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Announcement: Candy Man Anthology

I’m combining all six stories into an anthology for the summer. eBook sites will have it this May (2015) and I’ll have paperbacks for signing at conventions.

 Master sculptor Viviana is pleasantly surprised to find a tall block of milk chocolate in her shops cooler with simple instructions. She’s to carve the perfect male figure, think of what she wants in a dream man, and then sprinkle the enclosed magic dust over the chocolate man. Adonis shimmers to light bringing passion, devotion, and love.

They opened the Candy Man Delivery Service to share their joy and bring chocolate men to women who need complete devotion and lifelong passion.

In one set, all six Candy Man Delivery Service stories!

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Dark Fantasy, Death Dealer, Demon, Dragon, New Orleans, Shadowed Vengeance, Werewolves

Cover Reveal: Shadowed Vengeance

Shadowed Vengeance

As a Dragon Lord of the Arcane Court, it’s my job to hunt down demons who toy with or kill humans. My bonus is the magic I absorb sucking down their putrid squirming souls. The new local demon lord, Kragen, is the oldest living drug dealer and we blew up his primary warehouse in Vegas last year.

I’m sure he’s planning ways to pick my scales off one by one. In the meantime, his most dangerous henchman captured human woman, chained them to a wall, and made sure I got a picture by also capturing a fellow dragon.

I know it’s a setup, I don’t care. No one hurts humans in my town. If my demon powers keep me alive long enough to survive the trap.

Coming for my enemies, October 2015.

Arcane Court, Dark Fantasy, Death Dealer, Demon, Dragon, Red Lady, Werewolves

Coastal Magic Convention 2015

I love this conference. It’s just up the road from me, very casual, and small so I really get a chance to hang out with other authors, bloggers, and readers.

This year, I’m posting pics as I go.

The lovely wine bottle decoration made by Chelle from Literary Escapism with the DEATH DEALER cover in perfect, tiny form.

The lovely wine bottle decoration made by Chelle from Literary Escapism with the DEATH DEALER cover in perfect, tiny form.

Less blinding look at friday morning.

Less blinding look at friday morning.

Good Morning Friday.

Good Morning Friday.

Coming over the intercoastal bridge seeing the ocean beyond.

Coming over the intercoastal bridge seeing the ocean beyond.

View of the Atlantic from my hotel room.

View of the Atlantic from my hotel room.

You can't beat this morning view.

You can’t beat this morning view.

This is when Damon Suede stripped to a t-shirt and boxers during Cinema Craptastique.

This is when Damon Suede stripped to a t-shirt and boxers during Cinema Craptastique.

I met a monkey and I liked it. Mr. Harris.

I met a monkey and I liked it. Mr. Harris.

 

Tigris Eden face painting at Saturday Night's party.

Tigris Eden face painting at Saturday Night’s party.

Flash Fiction is an amazing panel. Stories on the fly from audience prompts.

Flash Fiction is an amazing panel. Stories on the fly from audience prompts.

Candy Man Delivery, Ebook, Erotic Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Paranormal Romance, Romance

Dark Chocolate Peppermint Sneak Peek

The last of the Candy Man Delivery series for this year. Dark Chocolate Peppermint is about Alicia, a mixed race model who left the glam world to get her MBA.

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 Blurb:

Alicia ended a lucrative modeling career to get her MBA. Trying to find work in a crowded job market discourages her, as she contemplates making a living in a bikini again. Fellow model and friend, Susie, watches the light fade from Alicia’s dark brown complexion and puts her name into contention for a Candy Man.

Unaware of her friends idea for her future, Alicia continues her job hunt. She arrives for an interview only to find the interviewer in board shorts with an obvious erection. Appalled, she runs out followed by his assistant begging for autographs until she kicks him off the elevator.

Humiliated and discouraged, she starts her own modeling agency. Calling friends in for favors helps her with a successful launch. Now, for a man. As she sits in her condo watching the lights dance across Biscayne Bay, her phone rings. She’s been chosen for a Candy Man. Can Vangelis tempt her to stay home with him or will she pull her Dark Chocolate Peppermint man into the chaotic modeling world? Can their new relationship survive the tug-of-war?

 

Excerpt: 
The photographer in front of me grimaced. If he wanted to keep my nipples from poking up, a warmer beach, or maybe a sweater would help. My clenched jaw to keep from shivering didn’t help. I could see the tabloid headlines now, “Spoiled Model Angry in Bikini.”

Modeling sounded like a good idea ten years ago. Just out of college with a business degree, I needed a way to pay for graduate school. Then, the travel schedule kept me from studying. I decided not to renew my contract to get my MBA two years ago. This photo shoot was a favor for a friend. At five foot eleven and a size six, my schedule stayed full. My mixed heritage added color and curves. I stood out in front of a glacier. My mother was dark skinned from Brazil and my father was lighter skinned African American.
Graduation was the following week.

While my entire family warmed up on the beaches of Florida, I stood in Alaska for a cold weather bikini shoot. All five of us shivered until they brought in a huge heater. On this isolated strand of beach with glaciers behind us, the view was gorgeous, for the photographers. What we saw was a line of people in parkas telling us to smile while penguins stood watch.

It was one of the times I thought the public would prefer to see my side. Bikini clad models were everywhere, penguins watching a photo shoot? Now, that would sell magazines.
The thought made me laugh. The camera clicked away.

Dragon, Elf, Elves, Fae, Fairies, Fairy, Fantasy, Fiction, Paranormal Romance

Contessa coming in Paperback

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In the next three weeks, Contessa will be available in paperback at Amazon.com through Createspace. I’m also looking at the paperback/hardcover options at Nookpress.

The paperback cover is amazing. Thanks to Syneca Featherstone for her amazing work.

The book is in review at Createspace. It will be on sale for $9.99. The reason for the high price, which I wouldn’t hike up if I didn’t have to – is in the graphic below. Amazon insists a book of 366 page be AT LEAST $8.74. In order for me to make 75 cents a book, it’s at $9.99.

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Arcane Court, Dark Fantasy, Death Dealer, Demon, Dragon, Las Vegas, New Orleans, Red Lady, Werewolves

Red Lady Excerpt

Red Lady, the second of my Arcane Court books, was published on October 27, 2014. Thank you to everyone for the wonderful response.

Red Lady: The Second Arcane Court Novel

Here is an excerpt:

Chapter One

“Get up, you fucking, ugly ass excuse for a dragon! I leave you for a hundred years and you move into a mansion? You’ve gone soft, Cimmerian.”

My ex-fiancée in my bedroom—this was going to be a bad day. “Tanith, so nice to wake to your screeching. I’d forgotten what it felt like to hate my life from the instant I gained consciousness.”

The shift to dragon took me moments as I rolled out of bed to stand to my full 6’11 dragon height. As a human, I stood 6’ 6.

“Men and size. Did you get Wretch to spell you taller?”

She spoke with effort and, for the first time in years, I looked at the face of the only woman I’d ever considered marrying.

She stood with pride and elegance in every sinew, her normally translucent white skin marred with weeping wounds, her waist-length, natural red hair I loved matted to her head.

My shift back to human took place quickly as I ran to her side. “What happened?”

“Sex game gone crazy. You know how that is,” she said with effort. The lie didn’t make it to her eyes.

I’d play along. “You show up in my bedroom wounded from rough sex? Fucking demons again?”

“Yeah, they wanted to whip me until I couldn’t shift.” Her grip on the doorjamb loosened.

I put an arm around her. First time we’d touched since our wedding night a hundred years before. Then, she’d been astride me in bed, sweating profusely while ripping scales from my chest to get to my heart.

Her smell struck me as off. “You stink.”

“You still love me. If getting my ass beat was what it took, I could’ve paid for Wretch to do it decades ago.”

She sounded scared. I needed to know why. I’d missed her Scottish accent. Gathering her in my arms, I carried her to the bathroom.

“Uh, Boss?” George appeared in the doorway. He’d proved light on his feet for a lowland gorilla shifter. “Do we need Angie, or are you good?”

“You have quite the menagerie.” Her normal acrid tone had softened; probably by her wounds.

“Call Wretch. Tell him Tanith’s back, in bad shape, and to bring Angie.” I kicked open the bathroom door. “Make sure he shows up with clothes on.” He loved making her blush.

I had to admit she looked good with pink cheeks. Setting her down, I grabbed a washcloth.

“Who’s Angie?” Tanith held onto the counter while I turned on the water.

“Wretch’s human on and off girlfriend.” I began to remove her clothing.

Her back, covered with welts from a whip, looked swollen, oozing puss. The infected wounds prevented her from shifting. Our systems wouldn’t allow us to change shape with foreign objects or substances on our skin. The shift would distribute them to vital organs and our bloodstream—a knife may start out in your back and end up in your heart.

She laughed so hard she started to cough. “He has a human girlfriend?”

“Of course I do, you obnoxious bitch.” Wretch casually walked in, his long hair sticking up, sleep framing his hazel eyes. At least, he’d covered his naked human form with a robe, barely.

Angie—human, curvy, and pissed—pushed past him. “Shut up. We have an open relationship. He sleeps around, I sleep around, and we all get laid regularly.”

Her long brown hair smelled like shampoo, her ample figure dressed professionally, telling me she didn’t stay with Wretch last night. Angie worked as the Chief Coroner here in New Orleans. She had a secondary lab in the basement of this house for her demon DNA injection research. He’d brought her without the new werewolf assistant.

Her exclusivity with Wretch, after her ordeal escaping a deranged pediatrician, lasted twenty-four hours. George and I had placed bets on how long he could wait before he slept with someone else. I won. A millennium of being a demon slut wouldn’t disappear overnight, even if he did love the doctor.

He also did it to push her to safety. I stared at proof in front of me—knowing us came at a cost. Tanith winced. Angie examined her, shooing us out of the room.

“Let me guess. You flew to Vegas without telling me and picked her up at work?” Wretch moved to one of the couches in my huge room. He waved his hand, dressing himself in respectable clothing.

He stood six feet tall with dark blond hair to his shoulders and hazel eyes. His demon mother and dragon father would be proud; he could do demon magic with dragon strength and scales.

His family feared him. They should. It’s why they hunted us.

Hard for me to remember that as he sprawled on my couch dressed in what I called his demon dandy look—linen pants with a buttoned-down shirt, undone to mid-chest. He no longer wore the gold chains around his neck after a demon damn near yanked his head off with them, decapitation being the only way to kill demons, and Wretch.

“I woke up to her screeching. What the hell was she doing in Vegas and how did you know where she was?” Now I was pissed at him.

I spelled some clothes for myself. As a dragon that sucked down demon souls at the moment of their death, I had gained the ability to do spell work. Clothing proved my limit, thus far.

He looked sheepish.

That was new. “You checked up on my ex?”

He fiddled with his collar. “She tried to rip your heart out. I soiled a good shirt before I put you back together. It was in my best interest to know where she was at all times.”

“Demon contacts?”

“You bet.” He smiled at me and vanished.

“Ass.” The one ability I wanted to have and didn’t.

He’d told me he’d help me with it, but the fear of not reappearing or coming back without my favorite parts made me limit my travels to cars, legs, or wings.

Shouts erupted in the bathroom. Well, I now knew where he went.

“So, the two of you?” George came back clothed and washed up. His hair was black with some gray in it, cropped close to his head, his eyes dark brown, almost black. At a little over six feet tall and with a football linebacker build, he had enough body hair to be accurately categorized as furry.

I had to tell him the truth at some point. “We were going to be married. She left me at the altar. Something about the company I keep.”

A century later and the memories still tweaked my emotions. I left out the heart-ripping part. It hurt more. If he didn’t hear Wretch mention it, I wasn’t going to bring it up.

He smiled. “She’s back.”

“It’s because she’ll blame us for what happened.” Nothing new there.

“What’s the probability of that?”

“North of ninety-five percent.” More like ninety-nine percent.

 

 

Candy Man Delivery, Erotic Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Paranormal Romance, Romance, Short Stories

Dark Chocolate Peppermint: A Candy Man Delivery Story

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Alicia ended a lucrative modeling career to get her MBA. Trying to find work in a crowded job market discourages her, as she contemplates making a living in a bikini again. Fellow model and friend, Susie, watches the light fade from Alicia’s dark brown complexion and puts her name into contention for a Candy Man.

Unaware of her friends idea for her future, Alicia continues her job hunt. She arrives for an interview only to find the interviewer in board shorts with an obvious erection. Appalled, she runs out followed by his assistant begging for autographs until she kicks him off the elevator.

Humiliated and discouraged, she starts her own modeling agency. Calling friends in for favors helps her with a successful launch. Now, for a man. As she sits in her condo watching the lights dance across Biscayne Bay, her phone rings. She’s been chosen for a Candy Man. Can Vangelis tempt her to stay home with him or will she pull her Dark Chocolate Peppermint man into the chaotic modeling world? Can their new relationship survive the tug-of-war?

Candy Man Delivery, Erotic Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Halloween, novella, Paranormal Romance, Romance, Short Stories

Cover Reveal: Hot Caramel Passion

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Releasing October 15, 2014 is the 5th in the Candy Man Delivery series.

Blurb:

Ava’s skills as a chef took her from private celebrity chef to owner of Miami’s hottest new restaurant. Shy since kindergarten, she expressed her passions in the kitchen. Loneliness lowered her shoulders as the accolades faded at closing each night. At thirty-three, she was still single, preferring a crowded kitchen to a man across a small table.

Her brother signed her up with Viviana, owner of The Candy Man Delivery Service. She’d been appalled until he showed her the picture of Viviana’s man, Adonis. Her anxiety quelled each day by a furious work schedule then ran rampant over her mind as she tried to sleep.

Exhausted and shaking, she opens her condo door to find Marcus with caramel colored skin, dark hair, and intense brown eyes. He helps her bloom as she experiences complete devotion for the first time in her life.

Candy Man Delivery, Erotic Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Halloween, Paranormal Romance, Romance

Hot Caramel Passion – The 5th Candy Man Story

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Releasing October 15 – Already available at your favorite eBook store for pre-order.

Blurb:

Ava’s skills as a chef took her from private celebrity chef to owner of Miami’s hottest new restaurant. Shy since kindergarten, she expressed her passions in the kitchen. Loneliness lowered her shoulders as the accolades faded at closing each night. At thirty-three, she was still single, preferring a crowded kitchen to a man across a small table.

Her brother signed her up with Viviana, owner of The Candy Man Delivery Service. She’d been appalled until he showed her the picture of Viviana’s man, Adonis. Her anxiety quelled each day by a furious work schedule then ran rampant over her mind as she tried to sleep.

Exhausted and shaking, she opens her condo door to find Marcus with caramel colored skin, dark hair, and intense brown eyes. He helps her bloom as she experiences complete devotion for the first time in her life.

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