s arms and scampered up the stairs, hollering for Shannon to kiss them goodnight.

“Well,” Gray said, wandering toward the couch and plopping down with the baby. “Now that the heathens are gone, we can chat. Have you guys met?”

“Not formally,” Justin answered, delighted to finally meet the man he’d been picturing in his fantasies for the past few months. Maybe he would even get to touch him.

“Justin, this is my best friend Michael Ferris. We’ve known each other since we were born.” Gray gestured for Michael to come over.

Justin didn’t miss the incredulous look Michael threw his friend, nor did he miss the slightly evil expression Gray gave in return. Something was obviously going on between the two friends but Justin had no idea as to what it could be.

“Mikey, this is Justin Blake. He started off as our lawyer and ended up as our friend.”

The firefighter blushed charmingly at the nickname but shuffled over on his knees, reaching out his hand as he came. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured.

Justin had always heard of those people who said their first time meeting their mate was electric, but he’d always brushed it off. He sent a silent apology to all those people he’d quietly laughed at when his palm met Michael’s and a tingle shot up his arm.

He held on to Michael’s hand a little longer than he had to, his cock hardening from the texture of Michael’s skin against his. What would those callused hands feel like skimming across his body?

Gray cleared his throat and Justin jerked his hand away. He glanced up at his friend, who was still holding Faith and swaying slightly from side to side as the baby began to nuzzle sleepily into his shoulder. Gray seemed absolutely delighted with something.

“Mikey,” Gray said as he rubbed his cheek against Faith’s hair, “why don’t you have a seat on the couch.”

“Right,” Michael said. He rose to his feet. Justin admired the fluidness of his movements. For such a big man, Michael was surprisingly graceful. “So, um … are you here to offer Gray and Shannon some legal advice or something?”

Before Justin could answer, Gray started speaking. “Oh. Did I forget to tell you that Justin was coming for dinner, too?”

Gray looked at them with a slightly bemused, innocent expression. Just like before, Justin didn’t miss the glare Michael threw at his best friend. What was going on?

“Uncle Gray,” came a shriek from upstairs. “We’re ready.”

“Ah,” Gray said with a grin. “I’m being summoned for teeth and story time. I’ll be back in a few.”

Gray left, and Justin could hear the soft murmur of two deep voices before a rhythmic pounding start sounding from the general direction of what he knew was the bedrooms. “What’s going on?” Justin wondered out loud.

“They’re probably jumping on the bed,” Michael answered.

An awkward silence settled between them. What was he supposed to say?

Luckily, Shannon chose that moment to saunter in with drinks. “Mike, here’s your cola. And one Molson Canadian for Justin.” He passed the drinks around with a grin. “Dinner will only be a few more minutes. Hold tight.”

“Do you need any help?” Justin asked. Say no, say no. He wanted to make the most of the rare opportunity to sit next to Michael and drink in his presence.

Shannon shook his head. “I’m almost finished. By the time Gray’s finished putting the kids to bed, we’ll be ready to eat.”

“Okay,” Justin said before taking swallow of his beer. Ah, liquid gold. “Oh, good stuff,” he commented.

Michael made a noise and watched him with his head tilted to one side. “You know, I’m surprised you’re drinking beer. Especially Molson.”

The random statement startled a laugh out of Justin. “Why?” he asked.

The wolf shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “It’s only that you seem so … refined, I guess … I would have figured you to be a sherry drinker, or at least a wine drinker. I kind of thought if you were to drink beer, it would be one of those designer ones.”

Justin didn’t know what to say. Actually, he didn’t know if he should be complimented or not.

“Oh,” Michael said, obviously noticing the bemused expression on his face. “That’s not a bad thing. Actually, it’s fucking hot.”

Michael’s eyes widened and Justin could practically see the wolf’s urge to slap his hand over his mouth. If Justin had thought the wolf blushed prettily before, he’d been mistaken. The flush that crept up Michael’s neck and cheeks was utterly adorable. He wondered how easily Michael blushed.

Totally, completely charmed, Justin sucked up his courage. “So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee with me some time?”

The expression on Michael’s face was priceless. Had it really been such a long time since someone had asked this gorgeous man out?

The firefighter opened and closed his mouth a few times, and Justin was starting to worry Michael was trying to find a graceful way to turn him down. Finally, Michael cleared his throat and smiled beautifully. “I would love to go out with you,” he said softly.

Joy like he’d never experienced spread at a rapid race through Justin’s veins and he had to stop himself from jumping up and down like a little boy.

Gray poked his head in to the room. “Dinner’s ready,” he announced.

  • Steam

Cover Reveal: Steam

steamSteam: Handlers 1. Coming July, 2014.

Sunny 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.

Friday Favourites

So, I suck at blogging. I mean, I really, really suck at blogging. I’m a writer. No, I’m an author. You’d think I’d be able to come up with a blog post or two. This is so not the case. In fact, I’ve been trying to figure out what to blog about for months now. Everyone’s an expert at something, right? But what if what you’re an expert at is, well, boring? So, instead of one single blog topic, I thought I’d dedicate Fridays to my favourite things. And I’m Canadian, so yes, favourite is spelled right!

So for Friday, June 1, here are my Friday Favourites! And today, I’m going to talk about books.

People are always asking me about my favourite books. To be honest, there are far too many to count. But one of my favourite authors has to be the great J.R. Ward!

What’s so great about J.R. Ward’s books? I have three words for you: Black Dagger Brotherhood. Who doesn’t like hot, alpha males who would do absolutely anything for their female? Add in the fact that they’re huge-ass vampires and very skilled in the sack, and these books will have anyone fanning themselves while turning the pages.

My favourite BDB book happens to be Lover Awakened, although it was so wrenching and heart breaking in places that there are certain parts of the book that I refuse to re-read. But my favourite character is probably Qhuinn. I usually rush through each new BDB book as fast as I can to get to the Qhuinn parts. And didn’t J.R. Ward just make my year a few months ago when she announced that the next BDB book (which usually comes out in March) would be Qhuinn’s book.

So if you’re looking to score a great summer read, and you like paranormal romances with vampire heroes, I would highly suggest the Black Dagger Brotherhood books. Start with Dark Lover and you won’t regret it!

Do you have an favourite authors? Anyone that you want to rave about? 

Want another hot summer read? Try my latest release, Hat Trick. Two hot guys, one great girl, one bed…what’s not to like?