Part 0.5 of Chateau Seductions
Antoine Chevalier harbors a secret. Born a gargoyle shifter, he wants nothing more than to cultivate his art. His hard work pays off the night he completes his greatest sculpture. But the excitement of his accomplishment doesn’t last.
He’s drawn the eye of the wrong group—a coven of vampires. Antoine wakes into darkness, changed. Shattered. His dream of becoming a renowned sculptor is destroyed.
One question remains—how will he ever survive an eternity of darkness alone?
Darkness Rising is part 0.5 of the Chateau Seductions series by USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Carlisle. Readers have requested more on the dark and mysterious Antoine. In this short story, Antoine tells his tale, which continues in the series with Dark Velvet. Dark Velvet is written from Savannah’s perspective as a newcomer to an art colony who is intrigued by the proprietor.
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Title: Strength to Let Go
Series: Tales of the Werewolf Tribes, Book One
Author: Alina Popescu
Genre: gay romance, paranormal, werewolves, paranormal romance, supernatural
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
After being abandoned by his mates, Shiki Kirishima, beta of the Dragons of the Fang werewolf tribe, returns to his home in Tokyo.
Crippled by grief, Shiki decides to end it all by going into the territory of the Siberian Killers tribe and challenging them to a battle to the death.
Ganzorig, beta of the Siberian Killers, however, sees the potentially disastrous consequences of having Shiki die in battle.
Instead, he saves him.
Having suffered loss himself, Ganz takes it upon himself to help Shiki deal with his pain.
Blake, Shiki’s best friend since childhood, is as determined to show him there is life after a wolf’s ultimate loss.
Could there also be something ‘more’ for them after friendship?
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I followed Ganz through a right maze of hallways that took us through the run-down building where Blake was being held. They’d refused to let him step foot anywhere else, they’d bent their rules for me enough as it was. When we reached the large and dirty room they were in, I stopped and looked through the glass on the door. Blake had his back to me as he sat at a large table in the far right corner of the room.
His shoulders were so tense you’d think he’d explode, and I could see how the Killers guarding him flinched every time Blake turned to stare at them. If my heart hadn’t been squeezed so tight, it would have been funny. I pushed the door open just in time to hear him threaten the nice Mongolians guarding him with some old Native American curses that would affect them and three future generations. I shook my head, thinking he’d never change. He did not believe in the Powhatan curses his tribe thought of as infallible, but he’d always play them against wolves who were naturally afraid of everything spiritual. It came with having a long collective memory and us being part of what was considered the impossible.
“Chibi-tan, stop threatening the good men,” I said, stopping in the middle of the room and dropping my bag on the floor, sending a puff of dust up into the stale air. He stood up so fast the chair flew from under him. When he turned, his eyes glassy and his breath heavy, my smile faded, making room for what was really in my heart. Fear, reluctance, and the joy of seeing my childhood friend.
“God damn, winggapo, you have to stop calling me that! You’re older only by a few months.”
I had used that term with him since the day I’d met him. He was scrawny as a four-year-old and a little shorter than me. He’d been brought to train with me and I’d been ahead of him in training and strength. I’d insisted he called me senpai. What started as a tease soon became an endearment, and he knew it, yet still insisted I’d stop. It was when he’d figured that out that he’d started to call me winggapo. Weirdly enough, although he was half Brazilian, he’d never used any Portuguese with me, only Powhatan words. I believed deep down he identified more with the Native American tribe of Virginia that his father belonged to than with his mother’s Brazilian roots.
Chibi tried to smile as well, but his grin seemed as unnatural as mine did. He pushed his hands deep into his pockets and looked past me. As there were only a couple of inches between us, I noticed his avoidance technique. His hazel eyes glowed bright green, showing his turmoil, before he finally decided to look me in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Shi. I’m so sorry I did not pick up.” He frowned and looked at his feet, his shoulders slumping. “I was on a vision quest, I didn’t know.”
I gasped loudly, taking one step to close the distance between us and wrap him into a tight hug. Of all the things I’d expected Blake would say to me, how his guilt took me by surprise I’ll never know. It was such an obvious reaction considering who he was, I mentally slapped myself for not figuring out sooner just how much he’d kept beating himself up over it. I’d thought our talk on the phone had been enough, but I should have known better. It would take Blake quite a bit to forgive himself.
“You said that, chibi. And I told you not to blame yourself. When the hell will you listen to your nii-san?”
“You’re not my fucking big brother, you’re my best friend,” he growled, his voice muffled by how hard he was hugging me back, his face pressed into my shoulder. He pushed me back and looked at me carefully. It felt as if he could see through me, right through the thin walls I’d used to build my appearance of a normal person. It all crumbled under his scrutiny, and by the time he pulled me back into his arms, I was already coming undone.
“Get me out of here, Blakey,” I whispered. “No one needs to see me having a freaking meltdown. Please!”
He nodded against the side of my neck, grabbed my hand and my duffle, and pulled me toward the door. I had to forcefully stop him to be able to say goodbye to Ganz. We hugged without a word for a few minutes; then he made me promise I’ll keep in touch. I noticed a few curt nods between him and Blake and somehow knew chibi-tan would keep him in the loop if I didn’t.
Blake then rushed me through the maze of hallways. Wolfs usually have a great sense of direction, but all I could tell was we hadn’t come this way when we’d entered the building. When Blake pushed a large door open and I saw his jet waiting for us, I realized I had good reason not to know where we were going. We raced to the stairs and promptly got in. When the door closed behind us, my legs finally gave out, but chibi caught me.
“I’m here, Shi, let it out.” His encouragement was all I needed. I let the pain and renewed rage out, messy and erratic. I could, now that my best friend was there to steady me through it. His pilot came in and asked us to sit down, but Blake merely growled. As we were still hugging in the middle of the jet, it started moving.
I didn’t know when or how I’d gotten onto the onboard couch, but Blake was holding me and my sobs had calmed down.
“Gods, I’ve never cried so much in my entire life as I have in the past few months. What the hell is wrong with me, chibi?”
“You had your heart ripped out of your chest and handed back to you in pieces, I assume,” he said, as if he was presenting facts to his Board.
“So word got out,” I growled.
“Well, chibi, the kids got dropped at your brother’s and never picked up for weeks, you disappeared, and then we found out you were in Siberian Killers territory. I think everyone figured out you’d had a breakdown and that you did not want your marriage to end.”
“Do they….” My voice trailed off before I could form the question. In all honestly, I was afraid of the answer.
“No, no one but me knows. They believe what Ganz told them, that you were randomly flashing and ended up out there.”
“Good.” I nodded, wiping dried tears off and blowing my nose into the tissues Blake had handed to me.
“Winggapo, I get why you did it and how your mind works. I swear though, you try that again, I’ll fucking kick your ass.” He pushed his index finger toward me, a menacing frown reinforcing his words.
“I promised I won’t, chibi. Ganz gave me an out, provided I really tried for two months.”
“He did what?” His voice was so loud, the flight attendant jumped out of her chair. Blake smiled apologetically before turning to face me, arching a brow and pushing his upper body closer.
“Yup, two months of trying, and if I still wanted to end it in battle, he’d have arranged it for me. I think he knew I would not want that anymore.”
“Smart wolf,” Blake said with a chuckle. “Then again, if this had turned out differently, he’d be a dead wolf.”
I laughed and shook my head. Ganz had been right, my friends would have gone after them had I been killed by their tribe. Maybe Shishou would have tried to stop them, but between Blake and Vicks, he would have failed. Thinking more about it, I figured Shishou would have joined just to keep his wife happy.
“He is an incredibly smart wolf, actually. I was surprised by him, in a good way.”
“Mhm, yeah, I caught the squeeze of his ass before we left,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
I tilted my head and smirked. “Yeah, I noticed how worried your pilot was I’d steal his fun. That was before he figured I was in full-blown sob-fest mode,” I added and winked. Blake shrugged casually. We’d never hidden our conquests from each other, it was pointless, especially since we used to share them more often than not.
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Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.
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Introduce yourself. What book are you from? Are you the hero, heroine, villain?
My name is Magnus, and I am a sentient dragon from the Kingdom of Chalvaren. I flew into fiction first in Dragonstone, but I really earn my wings in the fantasy romance novel Chalvaren Rising by my author, Paula Millhouse.
Of course, I am the one they will call hero. Some Readers may think of Elf Prince Kort Elias as the hero of Chalvaren Rising, but I’m afraid that’s not so. My Mia, my rider, is definitely the heroine. She loves Kort, so I tolerate him.
How did you come to your author’s attention?
She has had this affinity for my kind, for dragons, since she was a child. Paula needed to write a fantasy romance where dragons are allies, keepers of the castle if you will, so I auditioned for the role. She keeps this idea in her heart that love is worth fighting for. I helped her get that notion of valiance across on the page.
Did you give your author a hard time when she was writing your story?
Of course, well, I do not exactly fit in to the wing of dragons on Chalvaren yet. I have eaten two people, and one of them was an elf. I did not know any better at the time. Because I have the gift of speech, like my sire Garnet the Red, the other dragons on Chalvaren give me a wide berth. And when I attacked Queen Elissabet for being mean to Mia that caused all sorts of problems.
What do you do for a living?
I fly with the wing of mighty dragons who protect the elves of Castle Elias in Chalvaren. I am still learning to get my landing maneuvers down – the ground is not my friend – but I am learning. We are like watch-dogs, but we fly, and every dragon has a unique weapon. I have not discovered mine yet, but I suppose our story will reveal all.
Who is the love of your life?
My rider, Mia Ansgar. She’s more than a mother figure, she’s my imprinted rider. She saved my life, and helped Kort return me to the Kingdom of Chalvaren. I would willingly give my last claw to see my Mia happy.
What was the first thing you noticed about him/her?
Mia is beauty incarnate, with long tresses of golden hair, and pointed elven ears. She’s the guardian of the Dragonstone, an ancient artifact nonpareil, and she’s protecting it for me. When I reach maturity I am destined to use the fist-sized amethyst to unite the dragons of Chalvaren. I noticed her courage first.
What’s your greatest fear?
In Chalvaren Rising, my greatest fear is that Isa Ansgar, an embittered wizard and the last of Mia’s kin will kill her and enslave me to serve her lover Malachai. This simply cannot happen, I tell you, and I will give my life before I let the witch win.
What’s your motto in life?
Love is worth fighting for. That concept drew me to my author.
How do the other characters in your book view you?
I am afraid they find me odd and threatening. As the one and only Spirit Dragon, an Aurora Class Dragon, I have an affinity for magic. I suspect the elves and dragons in my book are afraid of me.
What do you think reader will find interesting about you?
That Mia and I share an affinity for magic, but of course, the Readers will most likely find it interesting that I cannot roar yet. I try, but all that comes out are embarrassing croaks. They will probably find it humorous that I have trouble landing. Kort is terrified I might break Mia’s neck before I perfect the skill, and he yells about it a lot.
What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?
I have not learned to do kinky things yet, but because I can read I suppose I could learn. I’ll check King Lachlan’s Library for sacred texts, and get back to you when I grow up.
Will we be seeing you in future books?
Absolutely. My author thinks a Christmas story is on the horizon, and we are working on what happens next after the climax in Chalvaren Rising.
What makes you happy?
Eating fresh fish on the seashore below Castle Elias. Flying with the wing of mighty dragons who protect the Elves of the Kingdom of Chalvaren. Watching and learning from my sire, Garnet the Red, the castle’s resident Fire Dragon.
What makes you mad?
Wizards who use magic for anything that does not sustain life. Everyone is given certain gifts that can and should be used for good. I think humans call that nastiness hatred and bullying. When they corrupt that sort of valiant magic and use it to hurt others, that seriously ruffles my last scale.
With the love of Kort, Chalvaren’s warrior-prince heir, Mia Ansgar will seize her birthright and become the great dragon-riding wizardess prophesied to free that elven kingdom from her embittered sorceress kin.
Chelsea Ash healed plants, but she can’t fix her own problems. Alexander Woods, a gorgeous, new deputy in town and her boyfriend, refuses talk about part of his past, leaving her wondering what he’s hiding. On top of that, a stalker is sending her creepy gifts and stealing her sense of safety.
Alexander is building a new life in Alden Glen. He wants a home after years of hunting the tainted. Chelsea is sexy, sweet and the sensual hunger explodes between them. He’s not walking away from her. Even as they untangle the mess of their relationship, the stalker escalates his attacks. Alex will have to use all his skills to protect Chelsea and claim the future he’s always wanted.
Content Note: This book contains scorching sex scenes and adult language. It’s intended for Adults 18 and over.
Excerpt Rated R:
Her mouth opened beneath his and her arm hooked around his neck. She relaxed into him. The kiss was soft and deep. Arousal didn’t burst into flame, but lured them both to explore. He followed the call. He pulled back, but leaned close for another fleeting kiss. He wanted to see and touch.
One of his hands swept up her side, tracing the curve of her waist even through the sturdy clothing she wore. Her hand clenched briefly on his uniform shirt, but slid over down his chest. She slipped her fingers between the buttons and discovered his undershirt. She moaned, frustrated.
He knew a good idea when he saw it. He unfastened her shirt, letting it fall apart to reveal the pink bra she wore underneath. His mouth watered. He wanted to lean in and trace the edges of that pretty bra with his lips and tongue. Tease her until she begged for him to take her breast into his mouth.
He trailed his fingers along the path he wanted lick. Even through the fabric, he could see her nipples tightening into hard peaks. His cock hardened even more, the ache pushing him to drive her wild. Her chest lifted and he glanced up to find her eyes locked on him.
“I want your mouth there.” Her hand tightened in his hair. She tried to tug him to where she wanted him.
He leaned down and trailed his mouth over the curve of her breast. His tongue licked over the lace and teased the skin. The light salty taste filled his mouth, luring him to explore. As he approached the valley between her breasts, he used his teeth to add an extra layer of sensation.
He traced a single finger around the nipple shielded by pretty silk. She moaned and tried to turn so he’d take it into his mouth.
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Hi all! Yesterday was my birthday. Not a big one, that was last year. This year I am humbly 51. To quote a line from My Big Fat Greek Wedding “How you get so old?”
What did I do to celebrate? Not much. Last weekend my DH bought me The Longest Ride. I’d been wanting to see it since it was in theaters and regardless of what critics and others said, I loved it. I made Spinach/feta pasta and we had a family dinner. That was it.
My DD#2 had to leave for Memphis on my birthday for her new job. I’m sad to see her leave, but so happy for her to start her new career. She will be teaching art at the Memphis School of Excellence.
So, now onto the fun stuff! I have a wonderful present to share with y’all for my birthday! I am privileged to be part of a Military box set called No Heart Left Behind, and the cover reveal is here!
No Heart Left Behind
Coming September 19, 2015
Amanda Clark – The Soldier’s Surprise Baby
Davey returns to the small market town in the Lake District, on a mission. To claim the woman who rocked his world two years ago. He is in for the surprise of his life. Being a father to Jake has become his new objective.
Danni’s world was turned upside down the day she met Davey, after one hot and steamy week together, breaking her own rules. She is left with a permanent reminder, their son Jake. Danni let her past rule her future once before, will she do it again?
Now Davey has returned, Danni must conquer her fears, if she wants to win back the man she loves. But can Davey forgive her?
Will their love survive the secrets and betrayal?
Tamara Hoffa- Changing Tides
When Marine widow Monica Montgomery’s son tore his ACL sliding into home plate, the last thing she expected to find at the base hospital was a second chance at love. But the six foot six orthopedic surgeon tempts her to play doctor.
Too bad her teenage daughter is hell bent on keeping the Navy Lieutenant Commander’s love boat anchored in port.
Dr. Jason Knight has patched up military men and women from Afghanistan to Okinawa. Now he faces his greatest challenge, filling the hole in the lives of this broken family.
Lydia Michaels- Why We Go
Sarah O’Neil has waited three long years for her husband’s return. With the end of the Civil War her circumstances are distressing and her trust in others beyond shaken. When a man she does not recognize at first glance approaches and knows her name, she is filled with fear. There would be only one reason for her brother in law to travel all this way. She is as she feared, a widow of war.
Jack O’Neil returns home to honor his brother’s dying wish, but the task is no chore as he’s always held a fondness for Sarah. As her sorrow threatens to consume her, he struggles to show her there is still joy to be found in living. His vow to stay and protect her is not easily accepted, but he is determined to show her how to love again.
Beverly Ovalle- Love Me Forever
Staff Sergeant Liam McGregor doesn’t know what hit him. Sent home to recuperate from an IED blast, Liam is stuck in a wheelchair and is sentenced to surgery and physical therapy before he can walk again.
A physical therapist, Abby Worth has loved Liam McGregor since she first noticed boys. It’s too bad he’s her brother’s best friend. She has always been firmly put in the baby sister zone no matter how hard she tried to catch his eye.
Liam sees Abby and when she goes home with him doesn’t know how he can keep his hands off of her. She’s now old enough to touch and the fire in his blood and the combination of pain killers make him lose control. Abby can’t help but take what she’s always wanted.
Together they have to overcome their fear of being left behind to grab what they have always wanted-each other.
Debra Parmley- Check Out
When Marine veteran Nash Ware walks into the library where shy librarian Betsy Bobbin works, she’s intimated by the handsome man who wears an eye patch and an attitude. Her car has a flat in a storm and Nash comes to her rescue. A fight outside a bar between an angry Nash and a drunk frightens Betsy. She’s fallen for him but is it safe to fall in love with a wounded veteran with PTSD?
Nash has found the girl of his dreams, but his wounds run deep. His ex-fiancé was repulsed by his eyes patch, and manufactured drama like bees do honey. However, real drama surround Betsy, when a stalker comes after her sister.
Betsy is torn. Will love and trust win out over her fear before it’s too late?
Sandy Sullivan- Love After All
Natasza Waters- SEALed with a Weekend
Blind dates suck, but a blind date weekend? In the forest! With a team of SEALs! Let the chase begin.
Vanessa Langara is the Chief Editor of Luna magazine. Pitching an idea for an article, her staff breaks new ground by inviting a team of Navy SEALS to participate in a blind date weekend. A call to N.A.B Coronado and a terse conversation with Lt. Seth McKnight, who makes it clear love is ridiculous, but agrees to the exercise, she prays the girls won’t be canoeing back from the San Diego high country in one day if they’re all like him.
Seth doesn’t believe in forever. With one divorce under his belt, women are the enemy. He wants to annihilate his best friend who tricks him into the weekend fling in the woods, but when he sets his eyes on Vanessa, there’s enough spark to start a forest fire.
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