Today is Day 2 of my blog tour and I have Amber Kell visiting me. Very exciting! Be sure to comment on her post for a chance to win a prize, visit her blog for more info on her work, and share with your friends. Be sure to remember to buy her books too! You’ll love them.
It always makes me shake my head when people ask me why I write m/m romance. I mean when I write m/f no one asks me why I want to write that? I have to confess it isn’t only the thought of two sexy hunks going at it that appeals to me. It is the conflicts between strong characters struggling to find a common
ground. As in any relationship it is a matter of give and take. In my book Blood Signs, on the surface Sasha is the more powerful character but it is only Randall, his submissive human who can bring him to his knees. Who has the power in that relationship? Is it the man who orders and bends others to his will or the one who gives a little and gets everything he wants anyway. In most relationships whether m/f or
m/m there is a certain amount of power shifting back and forth, but it is finding the common ground that makes each story unique. In this October’s releases I have both a m/m and my first m/f book.
Leave a comment about why you love romance and you’ll have entered to win a chance to win either book. I’ll pick a winner on Friday!
In Samhain’s Kiss I continue the story started in Blood Signs.
Blurb: Randall has a bad feeling about the upcoming Samhain festivities. A gut-wrenching foreboding that something is going to go wrong. When he’s taken over by the spirit of a dead fae king, he learns this is just the beginning of his problems.
Now with the ability to access powerful abilities, Randall finds it difficult to submit to his vampire lover. Because while Randall the medical student defers to his mate, the fae king attempting to take over his body will bow to no one.
He made sure Sasha saw his pout before he crammed his body into the tight leather pantsand slid the zipper up with special care. The unforgiving fit didn’t allow space for underwear.
Looking up, he caught Sasha licking his lips. “Forget about it,” he warned. “I’m not getting out of these pants until after the ceremony, and even then it might take a shoe horn and two of your strongest guards.”
Sasha laughed. The vampire smiled more these days, especially after Randy had permanently moved in with him. Even with Sasha’s brother, Ustin,still on the loose, the vampire relaxed more now than when Randy first met him. Sasha claimed it was because he’d found his mate. Smooth talker.
The ruby flashed on Randy’s finger as he slipped on his shirt and fiddled with the buttons. He paused to admire the ring. He’d tried to return itseveral times after finding out it had belonged to Sasha’s father. However, his lover only took it back long enough to have it resized before sliding it back onto Randy’s finger.
He’d given up. He realized he couldn’t out-stubborn a vampire. They have all the time in the world to argue. He yanked on his favorite boots. They were comfortable and turned Sasha on whenever he wore them. Something about giving him a badass edge.
“Come, pet, let’s show everyone how beautiful you are.”
Randy rolled his eyes as he followed his mate out of their rooms.Yeah, he was the beautiful one. He shook his head at Sasha’s blindness.
“I can hear your thoughts, my sun. Didn’t I tell you how beautiful you were?”
“Yep. I’m a beauty.”
He resisted the urge to laugh. As long as Sasha found him attractive, that was the important thing.
My m/f book Colour Me Undead
Colour Me Undead
When Cora’s cousin asks her to plan a wedding for the undead she doesn’t expect to fall in love with the vampire king.
Cora was going to kill her cousin. It wasn’t a big problem—few people would miss her, and as one of the undead, odds were good she would rise again. Still grumbling to herself, Cora pulled up in front of the spooky castle. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ignore the chills dancing up and down her spine and the goose bumps popping up across her flesh.
She couldn’t believe she let herself be talked into this, organising a wedding for an undead bride and groom. If she thought suicide would get her out of this she would willingly jump off a bridge. Unfortunately, her aunt—the voodoo queen—would then calmly bring her back to life and hand over her wedding planner.
Some days she hated her family. Today looked to be one of those days.
Sitting in her car, she stared at the forbidding castle. Gloomy grey brick—check. Gargoyles grinning down in a macabre manner—check. Lightning storm beginning…
Yep, it was like she was on a movie set. She could hear the director now. “Take one of ‘Scare the Crap out of Cora’.”
Shaking her head at her silliness, Cora snagged her pink laptop case and opened the door of her lemon yellow Volkswagen Beetle. She climbed out and slammed the door behind her. If she didn’t use enough force the door didn’t always close completely. It was an old car and even with a full restoration it still had its quirks. The sound echoed in the unnaturally quiet courtyard, rattling her already shaky nerves.
Cora didn’t know why she was so nervous. No one would harm her. Her cousin was marrying the second-in-line for the vampire throne. If anyone touched Cora, Melinda would rip off their head and show it to them. Still, that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t try something. She almost wished she’d taken the stake that her assistant, Becka, offered earlier. The perky blonde had popped into Cora’s office minutes before she had to leave and plunked down a suitcase full of anti-vampire paraphernalia. Her friend meant well and right about now Cora was yearning for those night vision goggles, but she didn’t think it showed good faith to come to a meeting equipped to kill your customer…even if they were family. Not that she planned on becoming known as the undead wedding planner, but money was money and the amount of cash her cousin promised her would more than finish paying off her mortgage.
“Are you going to stand here all night or do you plan on coming in?”