Friday, July 31, 2015

A Sneak Peek at Book 3...

I thought I'd share this new scene as a gift to those die-hard Tori and Ryn fans. Please keep in mind that it's raw and unedited!

SPOILER ALERT!!! If you haven't read Faetal Distraction, I suggest you skip this post, hop on over to Amazon, B&N or Kobo and get reading!

excerpt from Faetal Surrender
available soon!

“Viva La Love Wedding Chapel,” Jaroz read from the menu board. “Really?”
“It’s Vegas, man,” Dre said with a smile. The two men joined the others on the front pew.
A really bad Elvis impersonator ignored the men as he continued to argue his point. “I’m not trying to be difficult, but without proper identification, I can’t issue a license.” He adjusted his wig and pushed his sunglasses up his nose. “Without a license, you aren’t legally married.”
Lea touched the man’s arm as she spoke, trying to persuade him to see things their way. “Papers don’t matter to us,” she said soothingly. “It’s only the words that count.”
Fake Elvis shook his head, obviously perplexed. “I don’t understand.”
“Look,” Tori cut in, completely out of patience. “We don’t give a shit about legal, okay, sparky? We need to do this in front of a King.” She looked the man over, shaking her head at what they were willing to stoop to. “You’re going to have to do.”
Ryn chimed in, thrusting a fist full of bills in the impersonator’s direction. “We don’t have documents, but we have a lot of cash.”
Fake Elvis wasted no time relieving Ryn of the money. As he shoved the cash in his waistband, he barked at the elderly lady seated at the organ, “Hit it, Martha.”
Martha began playing the traditional wedding march. The longer the song went on, the more Tori’s eye twitched. “Can she play something else?” Tori asked the impersonator.
“Do you have a request?” the man replied.
Before she could answer, Dre called out, “How about some Jay-Z?”
“Noooo,” Vivie said, shaking her head adamantly. “You know any Spice Girls?”
“Spice Girls, Ilyah?” Jaroz said, shaking his head. “Really?”
“What?” Vivie answered him. “Got something against girl power?”
Tori rolled her eyes and counted to ten, reminding herself that she loved these people and wanted them to share in this special occasion.
A very confused Martha stared out at nothing for a few moments, then launched back into the wedding march. Tori sighed audibly.
As Tori fished through her pockets for the speech that was to be used, Caiden and Jaroz got up and wandered up to the altar. Completely oblivious to the fact that there was a wedding going on, they examined the floor and mumbled to themselves.
“What,” Tori all but growled, “are you doing?”
Caiden didn’t look up, answering absently, “Trying to figure out where to stab the daggers.”
“Yeah,” Jaroz agreed, “the floor is concrete.”
Fake Elvis looked horrified. “You aren’t stabbing anything! You can’t have weapons in here.” He turned to Tori, and she was pretty sure he was wondering if taking their cash had been a good idea. As if he’d read her mind, Ryn pulled out another wad of bills and handed it over to the man.
“There will be no stabbing,” Tori barked. “Save it for after.”
Caiden and Jaroz sat back down, grumbling their disappointment.
Ignoring everyone but Fake Elvis, Tori handed the man a paper containing the precious words that would forever tie her to Ryn. Of course, they were already bound for eternity, but something about saying it out loud seemed very real and permanent to Tori. It simultaneously thrilled her and freaked her the fuck out.
The not-quite king looked over the paper, his fat little nose all scrunched up as he tried to figure out how what he was reading.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “but what are your names? And what is this, Dandyfern?
Tori resisted the urge to smack herself in the forehead, reminding herself once more that she wanted this wedding. “Dun-dah-foon,” she pronounced slowly.
The music stopped and Martha asked, “Are you foreigners?”
Jaroz fell into a fit of laughter, eventually taking Caiden and Dre with him.
“Something like that,” Ryn answered. “Just do your best with the words.” He twirled his hand in a plea to get on with things.
Fake Elvis cleared his throat and began to read. “I am the King, my word is law. These children of… Da-new?” Tori nodded at the man. He cleared his throat again. “These children of Da-new, Tow-ree-saw of Dan-dee-foon and Ex-an-der-run of Owl-ber-ron…”
Ryn interrupted, saying, “It’s Zan-der-ryn, with a z. Like xylophone.”
“I used to play the xylophone in school,” Martha said wistfully.
“Did you?” Lea asked, engaging the woman further. Tori stared daggers at her sister, who ignored Tori completely.
“Oh yes,” Martha continued, lost in some memory. “I was quite good.”
Tori continued to stare as Martha and Lea got better acquainted- in the middle of her wedding- until Dain spoke behind her.
“Why don’t you go by Xan?” he asked Ryn.
Ryn shrugged. “Don’t know, brother. I’ve always just gone by Ryn.”
“Xan the man,” Dain said with a chuckle. “That’s catchy.”
As Ryn and Dain discussed nicknames and Lea and Martha discussed band practice, Tori squeezed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. She considered beating them all to death with her bouquet.
When Dre, Mae, and Abel began a conversation on where to go and eat after the ceremony- the ceremony that was still going on- Tori could take no more.
“Pipe the fuck down!” she screamed, silencing the entire room. Turning to Fake Elvis, she smiled sheepishly in apology and said, “Forget the titles. Tori and Ryn. Tori and Ryn will do fine.”
Before the ceremony could start again, the entire chapel swayed. Ryn was instantly at Tori’s side, a big hand on her back to steady her. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the chapel that had swayed at all. Maybe she was still feeling the effects of magickal kick-back.
“Baby,” Ryn said, concern thick in his voice. “I thought you were all better.”
Fake Elvis was suddenly concerned too. “Is she sick? I’m prone to bacterial infections.”
Mae snorted. “You’re The King,” she said. “I thought you were prone to painkillers and peanut butter and banana sandwiches.”
The entire room broke out in laughter… all except Tori and Elvis. While Elvis looked a little sick to his stomach, Tori looked around for someone to kick.
“Can we just move things along?” she asked, hoping the lethal look on her face conveyed just how over this whole thing she was.
Fake Elvis cleared his throat and started over. “I am the King, my word is law. These children of Da-new, Tori and Ryn, stand before me in petition of marriage. In accordance with my authority as King, and as the bridge between flesh and Seed…”
Tori raised her eyebrow, daring the impersonator to ask what the Seed was. To his credit, the man went back to reading.
“I hereby grant their wish, and bind them as one.”
“Wait!” Tori cried, then took off toward the chapel door.
“I knew it,” Ryn said, stomping his foot. “I knew you wouldn’t go through with it.”
Ignoring him, Tori kept going right out the door, retrieving a box from the car. As she entered the chapel again, she scowled at Ryn.
“No, Captain Asshat, I have something for you.” Tori dropped the box on the front pew, digging out her gift… not that Ryn deserved it after his little tantrum.
Tori turned and handed Ryn the captain’s hat she’d stolen from him long ago. It was still in pristine condition, as she’d kept it locked away safely for over 200 years.
Ryn’s eyes widened as he gingerly took the hat from Tori. He held it for several moments, staring at it as tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
Oh, hell no. “Don’t do it, Ryn,” she warned.
“Do what?” he asked, genuinely confused. The tears shimmered in his eyes as he stared at her, all of his emotions on his sleeve.
Tori poked a finger at his chest. “Do not ruin our wedding with your feelings.”
As the chuckles echoed around them, Ryn blinked at her several times, then broke into a smile. “Continue,” he instructed the impersonator.
Fake Elvis inclined his head and went on, “Please repeat after me.”
“Who?” Vivie interrupted. “Tori or Ryn?”
“Excuse me?” Elvis said, looking confused.
“Who is supposed to repeat after you?” Vivie said loudly, as if the man were hard of hearing.
“Ahh…” Elvis searched his notes frantically. “It doesn’t say, really.”
Tori waived her bouquet in the air around her, scattering petals as she yelled, “We both repeat!” She took a deep breath and held it until she was satisfied that she wouldn’t throttle anyone. “Please,” she pleaded, “just get a move on.”
Elvis tried to smile, but looked more like he was about to run from the room. After clearing his throat yet again, he continued. “Okay, repeat after me. Oh, and please grasp hands and look into each other’s eyes.”
Ryn slapped the captain’s hat on his head, bringing a genuine smile to Tori’s lips. “You look ridiculous,” she teased.
He grinned at her. “And you look absolutely edible.”
Fake Elvis choked on a gasp. After a moment of silence, he seemed to find his composure, taking charge with a vigor Tori didn’t know he possessed.
“Alright, people. Let’s get serious. Grasp hands and repeat the words.”
Ryn took Tori’s hands in his own as they locked gazes.
“You are blood of my blood and bone of my bone,” Elvis read solemnly.
Tori and Ryn spoke in unison as they repeated the words.
“I give you my body, that we two might be one.”
As they spoke as one, Tori ignored the tingle in the corners of her eyes, refusing to cry in front of a crowd.
“As the sun follows it’s course, may you follow me.”
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Martha said softly.
Tori and Ryn once again echoed the vows.
“I give you my spirit, ‘til our life shall be done.”
As they spoke the final words, Tori noticed the sniffles behind her. She swore to the gods that if her sisters were crying, she’d string them up from the chapel rafters.
“Now it says here,” Elvis said, looking over his paper, “that you’d each like to say a little something to the other.”
Dre snorted. “Oh, this should be good.”
Tori turned and glared at the man, willing him to stop laughing. The bastard just winked at her.
Ryn let go of Tori’s hands, pulling the hat from his head and holding it to his chest. Tori wanted to laugh, but managed to keep a straight face.
“I’m not big on speeches,” Ryn said, his voice cracking just a little. “As I’ve said before, you didn’t just steal my ship, you stole my heart. Do with it what you will, but I hope that you keep it always.”
There was a round of oohs and ahhs behind them.
“Very nice, Smokey,” Tori said, smiling. After a beat, she sighed. “You are my anam-cara, Ryn. What else is there to say? Except thank the gods I didn’t lose my soul.” Ignoring the laughter at her back, she kept talking. “Oh, and thank you for the super-cool powers.”
Fake Elvis raised his brows at that, obviously writing off Tori as unstable in his head. He looked like he wanted to do a little probing, but instead he said, “Is that it, then?”
Tori nodded, keeping her eyes on Ryn.
“Okay,” Elvis said, a little too brightly, “then let’s move on. Tori and Ryn, do you vow, in front of these witnesses and the Seed itself, to share in each other’s pain and seek to alleviate it?”
Tori and Ryn answered in unison, “Yes.”
“To share in burdens and dreams, so that you each may grow in spirit?”
“Yes,” they confirmed again.
“To take the heat of anger and use it to temper the strength of this union?”
“Yes,” they answered. Tori was worried that her own emotions were going to come spilling out of her eyes at any moment.
“And to honor each other as equals, standing side by side as long as you both have breath?”
Fake Elvis smiled brightly. “Then seal your bond with a kiss, and let all of creation bear witness.”
Ryn slapped the captain’s hat back on his head, took Tori in his arms, and bent her over backwards. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips connected. The kiss set Tori on fire instantly, and she had to remind herself that they were in public, where getting naked would be frowned upon.
The chapel shook with applause as Ryn righted Tori.
Elvis looked at his notes again. “Commit yourselves to each other in blood… Wait a minute. Blood? That sounds very barbaric.”
“Don’t worry,” Ryn assured the man as he pulled a knife from his pocket. “It’s just a little bit.”
Elvis watched in horror as Ryn sliced open his palm, then repeated the action with Tori. The two grasped hands, bloody palms together, and waited.
When nothing happened, Tori sighed heavily again and barked at Fake Elvis, “Finish this!”
The man jumped and studied his notes again, clearing his throat a few times. Finally, he looked up and said, “A thousand welcomes to you in your union. May you be healthy all your days. May you be blessed with long life and peace. May you grow old with goodness and with riches. You are now one. So shall it is declared, so shall it be done.”
The entire room exploded into chaos as everyone cheered and gathered around the couple to congratulate them. Despite the activity around her, all Tori could see was the extremely pleased face of her husband.
Several minutes later, Tori and Ryn waited patiently on the lawn while the wedding party thrust their knives into the ground in honor of the newlyweds. Despite her wanting to get the hell on with her day, Tori stopped and waited once more as her sisters threw rose petals all over her and Ryn.
In a fit of giggles, Mae mumbled something incoherent. Tori had no idea what her sister had said, but she knew it was smart-ass, and warranted an ass-kicking.
Totally fed up, Tori threw her bouquet at Mae, hitting her sister in the face. Mae screeched and lunged at Tori. Lea’s futile attempt to break up the fight ended up making her a participant, and all three sisters rolled around the chapel lawn throwing punches and slinging curses at each other.
From the sidelines, Jaroz shook his head, saying, “This is the best wedding I’ve ever attended.”
Dre managed to mumble his agreement through his laughter.
Vivie nodded her head. “Right?” She bounced on her heels and clapped as she called out to the girls, “Hit her! Wait! Not in the face…”
Tori would have kicked all of their asses too, if she wasn’t already occupied. After a couple of minutes, the girls lost their momentum, laying on the lawn panting as they continued to glare at each other.

As Tori panted and tried not to pass out, she heard Caiden mumble to himself, “I am never getting married.”

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

NEW COVER!!! Book 1 gets a face-lift!

Book 1 has had a face-lift! After another round of edits, a new jacket blurb and a brand new cover, I am pleased to re-release this baby into the world! If you've already purchased the ebook, you'll be able to download the current copy for free.

Ladies and (a couple) gentlemen.... I give you the new and improved Faetal Distraction:

A Fae Warrior
For 2500 years, Tori has been a soldier in practically every battle ever fought. She's conquered kingdoms, destroyed armies, and even gone head to head with the gods. Now the stuff of legends, Tori is a highly sought after mercenary. 

A Broken Kingdom
Tori is also an illegitimate heir to a missing crown. As a halfling, she's unable to inherit a kingdom divided and eternally on the brink of war. But things are not always as they seem, and fate is keeping an eye on Tori and her triplet sisters...

A Karmic Storm
After a thousand years of dissent and unrest, the Fae have triggered a Reckoning. Wrongs must be righted, mistakes must be corrected, and the past must be confronted at every turn. When Tori is hired to transport a sleeping human across the mortal realm, the Reckoning brings her face to face with her past in the form of her new partner, Ryn.

A Deadly Distraction
Ryn is not only her soul mate, he's the man she drugged, duped and ditched over 200 years ago... and has been running from ever since. Unfortunately, he's just as irresistible as ever. When her easy mission becomes a nightmare, Tori has to rely on her instincts and experience to survive. The one thing she needs is focus, and Ryn is nothing but distraction...

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Book 3 Begins... the Prologue

Here is the Prologue for Faetal Surrender. Keep in mind it's raw and unedited!


The crowd was surprisingly quiet for being so large. Of all the auctions they’d attended, the ones on Glausse always drew the biggest crowds. Of course, they were in the city of Decadence, where the selling of slaves had become a national pastime.
Dain kept himself perfectly still, swallowing the bitterness and hate as drunken citizens ogled him as if he were a prized heifer. The girl to his left, who couldn’t be two decades old yet, cried silently as she was inspected and assessed over and over again. He tried to send her what strength he had left, willing her to calm down before she made things so much worse for herself.
This wasn’t Dain’s first auction, wasn’t even his hundredth. Over the last six hundred years, he’d become well versed in the buying and selling of flesh, as well as the many ways to take advantage of such situations. His captors would never actually sell him- he was much more valuable to them than any amount of coins- but they managed to make a fortune pretending to sell him at every opportunity, slipping out with their prize before the transfer could be made.
Between auctions, well… Dain didn’t like to think about that. The long and humiliating hours spent in Mistress Regina’s bedchamber were shoved to the back of his mind each morning, as if they never happened. Of course, it all returned to him in dreams, but there was nothing he could do about that.
A group of spectators to his right caught his eye. Two large, blond men escorted a tall, caramel skinned woman into the showroom. She was stunningly beautiful, though she didn’t spark any kind of physical reaction from Dain. That didn’t surprise him, though… after the horrors he’d been party to, he was sure that his libido had shut down permanently.
The three spoke quietly among themselves, but the woman’s eyes returned to him again and again. Poor woman, he thought to himself. She had no idea that she was about to be swindled for a small fortune. If her bid won out, Dain would be long gone before she realized something was amiss.
He wondered if his captors would present him as an ordinary house slave this time, or if they’d demonstrate his powers in order to raise his worth. He hated that most of all, and wished he could somehow harness his own energies and aim them at his captors in his few moments of freedom. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was even capable of, let alone how to use it. He was as helpless without the restrictive arm bands on as he was with them. Helpless. That word easily summed up his entire existence.
The woman ventured near the auction block, casually looking over the other offerings before stopping right in front of Dain. Her eyes were a vibrant orchid, mesmerizing and strangely familiar. He knew he’d never seen her before, but something deep inside of him reacted to her presence, as if she were an old friend come back to him after an extended absence. Strange. The longer she stared at him, the more he wanted to throw himself into her arms and weep.
He mentally shook himself, banishing the foreign sentiment and steeling himself for what was to come.
The gavel cracked against the wooden block, echoing loudly throughout the showroom and silencing the crowd. Dain took a deep breath and waited.
“Citizens of Glausse,” a loud voice carried across the throng, “welcome to the fair city of Decadence. A city well named, for our offerings can be considered no less than decadent. Today’s bidding begins with the lower ranks, but take heart… we have quite a treat for you this morning.”
With those words, Dain knew his role in today’s events. His power would be demonstrated, driving the bids for his ownership through the roof. What would they have him do this time? Dissolve the walls, call the rains, paralyze the entire crowd? After all of these centuries, he still had no idea as to the full extent of his power. The demonstrations so far had been minimal- enough magick to draw interest, but nothing so extravagant as to cause fear- but he knew that he could do so much more.
He’d been used as a weapon more than once… for the right price, of course.
All throughout the initial sales, the woman watched him with keen interest. Her eyes reminded Dain of his own, though hers were more pink than the deep violet of his. He wondered briefly if they were from the same tribe. As she studied the symbols etched on his bare scalp- proclamations of his magickal capabilities- he knew she would bid on him. Dain was overwhelmed with the urge to warn her not to waste her time and money. For just a moment, he allowed himself to imagine her taking him with her… but that was only foolish fantasy, so he dismissed the thought immediately.
A hard shove at his back brought him out of his reverie and into the present moment. It was his turn to stand at the center of attention, and it was his turn to show them what he was made of. Once again, he fantasied about turning the power on his captors and ending his imprisonment once and for all. He’d kill them all… he’d have to… the only way to escape the Fury was by death- his or theirs.
Dain closed his eyes as Gregor- his current owner and wielder of his powers- stood behind him to release the arm bands that kept his magick locked down. As his arms were freed, he felt the power thrum through him. Gods, he would give anything to be able to harness that power, control it and aim it at will. Instead, he stayed still, knowing that if he even attempted to use it, he’d be killed or worse… most likely worse.
Gregor’s voice held the crowd captive, the melodic cadence pulling them in, revving up their anticipation levels. “What we have here is no ordinary slave. This one holds magick beyond your wildest imagination.”
With a large hand locked on each of Dain’s wrists, Gregor aimed Dain’s hands out toward the crowd. The entire room gasped collectively and took a step back.
“Behold the power of sorcery!” Gregor cried out, then leaned forward, speaking where only Dain could hear him. “Make the walls quiver, slave.”
On that order, Dain focused on the walls, seeing them shake and shimmy in his mind. The crowd grew more and more restless as their surroundings grew less solid. The walls rippled all around, soliciting more gasps and cries from the onlookers. Gregor raised Dain’s hands toward the ceiling, instructing him to summon the heavenly rains from the stone tiles above them.
As the water began to fall on and around them, the crowd grew silent, completely caught up in the display before them. “How much,” Gregor called out, “is a wizard worth to you?”
The auctioneer stepped forward to open the bidding and control the frenzied masses. Dain watched with heightened interest as the mysterious woman matched every bid, and was eventually named as Dain’s new owner. He sighed, knowing that he would not be going with her, regardless of what the woman thought she’d accomplished there today.
As the auctioneer barked instructions and payment options, Dain scanned the thinning crowd for his mysterious owner. Her head was cocked to the side as she listened to whatever one of her bodyguards was whispering in her ear, but her eyes remained on Dain the entire time. He was overcome with the urge to stop her from giving over her coins, to shout as loud as he could that she was about to be taken for a small fortune. By the looks of her, the loss probably wouldn’t affect her much, but for some reason Dain couldn’t begin to understand, he wanted to save her from the outrage and humiliation that she was bound to experience.
He stared at the stranger, trying with all his might to warn her with his eyes, until large hands on his arms turned him and ushered him off the auction block and toward the holding cells at the back of the building. Moments from now, he’d be on his way to the next realm, but Dain had a feeling that it would be a long time before he forgot about those strangely familiar eyes…
Once out of the public eye, he was covered in a nondescript cloak, the hood hiding his face completely. With a guard at each arm, Dain was hurried toward the rear entrance. He was jerked to a halt as loud, angry voices rose above the noise around him. Something was going on behind him, but he couldn’t make any sense of the shrieks and curses that seemed to suddenly come from everywhere all at once.
As the chaos increased in volume, Dain was once again seized by the arms and shoved forward. He tried to keep up with his captors, but they were in even more of a hurry to escape than before, making him wish he could see what was going on behind him. A change in light beneath his hood told him they were outside now, but instead of turning right toward the portal they’d come through earlier, Dain was shoved to the left, which he knew would lead them right into the middle of a crowded avenue. How would they possibly escape if they were surrounded by curious onlookers?
The gasps and murmurs surrounded him as they pressed onward through the crowd, heading to… where? This had never happened before, and Dain was beyond curious now. What had happened back at the auction to put them on the run like this?
Finally they stopped, but instead of the hood being removed from his head, incredibly strong arms snaked around his waist and he was hoisted into the air and over a very muscled shoulder. Panic began to set in, as it was becoming clear that something had gone terribly wrong. Suddenly the air condensed around Dain, a sure sign that they had entered the void. The silence was all consuming before light and noise exploded around him once again.
The voices were unfamiliar, and as Dain concentrated on deciphering the words spoken in a language he’d never heard, he was all but dropped to the ground as the hood was ripped from his head. Light temporarily blinded him, causing him to squeeze his eyes tight for protection. After a moment, he opened them, blinking rapidly at the sight before him.
The woman from the auction stood facing him, her bodyguards on either side, and they were all smiling broadly at him. He stared back in confusion until one of the bodyguards stepped forward, circling behind Dain as he spoke.
“I’m going to untie your wrists.”
Once his arms were free, Dain rubbed his wrists as he studied the familiar stranger. She met his stare, and he felt that she was looking straight into his very soul. After what seemed an eternity, he found his courage along with his voice.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
The corners of her mouth curved up in just the faintest hint of a smile as she answered, “Ah, Dain. I knew you would not remember. Too many years have passed us by, and you were very young when last we saw one another.”
Resisting the urge to reach out and shake the truth out of the woman, Dain stood stone still, silently willing her to continue.

Her lips curved higher, displaying her obvious elation. She raised her long, slender arms as her hands opened toward him. With a step in his direction, she wrapped those arms around Dain, pulling him close as she hugged him against her. The emotion she was feeling was evident in her voice as she managed to choke out, “I’m your sister, and I’ve finally found you.”