Monday, April 30, 2012

Be the First to read the opening pages to Sweet Affliction...


Sweet Awakenings Book 4 (Navy SEALs Series) - Available May 1st

Chapter 1

He dove in the water as bullets sprayed against the waves. Applying pressure to his side, he kicked and tried to achieve more distance than depth between him and the men firing at him. He swam under the boat and to the other side so they wouldn’t have a chance to hit him again. What the fuck had just happened? How had he gone from enjoying a cold beer with a former teammate to watching a trail of blood drip from his forehead and nearly two dozen men carrying an arsenal of weapons boarding the small yacht? He ignored the gut-wrenching realization that his friend of nearly twenty years was dead. The cold stare of shock in Tom’s face as he fell forward told him he was killed instantly. A single shot from a sniper had taken out a man who served his country for over twenty years while managing to live to tell about it.

The whizzing sound of bullets hitting the water was becoming more distant. Despite being hit he was still a strong swimmer. His training had saved his life more than once, and this time proved to be no different. If his bearings were right and he wasn’t disoriented from blood loss, he’d estimate that he was about two miles from shore. If he swam around the south peninsula of the island, that would put him far out of the sights of whomever the hell was shooting at him. It would mean at least a three-mile swim. With blood loss and pain it wasn’t going to be easy, but he’d survived worse than this before so he had no doubts that this time would be no different.

Exhausted and starting to feel light-headed, he tried not to panic. He had to remain focused. One thing he learned was that if he rested to float for even a moment he would tire even more so and never continue on. While he hoped the men firing at him assumed they were successful in their attempts to kill him as well, he couldn’t be too careful. They could be scouring the dark waters with a spotlight looking for any sign of him.

The shore was in his sights now. He kept on, kicking with everything that he had despite the burn in his muscles. If he was able to use his full strength it probably wouldn’t be so strenuous on him, but having to hold his side in an effort to diminish some of the pain left him somewhat handicapped.

When he was so close to the shore his kicks met with more sand than distance he finally rested, allowing the surf to carry him the rest of the way. His mouth filled with sand as his body swept up to the soft beach. He laid there for a moment, breathless and physically spent. The pain from his right side where the bullet hit was radiating to his arm, rendering it useless. It took all his will to use his other arm, the muscles still burning from his several-mile swim. He crawled farther up the beach, not wanting to chance the waves that carried him in to safety pulling him right back out again. There was a small opening against the cliff. It was only a few yards away but seemed to be so much farther.

He crawled to what would be his shelter for the night. Echoes of his BUD/S instructors shouting at him for being a pussy swam in his mind. He was a United States Navy SEAL for Christ’s sake. Well at least for another month until he retired, that is. He was trained to never give up. What would they tell him in training? Take off your girlie panties and swim like a man with your balls swaying free in the water. It was a dumb-ass analogy, but it served the purpose at the time when he’d heard it. He had survived BUD/S training and twenty years in Naval Special Warfare. A measly bullet wound in his right side wouldn’t be the death of him.

Somehow he managed to pull his shirt off. He couldn’t remember a time when he was this tired. Everything he’d ever experienced seemed like a drop in the bucket compared to this.

The events of the past several hours flashed through his head. He arrived in town by small plane to meet up with Tom who had just begun to celebrate his retirement. Living large on the open sea he had called it. They ate some steaks that Tom’s onboard cook had managed to charbroil to near perfection while enjoying a couple of cold Coronas. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He still had two days on his leave, so the two had planned to fish and do nothing much of anything else.

He shook his head as he replayed the events in his mind. None of it made sense. He was damn good at sensing danger. Hell, they both were. One minute they were laughing about some señorita who would hit on Tom every time he went to town, and the next the slow trail of crimson drew a line down his forehead, his eyes wide and surprised as they stared back at him.

“Fuck!”

Tom had given twenty-two years of his life to the navy. Why the hell did this have to happen a mere two weeks after his retirement? What in God’s name was going on?

Once again, playing everything back through his mind over and over, he kept looking for some sort of a sign. Something he may have missed. Still he could find nothing.

 He had only known that type of surprise killing capable of three types of men—military, mercenaries, or the mob. None of those possibilities made any sense. Tom was a decorated war hero. He had saved countless lives in leading men on various missions. The military would have no reason to want him dead, except maybe the Taliban, but these men weren’t Taliban. He couldn’t see their faces behind their grease paint, but they moved much too disciplined to be a part of that sect. That ruled out his possibility of the mob as well. Aside from the cool, calculated methods of killing, they didn’t have the physical skill to move like a trained soldier.

That was it.

A trained soldier. These men moved like military, but something was off. A military force, even Special Forces for any country, would’ve been identifiable to him in one way or another, but they weren’t. These men were former military. Mercenaries, no doubt.

The question was, why would mercenaries be after Tom? His friend had led a clean, by-the-book military career, only killing when it was required and the only means necessary. Tom never stepped on toes or used anyone to his advantage. Everyone on the teams looked up to and respected him.

Those conclusions left him with only one possibility. These were foreign mercenaries, sent from another country to shut Tom up. Why would anyone want or need a former Navy SEAL dead when he was no longer a threat to them?

Something wasn’t adding up, and he was becoming more and more tired. The blood loss was taking its toll. He needed to get medical attention, get the bullet removed and get stitched up. He was surprised he hadn’t gone into shock yet. Adrenaline had no doubt kept him going. Pushing up with his one good arm he tried to steady himself to stand. He was nearly on his feet when he collapsed from fatigue. If he just closed his eyes for a few minutes then maybe it would reenergize him. At least he hoped it would. He knew if he stayed here any longer he would either die of blood loss or those men would find him to finish the job.

It was his last thought before he saw the barrel of a gun pointing down at him and his eyes closed.






Note: 10% of the author royalties on this book will benefit nonprofit organizations
dedicated to providing educational assistance and support grants to families of wounded and fallen United States Navy SEALs.


New Release: Wolves of Climax, 3



[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, werewolves, HEA]

Life in Climax is anything but ordinary. Cassidy does things with her four men she only ever dreamed of, but as the days pass, she craves more than just sex. She wants the whole happily ever after with the men who quickly capture her heart.

Cassidy slowly feels like she belongs in Climax, but something is still missing. Her lovers continually remind her she'll have to accept Matthew in her bed if he returns. She's ready to include him, anxious to experience five men, but what if he wants nothing to do with her?

When she goes in search of her half brother, the Rockford miners lead her into a trap. It's too late to follow Garret's warnings about leaving the mine alone. Now she's faced with madmen and surrounded by wolves. Will her men be able to rescue her before it's too late?

NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is Book 3 of 7 in the Wolves of Climax collection. These books are not stand alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. Each book may end on a cliffhanger but usually with a happy-for-now for the heroine and one or more men. The final book contains a happily forever after for the heroine and all her men.


Angelic Forecast ~ #191


"The creature you have slain is a vile creation of humankind's most ruthless enemy. They were genetically designed to rid Mars and Earth of every humanoid," he pauses, "except for one subspecies."


I blink my eyes at Dhuroth's explanation. The next moment, I find myself standing beside him, the light blade still in my hand.

"It's still the same, isn't it?" I ask as I stare at the blade.

"Yes, my beloved one, only the way of it has changed. Now the age of science is used by the ancient enemies of humankind." Dhuroth gently claims my upper arm with his hand, and I feel his man's caring for me.

"The gathering," I utter as a realization hits me. "Those from across the galaxy who are with humanity have arrived, are arriving."

"Yes, humanity's progenitors as Volcano refers to them have arrived. They do battle with enemies who would seize Earth as their world."

My lion man comforts me with his touch as his words jolt my insides like an earthquake. Yet, it's something I've always known in my soul.

"Several layers of war on Earth," I murmur.

"The wars visible to the public, yes, they are merely for soulless conquest and to divert humanity's attention from the true war in the skies, and in the heavens."

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Liberty is rising throughout the world ~ that is the theme for this week, and for the summer months.

As time compresses, 'quickening' even faster, and 'change' dramatically accelerates, in this year of 2012, the demand for true liberty will ring planet-wide. Non-stop.

For, only liberty, the liberty of all peoples, allows for a good and prosperous life where dreams and everyone's potential can be fulfilled. That is our future as human beings, if we are daring enough, wise enough, and brave enough to claim it.

Further... on the AWAKENING front, the title for this week is: The Rising of Divine Mind ~ The Great Awakening is Here

At this point in time your diviness, your higher inner nature is being triggered by the incoming cosmic energies. These 'awakening' frequencies are now pelting humanity, and bombarding Mother Earth relentlessly. As well, the angelic realm is showering all of us with encouraging and loving vibes. Know too, other Beings who love humanity are assisting with their good, good vibrations.

Remember, the time of the Great Awakening is Here and Now. Because this 'Aquarian Age Awakening' is happening faster than the soulless ones thought possible, they are taking draconian countermeasures against all of 'the people'. This sci-fi tech tyranny is being brought about as rapidly as possible.

In the meantime, the control-freak, psychopathic establishment is using every made-up excuse to stomp on everyone's neck, both literally and metaphorically. However, with the rise of liberty, and with the ideal of freedom in the hearts and minds of many, be aware the 'major conflict' is here, and will only grow in intensity.

On the truth front, TRUTHS that have been hidden for ages, will now be slamming humanity full force. Ancient history speaks with a megaphone.

On the economic front, nothing will be as it seems this week. Lies and deception rule. Major news stories about the economy will be used to control the people, and keep them in the dark. Out of this obvious manipulation, more of us will look for alternative and wise ways to overcome the system.

On the war front, as the chess-style war games continue across the globe, there will be a major roll out of new nightmarish weapons. This is because the bankster gangsters are afraid, very afraid.

On the personal front, now is the time to take stock of what you have, and make plans to get whatever you need. Organization is a good thing this week. It is also a good time to charge ahead with your favorite plans and projects.

On the food front, gardening is front and center. Again, whatever you can grow, do it, and help others with your knowledge. Or, make plans to find local growers and farmers, and do business with them. Also, 'real' organic is now king of the food castle.

On the land changes front, this week the title is: The Rise of the Volcano ~ It's Here. Also, more major earthquakes will take place in the near future. And, due to severe super weather across the planet, there will be displaced populations.

On the really bad news front, now is the time to take care of yourself, and your loved ones as never before. It's crash, boom, and bang time on the world stage. Conflict of every kind, and at every level, increases from this point forward.

As a reminder, from a recent forecast: "every attempt will be made by THOSE who hate humanity, to rip our very psyches apart. Brain-drain Big Media will continue to present a picture of normalcy while increasing the levels of fear porn. The underlying message: if you quit feeding the dragon establishment, if you quit believing in our wizard-of-oz powers, our might-makes-right to RULE over you -- YOU *the people* will be oh-so sorry. Boom. Boom." *THIS NOW ESCALATES.*

Trendwise, this is the Age of the individual heroine and hero. Each of us chooses our higher nature, or we do not. For, these times are not about having a 'leader', or 'the leader'. All of us will be leaders in our own way.

Any business, service or product that assists the new heroine and hero will be in demand from now on.

This week fill your heart with the sounds and scents of nature. Share your experience with those you love most.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list

Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL MARCH WEEK ~

Kisses from Savanna Kougar...

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Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
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Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

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Friday, April 27, 2012

Maia’s Magickal Mates Now Available!


Brothers Thayne and Cade Malloy couldn't be more different, the only things linking them their psychic gifts and their Wiccan legacy. With their parents killed twenty-four years ago, they are all each other has.

When Cade turns up on his doorstep after a long absence, burned-out and needing refuge from his gifts, Thayne welcomes him with open arms. Neither brother is aware of the evil that stalks them.

Wiccan and New York transplant Maia Jensen knows she is more than a handful for the sensible and staid Thayne, but she can see interesting things happening for her, Thayne, and Cade in the future…if they can survive an egomaniac's power-hungry trip in the present.

Thayne, Cade, and Maia are chased through time when Prentice Teague, a powerful black-magick Wiccan with an age-old score to settle, sets his sights on augmenting his powers with theirs. Prentice has another thing coming, however, when the trio's growing emotional connection enhances their gifts.
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Wednesday's Words for April 25, 2012

I wear a step counter every day. The purpose of this little device is to remind me not to spend my entire day sitting on my butt in front of my computer.

That dual nature of mine – anal and completely sanguine – plays against me more often than not. It means that while I have a detailed plan and schedule on any given day, I’m capable of ignoring same and going off into my own little realm of silliness.

Wasting time doesn’t pay the bills, as my mother would say.

Unfortunately I’ve shown a real knack for wasting time. The step counter makes a bit of a sound every time I adjust my position in my chair, reminding me that I have to get up and move around. I have to stop wasting time and start moving.

Ideally, walking is the best exercise there is. But as many of you know, walking isn’t something I do very well any more. I can walk some. Oh, not the brisk strides the health gurus promote. But at this point in my life, I figure any steps I take are better than no steps at all. And I know that if I don’t take these steps every day, very soon I won’t be able walk, period.

I don’t waste time thinking of what might have been; that smacks of self pity. No, I’m not perfect. Yes, I do have tiny bouts of that malaise from time to time. But my pity parties are private affairs, by invitation only—and so far, I haven’t invited anyone to join me.

Osteoarthritis is a disease that has good days and bad days, but will never be gone. On good days I can manage anywhere from 6000 to 8000 steps. I’ve even hit 10K a few times – and in case you were wondering, that is the number of steps that most healthy adults should be taking every day: ten thousand steps.

On bad days, I’m lucky to hit 3000. Thankfully, unless the weather sabotages me, I don’t have many really bad days. I’m not telling you all this to get you to feel sorry for me. I don’t need or want anyone’s pity or even sympathy. I’m telling you this to let you know that everyone has challenges in their lives. We all do, and so we are none of us really alone. Life is hard and often unfair – but it hard and often unfair for everyone.

If you see someone who appears to be living a life of perfection, for whom nothing seems to go wrong ever, may I suggest you take a moment to complement them on their acting abilities.

I used to swim every day until my body developed certain conditions that made that not a very good idea. I think we’ve found and fixed the problem, and I’m looking forward, in a couple of weeks, to renewing my pool membership. I’m going to be less aggressive than I was – swimming every day was difficult and too high a goal. I’ll aim for three times a week and see how that goes.

I’m very fortunate that I can do that; I’m very lucky that there is a facility near enough and the cost is reasonable enough that I can manage to do it.

I’m very fortunate that I can do a lot of things to make life easier for myself. I spend time every day focusing on how very fortunate I am, and I do count the blessings in my life, every single day.

I do that, because being grateful makes me feel good inside. Being kind to others, and lifting people up instead of bringing them down, are in reality extremely selfish actions and ones I indulge in on a regular basis.

They fill my heart, lift my spirits, and cheer my soul. Nothing feels better, and nothing else can give me that kind of return on investment.
Love,
Morgan
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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Angelic Forecast ~ #190


Concrete and slime, I think, and thick as the trunk of a redwood tree. Yet my blade of light keeps passing through while giant knifing claws strike at me, and I maneuver out of the way -- like a subtle and strange aerial dance.


Only at the last strand of hideous, hard-as-titanium flesh does my weapon halt, and I know that means the beast is able to regenerate... uh-oh!

"Use your formidable will, beloved one."

I hear Dhuroth's voice as if he stands right beside me. Maybe he does, given I don't know where I am, or why this is playing out -- other than as a window into my past life.

Suddenly the ability to focus like a trained laser takes over. I use my will to shove the light blade. It feels like minutes not moments as I slice through the very last string of the monster's protective neck plate.

As I heave a breath of relief, his life gushes out, a tremendous fountain of hideous liquid that I back away from as fast as possible. Back away? No, I rush back in some sort of flying motion.

With my blade held before me, ready to fight again, I wonder what the purpose of all this is. Before my gaze, the gorgon beast collapses, then begins to wither away. Eventually, his corpse becomes so much dust in the lightly swirling wind.

Why? I mentally ask my lion man. I feel his presence. Strongly, to say the least.

"The creature you have slain is a vile creation of humankind's most ruthless enemy. They were genetically designed to rid Mars and Earth of every humanoid," he pauses, "except for one subspecies."

I blink my eyes at Dhuroth's explanation. The next moment, I find myself standing beside him, the light blade still in my hand.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

From a previous forecast on July 3, 2011: "Around this cosmic ‘Awakening’ there will be joy, a celebratory dance of joy. Tempering this dance, will be the pain of chaos and confusion, and constant war. For, massive CHANGE is here and will occur at lightning speed for the next several years."

The forthcoming week in this Year of the Dragon, is all about the acceleration of this 'massive CHANGE'. This means each individual, the psyche of humanity, society at large, and including the Earth.

Be prepared. We are entering a period of hyperdrive that will be a confusing blur to many.

At this point in time, there will be unprecedented levels of chaos and cruelty. This is because the age of deception and betrayal by governments, by 'evil doers' who control those governments, is coming to a close, and the battle between Good and Evil rages.

Know that 'truth' is winning. Currently, truth at the speed of light circles the world.

This week is also about understanding, then celebrating the ephemeral and eternal anew. What does this mean? The fifth dimension is here. Now, increasingly, the old sacred ways will live again as a new spiritual way for most of us during the Aquarian Age.

On the economic front, for the next three months the worldwide economy will be like a fast bouncing Yo-Yo. This is 'mostly' by design of the bankster gangster crowd. However, because of their constant infighting there will be gains made by the good forces.

As well, there is a grassroots rebellion which is strengthening fast. Those involved will be creating an under-economy that will helpful to a lot of us in the future.

On the truth front, our words will come back to haunt many of us. This will be especially true for those who inhabit the world stage. A caution: this week don't say anything you don't mean.

On the war front, for the next several months, the nightmare wars across the globe will be revealed as if captured beneath a glaring spotlight. In the alternate media, 'war' will be placed under a high-powered microscope. This is due to 'both' the truth energy of the FIVE year, 2012, and as a strategic move by the global cabal to threaten any who oppose their world dominance.

On the AWAKENING front, the information revolution is here, and growing like a field of weeds gone wild. Also, at this time, a critical mass has been achieved. Even if the soulless ones of the New World Order bring about their one world government, there will NEVER be an actual 'one world' regime. This is because too many of us will say NO, and we will go our own way. We will create our own strong communities.

On the personal front, this week continue your projects. Forge ahead despite any setbacks because later things will go your way, and everything will work out. As well, look around for the changes that are taking place. This will give you the advantage in future decision-making.

On the food front, the information revolution will change how many of us view food and, thus, will cause a renaissance in natural farming and ranching.

On the land changes front, the year, 2012, continues with volcanoes, earthquakes, severe storms, flooding, and solar flares. Welcome to the endtimes, and the beginning times. This week will have its share.

On the really bad news front, there are strange doings in the backrooms of the so-called establishment. These 'deals' with some of the big-name corporations will manifest as several horrific events designed to gain huge profits. Prayer for divine intervention will work to stop these events.

Trendwise, the real truth about the economy becomes obvious to so many at this time that a variety of counteractions will be taken. One of them will be the quick buildup of local economies. This is the time to look for new and better ways to do business in your community. Also, there will be opportunities to learn from those heroines and heroes who are already engaged in these new ways of commerce.

This is a week to open your arms to the beauties of nature. If the weather doesn't cooperate, make plans to enjoy Mother Nature in the near future. Your soul will thank you.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~

~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list

Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL MARCH WEEK ~

Kisses from Savanna Kougar...

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Siren-BookStrand Author of ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]

When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]

Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]

Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]

Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

It's release day on for my latest book ~ MASTER OF SUBMISSION ~ The first book in my powerful new BDSM series. Available from Bookstrand


Club Submission is a fetish and BDSM club in the heart of Boston, Massachusetts. Behind the closed doors are several Masters waiting to make your fantasies come true. So, join me ~ Jan Bowles ~ for a safe, sane and consensual trip into the BDSM world....


....find out how Master Zane helps Emma Parkes discover her submissive side.


The Blurb:


[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, figging, sex toys, HEA]
Thirty-year-old English lawyer Emma Parkes believes Club Submission holds the key to her best friend's disappearance. Well out of her comfort zone, Emma's eyes are opened wide when she observes the Masters of Submission at work. They're so confident and sexually arousing—especially beautiful blue-eyed Master Zane.
Submission member and Dom Zane Anders frequently enjoys all the club has to offer. The wealthy, forty-year-old diamond importer has everything he could possibly need—everything except for love. A natural dominant, he's not looking for a permanent submissive in his life. But perhaps he'll make an exception for the stunning lawyer from London.
When Club Submission is plunged into a high-profile murder investigation, its very existence is put in jeopardy.
Can Emma unlock the truth, or will the devastatingly handsome Zane Anders, a Master of Submission, unlock her deepest sexual desires, instead?
A Siren Erotic Romance
To find out more click HERE


Warning: Sextreme Rating, 18 and over only.



In the 2nd of the series ~ Destined for the Dom ~ See how Zoe Leighton and Master Hunter finally get together after fourteen years apart. Coming to Siren June 2012

Hi everyone! I'm absolutely thrilled to introduce myself as a new author to Siren-Bookstrand. I've been published one year, and my Siren debut was released on Tuesday. It's a M/F erotic fantasy set in a parallel universe, and I hope you'll check it out!




STORY EXCERPT

Ravenna forced away the fear and weighed her options. She couldn’t stay up here indefinitely, and they wouldn’t leave. How long before they simply climbed up and pulled her down? The only way she’d reach the portal was to descend the tree and talk her way out of this. Her cover story firmly in place, she started to descend, hoping her silly skirt stayed put this time. She should have dressed in breeches.
Her pack started to slip again, and as she reached for it she lost her footing and tried to slide down the trunk rather than fall. She landed on her backside, and the men laughed again. Her face hot with embarrassment, she scrambled to her feet and pulled her pack close to her body.
“Who are you, girl? Why were you hiding?” asked the taller man, taking a step toward her.
She backed up a few paces, nearly tripping on a tree root. “That is not your concern, Guardian.” So much for talking her way out of this. They reeked of whiskey, and the lustful look in their eyes didn’t give much hope of reasonable conversation.
Both men advanced toward her, and, as she turned to run, one of them reached out and grabbed her skirt. She tripped while trying to wrench the fabric from his hand, landing on her face. The sharp taste of fear, as if she’d put the point of a blade on her tongue, filled her mouth and nose. She tried to rise to her knees, but the heel of a boot on her ass prevented it. One of them tugged the pack out from underneath her, sending a sudden pain across her left breast.
“Looks like she’s taking a journey.”
She turned her head and watched Rock Thrower pull her satin undergarments out of the pack and hold them aloft. “These are not the clothes of a peasant. Who are you, girl?”
The man above her moved his foot from her ass to the middle of her back and pressed down hard. She bit back a cry. These vermin would not have the satisfaction of seeing her fear. “Let me up. You have no right to do this.”
“We do what we want, girl.”
Leaves rustled and twigs snapped. Two more pairs of boots appeared in her line of vision. Ravenna tried to look up, but the Guardian’s foot held her firm.
“Your Highness,” said the man above her, his voice full of surprise.
“What is going on here?” The newcomer’s voice was smooth and polished, unlike the coarse speech of the Guardians. Ravenna tried to see his face but could only see as far as the tops of his knee boots.
“Why are you dressed like a peasant, Highness?”
Highness? Was this stranger one of King Reginald’s sons?
“Let her go.”
“Why should we listen to you, Prince Dalmas?” asked Rock Thrower, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Dalmas? Crown Prince Dalmas? This stranger was the King’s eldest son? She’d heard the tales of him often enough to know him as a rogue, intent only on intrigue at the castle and his own pleasure. This man would not protect her from the Guardians. He’d take her first then hand her over to them.
“How dare you question me?” he asked, his tone leaving no doubt he expected his every word to be obeyed without argument.
The man above her chuckled quietly. “We wouldn’t question you, Highness, except we’ve heard rumors of certain revelations at the castle this morning.”
The pressure on her back eased up, and she was able to twist around and see past the stranger’s knees. Her gaze traveled over drab-colored breeches that couldn’t hide firm thigh muscles, to broad shoulders and strong arms encased in an olive tunic. One of those arms moved suddenly to unsheathe a sword. The Guardian removed his boot from her back and stepped away.
Ravenna sat up. The Prince held the tip of his blade to her captor’s throat. Rock Thrower held the tip of his sword against the chest of a young man. Both he and the Prince wore calm looks on their faces, as though they were merely out for a stroll in the forest and had come across acquaintances instead of being on the verge of a duel.
What in the name of Gehenna was going on? Ashdowne’s alliance with the Guardians went back for centuries. Why would their Crown Prince pull a weapon on one? Ravenna watched the Prince’s face, admiring the strong set of his jaw and his high cheekbones. His dark, wavy locks fell loose over his shoulders.
The Guardian at the end of the Prince’s blade chuckled. “It appears we have a stalemate here, Highness. I don’t wish to lose my life, and I’m certain you don’t want to lose your servant, so let us strike a bargain.”
“You are not in a position to strike bargains, Guardian.”
“And you no longer have power over us, Highness.”
A brief flash of anger shone in the Prince’s eyes, and his jaw muscles twitched. What did the Guardian mean? Why would he no longer have power over them?
“Give us the girl,” said the Guardian, “and we’ll let you and your servant be on your way, with no word to the castle that we saw you.”
Ravenna gasped. “You have no right to—” The look in the Prince’s eyes stopped her cold. They held a warning she didn’t understand. Was he trying to protect her from them? That didn’t ring true with all she’d heard about him.
“She is not yours to have,” he said, poking the Guardian in the neck with the sword tip. A tiny red spot formed on the man’s skin.
The Guardian visibly swallowed. “And she is of no concern to you. The longer you delay here, the more likely the Castle Guards will catch up with you. Your brother has a price on your head.”


Heat Level: SCORCHING

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Wednesday's Words for April 18, 2012

I’m back home from Chicago, and life is slowly returning to normal. I know that in not too many more days, the week we spent in the Windy City will fade from our memories, and it will feel as if a great canyon of time separates us from the awesome events of RT 2012.

Insofar as I can, I strive to always live my life with an attitude of gratitude. I do spend time each night giving thanks for the blessings in my life. Thinking back now on the experience of this year’s convention, gratitude is the emotion I feel the most.

I had such a wonderful time at RT in Chicago this year. I had to miss last year’s event in L. A., due to a few health challenges. How amazing, then, to return after that absence and feel as if I’d never been away.

There are countless volunteers, wonderful people who each year make this event happen. You see the same sweet souls, in city after city, people who are devoted to books and authors and readers, and prove it by stepping up to the plate, time and time again.

I try to always let these wonderful people know that I appreciate them and the work they do. Their motivation may be love of all this bookish, but never doubt their contribution involves a lot of hard work. I believe they truly work harder for free than most of the folks I know anywhere do for a paycheck. These volunteers who are on their feet 10 and 12 hours a day are mostly of my own generation—in other words, they’re not young’uns.

I’m grateful for the readers who, each time I attend this convention, tell me how excited they are to meet me and how much they love my books. I’m always so surprised when that happens, and so humbled at such times, too. To know you have readers is one thing; to be asked for your autograph, or to have your picture taken, is quite another.

I’m grateful because I made several new friends at the convention. Two in particular I spent a great deal of time with, both of them fellow Siren authors. Heather Rainier is the talented creator of the Divine, Texas, series; and Peyton Elizabeth is a brand new author with four books about to be released, beginning in May, with her debut novel Not So Common.

I’m grateful and honored that I got to spend an entire morning with my friend, New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong. Her YA novels are hugely popular, and I am thrilled that she’s so successful.

I was also able to touch base with the some of my other writing buddies—Emma Wildes, Lara Santiago, and Raina James. We don’t get together as often as we would like, because time and circumstance often can be very cruel. But every moment I’m in their presence is truly special, and another thing in my life that I am thankful for.

Most of all, this year, however, I’m grateful for Mr. Ashbury.

This is the first time in several years that he has accompanied me to RT. The last time he made the journey was in 2007 when the convention was held in Houston. That was just after the release of my very first novel, and was also the occasion of my very first book signing.

He wanted to come to Chicago, and had intended to visit a few museums Monday and Tuesday, but couldn’t, as I reported to you last week. When the convention opened on Wednesday, however, he made it his mission to be there for me, going with me first to register, and then on to club RT where I was very pleased to help host my publisher’s table once again this year.

My beloved dubbed himself my “stand here and stand by” man, and he truly was that, and much more. I rented a scooter for the duration, and so he carried my paraphernalia—no mean feat, let me tell you—and he helped me get from A to B every time I wanted to. And then he stayed with me, ready to pitch in if I needed him. I certainly could not have done what I needed to do at the convention without him.

Mr. Ashbury very much enjoyed meeting and chatting with Mr. Rainier, too. And I would be remiss if I did not here acknowledge that good man, the husband of my fellow author and new friend.

Rarely have I been blessed to witness a couple so devoted to each other. Mr. Rainier braved what must have appeared to be a daunting pool of estrogen, and in so doing showed his love and support for his wife. Sir, my metaphorical hat is off to you. I am a fan.

We each of us live our lives, and do our own thing. Sometimes, we lose sight of the bigger picture, by putting ourselves first, doing whatever it takes to be ‘one up’ on those we imagine ourselves to be in competition with, uncaring if others are hurt in the process.

But we truly shine as human beings when we seek to serve; when who we are and what we do touches, and gives increase, to others.

This past week, I have been so touched. And so, refreshed and renewed, and ever grateful, I’m ready to face whatever comes next.
Love,
Morgan
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Monday, April 16, 2012

Angelic Forecast ~ #189


I assume I'm supposed to fight this gorgon like beast. In moments, I witness the pure rage glittering its bulbous eyes, eyes that flash to that color of red no one wants to see on a monster.

"Am I supposed to slay you?" I ask beneath my breath, and despite my clenched jaw.

ONLY IF YOU WISH TO LIVE. The telepathic words blister my mind alive... so it feels.

Before I know it, I am whirling toward the beast rapidly, my light weapon held in front of me like a helicopter blade.

Whirling in slow motion, I launch and fly through the air. There is no thought as I precisely position the shining weapon. Then, I am slicing through monstrous plates of flesh.

Concrete and slime, I think, and thick as the trunk of a redwood tree. Yet my blade of light keeps passing through while giant knifing claws strike at me, and I subtly maneuver out of the way -- like a strange aerial dance.

Only at the last strand of hideous, hard-as-titanium flesh does my weapon halt, and I know that means the beast is able to regenerate... uh-oh!

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Catapult into consciousness... this will be a major theme for the upcoming week, and will cut both ways. The overall consciousness of humanity grows in leaps and bounds toward the Divine.

At the same time, great numbers of people will become aware of the evil matrix that now traps us all. Evidence of this will even be seen in the brain-drain media's headlines this week, if you look closely.

From this point forward, TAKE ACTION will be the name of the game worldwide. People will feel the fierce flames of freedom and take action against the enslavement tactics of the bankster gangsters, and their brutal attempt to rule the world like the worst James Bond villain.

There will be several catastrophic events during the next six weeks that will change the course of the world. Stand on the right side of history, and humanity will ascend toward a better, sweeter world for All.

What is the 'right side' of history? This is for each individual to decide for themselves. It is for each of us to stand, yet stand together, and link arms in universal LOVE, and in our POWER as precious human beings.

On the truth front, tornadoes of truth are forming and about to strike. Also, this week the unvarnished TRUTH emerges on many fronts. These revelations will be mind-blowing.

On the economic front, various strategies and a massive effort is being made to convince us that a cashless society is good for one and All. 'Nothing' could be further from the truth. Once fully instated, this would be like a tyrannical penny pincher looking over your shoulder every minute of everyday -- telling you what you could and could not buy -- plus! 'if' and when you could buy it.

On the war front, there will be big military moves, especially on areas of water, as has already taken place. However, this warring cat and mouse game will only continue. Meanwhile, behind the scenes the dark-side global elite are negotiating and infighting over 'who' will start what conflict, and when it will begin. As usual, stay tuned.

On the AWAKENING front, a tidal surge of information about the real nature of space, about extraterrestrials, and also about the paranormal will be happening at this time -- and will only become more intense as the year progresses. This is because it is cosmic time for these revelations. Also, THEY want to make contact, our space sisters and brothers.

On the personal front, 'solace' is likely to be the word for this week. Find it in whatever way works for you, and your loved ones. Music is your best friend now. While good progress can be made on your favorite projects for the next four weeks, there are also bumpy rides ahead for most of us.

On the food front, more secrets will be leaked out about the poor and poisonous quality of what is labeled as food. Also, there is a giant movement afoot to take down GMO frankenfoods. Across the globe, guerilla groups are coming together to get rid of those crops by any means necessary. Eventually, they will be successful.

On the land changes front, Mother Earth continues to shake, rattle and roll vigorously. Floods will also become major news within the next three months as she restructures herself. As well, severe volcanic eruptions are on the near horizon.

On the really bad news front, monstrously severe weather will continue all over the world causing great numbers of people to change their location. As the year progresses, there will be outbreaks of killer diseases. Despite what will be reported, most of these outbreaks will be caused by the use of bio-weapons.

Trendwise, once upon a time a Camelot president was elected who cared about the people of his country. He was brave enough to slay the beast that would enslave his fellow Americans. To accomplish this, he issued his own United States Notes, thereby freeing 'the people of the united states' from being forever indebted to this insatiable and constantly cruel beast. However, the beast showed its sinister teeth mere months later, and the young president was assassinated.

For the sake of ALL, the time in history has come to slay this current-day dragon beast. This will be a tsunami like trend across the nation, especially throughout the summer months.

This week joy is being delivered on the wings of angels. Let them hug you, and infuse you with heavenly goodness.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

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It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Wednesday's Words for April 11, 2012

Here I am, once more on site for the Romantic Times Booklovers’ Convention. This year, the convention is being held at the Hyatt Regency O’Hare, just outside of Chicago.

This gathering has a soft spot in my heart. It was at RT 2006, in Daytona Beach, that I, a middle aged, unpublished author, pitched to the publisher of the then Siren Publishing, Amanda Hilton.

The lady said yes, and from that moment on, my life was new again. I should point out that I was the 12th author signed to this wonderful company. Now, Siren-Bookstrand has more than 300 authors!

Not everyone is gifted with a second chance in life. It could be argued that my second chance actually occurred in December of 2002 when I underwent emergency open heart surgery. Regardless of when it actually took place, I have been given one, and I’ve done my best to do my best with the blessings I’ve received.

I’m honored to once more be one of the authors representing my publisher here at RT. If you’re going to be here, too, please come and see me at Club RT. I truly enjoy meeting new people.

You’ll all be pleased to know, I’m sure, that our TomTom performed flawlessly and got us here without a single wrong turn. It did want to take us across the border at Windsor, Ontario/Detroit, Michigan, while we instead wanted to cross at Sarnia-Port Huron, which we did—but the device took our human rebellion in stride, recalculating the remaining route for us without a word of complaint.

The entire journey entails about 8 hours of driving time, but we wanted to arrive unstressed, so we left a day early, and had a stopover outside of Lansing, Michigan. Leaving next Sunday, we’ll make the drive home in one day.

The hotel here is both beautiful—Hyatt hotels generally are—and huge. I can’t tell you how glad I am that I called ahead and booked a scooter for the week. It’s certainly isn’t an expensive proposition (much less of an expense than the valet parking is), and most definitely worth every penny to be able to move about freely.

My beloved is shaking his head and chuckling silently, no doubt recalling recent history and my reluctance to use any mobility assistance of any kind, except for my cane.

Everyone we’ve met here has been welcoming and eager to assist. We’ve been taking our time, getting to know the layout of the hotel, and getting to know the area of Rosemont just a little. We’ve been decompressing, and that is always a blessing.

On Monday we took a brief drive around, and found a Target Store and an IHOP. Tuesday was a quiet day for the both of us. My beloved had planned to tour some of the area museums, but found the muscle he’d pulled in his back just a couple of days before our vacation began kept him instead here at the hotel.

He never really minds this, though. He brought a few books with him, and is already planning what books he intends to buy at the upcoming book fairs. This convention features two such events—an e-book and graphic fair this Thursday, and a giant book fair on Saturday.

I was also blessed to spend the morning on Tuesday with New York Times Bestselling author Kelley Armstrong. Tuesday was release day for Kelley’s new book, The Calling. She’s not only an exceptionally talented author, she’s a very nice person, too. I feel blessed to call her friend.

Today, Wednesday, is the day the convention begins in earnest. The writers are here, the registration area is about to open, and the next few days of madness are about to unfold.

I’ll be very busy, of course, but I never mind that. I’m sure there’ll be time to squeeze in at least one dinner with friends.

Like many who come to RT annually, it’s my one chance in the year to touch base with my friends and grab a little renewal for myself.

Love,
Morgan
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