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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday


No, she couldn't work here and think of him as a man. He was a Superhero and, by definition, not just a man. He was incredible, gifted, kind, fantastic, and so high above the realm of normal human females, he was safe for her to think about, occasionally. He was Draco Powers. 
"When was the last time you saw your doctor?" 
He smiled, the right half of his mouth tilting upward in an amused smirk. 

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Sunday, April 22, 2012

No Six Sunday for me this week but I wanted to share my new cover! So excited. I LOVE it.  For those of you who read I'll Be Mated For Christmas, this is Jack's story, Bethany's younger brother.

Best
Rebecca

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Out of Place Mate Released!


Sean Quaid’s brothers don’t think he is very shifter-friendly. He certainly does not seem happy that they have both married and haven’t been showing up to work. Victoria Bensen wants nothing more than to cool him down and get him to stop making such a scene at Gunther’s Bar.

When she drags him to the staging room at the back of the bar, she doesn’t know that it will be Sean bringing down her barriers, not the other way around.


Genre: Paranormal romance, contemporary, shapeshifters, erotic romance

Heat level: 5
Word count – 3k

Cover art by Fiona Jayde





~Excerpt~

“What do you mean you both got married? To women I’ve never met? Did it even occur to you that these women could have targeted you for your wallets?”
The man wearing a too-elegant-for-a-bar tuxedo slammed his fist down on the table in front of Stark and Scott Quaid. His brothers. Victoria Bensen took another swig of her dark lager as she sniffed the room one more time. There could be no question—the newcomer in Gunther’s biker bar dressed like he’d just come from the opera—smelled like the third Quaid brother.
Only better than the other two combined. His scent suggested he’d spent time in the Middle East, or at least that had been what she’d scented all the time when she’d lived there for a year. His body radiated sandalwood, always her favorite. Her panties got wet as she took more of his essence into her veins. He didn’t look bad either. Taller than the other two by at least several inches, his dark brown hair contrasted with sharp blue eyes. His long face had a five o’clock shadow that stood out against his neat appearance. The facial hair told her he had hidden depths past the boring tux. If he truly behaved like the neat, organized person he portrayed to the world, he’d have taken the time to shave, no matter what.
Yvette, recently mated to one of Sean’s brothers, walked up to Victoria, holding her drink tray. She’d be leaving to travel with her new husband shortly, and Gunther had dragged Victoria, kicking and screaming, to take over her job until he could find a permanent replacement for the other woman. This would be their only night working together before Yvette left.
“Don’t get too interested in that one. He’s the third brother. Not as open-minded as his younger siblings. Stark says he’s a real hard ass and not necessarily shifter-friendly. He doesn’t even ride.”
Victoria raised her eyebrows. She didn’t know which part of that story Yvette objected to the most, the fact that he could be an anti-shifter, or that he didn’t ride a motorcycle. As for the hard ass part, Victoria could agree with that part. He did, indeed, possess a tight derriere. She wanted to squeeze it.
“Thanks for the warning.”

Monday, April 16, 2012

Missing All The Fun!

Hey all my friends who went to RT12, I want to see pictures!!


Rebecca

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

There it was, in all its bright, gold glory. Sprinkled with purple and blue.

He hadn’t seen its like since Dorika left the world. Tears sprang to his eyes.

The woman who held Dorika’s soul stared at him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?”

Friday, April 13, 2012

Rebirth has released!

Carly Penn is thrilled when her older brother, Joe, marries her dear friend, Kaylee, with the help of the 1Night Stand service. Now, looking for a final bout of passion to carry her through as terminal cancer steals her life, she’s turned to Madame Eve for herself. She doesn’t expect a happy ending, just a single night to remember as she faces the end of her days.

Vampire Agoston Barabás was forced to watch his true love, Dorika, murdered two hundred earlier, and clings to her dying promise to return to him. He takes one night at a time, never loving or becoming involved with another as he waits for his lover to find him. When he meets his date from 1Night Stand, he’s shocked to discover she carries the soul of his Dorika and the heart of a woman he could love.

As their fates collide in passionate lovemaking, Agoston offers Carly an unexpected option—live or die together. Dare she risk eternity with a vampire, even if his tender touch brings her a greater joy than she has ever known?


Genre: Paranormal romance, vampires, erotic romance

Heat level: 4
Word count – 9k

Cover art by LFD Designs





~Excerpt~

His date hadn’t arrived on time. He sighed. No matter. He could go out and obtain a woman for the night if she truly stood him up, and Madame Eve most assuredly would refund his money. She ran a reputable business that had many positive reviews on the Internet.

The door to the hotel room opened softly, and he turned to regard the female standing there. She smelled clean and sweet, like she’d recently showered with unscented soap. He preferred women to smell just as they were. Already, he thought highly of his unnamed date.

Stepping forward, he bent his head to nod. A pretty girl—she stood about five-foot-five—with nearly black hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin tone appeared to be tinged with olive. Someone in her background had been Mediterranean. Curvaceous as a woman should be, she approached him with her head held high, confidence in her every step.

He took her hand and bent over to kiss it, surprised by the little gasp she released. Her reaction told him she did not spend much time with old-fashioned men.

Opening his eyes to the power he’d been given when he’d been made a vampire, he examined the woman’s soul. Humans didn’t realize that a light force surrounded their bodies—oh, some called them auras—but in reality, what he saw was a touch of their soul in that light. Everyone had one, even him, which was how he knew that although he no longer lived as a human, he still existed in the light of divine.

He’d seen Dorika’s just once before she’d died. They’d had one night together before the vampire who’d changed him had taken her life in an episode so violent he’d never seen the like since—and he’d seen a lot of horror. With her last gasp of air, she’d whispered to him that she would be reborn. Now, in her honor, he checked the soul of every woman he came in contact with. That had proven to be a lot of people and not one of them Dorika.

He checked his date’s so-called aura, expecting to glance quickly and get on with the night, when the air suddenly disappeared out of the room.

There it was, in all its bright, gold glory. Sprinkled with purple and blue.

He hadn’t seen its like since Dorika left the world. Tears sprang to his eyes.

The woman who held Dorika’s soul stared at him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?” The sounds of New York City tinged her low, husky voice.

“Yes.” He swallowed. “You’re here.”

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Co-Writing by April Fifer and Danielle Hylton-Outland

Please help me welcome April Fifer and Danielle Hylton-Outland who have written a fascinating blog today on Co-Writing. I think a lot of people out there in the writing world will find this really interesting! (And Readers too)


Co-writing

We get a lot of questions about co-writing. How does the process work? Do we fight with one another? Who writes what? Hopefully today we can answer some of those questions. April and I simply work great together. I honestly think that it takes a certain type of personality to be able to co-write. We have very mellow personalities; we don’t sweat the small stuff. If we don’t agree on something 100%, then we do not move forward with the story until we do agree. We have never had any major fights, ever. When writing we of course plot chapter by chapter. We split the chapters up by calling out whichever chapter sounds most appealing to the person. Then each of us write the chapters, then swap and put our personal touch in them. We always love what the other writes but if we don’t then we talk about how we could change it to where we both love it. Then there are always final edits were we put our final thoughts in. Co-writing is definitely a give/receive type of relationship. You must love that partner as family because when writing a book with one another you pretty much birthed a child together. We can honestly say it is a lifetime friendship.


Blurb

Azaleigh's life is simple until, by chance, she meets Kale. Charming and handsome, Az is immediately drawn to him. But long kept secrets lurk in the hearts of those Az holds most dear, and dangerous plans are unfolding around her. As her life begins to crumble and Kale disappears, Gage, charismatic and striking, arrives, providing a calm port in an increasingly violent storm. But with every narrow escape from a far from human bounty hunter who's after her life, Az begins to unravel a secret with the power to change her forever. In an increasingly hostile world of Angel and Fallen, Azaleigh must navigate her own path, chose her own side, and ultimately protect her heart. Faced with two gorgeous men, an enemy she doesn’t know, and a future she cannot understand, Az must make a choice—the man she loves, or the man she cannot live without.

Author Bio’s

Danielle Hylton-Outland was raised in Virginia. She grew up having a huge appetite for daydreaming; always wanting to live in the spectacular worlds she created in her mind. She now lives with her husband and dog where she is pursuing a degree in literature. Danielle is a strong animal activist. She is currently co-writing the second book in the Flesh Series, "Flesh and Flames".

April Fifer grew up in a small town in Virginia, where it was common practice believing that dreams could only be found in stories. At the age of seven she was diagnosed with dyslexia. She was told that she would struggle through life and would never pick up a book to read for pleasure. Although school was hard, she was able to find her way with the help of two teachers who taught her self-discovery. Ignoring what she was taught growing up, she turned it around and found that your dreams could become stories.

Contact information:

http://www.fiferhylton.com/

https://twitter.com/#!/FiferHylton

http://fiferhylton.blogspot.com/

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Flesh-and-Feathers/149542115115597

Available for purchase

Silver Publishing https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/flesh-and-feathers-ebook-p-781

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Flesh-Feathers-The-Series-ebook/dp/B007RX0ACG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1333935676&sr=1-1

Book Trailer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Os6HvdUibrc

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

He wanted her.

“You’re going to be a problem. Aren’t you?”

Her accent sounded British, but not upper crust and stuffy. No, the little woman spoke like she’d stepped right out the back alleys of London and had no problem with that whatsoever. Her eyes dared him to argue.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Mate By The Music Has Released!

You can buy it here.

A mission to find his brother sends Scott Quaid to Gunther’s Bar, but a storm has emptied the place of everyone except a beautiful shifter hot enough to dry his damp leathers.

Nancy Elwood has faced the worst of humans and shifters alike and has no intention of ever letting her guard down again, until a handsome biker sweeps in with the rain.


As background music throbs around them, a different type of vibration urges two strong souls to mate with animalistic passion.


Genre: Contemporary, shapeshifters, paranormal, erotic romance

Heat level: 5
Word count – 3500

Cover art by Fiona Jayde

Excerpt contains graphic content~

Holy Shit.

He wanted her.

“You’re going to be a problem. Aren’t you?”

Her accent sounded British, but not upper crust and stuffy. No, the little woman spoke like she’d stepped right out the back alleys of London and had no problem with that whatsoever. Her eyes dared him to argue.

He didn’t intend to. “I’m searching for my brother.”

She gazed right and left. “Doesn’t seem to be here. Sorry.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

“I’m Nancy Elwood.” She stepped out from behind the bar.

“Nancy.” He didn’t know why he felt the need to repeat her name. Maybe because, for some weird reason, it felt good on his tongue. Like her pussy would. He blinked at the thought. Wow. How long has it been since I’ve gone to bed with a woman? Weeks earlier. Not fabulous either. But not long enough to warrant such juvenile inner dialogue.

“I’m Scott Quaid.”

The bartender walked past him to an old-fashioned jukebox. She studied it for a moment, giving him a glance of her fine ass. After a second, she tuned it to a song he didn’t recognize. Something country-western, but with a club beat. He hadn’t known such music existed. I need to get out more.

She approached until she stood directly below him. With his six feet of height, she stared up from a long way down. After a quick raise of her eyebrow, she grinned.

“You’re tall. Are you big everywhere?”

“Are you small everywhere? I like to explore tiny places.” All right. That seemed pretty fucking random.

She licked her lips and threw her apron on the ground.

His mouth dried again. “I’m trying to find my brother. He’s missing. Hasn’t turned up for work in a week. The last night I spoke to him, he planned on going here.”

“Maybe he took a vacation. I hear it’s good for the soul.”

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

Here are 6 Sentences from Darkest Wolf, the seventh book in the Westervelt Wolves series.

Fate has chosen and she is perfect. In another second his inner-canine might start growling at him. Rex couldn’t remember the last time he and his other half had been so at odds with one another. It had been decades at least.

He sighed. She’s a witch.