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Friday, 16 October 2015

#NewRelease! Disquieted Souls by Deena Remiel a new #BlackHillsWolves Novel from @DecadentPub



Willow Bissett, a fashion photographer, has had enough of the career that’s blackened her soul, and wants out. Her passion lies in taking pictures of nature, and she’s determined to make a living from doing it. When she stumbles upon a gruesome scene in the Black Hills Forest, her life is forever changed.

Greyson shouldn't be alive. As the runt of the litter, his mother left him to die in the wilderness. Picked up by Drew, son of the Alpha, he is adopted into the Tao Pack. Rather than living a charmed life, he lives his days alone, tormented by his abandonment and his unique appearance. His soul yearns for acceptance, peace, and closure.

Willow could be the answer to Greyson’s prayers, or the very death of him.


“Are you a fugitive from the law?”

He bared a perfect set of pearly white teeth any mother would be proud of and chuckled. “No. And I’ve never been arrested, either. You can relax.”

“So,” she pressed on, breathing easier once again, “you have a thing against the medical profession?”

He turned his face toward her, and she could now confirm his eyes, one rich amber with golden flecks, the other the deepest blue, were as beguiling as she’d figured. “You could say I’m a fast healer. I’ll be fine in a couple of days…Willow.”

When he spoke her name, it was as though he’d spread a coat of silky chocolate over her entire body and licked every ounce of it off with his tongue. Her palms tingled, her face flushed, and she shifted in her seat to ease the growing ache down low.

“Fast is one thing, but you’d need to be supernatural to bounce back from these wounds in a couple of days. Insert foot in mouth, Will.” She groaned and dropped her head into her hands.

“What do you mean?” His voice returned to a shaky whisper, but she heard him just fine.

She shrugged off her embarrassment and peered up at him. Enough dancing around the issue. She needed answers now that he was conscious and looking all delicious despite his injuries. So, she ignored his question and asked the first of many of her own. “Who are you?”

“My name is Greyson. Thanks for fixing me up. I’m sure you did an awesome job.”

“You’re welcome. I’m no doctor, but I make a damn good triage nurse in the wilderness when I need to. Back to you, Greyson. What the hell are you? And what actually happened out there? I can only guess, but I want the whole story. From the beginning. I don’t think it’s too much to ask…considering.”

“What if it is?”

“What if it is what?”

“Too much to ask.”

Monday, 12 October 2015

The muse is skittish in this one

Monday morning again! Weekends are too short and I feel for all those of you who will have to drag themselves to EDJ's today. I have lots of chores this week so I think it's time to get a proper schedule in place because the days are passing and I'm not really achieving as much as I would like.

No-one to blame for this except for me and my skittish muse. For the first time my thoughts just can't seem to settle on one story. I'm struggling with my focus and in trying to corral myself into one story or the other, I'm actually not getting very far with either of them.

So I've decided that it's time to write whichever one is at the forefront of my mind and when the other one starts to clamour for attention I will switch over. Not sure how it's going to work out but forward momentum is better than inertia.

Wish me luck because I need some words this week and I would really like to get some consistency in my word count as lurching from 500 to 4500 to nothing for a couple of days is starting to stress me out.

Even if I can't discipline the muse, I can discipline myself so I'm committing here and now to 2000 a day every day between now and Friday. Not a huge target to some but by setting an achievable target for myself then I am more likely to succeed.

On that note - we are approaching NaNoWriMo and if you have never tried it before I would recommend it as a way of training yourself to write regularly. The more often I write, the easier it is to maintain. A word of warning though - if you become de-motivated by missing targets then it might not be for you.

The graph on your dashboard is based on achieving 50,000 in 30 days. If you know in your heart that is too much for you then maybe set your own level and create a spreadsheet to track your own achievements. I know more than one person who has become disillusioned if they miss there target as it doesn't take long for it to stretch away from you. 300 words a day would give you 9000 at the end of the month that's either a great short story or a strong foundation for something longer.

Set yourself up to succeed not fail.

It's also the time of year when there is a lot of advice floating around. There is no right or wrong way to write. Some are early risers, some are night owls. Some are slow and steady builders others are gripped by the madness of the muse and the words pour forth. Most of us are a bit of all of these things - whichever you are it's the right way to be - for you.

It's your process. 

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Cover Reveal! - A Mate's Healing Touch by Merryn Dexter #BlackHillsWolves

I am absolutely delighted to be able to share with you the beautiful cover for my début novel A Mate's Healing Touch which will be part of the fabulous Black Hills Wolves series from Decadent Publishing

And here it is!

With fingers crossed, a fair wind and sacrificial offerings of Oreo cookies to the Editing Goddesses, Caleb and Hannah’s story will be available for your reading pleasure in December 2015.

I must give a shout-out to Fiona Jayde who is responsible for all of the amazing covers in this series (mine are the best, btw!)


She has a secret the wrong people know
Hannah Fuentes has graduated Magna Cum Laude from the School of Hard Knocks. Beaten, pregnant and betrayed at seventeen, she has slowly built a life for herself in the small town of Hennessey, South Dakota. 

He faces a future he doesn't really want
Caleb Burrows is leaving town. His parents long to return to Los Lobos and pack life, lured by the promise of change under the new Alpha, Drew Tao. The most vivid memories that Caleb and his twin siblings  have of pack life are ones of betrayal, pain and horror. They do not remember a time when the pack was at peace.

A chance encounter
Caleb has one final job to complete for the family construction business – the refurbishment of the local diner in Hennessey. He gets more than he bargained for. One look, one scent tells him that Hannah, the diner's 'pocket rocket' waitress, is his mate. Caleb is determined that nothing will stop him from claiming Hannah as his own.

The first touch
An explosive encounter lays bare the secrets they have both fought so hard to keep hidden. Caleb must prove he can protect Hannah from the past and offer her a secure future.  She must decide whether she is willing to give up the safe life she has worked so hard for. Her burgeoning relationship with Caleb shows there are untold wonders to be explored when she puts herself in the hands of a man who understands her true worth.

The past will test them
When Hannah’s past rears its ugly head, they must face it side by side. Only united can they save what is most precious to them. Together they will learn that family comes in many guises and there is nothing they won’t sacrifice when one of their own is threatened.


“Whatever you are thinking, son. She’s not for you.” Although low, his tone was determined and forceful.

“I’m not thinking anyth….” The lie fell away as the words soured on his tongue. A change tack was in order and he folded his arms across his thick chest. Body language displays were as effective on humans sometimes. “Why wouldn’t she be for me? I don’t see a ring; is there a husband, boyfriend?” When Will shook his head sharply, a flash of anger surged and he didn’t fight it.

“You think I’m not good enough for your girl, is that it? That I’m some working stiff, only good with his hands. I run the business with my father and my brother. I have prospects, money, a good future any woman would be pleased to share with me.” Snapping his mouth shut abruptly, he cut of the embarrassing need to sell his worth to this man. What the hell is wrong with me? That raspberry-and-pepper scent overwhelmed him suddenly as she crossed toward the counter. Hannah. He rolled her name around in his head. It suited her.

“No I don’t think you’re good enough for her, but that’s not the goddamn point,” Will snapped before he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Look, Caleb, I’m sure you are a fine young man and your daddy has a real good reputation with his business but that girl has been hurt enough to last a lifetime so I don’t want you messing with her because she’s caught your fancy.”

He stepped back as Will moved in front of him and stepped toward the counter. His hackles rose at the invasion of his space and the clear challenge in the move before he clamped down hard on his instincts. A man had every right to defend his daughter from a relative stranger. The Wolf snarled and snapped in his head and Caleb gave it a mental swat on the nose. He was the boss, not the Wolf. The look of sweet affection she bestowed on Will had him longing for her to turn his way.

When she met his gaze however, only trepidation lit her gaze. Unable to tear his eyes away, he was rewarded with a brief flare as her pupil expanded. She feels it, too. Regardless of what Will said, this woman is most definitely mine. 

Now to figure out how to get them both on the same page or better still, in the same bed.

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Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Cover Reveal! A Wolf's Contract by T.L. Reeve - #BlackHillsWolves @DecadentPub


A Contract gone wrong.

Kru Hawthorne left home years ago. Unable to watch the abuse his sister suffered at the hands of Magnum and his crones, Kru hit the road. Chased by the demons of his past, he drifts for years before making a home in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas, Nevada.

Gabby Salvador, sister to Craven Salvador, President of the Vipers Motorcycle club, watched her brother take his last breath. When the devastatingly handsome Kru arrives moments later, she knows something isn't right. Sticking to the shadows, she follows him to Rapid City, South Dakota, and finds something she never expected.

One text that changes everything.

Kru and Gabby's lives collide through a text and an attempt on Gabby's life. Together they'll have to figure out who put the hit on Craven and why they want Gabby as well. But, with the full moon, Gabby will be faced with an even bigger decision. Trust the man who isn't what he claims to be and take the protection he offers, or hit the road and pray she's never found.

Monday, 5 October 2015

A day in the life of a writer

Lots of people want to know the secret to being a writer. Lots of people say "I'd love to be a writer, but..." There is a myth and a mystique around writing but as someone who is fairly new to this game let me share something with you - it's just like any other job only you don't have to get dressed or leave the house.

I'm starting a new project. I've written the outline and I pretty much have the path from A to B mapped out. It takes me a while to break into a story, takes a while for the characters to share themselves with me so the first few days are hard. I fiddle around with a first chapter, I tinker and type and try to get inside the lead characters heads. Some days it works, today it doesn't.

When I worked in an office I had days like this. Days when I really couldn't get motivated, days when I would do anything other than the thing I was supposed to be doing and that's why I say writing is just like any other job. And just like any other job, if I don't work then I won't get paid which is why I am sitting at my desk grinding just a few more words out. Just another couple of sentences, maybe even a paragraph.

Even if these words don't end up in the final draft they will be worth it because I have a thousand and twenty seven words to build from. I have a thousand and twenty seven words to edit, to tinker around with while I wait for the story to gain some momentum.

It's not been a great day so far, but I'll take it. The cupboards and the fridge are stocked for the week, the washing machine is churning away, I've sent the emails I needed to. I've finished the book I was reading, I've had a soak in the bath. I've also dropped my phone and fallen off my chair while trying to pick it up off the floor so now I have a bruise on my butt. Shit happens.

Not a great day, not the worst day but I still have a thousand and twenty seven words and that's more than I had when I woke up this morning - could've done without the bruise though :)