Hi guys,

 

I know it has been a while since I posted last. Please forgive me. I’ve not dropped off the face of the earth. I have had to take some time away till the end of the year. I’m not quitting but have had to go on a mini break. I promise I will be back. I will try to post on here to keep you updated on everything. Know that I am ok and this break does not mean the end of me.

Miss you all

Stay naughty,

Savannah

I want to wish all of you a very safe and Happy Easter. Thank you for all the amazing support you have shown me. I feel blessed to have you all.

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Savannah

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Today I’m over at Tonya Kinzer’s place for a little interview…Stop on by and check me out..You even have a chance to win a prize..

stay naughty,

Savannah

 

Welcome to another fantastic edition of Watch Out. Today I’m thrilled to welcome the sexy and super talented Miss Layna Pimentel. I’m a huge fan of her work and after you guys read this I hope you fall in love with her work as well. Layna welcome to Watch Out..

Savannah

 

 ~ A Gift From Fate ~ Layna Pimentel

BLURB

After colliding with a stunning vision in white, retired Staff Sergeant Brent Daniels offers to drive the beautiful stranger to a hotel for the night, but instead discovers he’s with one very lost creature. He’s bewitched by her sinful curves, her dark and mesmerizing eyes, and the pull at his soul with each minute passing. Nevertheless, he can’t shake the feeling she’s hiding something.

Melpomene, daughter of Zeus, finds her handsome rescuer resembles the man who has continuously haunted her dreams. Before long, she’s in his arms, wanting more. Knowing their days are numbered, desperation leads her to reach out for help by an unlikely ally.

Just how far will these two lovers go, and what will they sacrifice to be together?

EXCERPT

“My name is Melp—Mel Pomene.” She’d nearly given herself away. Zeus, her father, would have heard had she whispered her name. Her father. Heavens, he’d turn the mortal realm upside down if he suspected she was here. And right now, she desired nothing more than to stay a little longer. With any lucky, I’ll return before he notices.

“Well, Mel, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Your last name is rather unusual. I assume you’re not from these parts?”

His question silenced any thoughts drifting through her mind at that moment. A new kind of tension rose within her. She couldn’t disclose her origins or who she was. Guilt settled in her stomach for leaving her sisters behind, but she wasn’t given a choice. The Fates dropped her here, only mentioning an experience for three days…provided Zeus didn’t find out. Only the Gods knew what he’d do if he found her cavorting around without a proper escort.

“Earth to Mel? Are you all right?”

“Yes, I am. I’m just thinking of home, which is Greece. I’ve come to the United States for an adventure, it would seem.”

He chuckled before she’d finished speaking.

“What is so amusing?”

“The mere mention of seeking adventure after getting lost is rather comical, nothing else, sweetheart.” He removed his right hand from the wheel and petted her knee. The warmth of his hand stirred an unfamiliar emotion within. This was the man from her dream. Those hands had touched parts of her body no mortal would have dared, and here she sat, wishing he’d do more than pat her.

 

WHERE TO BUY

www.secretcravingspublishing.com

www.amazon.com

www.allromanceebooks.com

www.barnesandnoble.com

www.bookstrand.com

WHAT AM I WORKING ON NEXT

I’m working on the second installment of my Pleasure Garden Follies series, A Sinful Education. The series takes place in the regency era and is going to be super hot. The first book Scandal at Vauxhall will be releasing this July, so make sure to stop by my site for latest updates.

 

BIOGRAPHY

Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:

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“But you need to, I can tell you are growing weak,” she told him.

She’d learned to read him quickly. His body was a temple she’d mastered. When he’d hungered, when he’d grew tired and weak. All she had to do was touch him.

“Yes, but they sense you, and I can feel their thirst growing with unease. You don’t want a hungry pack descending on you. You’re an open juice bar for them the moment I begin to feed from you. They prefer freshly squeezed instead of frozen or stale,” he said and placed a gentle kiss on her flesh.

Her eyes widened, not so much from the shock but the fact that he was right. She was nothing more than a fresh feed for them.

“Maybe I should leave? She asked, turning from his touch.

“No, you will stay. I’ve brought you here. You are my guest. They will be respectful of that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, you will stay.”

“Thank you,” she said and stole a chaste kiss, letting the coolness of his lips bathe her.

“No need,” he replied and reached for her hand. Wrapping his fingers around her delicate fingers he began leading her down the long hall.

As she looked at the portraits she suddenly became overwhelmed by the urge to turn around and leave this place. She didn’t belong here. Not in this world. Especially not in Demetre’s life. Or even the Kala Clan’s Estate. They were the ones shed been hunting, destroying, and punishing. Yet they still let her step foot inside here without a word. Knowing all that she’d done to them and their kind.  Why?  Demetre. They respected him, no matter what.

Everything about this place was nothing that she’d ever imagined. Tonight she was getting a brand new introduction, given a fresh clean slate to start over and possibly right all the wrongs she’d made. But was that even possible to do?

 

 

To be continued….

Come back next week for the next flash of the ongoing series. If you want to read from the start head over to http://savannahchase.com/free-reads/ scroll down to where it says When Midnight Calls.

All rights reserved; copyright © Savannah Chase The text within may not be reproduced in whole or in any part or distributed in any form whatsoever or SOLD without first obtaining permission from the author.

Hi Everyone!

I am thrilled to announce the release of my erotic, fantasy romance, KNIGHTLY DESIRE!

To celebrate, I am giving away a copy to one lucky commenter on my blog. Head over to LISA FOX ROMANCE (http://lisafoxromance.wordpress.com/2013/03/22/knightly-desire-release-blitz-giveaway/) between now and Sunday, March 24, 2013 to enter!

Knightly Desire by Lisa Fox

Blurb:

A routine mission turns disastrous when Knight Captain Brant and his men encounter a renegade mage. Injured and near death, Brant is brought to a nearby sanctuary of the god Ison, where the chaste sisters heal all those in need.

He is given into the care of Gabrielle, a talented healer. She is young, vivacious, bold—and a mage. She is everything wrong for him, and yet their desire and need can’t be denied.

Brant lives for his duty. Gabrielle belongs to a god. The lust-filled bond between them is powerful, but forbidden. No matter the consequences, their erotic bond cannot be ignored.

An Excerpt From: KNIGHTLY DESIRE

Copyright © LISA FOX, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

 “You’re awake,” a female voice said and Brant jumped. He turned his head toward the sound and found a young woman roughly twenty years his junior sitting on a stool on the opposite side of the room. His armor, sword and shield sat on a table beside her. “The Mother feared you would never rise.”

She was a spark of brilliant light in the otherwise barren room and Brant hungrily drank her in, everything in him yearning to absorb all of her vibrant energy. He took in her round face, smooth with the innocence of her youth and marveled at the striking contrast with her wide, sapphire eyes. Those eyes held ancient wisdom in their depths and seemed to know secrets far beyond her years. That look, that shadow, added maturity and dimension to her youthful appeal, making her a devastating woman. He tried to tear his eyes away, he knew his examination was improper, but he couldn’t help himself. It had been too long since he had gazed upon anything beautiful.

She ran her hand over her short, spiky red-brown hair as she studied him. Her eyes trailed over him as she waited for him to respond, her gaze both curious and sensual. Her lips parted as she lingered over his bare chest, and when she dragged her tongue over her plump bottom lip, his cock stirred. Visions of capturing her warm, wet mouth assaulted him, and he could almost feel how soft her lips would be against his, how sweet she would taste. Blistering arousal ignited in his chest, awakening all of the nerve endings in his body, and he was suddenly, acutely aware that he was naked beneath the thin white sheet. Her gaze traveled farther down, leaving a path of fire in its wake, and when she paused at his waist, he almost gave in to the fierce, animal desire.

With a silent curse, he bit down on his tongue, hoping to temper his thundering pulse. It was completely inappropriate for him to respond to her in this manner. Especially since he had no idea who she was or what circumstances had brought him to her. He cleared his throat and tried to shake off the lust racing through his bloodstream. “The Mother?” he asked, and winced as fresh pain shot through him. “Where am I?”

“The Britnol Sanctuary of Ison,” she said, and he blinked, finally taking notice of her robes, the red and white adornments of the sacred Sisters of Ison. Brant let out a disgusted breath. Oh, but he was a fool indeed. Even without the cowl of her station—which was odd, he’d never seen a sister with her head uncovered before—he still should have recognized what she was.

“Where is everyone?” he asked. The other sanctuaries he had been to were bustling centers of activity, the sisters treating multiple patients for a variety of injuries and illnesses. He seemed to be in a private room rather than the main hall of the temple, separated from the other patients, and disquiet settled in his chest. Could it have something to do with the mage? He had been touched by magic, was he now…tainted? He quickly pushed the thought aside. He was whole, weak, but still himself. He glanced over at his newfound companion. She did not seem overly concerned about being in his presence. He didn’t think she would be so calm if there was any reason for worry.

She shrugged one shoulder. “Who knows?”

Before he could stop himself, his gaze drifted back down to her mouth and unbidden desire resurfaced in his heart. There was probably a reasonable explanation for his segregation, but their isolation tested the limits of propriety. This woman may be a sister, however youthful her appearance, she was obviously old enough to have taken her vows, but he was an outsider. “Surely they wouldn’t allow a sister to remain alone in the presence of a strange man?”

“Why not?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. The gesture was all at once innocent and impishly wicked. “They say you are a man of honor.” She touched the white stallion emblazoned upon his shield. “They say that this means it is so.” She met his eyes. “Are they wrong?”

Brant’s heart swelled with pride as he looked at the stallion on his shield. It stood for everything he believed in, everything he fought for, held dear and would die to uphold. Honor, justice, duty. He met her gaze. “No, they are not wrong.”

Her smile brightened her entire face and her eyes sparkled. “Then why do you ask?”

He laughed. He couldn’t help himself. Her whole aura demanded it. She may be innocent, but she was also a tad bit too flirtatious for a sister. When the sisters took their vows, they gave themselves to Ison alone. He wasn’t much of a follower, but he did know that Ison was a jealous, possessive god. Brant decided he would do well to remember that—for both their sakes. He forced his face back into seriousness and tried to assume as commanding a tone as possible considering he was lying in a sickbed. “Bring me the Mother. I wish to depart.”

Her smile widened and his blood heated. He had seen beautiful women before, he had mingled with and even romanced some of the refined ladies of the royal court, but none had ever stirred in him the longing that she inspired. It was thrilling. “Oh, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” she said, her tone playfully admonishing. “You were quite wounded when your men brought you here and we vowed in His name to heal you. The Mother is not going to let you go until she feels that is done.”

That was not the answer he wanted and he bristled at the confinement. He needed to get back to his men. That mage had been gathering an army. He needed to make sure that the threat had been eliminated, that everyone was safe. He was almost certain that he had succeeded, but there was always a chance that the man still lived, still posed an immediate and terrible danger. “I’m fine.”

She laughed, a joyful sound that filled the entire room. “Are you? Well then, stand up.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. Was she actually challenging him? He was so shocked, he almost laughed. “What?”

“Come on,” she said, humor and mischievousness and deep knowing in her blue eyes. “Stand up. Prove how well you are.” She rose to her feet and extended her hand to him. “If you can take even two steps, I’ll get her for you.”

She was teasing him. He shook his head in disbelief. And he was enjoying it! “Why do I have to prove anything to you?”

She smiled. “Because, Sir Knight, I am your keeper until you have recovered.”

“You?” he said, and this time he did laugh. “You’re barely old enough to be your own keeper.”

“I am older than I look and we both know that wisdom is not reliant upon age.” She raised an eyebrow and her smile transformed into a smirk. “And you have not gotten out of that bed.”

He told himself that he was not being baited. He was going to get up, prove to her how fit he was and end this ridiculous game. And he was fine. Mostly. Fine or not, he had to get back to his men and resume his command. He wrapped the sheet around his waist and rose from the bed. His legs folded beneath him.

She was by his side in an instant, holding him up. She hugged him tightly and the soft, floral scent of her filled his head. He breathed deeply, taking in her delectable fragrance. Her body moved against him, lithe and firm under the heavy, shapeless robes, and the fire that had been simmering in his blood flared back to life. He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. Her smooth, white skin flushed a rosy pink and he could feel her breath catch. His eyes fastened on her mouth and hunger descended upon him in a wave of lust. She lifted her chin to him, her pink lips slightly parted and he leaned into her, accepting the unspoken invitation. The warm flutter of her breath tickled his lips and long buried desires swept through. He wanted to drink in her heat, her beauty, her feminineness, things that were forever missing from his life. His cock awoke with deep, throbbing need and his eyes drifted shut as everything in him yearned for one tiny taste of heaven.

The door opened and Brant started at the sound. The Grand Mother entered the room, frowning mightily as she took in the scene and the girl froze in his arms. The Mother’s steely-gray eyes fixed on the sister and he felt her twitch. “Gabrielle, attend,” the Mother commanded, and his beautiful keeper deposited him on the bed and went to the Mother’s side. “I believe it is your turn to stock the warehouse?” she asked, and Gabrielle flicked him a last look before nodding and leaving.

When the door shut behind her, the Mother turned her attention on him. “Welcome to the Britnol Sanctuary of Ison, Sir Brant,” she said. “I trust you are finding it comfortable here?”

Her voice was sharp with disapproval and it only deepened Brant’s regret for his actions. He had come into this house of a god and tried to take what didn’t belong to him, what he had no right to claim. “Mother,” he said, inclining his head to her. A formal bow would have been better, but it was the best he could manage. He did not think he could stand up again without help. “Thank you for taking me into your house of healing. I am in your debt.”

The Mother inclined her head in return. “We do our sacred duty here,” she said, and then met his eyes.

Brant heard the warning loud and clear. A warning he was ashamed to have to receive. He had tarnished his own honor when he tried to take advantage of the young sister. It was not a mistake he would make again, no matter how much his desire for her enflamed his blood. She was not his for the taking.

 

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About the Author:

World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.

Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.

Email: lisa@lisafoxromance.com

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Welcome to another guest blog edition of Watch Out. Today I’ve got author Jody Vitek here to represent her fellow authors. Thank you for being my guest blogger on Watch Out this week. Jody is part of a wonderful anthology called Love In The Lakes. I’m going to hand over the seat to Jody..

Savannah

 

Roadside Love in the Midwest Fiction Writers (MFW) anthology Love In The Land Of Lakes, is the first short story I’ve written. I had fun writing this story because it involves escaping to one of Minnesota’s beautiful lakes and a resort. More than likely, if you read the anthology you will want to escape to one of the many lakes in Minnesota. There are cabins you can find to rent, resorts you can find to stay from a weekend, to a week at a time, or simply enjoy one of the over 10,000 lakes in our beautiful state.

It is an annual tradition for my family to go to a northern Minnesota resort for a week and share a cabin with my husband’s family. We have been making this annual trip for over 18 years and I hope it continues, but that’s another story. It’s been fun to watch the kids grow and change with each year. Memories are made and captured for a lifetime.

The most memorable event we share as a family is the year we rented the resort’s pontoon boat to spend the day on the lake. My brother-in-law rented two personal water craft and at one point we stopped to ride the personal water craft in a less trafficked area where it would be easier to switch riders using the pontoon as a loading and unloading area. One of the personal water craft sucked up the anchor rope into the motor of the personal water craft, causing the personal water craft to seize. We now had two haul the personal water craft behind the pontoon back to the resort.

As we returned, the weather changed from a beautiful sunny day to dark clouds and rain. Thunder and lightning soon followed and here we were, on a large body of water on a metal pontoon boat. Lightning flashed in the sky and rough waters had waves crashing over the front of the boat. This scared the younger children and most adults were a little worried, because of the lightning and metal of the pontoon boat. First rule of thumb you learn living in Minnesota, you don’t go on a lake when there’s lightning or be near anything that is metal. The problem, we didn’t want to stop and get off the boat. We had to keep going to get back to the resort. An argument ensued over whether or not to return the personal water craft to the rental place or to go back to the resort. Going back to the resort won.

My daughter was six months old, in a little bouncy seat chair, on a metal pontoon boat, in the middle of a storm. Needless to say, I was a little nervous. Not happy with my brother-in-law for wanting to go return the personal water craft. We made it to the resort without incident and docked the pontoon boat. They returned the personal water craft after the storm passed.

The family looks back at this memory and can laugh about it. It may not have been funny at the time, but we now share in the laughter of a wonderful family memory.

Do you have any vacation memories you would like to share?

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Love in the Land of Lakes

Midwest Fiction Writers-Anthology

All proceeds go to support the Midwest Fiction Writers

a local charter of the Romance Writers of America

 

Minnesota is the land of 10,000 lakes, and just as many love stories. Love in the Land of Lakes brings you seventeen of these stories, from two childhood sweethearts connecting on the end of a dock on a warm summer’s evening, to a city boy’s chaotic weekend at his girlfriend’s primitive cabin. We bring you the story of a savvy horse who leads her owner to love in post–Civil War farm country, and the haunting romance of an ageless gambler who inhabits a historic riverboat and charms the boat’s new owner.

A kaleidoscope of sunshine, snowstorms, and thunderstorms grace our contemporary, mystery, historical, and paranormal stories as the authors of Midwest Fiction Writers spin lovely romances that will send you drifting into happily ever afters.

?Our Stories:

Laura Breck

Bobbers ‘N Bait – The evocative marketing gimmick at the new bait store in town has the fishing outfitter all hot and bothered.

Rhonda Brutt

A Cut Above the Rest – Rachel knew that a simple haircut had the power to change someone’s life. What she wasn’t counting on though, was how it would change hers.

Amy Hahn

Lira & Gavril - A dilapidated riverboat brings together a passionate historic preservationist and a man who called it home during the Victorian era.

Rosemary Heim

Lake Dreams - Olivia had her life all planned out. All except for that one impulsive night with her childhood crush. Can he convince her the result is worth the risk?

Ann Hinnenkamp

Hook, Line and Stinker - An LA makeover artist comes home to Minnesota and must use all her skills to tame a wild man.

Kathy Johnson

Snowbound - Caught in a snowstorm, the last person she expects to need her help is the man she loved but lost to someone else.

Rose Marie Meuwissen

Dancing in the Moonlight - Anna Thorstad never imagined reopening her parents’ lake cabin would also open her heart to love again.

Barbara Mills

Hooked - An avid outdoorswoman takes her city born and raised boyfriend for a chaotic weekend at her family’s primitive cabin on the lake.

J.S. Overmier

Henrietta’s Man - A savvy horse carries her Civil War-torn soldier north in search of healing and a future.

Jana Otto

Coming Home - A young widow’s faith and courage are tested when she falls in love with her husband’s best friend.

Michel Prince

Her Stranger - Each night a stranger comes to Rachel’s cabin door. What is it that makes her fall into his arms?

Mary Schenten

Lake Secrets - A weekend getaway at the scene of the crime has Elly struggling to keep a secret from her best friend.

Susan Sey

Unwrapped - Movie star Sloan Leighton sells love; she doesn’t believe in it. Then one frozen midnight on the shores of Lake Superior, everything changes.

Joel Skelton

The Bouncing Bobber - Will a budding romance, sidetracked by youth and ambition, be what it takes to lure Jacob and Nate back into love’s net?

Lizbeth Selvig

What’s Up Dock? – Sophie’s handsome new neighbor is burying body bags in his garden. But he’s afraid of raccoons—how could he be a killer?

Naomi Stone

Wind from the Lake – Wishing on a star? Alien contact? When childhood friends Connie and Hank meet again, they don’t need to believe in anything but each other.

Jody Vitek

Roadside Catch – She swore off relationships with doctors, until one finds her injured on the roadside and has her rethinking the possibilities.

Find out more about the Anthology and MFW on our website

 

Standing transfixed, her gaze was held by a row of Victorian era portraits. Some of them were of faces she recognized. They were of the ones she’d hunted over the years. Even a few she’d executed recently. For some mysterious reason one particular male face caught her attention. She can’t stop herself from looking at him, the solemn expression on his face. His eyes are haunting, and truly sad. He sits  perfectly posed, almost doll like. His black necktie neat and evenly done up with his white upstanding collar. It made him look  very important. He wore a black top hat and held a pocket watch in his right hand. A single moment frozen in time.

Every time she tore her glance away to look at the rest of the portraits she somehow found herself looking back at his. His eyes continued to call her back. Such sadness, and she wondered, why?

“That’s Maksim, my brother,” Demetre said as he walked up to her and brushed her hair away, exposing her bare neck.

She sucked in a deep breath as his chilled lips cascaded over her heated skin. Even with the warmth of the house he was still as cold as ever. Something she needed to get use to.

Pushing her head back into him she lost herself in the moment of his touch.

“Feed,’ she said breathlessly as she lifted her hand and touched his cheek. His skin was so cool, yet he still ignited a fire deep inside her.

He hungered and there was no denying it.

“No, not here my love,” he said and lightly grazed a fang over her flesh.

Chills raced down her flesh and she yearned to feel him. The pain of his fangs breaking her delicate flesh. Him taking sustenance from her. Filling his body with her life.

To be continued….

Come back next week for the next flash of the ongoing series. If you want to read from the start head over to http://savannahchase.com/free-reads/ scroll down to where it says When Midnight Calls.

All rights reserved; copyright © Savannah Chase The text within may not be reproduced in whole or in any part or distributed in any form whatsoever or SOLD without first obtaining permission from the author.

I wanted to let you all know that Taste of Passion will no longer be available from Rebel Ink Press. I will work hard on getting the book out again on the market as soon as possible.

I wanted to also take this time to say thank you for all the support you have shown me. I know things have slowed down here and that is to the fact that some changes have come in my life. I promise that I will get back to regular blogs and making this place more alive.

Again thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of your support.

Stay naughty,

Savannah

 Welcome to another edition of Watch Out. This week we have author Dariel Raye sharing her current releases…Dariel, it is a pleasure to have you as a guest.

Savannah

Mother Nature is Fighting Back!

Meet the “Dark Sentinels.”  Weary of shedding tears over the senseless murders of her children, thoughtless abuse of her resources, and blatant disrespect for her authority, she had to take drastic measures. Mother Nature created sentinels to protect and preserve nature, their first priority to stand vigil against those responsible for the destruction of wildlife.

Two sentinel wolf-shifters are born to each pack – male and female. Larger, stronger, and faster than other shifters, and able to shift at will, regardless of the moon’s phases, they risk their lives daily to restore balance between man and nature. Unfortunately, their very strengths have gained the attention of arrogant beings bent on exploiting their abilities for selfish gain.

Forced to leave their packs for a time to find mates, the sentinels are no longer able to avoid human contact. Dr. Sable Adler, of “Dark Sentinels Book One: Sable,” alpha of the Washington pack, one of the largest packs in the United States, was the first sentinel to fall in love with a human female. He’s a calm-natured Libra, while Torin DuMont, of “Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin,” is a hot-headed, bad-tempered Scorpio alpha who resides in the Florida Everglades.

Like Sable before him, Torin is about to find himself in uncharted territory when he seeks the legal counsel of Stephanie Bates, an uppity human lawyer who needs his help more than he needs hers…

 

“Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin”

 

When greedy land developers set their sights on Dark Sentinel land, Torin turns to attorney Stephanie Bates for help, but she’ll need his protection to stay alive long enough to save his land.

 

Real estate lawyer, Stephanie Bates, has risen to the top of her field through meticulous sacrifice and goal setting. She has no time for distractions – and that includes pets, messy relationships, and loose ends.

Torin DuMont is a forensic scientist who chose the profession to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. Raised by a stepfather who hated him, he’s been forced to live a life of solitude, fueled by anger and distrust. When wolves and shifters start turning up dead, Torin must battle an enemy bent on destroying those he was born to protect. His greatest challenge, however, is Attorney Bates and the surprising affect she has on his heart.

Short Excerpt

He sensed the sun had gone down before he stepped over to the small window and looked out. Even in the complete darkness, his eyes did not fail him, and he saw the grounds as clearly as if daylight greeted him. Finally, one man remained in the waiting room with him, but it was well after six p.m.

He picked up the pleasant scent of mint, lemongrass, and lilies and turned just in time to see shapely legs, a voluptuous body full of promise. The warm, mocha-colored face wasn’t bad either. Clearly, it was the owner of the musical voice. His wolf bristled beneath his skin, forcing an internal battle just to remain civilized. Confusion increased his frustration. He’d never reacted to a female this way before, and certainly not a human.

She glanced at the other client and headed straight for Torin, arm extended to shake his hand as she called over her shoulder, “Go on home, Cindy. It’s already late. No need for both of us to stay.”

Cindy was out of the office in a flash, glancing back apprehensively as she closed the door.

“Mr. DuMont? I’m Ms. Bates, Stephanie Bates.”

Torin nodded and grasped her hand but did not return her smile. He was far too busy trying to resist the crippling effect her melodious voice seemed to have on him. His nerve endings sizzled as he attempted to manage the sensory overload. This isn’t supposed to happen, he secretly seethed. What in the hell is wrong with me? His sexual encounters had been quick, unemotional, and necessary for physical satisfaction only, and he’d never been overtaken so–completely. Her scent intensified, tinged with desire, as molten chocolate-colored eyes gazed at him confidently, only confusing him further. Desire?

 

Sable, a sentinel wolf shifter, is captured and locked in his wolf form until Akila, a veterinarian, tries to tame him and unleashes a 6’5″ baby blue-eyed surprise.

Dr. Akila Marshall is a veterinarian with a calling – save as many stray animals as possible. The only child of wealthy, yet distant parents, she’s convinced that love is not for her. Until…

Sable’s search for his twin sister leads him to Akila. Born into a rare species of wolf shifters whose main purpose is protecting others, he has always been forced to fend for himself, but Akila’s loving, protective nature draws him – and not a moment too soon. Together, they must learn to trust each other enough to overcome a new, deadly enemy.

Publisher: Dariel Raye Publishing

Publication Date: July, 2012

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Word Count: 20,485

Only .99 ‘til end of February

“Dark Sentinels Book One: Sable” on Amazon

“Dark Sentinels Book One: Sable” on Barnes & Noble 

“Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin” by Dariel Raye

When greedy land developers set their sights on Dark Sentinel land, Torin turns to attorney Stephanie Bates for help, but she’ll need his protection to stay alive long enough to save his land.

 

Real estate lawyer, Stephanie Bates, has risen to the top of her field through meticulous sacrifice and goal setting. She has no time for distractions – and that includes pets, messy relationships, and loose ends.

 

Torin DuMont is a forensic scientist who chose the profession to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. Raised by a stepfather who hated him, he’s been forced to live a life of solitude, fueled by anger and distrust. When wolves and shifters start turning up dead, Torin must battle an enemy bent on destroying those he was born to protect. His greatest challenge, however, is Attorney Bates and the surprising affect she has on his heart.

Publisher: Dariel Raye Publishing

Publication Date: February, 2013

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Word Count: 38,908

Created to protect, ruled by passion. Available Now!

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“The Alerians – Dark Progeny: Jordan’s Wings” 

Jordan Taylor is a feisty, take charge, Rubinesque beauty with a tough façade, but after a string of lackluster relationships, her dream of a man who truly loves and appreciates her strength seems impossible…Until she meets Canaan, the man her fiancé claims is his best friend! Instinctively, she knows her neat, if lackluster life is about to change.

Born more than 200 years ago, Canaan looks like an angel but he’s far from it. In his world, the ratio of men to women is 500 to 1, and although he’s a superior being, he’s willing to break the most sacred law of his brothers, even drink human blood, to have one meant for him alone.When he meets Jordan, he knows she’s the one he’s been searching for.  To claim her, Canaan will have to betray his friend, humble himself enough to win her love, and risk his very life.

Publisher: Dariel Raye Publishing

Publication Date: October, 2012

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Word Count: 25,939

Canaan looks like an angel, but he’s far from it!

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 About the Author 

Dariel is a classically trained pianist and vocalist with a degree in piano and vocal performance and a master’s in counseling psychology from The University of Georgia. She also completed studies and passed comprehensives for a Ph.D. (ABD). She loves animals, nature, all things paranormal, and presently lives with 2 large dogs and a passel of black cats. Dariel is currently writing “Dark Sentinels Book Three” and two Nephilim series: “The Alerians – Dark Progeny” and “Children of Cain.” 

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